The result of drawing lots is coming, and the first round is poetry.

At that moment, Zuo Rou had already cried...

"My money..." Zuo Rou rubbed her eyes, tears and snot flowed out one after another, and when she spoke, she would bubble up: "Five thousand guan..."

"Okay." Seeing her stupid and pitiful, Song Beiyun reached out to wipe away the tears from her face: "I'm not in a hurry for my money, why are you crying?"

"Heart distress..."

Zuo Rou pressed her head against Song Beiyun's back and almost urged him to get his internal injuries, and she seemed to be more sad as she cried.

"Okay, count me, lose me."

"You said." Zuo Rou wiped her tears and raised her head: "Don't lie to me."

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

Yan Shu closed his eyes and spread the fan in his hand with a slam. "Nothing happens, fight the seventh round."

Song Beiyun calculated slightly: "If you can really reach the seventh round, you can at least 4,000 more crypts to be recorded."

Yan Shu stood there with his hands behind his back, looking down with a bright look, not like a young man who had just turned twenty, as if the wisdom of the entire Song Dynasty was compressed on him.

"Walking on Tian Ji's horse racing, as long as you stagger the rhythm, you will win anyway." Song Beiyun leaned against the pillar: "Your rhythm is really that bad? No hope?"

"If you don't care, I can sing a song for you." Yan Shu did not answer positively: "Is that okay?"

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

"Hahaha……"

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

The following battle situation can be said to be without suspense. This first comparison of poetry is based on the wine order and turns to the poem with the moon as the title.

This question is not difficult, but the more difficult the question is, the more advanced it can test the sense of advancedness. It is like a pot of lobster, sea cucumber and abalone. This only requires a pot of stew. But it only takes a lot of effort to create a sense of advancedness with a bowl of rice and two cabbage leaves.

Because the title is simple, both sides are very fast, and the poems given by both sides are handed over to the review stage within a moment.

Yan Shu saw the nervous place, and the little fan in his hand slapped in his palm, but Song Beiyun didn't care at all. He went to find a eunuch from the Siming Department to make some dried fruits. Sitting there, herbal tea was eaten like a rat with Zuo Rou.

Since it is a competition, there must be a judge. Today, the judges are all veterans in the literary world. They are not creative, but they have been immersed in this industry for a lifetime. They are all anxious and ruthless on the road of respect, and they are always thinking of the kind of people walking in a ox cart and are regarded as treasures in all countries.

So fairness is actually reliable. They discussed and commented on each other for a while, expressed their advantages and disadvantages, and finally gave the same unanimous evaluation of the Jin Kingdom's words.

However, it is obviously unfair to determine the winner and lose in one game, so there are several competitions with other words as the topics in the future.

But when Yan Shu heard this first round of poetry, he shook his head and almost cursed. He turned his head and said to Song Beiyun, "That's it? That's it?"

"What else?" Song Beiyun raised his legs and crossed his legs: "They were sucking the moon in the four orders of Fenghua and Xueyue, and there will be Fenghua and Xuexue afterwards. Don't worry, it will definitely get worse."

Yan Shu laughed in a bad mood and leaned against the pillar: "The words are gorgeous but empty. Speaking of the moon is thinking of the hometown, and speaking of frost means white hair. Why can't he be like a man with his hair on his face and looking at the moon between his eyebrows and the red wine on his face? Why is the beautiful little girl not worthy of letting them write?"

"Brother, do you compare those people with you?" Song Beiyun waved his hand impatiently: "Isn't they like this? They have been playing with sorrow since childhood, sorrowful, sorrowful, and sorrowful in the country. The people around them are still sorrowful. They have never seen the border. How come they write beautiful and charming in just a few strokes? In the end, they are all forcing new lyrics to express their sorrow."

"Oh?" Yan Shu was stunned and turned his head: "I forcefully say sadness to make new poems... I forcefully say sadness to make new poems... Good! Just seven characters are better than three thousand fools. What is the full text? Hurry up, uncle, please tell me."

"Young people don't know the taste of sorrow, they fall in love with the upper floors, fall in love with the upper floors, and forcefully talk about sorrow in order to write new words. Now they know the taste of sorrow, and they still want to say it, and they still want to say it. But they say it's cool and autumn."

"Um... very good!" Yan Shu sucked his hands and exclaimed: "Uncle Xie gave the words!"

"You're robbing me?"

"I don't care about my family." Yan Shu turned his back to Song Beiyun, but he kept muttering: "But he said it's so cool, it's so autumn... so autumn. When can I make such a good word..."

Song Beiyun smiled in his heart and said: You are only twenty years old. In another twenty years, you will be the one who will create a new pattern in the literary world of the Northern Song Dynasty. You don’t need to be inferior.

To be honest, Song Beiyun personally thinks that Yan Shu is better than Xin Qiji as a whole, but after all, the ages are different and it is hard to compare. But generally speaking, between the pioneers and the heirs of an era, the pioneers are always stronger than the heirs, otherwise they will open up a new era, right? But Yan Shu is still young now, under the age of twenty.

Song Beiyun thought that when he was nineteen years old in his last life, he would have been playing black with his roommate all day, go to the cafeteria to compete for meals, check his thighs in the milk tea shop, and compare it with Uncle Yan.

Damn it...

The battle situation below is actually not so attractive to Song Beiyun. How could he not know the level of those stinky fish and rotten shrimps? After all, the friends who play in the pleasure boat together may be better than the Jin Dynasty, but it is definitely limited. Generally speaking, before Yan Shu has not ended, it is called pecking at each other, and when Yan Shu has ended, it is called fried fish in the fish pond... If the fried fish is praised, the gang of rotten goods are completely scraped.

It's very interesting.

The four orders were over, and the tradition of giving away heads to the Song Dynasty was inherited very well. In order not to surprise friendly countries, they gave three games and gave the first poem in a 3:1 ending.

"I don't want to remember the words of them." Yan Shu turned his head and grabbed a handful of fried beans and put them in his hand to eat them: "Don't worry! The wastes are all wastes, and I don't deserve to carry my shoes. Look at the grandson of Wen Shenggong, his eyes were dull. There was no Wen Sheng's character, just a pus-headed bun. Grandpa, I was hit by a carriage and he didn't feel sorry for him. There was also a talented man from Luzhou who wrote something, saying that Feng was a golden bell and Yue was a golden bell. Is there anything else in his heart? What kind of golden bell is this? Damn, why did these waste parents think of giving birth to them? If I were his father, I knew they were all like this, it would be better to apply all the walls to him in the early years."

Yan Shu's squirting method is really interesting and tight. Even Zuo Rou next to him is so smiling. Song Beiyun even thought that this big squirting is really poisonous. Historically, Yan Shu's gentleness is definitely beautified. This guy is just a big watering can in the Northern Song Dynasty.

But I think so, when people with great talent were young, there were a few people who were not trolls, and they were passionate in their hearts. When they saw those trash and misfortune, they couldn't help but want to scold them. Just like the top big guys in the game, except for the big guys who have really experienced the ups and downs, there is no one who doesn't swear when they play well. Why? It's just that his mother's anger can't be carried away.

Isn’t Yan Shu now the age of 18 or 19 years old, and even the boss is still a young boss. It would be strange if he doesn’t get angry when he encounters this kind of thing.

The first round of being crushed was definitely a heavy blow to the morale of the Song Dynasty. They sat there and stopped making noises, but the booed people who received the news outside penetrated through the layers of walls.

This is still the Song Dynasty with a strong literary style? This is still the Song Dynasty with talent? It was the barbarians of the Jin Kingdom who were fucked 3 to 1 in literary talent? Can you bear it?

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

When the little eunuch heard Song Beiyun's words, he wanted to say something habitually, but a slightly older eunuch beside him walked over with a smile on his face and grabbed the ignorant little eunuch and said politely to Song Beiyun: "I'll go and tell me, Lord Song has any instructions?"

"Remember that the Jin envoys must not cause any damage here. They must protect their comprehensiveness." Song Beiyun emphasized his tone: "I know you have also gambled money, but if you neglect your duties, I blame me for not reminding you when others landed."

The eunuch shivered, thanked him repeatedly and took the little eunuch out. After walking outside, the eunuch slapped the ignorant junior in the face and cursed angrily: "You dare to act arrogantly in front of that person? Do you believe that Wang Dasheng tear you up?"

"Brother, isn't that just a little boy? We are afraid of such a young scholar if we are in charge of Siming and Imperial Power?"

"Shut up!" the eunuch scolded: "Go and say these words to Wang Daban and see if he can tear your mouth."

The two eunuchs left, and their voices were obviously deliberately heard by Song Beiyun. Song Beiyun didn't even look back, just sat there with a smile, but Yan Shu was very curious: "You have such a noble identity?"

"It's not that I have a noble status." Song Beiyun shook his hand and said, "It's because I have what the emperor wants today, and he is still counting on me."

As he was talking, the second scene had already begun, and it was still a lot to draw on the spot. After the poetry scene, the talented men of the Jin Kingdom had obviously seen that the Song Dynasty was a group of mentally retarded, so the whole momentum had already been overwhelmed.

"The second game, mathematics!"

Hearing this project, Yan Shu frowned: "There are still such things? Let's stagger the two best games?"
Chapter completed!