Song Beiyun

How to describe it, looking at it from a professional perspective, the players in Song Dynasty really look like Beipo, and the others are all dressed in gold and silver, red and green, and they look like they are on a blind date with toads .

Although people from the Jin Kingdom are ordinary, they look like scholars, and the satin clothes of these guys look like Ximen Qing one by one. Only Beipo is wearing a normal Confucian shirt, but after all, he mixed with the group of people. Among people, it is simply chilling...

"Damn." Yan Shu took a deep breath and covered his face with a fan: "It's ugly but I don't know it."

"Alas..." Song Beiyun also scratched his head in worry: "How could it be so ugly? What's going on with this group of people's aesthetics?"

Not to mention, the extremely bad aesthetics made those watching the excitement burst into genuine cheers, and even many people in the crowd began to discuss the clothes of these talents, with a somewhat envious tone.

Yan Shu turned on his fan to fan the wind, turned his head to look at Song Beiyun, hesitant to speak.

"Don't hesitate, I know what you're going to say..." Song Beiyun shook his head helplessly and said, "I don't know why Da Song's aesthetic suddenly collapsed like this. It wasn't like this a few years ago."

Yan Shu nodded silently, and both of them sighed in unison.

The two groups of people entered the main venue through this, and Da Song, as the organizer, naturally wanted to be courteous. Although the ordinary people could not enter, a young man would come out from time to time to report the situation inside.

It was almost a live broadcast of the talent seated, the people chatting, the agreed competition category, etc.

But listening to him add fuel and jealousy, it's better to go and see for yourself. Song Beiyun nodded to Yan Shu, and the two dragged Zuo Rou, who was still holding a piece of steamed cake, to Tianshangfang.

Who dares to stop Song Beiyun from entering the arena?The guards tonight were not ordinary soldiers, but the group of eunuchs from the Department of Command. Although Xiaoyu was not seen, how many other people did not know the famous Song Beiyun?

They tacitly let Song Beiyun enter through the back door. It doesn't matter who he brings with him. After all, there are real experts in the field as security guards. They don't want to offend such a person who can make Wang Daban vomit blood with a headache.

Zuo Rou let go of Song Beiyun's hand after entering Tianshangfang. After all, it's not good to be seen. They walked into the main venue of the hall from the staff entrance, and stood in the shadows on the second floor looking down.

As soon as they appeared, several eunuchs from the Department of Command wandered over like ghosts, but when they saw Song Beiyun's face, they wandered away like ghosts again.

"Grandpa, you have a lot of face. These people are all masters, but they don't even ask questions." Yan Shu chuckled, looked around, pointed to the audience and said suddenly: "That is Rui Princess Bogard, right?"

"Ah."

Song Beiyun glanced at Jin Ling'er who was sitting at the front of dozens of tables, and beside her were Qiaoqiao and Qiaoyun. Apart from these three, there was no one else on that table.This is the standard of a princess, other people are not qualified to sit at the same table with her.

"Princess Chitose is wearing a concentric bracelet. It is said that there are rules for these bracelets, and they are divided into a pair. If I guessed correctly, the other one should be on my uncle's body, right?"

"Ha." At this moment Zuo Rou suddenly laughed and raised her right hand: "You are wrong, it's on my side."

Yan Shu looked back, and found that it was another concentric bracelet on her wrist, which made Yan Shu a little... He looked at Song Beiyun, then at Zuo Rou, his eyes turned and he stopped talking, just quietly Waiting for the official start of this competition.

At this moment, the polite greetings below are almost over. Both sides sent people up to draw lots. This lottery is for the questioners and answerers of the first competition. In order to ensure fairness, all the questions are played by both sides on the spot. There is no such thing as an advance question.

So when the order of answering the questions was decided, the questions were drawn by drawing lots.

"Catch four and let go two." Yan Shu glanced at the multiple table in his hand: "No matter what the first two games are, let them go. Lose two games first to increase the odds."

Song Beiyun nodded: "I hope it's rhythm and couplets."

Chapter 185: October 10th

The results of the lottery came out, and the first round was poetry.

At that moment, Zuo Rou had already burst into tears...

"My money..." Zuo Rou rubbed her eyes, tears and snot gushing out of her nose, and snot bubbled out of her nose when she spoke, "Five thousand guan..."

"Okay." Song Beiyun saw how stupid and pitiful she was, and reached out to wipe away the tears on her face: "I'm not in a hurry about my money, why are you crying?"

"Distressed..."

Zuo Rou put her head on Song Beiyun's back and almost exposed his internal injuries, and she seemed to be crying more and more sadly.

"Okay, it's mine, and the loser is mine."

"You said it." Zuo Rou raised her head while wiping her tears, "Don't lie to me."

"I know, I know..." Song Beiyun didn't want to talk nonsense with her, but just looked at Yan Shu: "The one I'm good at is gone."

Yan Shu closed his eyes, and unfolded the fan in his hand with a clatter: "It's all right, let's play the seventh round."

Song Beiyun made some calculations: "If you really make it to the seventh round, you can get at least four thousand more credits."

Yan Shu stood there with his hands behind his back, looking down with piercing eyes, not at all like a young man who just turned 20 years old, as if the wisdom of the entire Song Dynasty was compressed on him.

"Let's go to Tian Ji's horse race. As long as you stagger the rhythm, you will win no matter what." Song Beiyun leaned on the pillar: "Is your rhythm really that bad? There is no hope?"

"If you don't mind, I can sing a song for you." Yan Shu didn't answer directly: "Can you?"

Seeing his expression, Song Beiyun nodded silently: "We can sing love songs in duet."

"Hahaha……"

Perhaps it was Song Beiyun's words that hit Yan Shu's point of laughter, and the handsome Yan Shu, who was always serious, actually laughed out loud, but after laughing, he slowly put away his fan: "Let's see the battle."

The following battle situation can be said to be without any suspense. This is the first competition of poetry, with the wine order as the card, and the rotation turns to the poem with the moon as the title.

This question is not difficult, but the less difficult the question, the more it can test the sense of luxury, just like a pot of lobster, sea cucumber and abalone. To create a sense of luxury, you only need a pot of stew.But if you just have a bowl of rice and two cabbage leaves, it takes a lot of thought to make it feel high-end.

Because the topic was simple, the speed of both parties was very fast, and the poems given by both parties were handed over to the judging stage within a moment.

When Yan Shu saw the tense place, the small fan in his hand slapped in the palm of his hand, but Song Beiyun didn't care at all, he went to the eunuch of the Ministry of Command to get some preserved fruit and herbal tea and sat there with Zuo Rou Eating like a mouse.

Since it is a competition, there must be judges. Today's judges are all veterans of the literary world. They are not creative but have been immersed in this industry for a lifetime. It is the kind that travels in a bullock cart and is regarded as a treasure by people in all countries.

Therefore, the aspect of fairness is actually reliable. They discussed with each other for a while and then commented for a while, pointing out the advantages and disadvantages of both sides, and finally unanimously judged that Jin Guo's words were better.

However, it is obviously unfair to determine the winner or loser in one game, so there will be a few more games with other words as the theme later.

But for the first round of poems, Yan Shu shook his head and almost cursed. He turned his head and said to Song Beiyun, "That's it? That's it?"

"Otherwise?" Song Beiyun crossed his legs: "They have drawn a lot of wind, snow, snow, and moon, and there will be wind, snow, and snow in the future. Don't worry, it will definitely get worse."

Yan Shu laughed back angrily, and leaned against the pillar: "The rhetoric is gorgeous but empty. Talking about the moon means homesickness, and talking about frost means turning your head gray. Why can't you just be a man on the temples who wants to meet the moon on his brows, and the wine is just on the verge of redness?" Xia Bianbian? How can a pretty little girl not deserve to be written by them?"

"Brother, do you compare those people to you?" Song Beiyun waved his hands impatiently: "Isn't that what they are like? They have been playing with sorrows since they were young. Having seen the border and tasted the green plums, how can I write beautifully and movingly in just a few strokes? In the end, it’s not all about expressing sorrow for new words.”

"Oh?" Yan Shu was taken aback, and turned his head: "Forcing new words to express your sorrow...For expressing new words to express your sorrow...Okay! Just seven characters, which is better than the next three thousand words. What is the full text? Hurry up , Uncle, please, tell me."

"Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, and they fall in love with the upper floors. They love the upper floors. They force their sorrows to write new words. Now they know all the sorrows, and they want to say it. They want to say it. But they say it's cool in autumn."

"Oh... very good!" Yan Shu clapped his hands and praised, "Thank you uncle and grandpa for your words!"

"Are you a stealer?"

"My family, don't worry about it." Yan Shu turned his back to Song Beiyun, but kept repeating in his mouth: "But it's been a cool autumn...a good autumn. When will I be able to make such good words... "

Song Beiyun smiled in his heart: You are only twenty, and in another 20 years you will be the one who will create a new pattern in the literary world of the Northern Song Dynasty, so don't feel inferior.

To be honest, Song Beiyun personally thinks that Yan Shu is better than Xin Qiji as a whole, but after all, it is difficult to compare the ages, but generally speaking, between the pioneers and the successors of an era, the pioneers are always better than the successors, otherwise it is pioneering. It's a new era, isn't it, but Yan Shu is still young after all, not yet twenty years old.

Song Beiyun thought back to his last life when he was 19 years old, he spent all day having sex with his roommates, grabbing meals in the cafeteria, and looking at his thighs in the milk tea shop. Let's compare it to Uncle Yan.

damn...

And the battle situation below is actually not so attractive to Song Beiyun, how can he not know the level of those rotten fish and shrimp?After all, the friends from the Kingdom of Jin may be better than the friends who played horses together in the painting boat, but they are definitely limited. It's called fried fish in the fish pond... To say that fried fish is flattering those scumbags is completely scraping the palace.

Just fun.

The four seasons are over, and the tradition of giving away the head of the Song Dynasty has been carried on very well. In order not to surprise the allies, they gave away three rounds, and gave the first poem with a 3:1 ending.

"As far as their words, I don't even want to remember them." Yan Shu turned his head and grabbed a handful of fried beans and ate them in his hand: "Disdain! Trash, everything is trash, and it's not worthy to carry my shoes. Look at it." The grandson of Wen Shenggong, his eyes are dull, there is no such thing as a literary sage, he is just a pus-headed idiot, grandpa, I would not feel a pity to kill him with a carriage, and there are some Luzhou talents, who wrote it What is it? He said that the wind is a golden bell and the moon is a golden bell. Damn, is there nothing else in his mind? What is this golden bell? Damn, why do the parents of these trash want to take them away? Who was born? If I were his father and knew they all looked like this, I might as well paint the walls for him in the early years."

Yan Shu's Zu'an spraying method is really interesting, even Zuo Rou next to him can't help laughing, Song Beiyun thinks that this big sprayer is really poisonous in his mouth, and history says that Yan Shu's gentleness is definitely a glorification Yes, this guy is a big watering can in the Northern Song Dynasty.

But thinking about it, how many talented people were not trolls when they were young, they had blood in their hearts, and when they saw those wastes who mourned their misfortunes and angered them, they couldn't help but want to curse a few words, just like in the game Top bosses, except for those who have really experienced the wind and rain, but whoever plays well, there is no one who does not criticize his teammates. Why?Isn't it because his mother's anger can't be moved.

Isn't this Yan Shu the age of eighteen or nineteen years old, no matter how old he is, he is also a young big man, so it's no wonder he doesn't get angry when he encounters this kind of situation.

Being crushed in the first round was definitely a heavy blow to Da Song's morale. They sat there silently, but the boos of the people outside who got the news came in through the walls.

Is this still the Song Dynasty with its heyday?Is this still the Song Dynasty who became a scholar with talent?Being beaten 3 to 1 by the barbarians of the Kingdom of Jin in terms of literary talent?Can this be tolerated?

"That." Song Beiyun called the eunuch not far away: "You go and inform the old eunuch and ask him to ask the forbidden army to control the field. There may be riots later."

The little lady overheard Song Beiyun's words, and wanted to reply habitually, but an older eunuch next to him came over with a smile on his face, grabbed the naive little eunuch, and politely said to Song Beiyun : "I'll go and inform you now, Master Song, do you have any orders?"

"Remember that the envoys of the Kingdom of Jin must not be injured in the slightest here, and they must be well protected." Song Beiyun emphasized his tone: "I know that you have also gambled money, but if you neglect your duties, others will blame me for not doing it when their heads fall. Remind you."

The eunuch shuddered, thanked him repeatedly, and led the little eunuch out. After walking outside, the big eunuch slapped the ignorant junior on the face and scolded angrily, "You're blind!" Dog-eyed thing, how dare you play tricks in front of that person? Believe it or not, Mr. Wang tore you apart."

"Brother, isn't that just a badass? We, Commander of Command and Imperial Power, are afraid of such a little scholar?"

"Shut up!" The eunuch scolded: "Go and talk to Wang Daban about this, and see if he can tear your mouth off."

The two eunuchs left, and their voices were obviously intended for Song Beiyun to hear. Song Beiyun didn't even turn his head, just sat there with a smile, but Yan Shu was very curious: "Your status is so noble?"

"It's not that I'm noble." Song Beiyun shook his hands and said, "It's because I have what the current emperor wants, and he still counts on me."

Just as I was talking, the second round had already started, and it was still a lottery on the spot. After the poetry round, the talented people of the Kingdom of Jin had clearly seen that the people of Song Dynasty were a bunch of fucking mentally retarded people, so the whole momentum was already gone. Overwhelmed.

"Second round, arithmetic!"

Hearing this project, Yan Shu frowned: "Is there such a thing? Stagger the two games you are best at?"

Song Beiyun waved his hand: "Let the three chase the three, let's see the destiny to win the fourth game."

Chapter 186: On October 10, the sunny evening shines against the clear sky

The strongest mathematics in this era is the Arabs, and Damascus is experiencing the most glorious time of its life at this moment.If there is a heaven on earth, Damascus must be in it; if heaven is in the sky, Damascus must have the same name as it.

Damascus in this era has a splendid culture, and the Damascus Library, which houses all the books in the world, is famous far and wide. Even in the Song Dynasty, people often praised the magnificent library.

Under such prosperity, the mathematics, geography, astronomy, and physics of the Arabs have all reached the pinnacle of this era, shining brightly on the mountains.

In East Asia of this era, the talent in mathematics is relatively unsightly. After experiencing the disputes in the late Tang Dynasty and the wars of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, the cultural heritage left to the Song Dynasty is really very little. The most famous mathematician at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty in official history was Jia Xian, but the "Nine Chapters of the Yellow Emperor's Computing Classics and Fine Grass", which is famous enough to last forever in the history of mathematics, was not published until decades later, and Jia Xian has not yet been born. Woolen cloth.

Of course, many time-traveling novels write the mathematics of the Song Dynasty in a mess, which is also wrong. The four arithmetic operations are not a problem, and the course of mathematics mainly focuses on application problems. After all, before the theory is generalized, Nobody knows how to describe it, so apps are mainstream.

For example, the following questions are given by Da Song. The questions they asked are construction questions, which are relatively difficult canal earthwork questions.

When the topic came out, both Song Beiyun and Yan Shu began to calculate, while Yan Shu calculated the earth itself and Song Beiyun calculated the input cost. Compared with how much soil to dig out, Song Beiyun was more concerned about how much money to invest.

In the end, it was concluded that a canal of about 220 kilometers would need a total of [-] million yuan of funds without considering inflation.

This is equivalent to about 80.00% of all the coins in circulation in the Song Dynasty so far. That is to say, digging a canal with pure manpower is tossing with all the resources of a country. After digging the canal, the Song Dynasty will be exhausted.

"It's not worth it." Song Beiyun rubbed his chin: "You said that it would be great if Yinglong could dig the canal when Dayu was controlling the water. The fuel consumption per kilometer is [-] big fat pigs, which is perfect."

Yan Shu looked at Song Beiyun who said something strange: "What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying that Emperor Yang of Sui Dynasty is really amazing. His Grand Canal has blessed EMI."

Hearing these strange words from him, Yan Shu's eyes were a little strange, but he didn't get to the bottom of it. After all, he looked at Song Beiyun and Song Beiyun looked at him the same, that is, there is always something wrong with geniuses.

Fortunately, Da Song was not completely crushed in the area of ​​mathematics. They attacked and defended each other until the seventh question, and they lost points because of a small mistake. In the end, they lost a lot.

But it was really a failure, because the people from Dajin cheated. They secretly changed the concept, used bad hands in the application questions, deliberately made unclear questions to confuse, and finally misled the thinking direction of the entire Dasong team. Mistake, Beipo wanted to stand up and protest but in the end he didn't bother to argue, and suffered this dark loss silently.

The second scene was much more exciting than the first one. It made people see that Da Song's idiot was not that idiot, and he was still capable of fighting. It's just that Da Jin's deceit made Yan Shu upstairs a little uncomfortable.

"Idiots belong to idiots, but this is not like what a gentleman would do." Yan Shu waved his sleeves: "I'll go."

"Wait a minute..." Song Beiyun grabbed him and said, "You wait for me, it's not the time yet, it's still the same sentence, let the arrow fly for a while."

Yan Shu, who was being held back, was still filled with righteous indignation, he wished he could go down and push those treacherous bastards to the ground, and then make a fuss over their heads.

And the news of the Jin Dynasty's cheating in the second game was quickly spread outside. The Song people who lost two games in a row can be said to be excited. I can't wait to rush in and swallow the Jin Guo Mission alive.

But at this moment, the imperial guards from the brigade ran over mightily, and set up a formation in front of Tianshangfang, no one could approach, and a head of Honglu Temple also came out to explain to the people below.

While outside, the third round had already begun, and the topic that was drawn was couplets.

It's just that at this moment, in the small corner on the second floor, only Zuo Rou was lying on the top and looking down.

"Reciting poems against each other is also very interesting." He Huan, the C player in Jin Guo, who was considered by Yan Shu as the man who had a crush on him, stood up with a smile on his face: "A couplet, although it is a small way But it's also interesting, students, listen to my couplet."

With a bit of joking on his face, he said with a smile: "It's just a joke, don't blame everyone. This upper couplet is just to laugh at the grandson in front of the door. Please this second couplet."

When the gifted scholars of Song Dynasty heard this sentence, their faces turned green with anger. This Shanglian was obviously mocking the people of Song Dynasty at the door.

How can you bear this kind of thing?Beipo was so angry that his chest was short of breath, but the more he was like this, the more his brain failed. He hammered the table hard. As the C position of the Song Dynasty, he was obviously not up to standard today, but in this banter, he But he couldn't fight back, which made him almost gush out old blood.

Although the talented scholars of the Song Dynasty were angry, none of them could answer it, and the inability to answer it was precisely because of the banter in it.

And at this moment, the door at the entrance of the hall was opened, and two people walked in, followed by a sentence that was also joking: "Let's drink the ancestral spirit of the hall."

For a moment, everyone in the room looked in that direction, but they saw two young men striding inside. Song Beiyun was walking in the head, and behind him was a handsome young man with a face as watery as he was shaking a folding fan.

When Beipo and the others saw Song Beiyun, it was as if they had seen a savior, but when Jin Guo He Huan saw Yan Shu, he was like an enemy.

"It's not very neat. Since this talented man said it was a casual joke, then I will take it as a joke. Don't worry about it."

Song Beiyun cupped his hands towards He Huan: "The unknown little scholar of the Great Song Dynasty, Song Beiyun."