Chapter Thirty-Eight Against the Great Writer
"That's okay." Nangong Ding smiled and looked disapproving.
He wanted to see what poems this country boy in front of him could compose.
"Just read it to everyone."
"Then I read it?" Li Feibai looked like a wild boy with no knowledge.
"Yeah!" Nangong nodded.
"On a snowy day in the Great Brahma Palace, Wei Huo is worthy of a cavalry general. Tens of thousands of hectares of smoke and waves are full of sorrow. The golden river returns to the Jade Pass every year."
After the poem was recited, the whole place fell into silence.
This poem, both in terms of rhyme and momentum, is much better than Nangong Ding's one.
Yuguan, at the junction of Weiguo and Zhuguo, is a battleground for military strategists.
Twenty years ago, due to the negligence of the generals of the Wei Kingdom, Jade Pass was taken away by the Zhu Kingdom during a heavy snowfall, which became a pain in the hearts of the people of the Wei Kingdom.
Vast expanse of mist and vast expanse of sorrow express this kind of pain.
The last sentence: Every year the golden river recovers the Jade Pass, which describes the determination of the Davidians to regain the Jade Pass.
"Pa"
It was Liu Renfang again. He stood up suddenly, with tears in his eyes, and said: "What a poem! This is the poem that my people of David should write. Year by year the golden river returns to the jade pass, good, good!"
Everyone knows that the Minister of Dali Temple is not involved in party disputes, and his words and comments are definitely the most fair.
Although he didn't explicitly say whose poem was better, it was obvious that he preferred the latter.
The people present were all people who had read poetry and books, so naturally they could tell which one was better and which one was worse.
"Papa pa pa"
As sporadic applause broke out, almost all officials also applauded.
"The King of Qi is concerned about the country and the people, which is really a blessing to me, David!" Liu Renfang continued.
"I don't dare. My clumsy work will not be appreciated by all of you, and I will make you laugh." Nangongshan was very happy.
Although the poem was not written by myself, it was recited by someone from Prince Qi's palace, and it could outdo Nangong Ding. This is enough!
"I didn't expect the King of Qi to have such accomplishments in literature, which shocked me a lot." Qian Liangye said, then added: "I wonder if the King of Qi has any research on pairs?"
It seems that this guy is determined to join Nangong, Li Feibai thought to himself.
"My prince is involved in all these aspects, but he has been feeling unwell recently, and I'm afraid he doesn't have the energy to have fun. I usually receive guidance from Prince Qi. If Mr. Qian is interested, I can play with you."
Li Feibai said cleverly, I was taught by King Qi, if I beat you, it will be the credit of King Qi.
If you lose, then you have nothing to show off if you beat a royal medical officer.
"I, Qian Liangye, am the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. I wonder who you are?" Qian Liangye formally greeted me.
"My courtesy is in vain. I am the personal medical officer of the King of Qi. He comes from a rural area. I hope Lord Qian will not hesitate to teach me." Li Fei returned the courtesy.
Fortunately, he had learned a few thousand years more about Chinese culture and was able to cope with it, which he was thankful for.
"Shan'er, what do you think?" Nangong looked towards Nangong Mountain.
"Uncle Emperor, since everyone is in such high spirits, why not let Fei Li show his shame?"
At this time, Nangongshan has swept away the decline and is full of confidence.
Nangong Ding glanced at Qian Liangye, hoping that he would treat this "wasted gift" appropriately.
"Okay, let's get started."
The people below were talking quietly.
"Where did this country boy come from? How dare he confront Mr. Qian?"
"You're just asking for humiliation."
"It doesn't matter, we'll just take it as a joke."
"Master Qian is a literary giant in the world. If he loses to this kid, I can drink this urine as tea."
Everyone burst into laughter, waiting to see Li Feibai's joke.
"Sir Qian, you are highly respected, please come out first." Li Feibai said.
"That's fine, kid, listen: spring flowers, summer rain, autumn wind, winter snow, the four seasons are impermanent."
After pondering for a moment, Li Feibai said to him: "The graceful bamboo, the orchid, the quiet chrysanthemum and the fragrant plum blossom, bring order to the year."
"It's so neat!" Liu Renfang couldn't help but admire: "Spring, summer, autumn and winter are paired with plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, the four seasons are unpredictable, and the year is orderly, flawless, what a good pairing!"
Feeling startled, Qian Liangye continued: "Although the crescent moon is tender, it is as old as the sky."
Without thinking, Li Feibai blurted out: "The stubborn stone leaves no trace and coexists with the earth."
"The frivolous catkins dance with the wind." Qian Liangye refers to the other party's frivolity.
"Humble plum blossoms accompany snow songs." Li Feibai replied that a person must know how to be humble.
The old man's face turned red, and Qian Liangye began to panic.
I didn’t believe that I would actually lose to a country boy like you. He exhausted his brains and continued: “You are well-dressed and well-fed, you are elegant and elegant, and it is hard to find splendor in the world.”
Li Feibai said: "Eating dew and drinking the wind, staying silent in the green flowers, you are already extraordinary after birth."
"Okay, okay!"
Everyone's emotions were completely ignited. Such an exquisite pairing was the best refreshment today.
In this pair, Qian Liangye hinted that it would be difficult for him to find an opponent, but Li Feibai directly attacked him. I was extraordinary as soon as I appeared.
Wiping away the sweat, Qian Liangye's hands were shaking, his head began to go blank, and his standing feet were a little weak.
"Sir Qian, we can't let this kid get the better of you. Hurry up and make a pair."
"Don't panic, everyone, how can we, the great writer of the country, lose to a country boy?"
Under the cheers of the crowd, Qian Liangye squeezed out another couplet:
"The four seasons reincarnate, but my love of love will never die."
Li Feibai was already familiar with the opponent's method of setting questions, and said directly: "A century-old achievement will make him last forever!"
"You...you..." Qian Liangye pointed at Li Feibai, his face turned red and white, and he couldn't say a word.
"Who are you?" In the end, he could only ask.
"Didn't I just say that the next country boy will waste his gifts in vain."
"Impossible, how can a country man be so educated?" Qian Liangye refused to admit defeat.
"Sir Qian's statement is ridiculous. Why can't rural people be knowledgeable? Ask all the adults here, how many of them were children of scholarly families before they entered the officialdom? I think many of them were also scholars from poor families.
Rural students, does Mr. Qian also say that they are uneducated?"
As soon as this sentence came out, many dissatisfied eyes were cast on Qian Liangye.
Sensing these malicious looks, Qian Liangye became even angrier. He pointed at Li Feibai with trembling hands and cursed: "He is a common man, smooth-tongued and glib."
Lifting the corner of his mouth and smiling slightly, Li Feibai continued: "I see that you don't want to admit defeat. How about I make a first couplet and if you can match it, you win?"
Li Feibai had just matched five or six pairs against him, but now Qian Liangye only wanted to match one. This was a naked insult.
Next to him, Nangong Shan was already very excited. He never thought that this "free gift" could not only cure diseases, but also have these abilities. He couldn't help but think highly of it.
Chapter completed!