"Since you two are so determined, I have the audacity to be the one who proposes the question," Feng Yuxi smiled and stroked his beard. After thinking about it for a while, he said leisurely, "You two, please use the border farewell as the topic and write it within a stick of incense.
Come out with a poem!”
As he finished speaking, a waiter had already delivered pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Zhang Peng and Wen Shang.
Surprisingly, both of them wrote without any hesitation. Both of them wrote quickly and smoothly.
"It's done so quickly!"
"When you meet an opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent!"
"Come up and take a look, what did they write?"
Everyone came forward one after another to take a look at the two men's masterpiece.
"I didn't expect that the number one scholar had already prepared the manuscript," Zhang Peng put down his pen coolly and handed a pair of calligraphy treasures to the waiter.
"I didn't expect Lord Ma to be so smart!" Wen Shang was secretly surprised. He was really surprised. He was plagiarizing his late master's masterpiece, but Zhang Peng was really improvising.
The waiter handed the two calligraphy treasures in front of Feng Yuxi. Feng Yuxi first appreciated Wen Shang's poem, with a look of surprise on his face. He raised his head and looked at Wen Shang, his eyes full of meaning.
Sweat broke out on Wen Shang's forehead, and he saw a look of reproach in Feng Yuxi's eyes.
"This poem by Wen Shang must have been written for a long time." Although Feng Yuxi is a person who is good at adapting, he is also a little disappointed at this moment, because this poem by Wen Shang was once written at the private banquet of the late Taifu Lu.
Read it in Zhongbai.
"Master Feng Mingjian, I didn't say in advance that it must be a new poem. It's not illegal for me to take my old works from the past," Wen Shang quickly bowed and said the words "my old works" with great force.
Feng Yuxi gritted his teeth, and finally sighed. After thinking for a while, he decided to protect his reputation as the top scholar in the new subject, so he forced out a smile: "Haha, this "Border Gift Book" written by Wen Shaojian is really rare.
Excellent work, very good, very good!”
"Hey, I have taken out all the old works from the bottom of the box. I told you that I couldn't afford to lose." The person who spoke was the black-faced general with a hot temper from before. Now he spoke in a weird and irritating way.
Zhang Peng's favorable impression of this black-faced general doubled, and he gave Gundam a questioning look.
"Uncle, this black-faced general is named Yuchi Changgong. He is one of my trusted generals and is the governor of Yihe Prefecture!" Gao Gao said in a low voice.
My surname is Yuchi? It’s interesting. His face is so dark, so similar to Yuchi Jingde from another time and space! He was so supportive of me today, I hope we can get closer to him more often in the future.
Feng Yuxi's face was also a little ugly, but he couldn't be as knowledgeable as a general. He just turned his attention to Zhang Peng's poems, but just at this glance, his eyes seemed to be half stuck with glue, and he didn't blink for a long time.
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"It's weird, why is Mr. Feng silent?" Xu Wanyi looked at Feng Yuxi without speaking for a long time, and she became more and more anxious.
"Daughter-in-law, rest assured," Zhang Peng gently patted the back of Xu Wanyi's hand and smiled confidently.
Of course he was very confident. How could Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da" kill all the people in the imperial court and leave nothing behind?
"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are shining in the daytime, and the north wind is blowing the wild geese and the snow is falling. Don't worry about the road ahead without any friends, and no one in the world will know you!" Feng Yuxi recited it silently in his heart and read it over and over again. The excitement in his heart was almost uncontrollable, "Six
He Piaohe feels sorry for himself. He has been away from Beijing and Luo for more than ten years. My husband is poor and humble, so we have no money to drink when we meet today."
A long poem broke Feng Yuxi's dusty memory like a silver bottle being broken. Yes, he remembered the time when he was exiled to the North and was alone and destitute, and met his classmates and close friends who were also in trouble.
The setting sun in the evening makes the clouds floating thousands of miles away turn dark yellow; the north wind blows hard, the snow falls heavily, and the geese fly south. My dear classmates, don’t worry that there are no close friends on the road ahead. Who in the world doesn’t know you?
You and I are like birds fluttering away from each other, hurting ourselves and feeling sorry for ourselves. It has been more than ten years since we left Jingluo. But as a seven-foot man, who would be willing to be poor and abject? It's so sad that I can't even pay for a drink when we meet you today!
The corners of Feng Yuxi's eyes were moist, and his mood could not calm down for a long time. It took him a long time to get out of his past memories.
At this moment, everyone present looked at him with curious eyes. After seeing Zhuang Yuan Ye's poems, Feng Yuxi praised them greatly, but then he didn't say a word when he saw Jun Ma Ye's poems!
Everyone present was muttering in their hearts.
The county horse is not going to lose, right?
Only Zhang Peng looked as usual, pouring a glass of wine and clinking glasses with the princess, who had an obviously solemn expression.
"Is it possible?" Xu Wanyi was really anxious this time.
"You're just worried about me!" Zhang Peng joked cheekily again.
Xu Wanyi rolled her eyes and turned her head away. She really wanted to throw Zhang Peng out.
Wen Shangke had been staring at Feng Yuxi all the time. Seeing the whole process of the detailed changes in his expression, he secretly drummed in his heart. Could it be that Zhang Peng really wrote a masterpiece in one go that was no less than the masterpiece left by his mentor?
"Zhang Junma's "Farewell to Dongda" is also a rare masterpiece," Feng Yuxi sighed inwardly again.
If we really want to compare, Zhang Peng's "Farewell to Dongda" is naturally better than Wen Shang's "Border Book", and it's not even a bit better!
However, if it is really judged like this, it will be a slap in the emperor's face. After all, Wen Shang is the number one scholar appointed by the emperor!
At the same time, it also ruined the Hu family’s face, and Wen Shang was even more of a disciple of the Hu family!
At the same time, it will once again fuel Beiting's arrogance, which is inconsistent with the task he received to suppress Beiting!
Such a masterpiece, why did it appear on my desk at this time!
I am ashamed of my wife and my conscience!
After some ideological struggle, Feng Yuxi finally made a decision. He smiled and looked at Wen Shang and Zhang Peng with gentle eyes.
"Shaojian Wen is worthy of being the number one scholar in the new field, and Junma Zhang is also worthy of being a prodigy of Beiting. Both of their poems have their own merits, and both have great achievements. In my opinion, it can be considered a tie!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Come here, please remove these hundred jars of strong liquor," Feng Yuxi waved his hand.
Wen Shaojian looked at Feng Yuxi in surprise. He never expected that he would only be tied with Zhang Peng when he moved out his master's legacy.
"You two, if you are interested, you can come up and have a look, appreciate each other and then shake hands and make peace," Feng Yuxi gave Wen Shang a look.
Wen Shaojian couldn't wait to step forward to read Zhang Peng's poems, and then... he wilted. After reading Zhang Peng's "Farewell to Dong Da", he seemed to have become dementia. He was stunned for a long time, and finally seemed to be trapped.
After taking away three souls and seven souls, the whole person retreated without saying a word.
Zhang Peng read Wen Shang's poems casually and felt that although they were brilliant, they definitely did not reach the level of a timeless masterpiece like "Farewell to Dong Da".
In an instant, he understood what was going on.
Old man Feng is trying to distract the champion of the Great Xia court!
As soon as he looked up, Zhang Peng saw Feng Yuxi's ambiguous eyes, and the meaning was very clear: Zhang Junma, you have to be merciful and merciful, and you don't want to kill everyone.
Looking at the champion Wen Shang again, Wen Shang did not dare to look at Zhang Peng at all. He just lowered his head and looked at the ground, as if he was studying the difference between the ants in Beiting and the Central Plains.
Zhang Peng smiled slightly, turned around and walked back to Xu Wanyi without making any statement.
Feng Yuxi and Wen Shang were both confused by this operation.
"Daughter-in-law, the dog is begging for mercy in front of me," Zhang Peng picked up his wine glass and touched Xu Wanyi's wine glass gently, "Tell me, should I agree or not?"
Xu Wanyi was so smart that she had already sensed something was wrong from the expressions of Liu Yuxi and Wen Shang. Now when she heard Zhang Peng say this, she suddenly understood.
She was happy in her heart, and she gave Zhang Peng a rare smile and asked, "Does your husband still have some energy left?"
"He fell down and pretended to be dead before I even exerted any force!" Zhang Peng said with a smile.
"Then please, husband, please show me your dog-beating stick skills. If you don't beat the mad dog, I will not be happy," Xu Wanyi's smile became a little evil.
"In that case, as a husband," Zhang Peng drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
The next moment, with everyone on the court looking in astonishment, Zhang Peng slammed the wine glass in his hand to the ground!
"Bang!" The wine glass broke into pieces.
The whole place was quiet.
Feng Yuxi felt bad. He knew that great talents must be arrogant, let alone a genius like Zhang Peng. Zhang Peng was going to go crazy!
"Since ancient times, there has been no first place in literature. What is the result of a tie? Now that things have come to this, I, Zhang Peng, will never give up until there is a winner!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
Feng Yuxi closed his eyes and sighed.
Wen Shang was in a cold sweat.
Xu Wanyi looked straight at Zhang Peng, who was in high spirits at this moment, with a special sense of appreciation in her beautiful eyes unconsciously.