Zhao Yan walked to the desk behind him with excitement and splashed ink.

Suddenly, everyone around him leaned over and even recited it out unconsciously.

"The brocade ser has no reason for fifty strings, and one string and one pillar thinks about the youth.

Zhuang Sheng was confused by the butterfly in the morning dream, and Emperor Wang was entrusted with the cuckoo in the spring.

The moon is bright in the sea and the pearls have tears, and the sun is warm in the blue field and the jade produces smoke.

This feeling can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time."

After writing, Zhao Yan handsomely threw the brush aside, turned around and looked at Kim In-jun, and asked, "How about this poem?"

Zhao Yan didn't believe it. Any poem written by Se can compare with Li Shangyin's poem.

Fortunately, in this era, without bigwigs like Li Bai and Li Shangyin, Zhao Yan would not have shown such excellence.

Horrified.

Everyone was stunned.

I was muttering the poem I just said.

Even those who are not good at writing poetry know what good poetry is.

God's work.

A shocking work.

Poems that can be passed down through the ages.

This poem is not only unique in terms of rhythm and imagery, but also has a philosophical level of hazy beauty.

This kind of artistic conception can only be understood intently, but not expressed in words.

Even if the scholars and officials from Jixian Academy of the Great Zhou Dynasty came to write, they might not be able to write such a masterpiece.

"Okay, okay, a sentence like the moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in the blue field is warm and jade produces smoke. This poem can be passed down through the ages! I, Shangguan Yuntun, are the number one poet in Changdan City, and I am not worthy of being a book boy for him!" Shangguan Yuntun murmured, completely impressed by this poem.

I...I am willing to use my ten-year lifespan, no, it is twenty-year lifespan to exchange for the ability to create such a poem!" Duan Xu's eyes shone brightly in his eyes. He believed that he read countless poems, but there were only a few that could compare to this poem.

"Depending on the age of this young man, he is definitely not twenty years old. It is a blessing for me to write such good sentences so young!"

"This poem is truly unprecedented. Such artistic conception is like a saint's work!"

...

As long as you are not a fool, you can feel that Zhao Yan's poem is much better than the one in the Goryeo.

Lu Nianwei was also surprised, but she didn't expect that such a poem would be born tonight.

In less than three days, this poem will surely be spread throughout the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At this time, it was Kim Injun's turn to be depressed.

Although the four of them prepared a large number of fine poems, they wanted to defeat the two lines: "Zhuang Sheng was confused about butterflies in the morning, and Emperor Wang was entrusted with the cuckoo in the spring. The moon was bright in the sea and the pearls had tears, and the blue sky was warm and the jade produced smoke." It was simply impossible.

"It must be misunderstood." Kim In-jun murmured in her heart, thinking again.

Just when the half-quarters of the hour was about to end, Kim In-jung breathed a long sigh and said, "This game is considered to be your win, but I am not convinced. I want to challenge again."

This is the most interesting thing about Qushui Liushang. If the loser is dissatisfied, he can raise a second challenge, but the challenge can only be once. Not only does it require money that is consistent with the money in Shuitai, but it also requires drinking twice.

This is the power of money.

"Yes." Lu Nianwei said excitedly.

A Korean man put a note worth 1,000 taels of gold into the center of the water platform.

At this moment, with the one thousand taels that Lu Nianwei paid for Zhao Yan, there were already three thousand taels of gold in the water platform, which was also the biggest game since the Wanbaolou held the Qushui Liushang.

As soon as Lu Nianwei waved her hand, all the hundreds of glasses of white wine in Shui Taichung were filled with each other again, with a gold pellet inside.

According to the rules, the challenger must drink it alone, but today it was a group battle, so everyone didn't care. There was no problem with the four of Goryeo and all went to drink.

Immediately, Kim In-jun and the other two began to drink wildly, one glass after another.

Ten cups.

Twenty cups.

Fifty cups.

Seventy cups.

I have to say that today, the Koreans didn’t read the almanac when they went out, and they were particularly lucky. They drank the gold granules after drinking ninety-three cups.

At this moment, the four of them were a little drunk.

Lu Nianwei whispered: "Now, Mr. Jin will give the question!"

Kim In-jun was still confident and said with a wine glass, "In this situation, we will write a poem based on war."

war?

Hearing these two words, scholars in Dazhou wanted to curse.

This is the shortcoming of all scholars in the Great Zhou Dynasty. They have never even been to the border, let alone the battlefield.

And the amount of knowledge they reserved was almost nothing related to war.

Kim In-jun had a smile on his face. He had already thought of this topic and had prepared poetry.

He has full confidence in this game.

He was going to let the people of Dazhou write it first, and after it was written, Goryeo would instantly kill it.

Only in this way can others see the huge gap between the two countries and insult the Great Zhou.

And after he returned to Goryeo, he could also receive more praise.

In the second game, the contestants in the Dazhou became more cautious.

Although Duan Xu, a eccentric poet of poetry, was only good at typography, but he was only good at typing things and could not write about war at all.

As for Kong Ze, he is best at romantic and romantic. He never thought that the theme of this game was war.

Zhao Yan was also trying hard to search for his own inventory.

At this moment, Xiao Zijie stood up and stood up proudly.

He stood up with his chest and was quite imposing. After looking at the Koreans with a look, he picked up his pen and started writing, and he wrote while writing.

"We have many soldiers in our country, and they are all strong.

One can fight three, and protect the country and the people.

Foreign enemies come to invade and fight a lot."

After reading it, he looked confident and said beautifully: "This poem expresses its thoughts directly, is easy to understand, and it is a natural school. Does anyone in Goryeo dare to compare?"

The onlookers below all looked embarrassed and clearly said on their faces: This person must not represent the level of poetry in Dazhou.

The scholars of Dazhou were unwilling to let Xiao Zijie represent the lowest level of poetry in Dazhou.

If nothing unexpected happens, this poem will spread throughout the Great Zhou Dynasty tomorrow, but it can only be regarded as a negative teaching material.

Suddenly, the originally tense situation became funny and funny in an instant.

Many people are holding back their smiles.

If Zhao Yan hadn't felt that laughing a little lost to the people of Dazhou, he would have laughed out loud.

He knew that Xiao Zijie's poems were very poor, but he didn't expect that they were so bad. This was obviously a rumor!

If the worst poems in this year's Great Zhou Dynasty were selected, this poem would definitely be the top of the list, and it would probably be the only poems created by Xiao Zijie.

What is even more puzzling is that this guy feels good about himself, and Xiao Jingye's father is simply unqualified. He urged his son to study a little, and the latter would not be so bad.

Kong Ze, who was beside him, subconsciously moved his body, and he felt that it was too embarrassing.

If this poem is heard by Wen Xiang, Xiao Zijie will inevitably be beaten up.

"Hahahaha... Good poems are really at the level of the Great Zhou Dynasty. There should be a few more great poets like Mr. Xiao!" Jin In-jun said with a big laugh, his eyes full of mockery.

At this moment, Zhao Yan stood up with a smile on his face.
Chapter completed!