The Red Chamber: My Stunning Confidante with a Variety of Styles

After Liu Tian took his seat, the number of judges in the field increased to seven. He represented the emperor to a certain extent, and naturally everyone could not put him aside.

Seeing this, Zhao Lei looked a little unhappy. With Liu Tian's checks and balances, he could no longer suppress Jia Jue at will.

But that's all, because He Qingfeng himself is a leader in the literary world. In the case that Zheng Yun and Jia Jue's performances are not much different, his words are authoritative. nothing.

Therefore, as long as Zheng Yun can make sense, he will win.

"What is this third match?" Seeing everyone sitting down, He Qingfeng asked first.

Liu Zhoucheng stood up, took out the note in his hand, and unfolded it, but everyone saw the word "poetry".

The third round of comparison is poetry.

Zheng Yun's eyes brightened when he saw this. Poetry was his favorite subject matter. He liked to read poetry since he was a child, and he was able to write poems by himself when he was five years old. And his title of "Shuangjue of Poetry and Books", with the word "poetry" in the front, can explain everything.

"Oh? It's actually a poem. Do you have questions?" He Qingfeng asked Zhu Qi beside him.

Zhu Qi shook his head: "It hasn't been decided yet, why not ask the teacher to make a proposition?"

He Qingfeng stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, you should come, this move is suspected of taking over."

"Where is the teacher, the purpose of this Wendou is to decide the outcome between the two. The purpose of the question is also here. Where is the distinction between the host and the host? Teacher, don't refuse." Sun Yi said.

Liu Zhoucheng also echoed: "Yes, let the teacher come up with the questions."

He Qingfeng nodded: "If that's the case, then the old man will do his part."

After speaking, he paused, looked at the surrounding environment and said: "This is the Zuixianlou, the most prestigious restaurant in the capital, why don't we use the word 'wine' as the title, and put it on a stick Fragrant Nei composes a poem, how about it?"

Wine is a must for literati and scholars. It goes deep into all aspects of life. It can be drunk both in joy and in sorrow, in life and in death. In this era, even girls have to drink a few glasses when they are having a party.

Taking wine as the subject is the easiest and the hardest.

The simplicity is that everyone has a feeling, and even must have written relevant verses before.It is difficult to say that it is because there are too many people writing it, and it is difficult to write well.

Therefore, everyone nodded in unison after hearing this, and they all held a positive attitude towards this topic.

When Zhao Lei heard it, he was overjoyed, because he knew that Zheng Yun's best poem was about wine.

In this way, Jia Jue's desire to win is simply a fantasy.

Because he has no way to gain an overwhelming advantage over Zheng Yun in poetry.

As long as it is not an overwhelming advantage, then under He Qingfeng's proposition, Zheng Yun will definitely win.

Zheng Yun was also overjoyed when he heard this. He knew that he would win, so he pretended to pace a few steps on the stage, and then said to the crowd:

"My lords, I already have a poem."

"Oh? The champion is so quick-witted, hurry up and sing." He Qingfeng's eyes lit up and he said with joy.

Zheng Yun coughed lightly and said:
"The beautiful woman has a pot of wine, and the autumn scenery is full of thousands of miles. The stone horse is lying on the new smoke, and it seems that the worry is coming.

Singing and sneaking, the mausoleum tree wind rises.Chang Ju pressed the high platform, watching the flower machine with tears. "

"Good! Good poem!" Zhao Lei was the first to shout out as soon as he finished chanting.

Although this voice was abrupt, it did not make other people feel disgusted. After all, they also felt that it was a good poem, and many people even cheered:

"Good! Good poetry, good poetry! The champion is the champion!"

"Zhuangyuan Lang really lives up to his reputation, I can't wait to beat the horse, I admire him!"

"'Chang Ju presses the high platform, tears look at the flower machine', wonderful, wonderful! Master Zheng is so talented!"

"As soon as this poem comes out, I am afraid that many poems will be compared!"

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Zhu Qi nodded slowly: "A beautiful woman has a pot of wine, and the autumn is full of thousands of miles. It should be a wonderful thing for a beautiful woman to serve wine, but the word 'autumn' renders this beauty full of sorrow. It's true. It's ingenious."

Sun Yi also shook his head and chanted: "Singing and stalking, the mausoleum tree wind rises spontaneously. The long chariot presses the high platform, and tears look at the flower machine, good, good!"

Liu Zhoucheng smiled lightly and praised: "Only this poem can see the background of the champion, such a poetic talent is unmatched by ordinary people, but it lives up to the name of poetry and calligraphy."

After they finished speaking, Qi Qi looked at He Qingfeng and waited for his evaluation.

He Qingfeng stroked his beard and laughed: "This poem is a masterpiece in the literary world for decades."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was regarded as a positioning for Zheng Yun's poems, and when everyone heard the words, they applauded and cheered, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Yun finally put on a long-lost smile on his face. With He Qingfeng present, he could finally smile with confidence.

Jia Zheng, who was on the side, sighed for a long time after hearing the words. There was nothing he could do. Zheng Yun is known as a poet and a scholar. This poem is indeed very accomplished. Jia Jue should have lost this game.

Qing Xuan glanced at Jia Jue with a hint of regret in her eyes: It's a pity, he shouldn't be able to win this match.

With the help of He Qingfeng, Zheng Yun's own poetry is good, and it should be impossible to defeat him.

Of course, this didn't affect her appreciation for Jia Jue. To have such talent at such an age, he was already standing ahead of his peers.

Liu Tian snorted coldly and expressed his displeasure. He knew very well that He Qingfeng and Zhongshun Palace belonged to the same group, so he chose the title of the poem as "wine", which they had calculated in advance.

But it doesn't matter, the third game is lost and there is a fourth game and a fifth game.

On the contrary, the little eunuch behind him looked at Jia Jue with curious eyes. In her opinion, Jia Jue should be under unprecedented pressure at this time, and he should be panicking.

But Jia Jue did not show any emotions, he was still neither humble nor arrogant, neither impatient nor impetuous, and his face was calm.

This made her very curious, not knowing why he was so calm.

And Zhao Lei said to Jia Jue with a sneer: "It's your turn, come, let us listen to your masterpiece."

Jia Jue smiled lightly: "If that's the case, then I'll show my ugliness."

After he finished speaking, he took out a pot of wine from under the table like a conjuration, took a big sip and said aloud:
"Will be drinking."

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning. You don't see the bright mirror in the high hall, sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow.

Life is full of joy, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon.I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone. "

Just these few words made everyone in the field show shocking eyes, everyone stared at him blankly, and even their breathing was a little stagnant.