Zhang Rong did not expect that things would turn so quickly.

But that's how it happened.

"It's amazing!"

Sun Quan carefully recalled this poem and felt a lot of emotion for a moment.

"Don't laugh at me when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from the battles in ancient times?"

Zhou Yu shook his head and smiled: "What a good poem, I am worthy of being a fighting person on the battlefield, I have insights!"

Xiao Qiao grew up with a cherry mouth and looked at Guan Ping downstairs in shock.

He actually did it.

And he was recognized by his husband. You must know that his husband does not want Guan Ping to win.

It is enough to show how well this poem is written.

Zhou Yu patted Xiao Qiao on the upper floor of the city and asked her to get up and leave her arms.

I walked forward, held the railing, looked down at the bottom, but Lu Ji, who had high expectations, still failed like this.

He was completely defeated by Guan Ping as if he was a debater in the government office last year.

It is probably difficult to turn things around in the future!

Zhou Yu sighed, why did he lose all the cleverness of having a love for the jujube?

This also reminded him of the story of the young Kong Rong. The junior doctor Chen Wei ridiculed Kong Rong for being smart when he was a child and not necessarily talented when he grew up.

But Kong Rong said to Chen Wei directly: I guess you must have been very smart when you were a child.

Chen Wei was depressed in one sentence.

But now Zhou Yu's opinion is that Chen Wei's words are somewhat against Lu Ji and Kong Rong.

Kong Beihai has the title of the Kong family, but unfortunately he is proud of his talent and ambition to quell the country's danger.

But because of the rough talent and lack of thought, there is no achievements.

Lu Ji thought the questions he had prepared were difficult enough, but Guan Ping actually wrote them in half a moment.

He is still unreasonable, but Guan Ping's poetry is so good!

At this moment, Lu Ji even felt that Guan Ping's poetry talent was much better than his skills!

I have no choice but to write poetry all the time, just to win over these Jiangdong talents in literary talent.

He has a lot of thought!

"Lost?"

The people who were on the gossip could not let go for a long time, Guan Ping made it, and Lu Ji actually lost!

Lu Su and others were all shocked. They thought that the questions Lu Ji had asked were difficult.

As a result, Guan Ping actually did it.

"Lu Gongji, is that losing?" Zhang Wen looked incredible.

Zhang Cheng nodded, and even he felt that Guan Ping's poem was so heroic.

The onlookers were a little unhappy.

Poetry is a good poem!

The feeling this poem gives them is that when they hear it, they feel that their chests are filled with heroic spirit.

But the key point is that Lu Ji lost, and 80% of them bet on the five talented men in Jiangdong to win!

Someone among the melon-eating crowd shouted:

"Lu Ji, I'm so disappointed with you. I say you (harmonious) mother!"

All the encouragement that Lu Ji had just received turned into curses at this moment.

Because Lu Ji lost, their chances of winning were much smaller!

On the second floor of the restaurant, there is also one of the eight masterpieces of the emperor. He is good at writing. At this time, he just put down his pen and said:

“Grape wine luminous cup

I'm urging you to drink the pipa

Don't laugh at me when you are drunk on the battlefield

How many people have returned from war since ancient times?”

Cao Buxing, who was painting on the side of the mountain, stood up, glanced at the bamboo slips, and praised: "Good poem."

He paused and said, "Good words!"

Huang Xiang touched her beard and smiled, "A good poem is worthy of good words. I wanted to watch the fun, but I didn't expect that I would gain such a reward."

I hope the next three poems of Guan Dingguo, hey.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng actually chose to study mathematics, otherwise he would have had another masterpiece spread to the world."

Cao Buxing said in surprise: "Xiu Ming actually believed that Guan Dingguo could still write it, and we don't know what kind of proposition the rest of the poem?"

"A poem about Beigu Mountain nostalgia, I still have some doubts that he has considered it a long time ago."

Huang Xiang also stood up, looked down at the crowd and said, "In half a moment, Guan Dingguo wrote such a grand poem as required.

Does Fu Xing think it can still stump him? Isn’t it worth your painting for him today?”

Cao Buxing touched his beard and said nothing. He was good at painting dragons, tigers, horses and figures. He was especially good at painting Buddhas and was known as the ancestor of Buddhist paintings.

He was not Sun Quan's imperial painter, nor did he become an official, and he was a famous freelance painter.

Whether you draw or not will follow his own personality.

"Watch it for a while, this is the first game."

Cao Buxing glanced at the silk cloth that had been arranged in the distance.

That was what he prepared after winning the five talented men in Jiangdong.

As a person from Wucheng County, Kuaiji County, he still hopes that Jiangdong can win.

Huang Xiang touched her beard and smiled without saying anything. Although he was under Sun Quan's command, Guan Ping's poem really made him like it.

And he is also looking forward to Guan Ping's next poem!

Outside the inn, Huang Gai loudly told Guan Dingguo's words in the first game, and shouted three times, ensuring that most people heard it.

Zhang Wen first comforted Lu Ji, then turned to Yan Qi and said:

"Brother Mancai, you will make the question first in this game, which will stump Guan Ping. Take the initiative back into our hands and cheer everyone up."

Yan Hu nodded quite solemnly. Because of Lu Ji's defeat in the first game, Guan Ping took the first place, and the match point had already been transferred to him.

"Mancai, are you sure?"

Lu Ji asked, because he lost, he also hoped to win.

Yan Hu nodded, and he also learned a profound lesson from Lu Ji's defeat. He must not speak loudly for a while, so he let Guan Ping choose from the Book of Filial Piety.

He certainly hasn't seen it!

The people who bet on the winning crowd of five talented men in Jiangdong once again focused on Yan Yan.

When Yan Yan was young, he loved studying, and was familiar with "Poetry", "Book", and "Li", and liked "Shuowen Jiezi", which was as famous as Zhuge Jin and Bu Zhi.

This game will definitely win the game!

Yan Zhu walked out and said, "Huang Gong overthrew the old general, then I should ask the question first in the second game."

Huang Gai nodded, it should have been like this, and then the people around him beat three gongs and began to silence.

Yan Yan first bowed, and then said, "General Guan Xiao's poem is admired. Can I give a question at will?"

Guan Ping looked at Yan Wei and said after returning the gift: "The rules set just now are like this. Just mention them, and I will try my best to do it!"

When he heard this, Yan Qing clenched his fists and said, "Then I will also give a topic of wine!"

"Ah, I still have to use wine as the topic!"

Zhang Wen was quite surprised, but he didn't expect Yan Hu, who had always been honest, to raise a difficult problem.

The crowd immediately started talking about it, and we still have to talk about wine as the topic?

Isn’t this going to make Guan Ping win?

"It is easy to write one, but it is not easy to write two poems with the same title."

Zhuge Ke looked at Yan Wei and did not expect to ask this good question, which would be stumping Guan Ping immediately.

Guan Ping continued to scratch his head with panda: "That's it?"

Yan Yan smiled slightly at this time, and the dagger appeared:

"General Guan Xiao, I haven't finished speaking yet, and I have the title of wine, but the word wine is not allowed to appear in the poem!"
Chapter completed!