"It's getting late, it's time to rest."

The old eunuch Wang bowed beside Zhao Xing and whispered: "The Empress asked the old slave to bring the tremite porridge, just to urge the official family to go and rest earlier."

"No, no, no, no," Zhao Xing put down the pen in his hand and asked with a smile: "How about today's competition?"

"When the news came just now, it was already three wins and three losses, and it should be playing more now."

"Where is that guy Song Beiyun? Have you gone?"

The old eunuch nodded silently: "Go."

"I went? I even got a draw when I went? Is it because Song Beiyun was a fool or was the Jin Kingdom too strong?" Zhao Xing threw the pen to the side: "There is such a thing?"

The old eunuch lowered his head: "Not only did he go, he also brought someone, the grandson of the great medical officer Yan Shu, a talented man in Linchuan who claimed to have not been born for three hundred years."

"Can these two people actually let the Jin Kingdom draw?" Zhao Xing stood up with his hands on the table: "The Jin Kingdom is so strong?"

The old eunuch lowered his head, looked up from time to time and pondered Zhao Xing's expression, and after confirming that he was not angry, he spoke: "It's not that he can't, but that he doesn't want to."

"Hmm? Tell me a good thing."

The old eunuch sighed, "The old slave checked the streets, and most of them were Song Beiyun and Guanfang cooperated with him... He wanted to hit him."

Zhao Xing was angry and laughed at the time: "Is this guy trading?"

"It seems like this. He did not participate in the first two poems and mathematics. The students of the Song Dynasty were defeated. The third couplet appeared, first he used a joke to reply to the Jin people's match that humiliated us. Then he used a couplet of 18 couplets to make the Jin people speechless. In the fourth game, he did not take action. The students of the Song Dynasty won the music, but the quick-witness item was thrown away, which led to the Jin people losing. The last one was calligraphy. His good hand was rated as enough to establish a sect by several old men, so he won without any danger."

"Good guy!" Zhao Xingqi slapped the table without any anger: "This is my talent in the Song Dynasty! What if I lose this extra game? Where is my Song Dynasty face?"

"He..." The old eunuch was also amused and crying: "The eunuch who passed the message said that when Song Beiyun chatted with Yan Shu, he would win 4,000 more cents in the seventh game."

"Okay, okay..." Zhao Xingqi laughed out loud: "They are thinking about how to win, but he is thinking about how to make money. I will ask, what should he do if he loses?"

The old eunuch raised his face and said with an inexplicable expression: "He never thought of losing."

"Is there such a passion?" Zhao Xing's eyes turned around: "What's that jishi?"

"When you go back to the official family, you are wise to determine the case, but if you use the case to determine the case, it is a violation of the rules, so you use the case to determine the case, which are all strange cases."

Zhao Xing nodded and said, "How can Song Beiyun, who was notorious in Qimen, have a strange case? I have been so busy with all my life and have been obsessed with his cases. Dali Temple is still arguing with the Ministry of Justice. "

"This... I don't understand either. But if nothing happens, the winner will be decided in half an hour."

Zhao Xing took a sip of Tremella Soup: "Then I will wait."

At this moment, although it was already late at night, there were still lights outside. Since August, the night in Jinling City has gradually become as lively as Luzhou Prefecture. Today is related to the face of the Song Dynasty, so not only are there many people, but there are also people who come to see the last event, but more and more.

The last game was relatively fair for the Jin Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, and the ones they drew were poetry. Because it was a competition, this game was a game where the winner was decided. After drawing poetry, both sides had about one stick of incense to correct the preparation.

He Huan, the C position of Jin Kingdom, looked at Yan Shu not far away, and his hands were trembling. He had lost for five years... If he lost again, he would lose six consecutive times. In his opinion, Yan Shu was an insurmountable high wall, but now there is a Song Beiyun who can let Yan Shu sit there and chat with him. This is like adding another layer of fence outside the high wall.

As the most talented person in the Great Jin Dynasty, he is really panicked now.

But in the meantime, because of the addition of Yan Shu and Song Beiyun, they had already changed from being anxious before to being calm in the face of changes. In Beipo, as long as they saw that his brother Beiyun was eating, they would be stable.

That's right, Song Beiyun is now sitting there eating a bowl of mutton braised cakes. After all, he only ate one piece of cake and was snatched half of it by Zuo Rou. Later, he was filled with tea. The thing itself was oily, and he was really hungry in the middle of the night.

Song Beiyun, who was full of oil, was sitting there making fun of Qiaoqiao, and Yan Shu suddenly pretended to go too far and asked, "Wait a minute, will you get on me?"

"You, you are the main player. I'm just a fun guy."

"But I don't have the ability to be a writer, and I'm not tough enough. I think I can't humiliate those fish and turtles at the end. I'm afraid I can't sleep tonight."

Yan Shu said worriedly, but what he was worried about was not whether he could win but whether he could humiliate the other party hard.

"Princess Ruibao." Song Beiyun raised his head: "You are so beautiful."

Jin Ling'er rolled her eyes and turned her head in one go. She started to get angry with Song Beiyun just now because he was talking to Qiaoqiao and Qiaoyun throughout the whole process, but he didn't talk to her. If Jin Ling'er hadn't been venting this anger in this occasion, she wouldn't have any trouble now.

"Oh, don't ignore it." Yan Shu chased Song Beiyun and said, "You think of a way to shame them."

Otherwise, the hearts of cultural people are very dirty. Yan Shu, who looks like a white-faced scholar, is a top evil man in his bones. If the Jin envoys collectively jumped into the river tonight and committed suicide, he would be the one who would sing, dance, light candles by the river and send off his journey.

"Give me a song."

Yan Shu winked at the eyes, looking so disgusting...

In the end, Song Beiyun couldn't help feeling disgusted. He dipped his fingers in water: "I will never forget the little prodigy when I see you, come on."

Yan Shu immediately became excited and waited with a smile.

Song Beiyun looked around, his eyes rolled, he smiled, and muttered, "Yue Fei's words come from Yan Shu's mouth, which has a unique flavor."

"ah?"

"It's okay." Song Beiyun coughed and began to write: "I was angry and rushed to the crown. I leaned on the railings. I looked up and roared at the sky, and my heart was fierce. Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait, the young man's head was white, and I was so sad..."

The second verse has changed some changes compared to the original lyrics, but there is probably no change in the theme. It is just full of passion. Moreover, this is not much different from pointing at the golden man's nose, and it even has a bit of humiliation.

And he killed two birds with one stone, scolding the Jin people and scolding the Liao Kingdom, and beating them, pointing to mulberry and locusts.

"What a spirit! What ambition! Reading it, Lin Lin was angry!" Yan Shu applauded and looked back at the Jin delegation: "Good words!"

Song Beiyun wiped off the water on the table with his hand and gently scratched his chin. He was still a little nervous. After all, Yan Shu was originally a graceful school, and after a few twists and turns into a bold school, it would be... a bit like a sinner for the ages. This guy is a treasure in the cultural world.

But thinking about it, it’s nothing. After all, history has changed so much, I don’t know what the future will be like, so let’s just do it.

The time for a stick of incense was up, and Yan Shu stood up straight, and walked to the Jin delegation without even waiting for anyone to draw a lot, and opened the fan in front of He Huan, and said aloud: "Brother He, I haven't seen him for more than a year, but I've gained a little weight."

He Huan stood up, looked at the person in front of him who had made him hate for many years and had been thinking about it for many years, suppressed the anger in his heart, bowed and smiled, "Isn't this Brother Yan? I didn't think about it now, but I'm here to see you."

Yan Shu did not answer the conversation, but just shook the fan gently: "Brother He, I won't draw any questions in this round. Just as usual, you and I will do one song each, and it depends on my heart?"

He Huan turned his head and looked at the commander. The commander nodded slightly. He naturally nodded and responded. After hearing this, Yan Shu smiled again and said, "Then let Brother He invite you first."

He Huan had prepared before, and a poem called Bu Suanzi can be said to be a good product, but it has brought some private goods. The two cubes inside split the north and south. The top praises the autumn swallows in the north, but the bottom mocks the song insects in the south.

"Hi." Yan Shu shook his fan and turned to the people of the Song Dynasty delegation and shouted: "Did you hear it? People say you are the croaking insects in the grass, thinking about the cry every day but not seeing autumn, and talking about the snow in winter. They are the geese in the clear sky, towering high and flying into the Void Palace, and the spring is reported to you next year."

The little wind slammed, and the smell of gunpowder exploded at the scene. Who could tolerate this? The talents from the Song Dynasty all turned red and wanted to go up and argue, but Song Beiyun sat leisurely, crossing his legs: "This guy is afraid that the world will not be in chaos."

"Where did I pick it up?" Qiao Yun asked in a low voice: "This person doesn't look like a good person."

"He also said I'm not a good person." Song Beiyun sighed, "Forget it, for the sake of being a junior, grandpa won't bother with him."

At the highest point of the atmosphere on the scene, Yan Shu sat on the table of the Jin delegation, facing the talented man in the Song Dynasty with his back to the Jin delegation, and began to recite the red card that Song Beiyun had just written.

This word is much more naked than the wild geese and autumn insects, and it is made of the flesh of the barbarians and the blood of the Huns. When the people from the Jin delegation heard it, their faces turned green.

After Yan Shu finished reciting, the commander of the mission stood up and pointed at him and shouted angrily: "Children Huangkou, how dare you!"

"Dare, of course." Yan Shu held the fan and patted his neck: "I not only dare to say it, but also dare to do it. If one day I have the chance, I will meet on the battlefield. Is that right, Brother Beiyun?"

Song Beiyun pointed at him from afar and shouted with a smile: "The little bastard doesn't call grandpa and brother, when you go back, grandpa will kill you!"
Chapter completed!