Chapter 200 Lin Beifan didn’t play, and a little guy just killed us?

On Dayan’s side, the champion Lang Tang Yong was the first to appear.

In the past two days, Dayan’s team suffered successive defeats, their morale was greatly reduced, and their mood was not high. Therefore, they could only send Tang Yong, who was the most stable and talented, to boost everyone’s morale.

On Great Wu’s side, it was Liao Rumin who appeared on stage.

The other party is more talented in poetry and poetry, so he will play first, hoping to get off to a good start.

The two sides fought against each other for two days and became familiar with each other. They didn’t say much. They all faced the empress with their heads held high, waiting for the empress to come up with a question.

A box full of topics was brought to Empress-.

The empress stretched out her hand, ready to draw a topic.

At this time, Lin Beifan’s finger hooked lightly, and a small gust of wind slid past the empress, blowing out a note with the title on it, and it fell into the empress’ hands.

The Empress didn’t think much, and took it out directly.

Open it and take a look: “Bamboo!”

The referee immediately announced loudly: “The first question of the poems and songs-bamboo! Representatives from both parties are asked to write poems, songs and songs about bamboo within the time of a stick of incense, and then hand them over to the officials on the spot to judge whether they are good or bad!”< /p>

This topic is not difficult.

Bamboo has always been a favorite plant of literati.

They liked the loyalty and unyieldingness of bamboo, and were impressed by his majestic integrity, leaving countless poems praising bamboo.

Today’s gifted scholars and scholars will write one or two poems about bamboo when they have nothing to do, arty.

Tang Yong, the representative of Dayan, smiled confidently.

Because, regarding this topic, he was prepared.

He has written many poems about bamboo, among which is a masterpiece.

Once it is taken out, it will definitely amaze the audience!

We will win this game!

However, Liao Yongmin, the representative of the Great Wu side, was ecstatic in his heart.

He also prepared a poem about bamboo.

Moreover, this poem was modified by Master Jijiu, which raised the overall level of the poem by more than one level, achieving the effect of a poem handed down from generation to generation!

He believes that taking it out will definitely shock the audience!

Ha ha!

God helped me too!

This game, I’m sure to win!

Today is the time for me, Liao Rumin, to become famous!

The two sides looked at each other and showed very confident smiles.

At this moment, the referee lit a stick of incense and said loudly, “The timer has started!”

“Brother Tang please!”

“Brother Liao, please!”

The two parties came to the desk, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing like a snake.

This scene attracted everyone’s attention, and everyone whispered.

“The two sides are writing very quickly, it seems that they are well prepared!”

“It should be like this. This topic is not difficult. It depends on whose poems are better!”

“The poems about bamboo are already rotten. Now let’s see who can write something new and profound!”

“This is a test of skill!”

……

On the side of Great Flame.

Tanhua Lang Ding Shaojie cupped his hands and smiled, “Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations, Your Highness!”

“Where does joy come from?” The third prince was puzzled.

Ding Shaojie smiled: “I was lucky enough to read Brother Tang’s collection of poems! Among them is a poem about bamboo, which describes the loyalty and unyieldingness of bamboo, which has reached the level of Zhenguo! As long as Brother Tang takes out this poem , we have a good chance of winning!”

“Haha! So that’s the case, this is a good thing!” The third prince laughed.

“The only thing I need to worry about now is Lin Beifan!” Ding Shaojie frowned, full of fear in his heart: “The other party’s talent and learning are rare in my life! He has an unparalleled talent in poetry and poetry! He once wrote How many poems have all reached the level of handing down! I am afraid of him…”

The third prince smiled mysteriously.

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Don’t worry at all!

He has already received money from Ben Gong, so he will definitely let him down in the competition.

Writing poems and lyrics is a test of ability. If you know it, you can do it, if you don’t, you won’t. There will be no accidents at all.

So, we will definitely win!

“I have a feeling that we will definitely win this game!” The third prince said confidently.

Everyone was shocked: “Your Highness, why did you say that?”

“Look down quietly!” The third prince smiled mysteriously.

At this time, Tang Yong had already written his own poem, which was a five-character quatrain.

Everyone saw it, and all praised it.

“Good poem! This poem is wonderfully written. It expresses the loyalty and tenacity of bamboo!”

“Absolutely reach the level of the town!”

“Not surprisingly, Tang Yong should have won this round!”

“As expected of the number one scholar!”

……

Tang Yong was complacent, while Dayan was beaming with joy, as if he had already won the victory.

At this time, Great Wu’s Liao Rumin also finished writing and took a look.

“Brother Liao, how is this poem of mine, does it catch your eye?” Tang Yong said with a touch of showing off.

Liao Rumin smiled lightly: “The writing is really good, you deserve to be the number one scholar!”

Tang Yong suddenly became upset!

You said it so lightly, could it be that you write better than me?

Before, he had inquired about it a long time ago. Liao Yongmin was indeed very talented, but he was far behind them. If you come to Dayan to take the imperial examination, you can barely enter the ranks of the second-class Jinshi.

What right does a second-class Jinshi have to look down on their poems?

“Then please brother Liao, show your poems for everyone to see!” Tang Yong said with a smile on his face.

Liao Rumin showed her poems confidently, and shouted loudly: “This is a poem made by the students. It’s called “Bamboo and Stone”! Your Majesty, and all the adults, please take a look!”

When everyone took a closer look, they were immediately amazed.

I saw written on the paper:

Sticking to the green hills and not letting go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks!

Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west, north and south!

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“Good poetry!!!”

“One word, let the old man see the tenacity and indomitability of bamboo!”

“The whole poem seems to let the old man see an old bamboo, firmly rooted in the rocks! Not afraid of the strong winds in the southeast and northwest, nor any tempering, tall and straight, upright, strong and unyielding, maverick!”

“This poem expresses the tenacious and persistent quality of bamboo! I have seen many poems about bamboo, but this one is the most penetrating, vivid, and I like it the most. It should be clear!” < /p>

“This poem… has definitely reached the level of handing down!”

……

The scene is full of top contemporary scholars, who like to recite poems and compose Fu, and have the most powerful poetry appreciation ability.

Now, I am even more excited when I witness a poem handed down from generation to generation, which is still from their great martial arts side.

“Thank you, adults, for your compliments. The students are ashamed!” Liao Rumin said modestly.

However, my heart has long been filled with joy!

The number one scholar Tang Yong watched this scene in dismay: “This…how is it possible?”

I have already taken out the poems at the bottom of the box, and I have reached the level of Zhenguo. I thought I had won.

In the end, the other party came up with a masterpiece that was handed down from generation to generation, and his masterpiece of suppressing the country was instantly reduced to scum!

Life is full of ups and downs, it’s so exciting!

On Dayan’s side, his complexion instantly became ugly, as if his parents had died.

Especially His Highness the Third Prince, who has the most ugly face.

Originally, he had already boasted, thinking that this game was a sure win, but Lin Beifan hadn’t played yet, but one of the opponent’s minions had already beaten their champion!

What a slap in the face!

Tang Yong opened his mouth: “Brother Liao, is this really your poem?”

Liao Rumin blushed a little.

The original version of this poem was indeed written by him.

It was only later that I read it at the sacrifice and changed the poem a lot, which is why it achieved the current effect.

Liao Rumin’s gaze secretly turned to Lin Beifan, but he saw Lin Beifan shaking his head.

Knowing Lin Beifan’s intentions, he said confidently, “Of course I did this. Would you give such a masterpiece to others?”

Tang Yong shook his head inwardly.

To scholars, this masterpiece handed down from ancient times is like a peerless martial art in the hands of people in the Jianghu.

… ….. …

Who is willing to hand it over to help others?

The referee smiled and said: “Writing poems and lyrics requires inspiration! When any scholar has a highlight, sometimes he can write a masterpiece with a flash of inspiration. It’s not surprising! Just like our Master Jijiu, Brilliant and full of inspiration, he often recites works handed down from generation to generation, leaving them for the world to appreciate!”

“That’s right! Lord Jijiu is such a talented person. He can write poems and lyrics at his fingertips, so he is hailed as a fairy in the sky! Because only a fairy has such an amazing talent! Compared with him, the students are far behind. It’s less than one ten-thousandth of his!” Liao Rumin immediately boasted, and the flattery poured in.

Lin Beifan was very useful after hearing this.

This kid is sensible, not in vain!

Tang Yong also knew about this situation, but he couldn’t accept the outcome of his failure.

In the end, after voting, Liao Rumin won without any surprise.

Tang Yong walked down in a daze, with a bitter mouth: “Your Highness, and everyone, I’m sorry! I let you down!”

“Tang Yong, you have performed well, and the defeat is not your fault! Who would have thought that Liao Rumin could come up with a poem handed down from generation to generation. I can only say that you are unlucky, and you are honored to lose!” the third prince persuaded.

“Thank you for your comfort, Your Highness!” Tang Yong cupped his hands.

“Next, leave it to us!” The third prince said anxiously: “Do you still have any poems about bamboo in your hands? Now is not the time to cherish your broom, take it out!”

Everyone looked at each other, smiled wryly and shook their heads.

“Your Highness, really not!”

“Your Highness, I have an article, but it is far inferior to Liao Rumin’s “Bamboo Stone”!”

“Your Highness, I really can’t get the poem in my hand!”

……

The third prince became even more anxious, and urged: “Since there is no one, then think about it quickly! Give me all the ways to think about it! Although this is the first game of poetry, poetry, and poetry, once we lose, it means Wendou has lost! After going back, how will I explain to His Majesty and Wanmin?”

The representatives of Dayan’s side were about to cry.

“But Your Highness, how can it be so easy to come up with the poems handed down from generation to generation?”

“I can’t think of a song even if I scratch my head!”

“We really have nothing to do!”

……

The third prince shouted: “Don’t talk nonsense, hurry up and think about it!” Bu.