The best county magistrate

On the literary stage, Yang Xuanchen pointed to the five people from Beiliao, "You all come together, why don't you just write five poems..."

Before he finished speaking, Bao Yu and the other four talented men in Beiliao were already extremely angry.

If it weren't for Li Changliu in the field, they would have turned the Wen Dou Arena into a Shura Arena.

But the doctor and Liu Changqing of Jixia Academy frowned. No matter how good your poems are, you can't do five poems at the same time.

You really think you are Wenquxing descending to earth.

Even Emperor Jianwen couldn't help but frowned. What you said is quite domineering, but you can't be blind.

Even a saint can't write five poems of different types in one moment.

After finally stopping a few people from Bei Liao, Li Changliu ran to the imperial chariot to ask for Emperor Jianwen's instructions.

"Yang Xuanchen, you must understand that this is a cultural struggle between two countries, and you represent thousands of students in Dayan."

"At the same time, you single-handedly challenged five people from Bei Liao. No one has been able to defeat you since ancient times..."

Emperor Jianwen's words had made it very clear that he did not believe that Yang Xuanchen had this strength.

No one here believed that he had such ability.

The officials and scholars in Dayan kept shaking their heads and lamenting, and those in Beiliao turned from anger to gloating.

Even the people in the audience were urging him to think carefully and fight one by one. Even if he loses, it won't be too ugly.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Yang Xuanchen bowed to the imperial chariot and said, "I would like to ask your Majesty to issue an order to allow me to compete with five talented people from Northern Liao Dynasty at the same time."

"If I lose, I am willing to bear any punishment!"

Emperor Jianwen looked at him for ten breaths, and when he spoke again, his tone became extremely cold, "Even if you die, are you still determined to do this?"

"I insist on this!" Yang Xuanchen bowed deeply again.

"Okay! I agree!" Emperor Jianwen said, looking at the Bei Liao envoy and nodded towards Yeluchi.

Yang Xuanchen's request for a one-on-one fight was finally allowed, but he blocked his escape route.

If you lose, you will suffer a life and death disaster!

Amid the sighs of the crowd, Li Changliu let out a long sigh, and then asked the topic, "With spring, flowers, autumn, moon and Lantern Festival as the themes, there is no limit to the poems."

As soon as the question came out, the five people in Beiliao discussed it for a while, each received a question and began to think about it.

But Yang Xuanchen, the old god, stood aside and looked at them as if they were laughing. Then he took a few steps towards the judges' table and said with a smile.

"Mr. Tuoba, Doctor Zhang, Teacher, I've already chosen five of them, so there's no need to hide their names."

Tuoba Zhongxuan didn't expect that Yang Xuanchen not only stopped thinking about how to write these five poems, but instead cared about whether he wanted to be famous. Did he give up this round of literary competition?

Liu Qingshan and Zhang Zizhou were even more angry, "Originally I wanted to keep my name anonymous, but you've already challenged me to five, so I'll leave it to you."

"How about this? I won't bully them, let them submit poems first, and I will compose a poem for each one they submit, until the last person..." Yang Xuanchen expressed his thoughts.

After the three of them heard this, their hearts trembled. You really don't want your life. Do you think you can write a poem in just a few breaths?

They looked at Yang Xuanchen with suspicion in their eyes. Although they agreed to his request, they still felt that he was out of his mind.

Seeing that they agreed, Yang Xuanchen ran to the edge of the stage with a smile, "Who has wine? I want the wine from Shenxianju! Mengxian or Siliangye will do!"

The audience in the audience looked at each other in confusion. Why don't you think about poetry at this time and are you still asking for a drink?

Damn, this is so lawless, I really feel like my life is too long.

While the people were chattering, a wine gourd flew through the crowd and flew towards Yang Xuanchen.

He took a closer look and saw that it was Wang Tieshan's wine gourd. He immediately laughed and reached out to take it.

He opened the stopper and smelled it at the mouth of the gourd with his nose. Then he took a big gulp of Mengxian wine and drank it. The spicy wine passed through his intestines and his spirits were lifted.

At this time, a poem titled Lantern Festival had been handed over to Tuoba Zhongxuan.

"Master Xiao Yang, I already have the Lantern Festival poems, please respond to them!"

"Okay!" Yang Xuanchen responded, took a step forward and took another sip of wine.

"The east wind brings forth flowers and thousands of trees at night."

"More blowing down, the stars are like rain."

"BMW's car-shaped cars fill the road with fragrance."

"The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and fish and dragons dance all night long."

"Moth snow willow golden strands."

"The laughter is filled with fragrance."

Liu Qingshan's pen moved along the paper with Yang Xuanchen's ups and downs, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his expression became more and more excited.

"People look for him thousands of Baidu."

"Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in a dimly lit place."

After he finished speaking, the breeze in the square seemed to have stopped for him, and pindrops could be heard on and off the stage.

After a few breaths, women's sobs could be heard from various corners of the square.

"Beautiful! It's so beautiful!" Tuoba Zhongxuan couldn't help but praise it.

"The city is full of lights and fireworks. The spring breeze comes overnight and thousands of pear trees bloom."

"The best thing is this sentence: I searched for him thousands of times among the crowd, but when I suddenly looked back, I found that person in a dimly lit place."

"It's so fitting, so great!"

Tuoba Zhongxuan stood up excitedly. Without waiting for the other two to express their opinions, he walked straight to Li Changliu and whispered a few words.

Immediately afterwards, Li Changliu received looks from Liu Qingshan and Zhang Zizhou.

Li Changliu smiled for the first time since Yang Xuanchen proposed a one versus five, "I declare that on New Year's Eve of the Qingyu Case, Yang Xuanchen wins!"

There was a bang.

In the square in front of the palace, everyone cheered, some hugged each other and cheered, some cried softly, and some even wanted to go up to the stage to have a close contact with Yang Xuanchen.

That's right, as soon as Yang Xuanchen's song "The Blue Jade Case" came out, it was unrivaled.

Amidst the chants of "Poem Immortal! Poem Immortal!", Li Changliu still stopped the noise made by everyone.

"Everyone, please leave a quiet environment for the talents of Wen Dou, otherwise your Lord Xiao Yang will be said to be invincible."

The people were also obedient and immediately stopped making noise.

In the following time, Wen Doutai seemed to become Yang Xuanchen's exclusive stage.

"The endless falling trees rustle under the sky, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in."

"..."

Li Changliu: "As the title is autumn, Yang Xuanchen wins."

"There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone."

"..."

"For the title of flowers, Yang Xuanchen wins."

“You don’t wake up to the dawn when you sleep in spring, and you hear the singing of birds everywhere.”

"..."

"For the title of spring, Yang Xuanchen wins!"

Yang Xuanchen has won four games in a row, and in each game, the talented scholar from Beiliao chanted the words within a few breaths after handing in the paper.

Emperor Jianwen on the imperial chariot was in a state of excitement at this moment. He was still angry about Yang Xuanchen's frivolity just now, but when the literary fight started, he was sweating for him again.

It was only at this moment that his heart dropped halfway. This boy deserves to be called a poet, good! It's really good!

On the fighting stage, Bao Yu had already recovered from the shock. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and got rid of some distracting thoughts.

Then a slight smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was sure of it.

With the title of the moon, you have already written "Water Melody Songtou: When will the bright moon come", but you can no longer do it now. Let's see if you have any other poems that can surpass me.

Bao Yu wrote furiously, read his masterpiece again with satisfaction, and then submitted it.

"The autumn wind brings bright moonlight, and the silvery light falls silently."

"Raise a glass to invite the moon to come on March 5th. May the world and heaven be clarified together."

As Tuoba Zhongxuan read out this poem, everyone couldn't help but feel nervous. Yang Xuanchen was in trouble.

This poem is a masterpiece, a rare and beautiful line.

In a hurry, Yang Xuanchen was afraid that it would be difficult to deal with it.

Who would have thought that after hearing this, Yang Xuanchen smiled disdainfully and took another sip of Mengxian Wine.

"The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng and Yuhuo are worried and sleepy."

"Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rings at midnight to the passenger ship."

He didn't touch a word of this poem, because there really was a city in Jiangzhou named Gusu City, and there was really a Hanshan Temple outside the city.

After reciting the poem, Yang Xuanchen looked at Bao Yu with raised eyebrows and said with a smile: "Brother Bao, I accept the concession, haha!"