Chapter 38 Hands in pockets, I don't know who my opponent is
Lu Hao walked around the hall, enjoying the glory that attracted everyone's attention.
Lu Yingcai looked at Lu Hao, with an uncontrollable smile on his face, and almost shouted that this was his grandson.
There was a pause.
Lu Hao stopped, looked straight at Qin Yu, and spoke slowly.
""Crazy Willow""
"First you bully the flowers, then you envy the plum blossoms that are already red. You flirt with the green sun arrogantly, when will the spring breeze arrive?"
This poem fell into place.
Students on one side of the Imperial College burst into cheers.
"Good! As expected of Lu Hao, the poem is good and the connotation is even better!"
"Hey hey hey~ How long will the spring breeze last? How long will the good spring breeze last?"
"Let's see how Qin Yu responds."
"I guess this first poem stumped Qin Yu, right?"
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The students of the Imperial Academy couldn't help but smile with joy and started talking about it.
Lu Yingcai's eyes were even more cunning. He wanted to see how Qin Yu responded.
Lu Hao looked at Qin Yu and smiled, "Little Prince Qin, it's your turn~"
The disciples of the Academy looked at Lu Hao with anger in their eyes.
Lu Hao not only composed poems, but also insulted Qin Yu.
Comparing Qin Yu to a wild willow, he bullied the flowers for blooming late, and was jealous of the plum blossoms that fell early. Only then did the spring breeze come, and he is so arrogant today.
One word "bullying", one "jealousy" and one "arrogant" all compare Qin Yu to a villain who succeeds and criticize him mercilessly.
Zhang Zian and the other great scholars listened quietly, expressionless.
Xiao Rou frowned, her beautiful eyes were piercing, and she was about to stand up to defend Qin Yu.
Qin Yu grabbed her hand that was placed beside the table and said calmly: "Eldest Princess, don't be impatient. I can handle it. Only in the end will you know who the clown is."
The words fell.
Qin Yu let go of his hand, stood up, and walked around the hall.
Xiao Rou's beautiful eyes trembled when she looked at Qin Yu. For some reason, she felt that she felt an inexplicable sense of security when she was with Qin Yu.
It seems that he can easily resolve any problem.
Xiao Nan raised his right hand and said, "Come on, Old Qin."
At this time, the eyes of everyone in the hall were all focused on Qin Yu.
Qin Yu still looked calm and calm.
""Ode to the Willows""
"The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors."
This poem fell into place.
The academy side burst into cheers.
"Hahahaha... Good old Qin, this is poetry, what nonsense is this, it's just nonsense."
"This is how a willow tree should look like, dignified, luxurious and elegant."
"Ingenuity and originality, from willow branches to willow leaves, borrowing Willow Wing Chun, the spring breeze is like scissors, both clear and gorgeous."
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Qin Yu's poem not only earned face for himself, but also for the academy.
All the great scholars and students in the Imperial Academy looked at Qin Yu in disbelief.
Unexpectedly, this little prince Goulan actually has something.
Lu Hao snorted secretly and sat back.
There is no need for Zhang Zian to judge this poem. He himself knows that it is quite different from Qin Yu.
But he didn't doubt his talent.
His poem was originally intended to criticize Qin Yu.
Lu Yingcai frowned and was a little disappointed. He did not expect that Qin Yu would recite such a beautiful line casually.
Zhang Zian remained calm and glanced at the Imperial College, "Is there anyone willing to challenge?"
Of course, all the students in the Imperial College were dissatisfied, and instantly some stood up to challenge him.
But the resulting poem was far from satisfactory.
Although Qin Yu's poem "Ode to the Willows" does not contain any gorgeous rhetoric, it is novel in conception, full of charm, and very suitable for the occasion.
"For the first question, Academy Qin Yu won."
Zhang Zian announced the results fairly and impartially.
Although Xiao Rou asked him to be the judge alone, he did not bother to engage in malpractice for personal gain.
The faces of the Imperial Academy students darkened.
The children of the academy cheered and celebrated.
Although they are all children of princes, they are all in their prime, brave and aggressive years.
Xiao Rou was also relieved, she had absolute confidence in Qin Yu.
Su Maode took out the second question, with four big characters: "Ambition is hard to achieve."
The students were in an uproar.
Poems like "Ambition is Hard to Repay" are extremely common in the world of poetry, and it is also the reason why many literati and poets write poems about wine.
But this question is very difficult for these students.
Because they are the children of princes and powerful people, they have been pampered and pampered since childhood, and their future is bright and accessible.
Therefore, it is difficult for them to understand that great ambitions are hard to achieve, because they can never understand that state of mind.
But the students of the Imperial College are still eager to give it a try.
This is their last chance.
If Qin Yu were to win another round, they would lose.
How has the Imperial Academy ever lost to the Academy?
How could they live up to Zhang Zian's expectations for the wine sacrifice?
In the first round of the Imperial College, the first gift was given.
In the second round, it was the Academy's turn.
Qin Yu stood up again and walked to the hall casually.
This time, he chose to kill instantly and didn't even give Imperial Academy a chance to take action.
Qin Yu looked up at the top of the palace and spoke slowly.
""Ascending""
"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are howling in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sands of Zhugistan.
The endless falling trees rustled down, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and only appears on the stage.
Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass becomes turbid when it is new."
This song "Ascend the High" is known as the first of the seven rhythms in ancient and modern times, and it is an unsurpassed metrical model.
Not to mention these Imperial College students, even if Zhang Zian died in person, he might not be able to compose poems of equal quality.
This poem fell into place.
There was complete silence in the hall, you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone looked at Qin Yu blankly, their eyes full of shock.
All the indifferent Imperial Confucians also looked at Qin Yu in disbelief.
Lu Yingcai felt as if he had eaten a fly.
Zhang Zian's hands trembled with excitement and he stared blankly at Qin Yu.
How is it possible?
How is this possible?
How could Qin Yu, at his age, compose such a poem with such unrealistic ambitions!?
This is such a sad feeling of being impoverished, old and sick, living in a foreign country, and unable to fulfill one's ambitions.
The precision of character refining and counterpointing is unprecedented and unprecedented.
All the students in the Imperial College even lost the courage to stand up and fight.
No one wants to humiliate themselves.
Xiao Rou looked up at Qin Yu, her beautiful eyes full of light.
With just this one song, she knew that the academy had won, that she had won with great success, and that she had won the hearts of the whole hall.
She really couldn't understand how Qin Yu could be so talented.
From poetry to policy discussions, from policy discussions to making tea.
Xiao Rou now not only admires Qin Yu, but also admires him.
She felt that as long as Qin Yu was around.
All problems will no longer be problems.
He didn't speak to anyone.
Qin Yu looked at Zhang Zian and cupped his hands slightly, "Zhang Jijiu, the Imperial College can send people to fight."
Zhang Zian smiled bitterly and shook his head, and said helplessly: "Little friend Qin Yu, please stop teasing me. Do you think they have the courage to challenge us?"
"Don't talk about them, the old man and the old guys around him don't dare to pick up your song "Ascending"!"
"Wonderful, wonderful~"
The words fell.
All the great Confucian scholars and doctors from the Imperial Academy came down.
You can fight, but you will only bring humiliation upon yourself.