Although Zeng Tong and Zhu Yan were in the Imperial College, their relationship was quite unfamiliar, and they were even mortal enemies - literati were inferior to each other, which was also a fatal deadlock...
Zeng Tong was not only jealous of Zhu Yan's talent, but also because his father Zhu Chaofuyao rose and was promoted to the Imperial College Supervisor's Supervisor's Supervisor's Day, he gradually squeezed himself out and became depressed.
Therefore, Zeng Tong took it for granted that Zhu Yan would definitely kill all sides, and tried every means to defeat him in the final and build momentum for his father Zhu Chao.
However, Zeng Tong really didn't expect that Zhu Yan would come up with such a shitty song after thinking hard!
Can this be considered a poem? It’s all the limericks that make him famous.
Zeng Tong was secretly surprised and didn't understand why Zhu Yan deliberately let the water go? He... had no reason to let the water go!
Whether he was for the courtesan Xiaoyuer or for his father, he should be like a sharp edge to sheath and blood splashed for five steps, but why didn’t he feel any murderous aura?
Could it be that this guy Jiang Lang has finished his career?
Zeng Tong was puzzled, and even Zhu Chao, who was sitting in the judges' seat, was so surprised that he drank the tea into his nostrils. He knew his son better than anyone else, and he was a genius who could write poetry at the age of three!
Zhu Chao looked at Zhu Yan with disappointment: This bastard son is really not good for me, and he becomes more and more embarrassed as he grows.
But when He Yuan looked at the two poems on the rice paper, he sighed coldly, and hummed: "It's no match for each other, it's a marriage. You two talented men, have started again."
Reconciliation?
Thousands of talented men in the field whispered and were surprised - this was the only "game" in this competition, which sounded a bit strange.
Zeng Shan looked surprised and squinted his eyes and looked at Zeng Tong. After understanding the worry in his son's eyes, he asked He Yuan: "He everyone, how can there be a peace with this? It's too bizarre, Zeng cannot agree with it."
"Without a victory or defeat, why can't there be a peace match?"
He Yuan stood up, looked directly at Zeng Shan's eyes that were flashing with faint light, and said coldly: "Is Mr. Zeng forcing He to make an unfair decision? Tell you, that's your dream of Zeng Shan. If He is fair for a lifetime, how can he succumb to your tyranny?"
He Yuan later learned that he was squeezed out of the Imperial College, Zeng Shan, Cheng Ye, Xiao Yan and Meng Chen, and he had a collusion with each other, and he had made an indestructible contribution.
At this moment, when he caught Zeng Shan’s handle in front of thousands of talents, he naturally had to grab it hard and scold him and scold him.
Zeng Shan looked at He Yuan's righteous and stern face with guilt, still calmed down and said with a smile: "Why do you say this? I just think the judgment and the situation are up to date."
"I'm not a big deal."
Mr. Geng next to him dipped in the fire, waved his arms violently, and threw the two poems written on rice paper to Zeng Shan, pointed at his nose, and roared: "Open your eyes and take a look at these two poems carefully. I want to see how Lord Zeng turned decay into magic in front of thousands of talents?"
"This..." Zeng Shan looked carefully and saw that these two poems were as dilapidated as they were, and it was really a situation of "equal differences".
But he was wondering whether he should force himself to be criticized by thousands of talents, and he also chose a talented man to end the competition?
Well! That's it...
Just now, I heard a cry of silence: "What are you all arguing? Is this a gathering of his fucking talented men? I thought I had fallen into the pigpen."
When Zeng Shan heard the terrifying thunder sound, his scalp became numb: Why is this old hooligan coming again? There is always a shadow of him in a key place.
Thousands of talented men looked back and found that the majestic and firm Bai Mochou and the elegant and dignified Bai Su walked in from the gate under the guards of several guards.
Li Xianyu, Hongxing and others were busy coming forward to say hello to Bai Mochou and Bai Su.
After disguising, Youlan and Bai Su were chattering and chattering again. Bai Su made a soundtrack again, and naturally told Bai Mochou.
When the old gangster Bai heard this, he was so scared that his hair stood up: If Shi Yue didn't come to participate in the competition, wouldn't that guy Zeng Tong jump into the sky? This gangster must take care of this matter.
He ignored everyone's strange gazes, regardless of whether he was a judge or not. After asking about the whole story, he strode to the rice paper and took a rough look.
Seeing that one of the poems was signed by Zhu Yan, I couldn't help but laugh happily - being able to make such a destructive poem is hard to make for the talented Zhu Yan!
Bang!
The old gangster Bai slapped the table hard, pointed at Zeng Shan, and said with saliva flying: "Sir Zeng, are you blind? Or are you heartless? These two-handed poems are obvious, and they are arguing about it! If you dare to make excuses, be careful that this gangster will fight you desperately."
Bai Mochou's intimidating power is far beyond that of elegant scholars such as He Yuan and Geng Laofuzi.
Zeng Yamamoto was in a disadvantage, and Bai Mochou looked over with fierce eyes and gave in and smiled: "The Censor Bai said it is reasonable. Zeng just looked at it carefully. These two 'poems' were indeed a draw. Well! Then let's do it. According to He everyone's judgment, we will start the extra race quickly to select the final winner."
"This is almost the same! You know what you know..."
Bai Mochou laughed proudly, pointed at a fat-headed and big-eared judge on Zeng Shan's side, and spitted: "Get off, I'm going to be a judge."
The judge didn't even dare to let go of his fart and rolled down in shame.
Bai Mochou continued to do it casually, greeted Zhu Yan, and the fat talent came to him and said cheerfully: "You should write poems quickly. Now I am a hooligan, and what they say is not the final decision. Only this judge has the final right to make decisions."
This sentence was extremely domineering, and Zeng Shan and other judges were so angry that they rolled their eyes: This face was beaten and blew up, and they felt uncomfortable.
But He Yuan and others laughed from the bottom of their hearts: "There is no chance for the Censor Bai to take action in the ages! Good things! Great things!"
However, Zeng Shan's energy returned, but he was not worried: Zhu Yan just happened to make a mistake by chance. As long as he performed normally this time, he could easily defeat the fat talented man.
The fat talented man felt very happy when he saw that he could have a bizarre draw with Zhu Yan. After a moment, the God of Mie wrote another 'Perfect Poem' that made people laugh.
Zeng Shan was so happy that he was very happy: This fat talented man is so talented!
He stepped forward with malicious intentions and patted Zhu Yan on the shoulder, comforting him: "Young Master Zhu, don't be nervous! Just perform normally! You can do it."
Zhu Yan nodded gratefully, "Thank you, Lord Zeng for your concern, feel the warmth coming from your hands, I am now inspired."
Zeng Shan was overjoyed: "Okay! Just have inspiration! Come on, come on."
Zhu Yan walked casually, chanting the wine poem that he had been thinking about for a long time with both voice and emotion.
Thousands of talented men looked at each other in shock and were stunned: Is this really a talented man with a famous Kyoto City? It’s so surprising! It’s better to meet than to be famous. The ancients really don’t bully me!
Zengshan, Zeng Tong was complacent, and he was like wandering around in the blue sky, and he was extremely comfortable.
But as soon as Zhu Yan's poem came out, the two of them fell from mid-air like a "thump" and broke their butt into eight and a half.
Zeng Shan was so angry that his facial features moved: How could this be inspired? This is obviously a urination...
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