"Well said!" The first one to support Zhang Peng was the black-faced general Wei Chi Changgong. "What Junma said makes sense. What does a tie mean? We, the heroes of Beiting, have always been the best army in the world.
, This is what the late emperor Jinkou Yuyan said, today there are Junma here, I, Beiting, have to fight for the first place!"
"Yes, fight for the first place!"
All the soldiers in Beiting agreed.
This time, Feng Yuxi and Wen Shang were pushed onto the cliff again.
Just when Feng Yuxi wanted to open his mouth again to fool the matter, the imperial edict-proclaiming team in the hall couldn't help it anymore.
They claim to be authentic in the Central Plains. When have they ever been provoked by warriors like this? I don’t know who was the first to retort:
"Shilang Feng didn't want Zhang Junma to be disgraced at his celebration banquet, so he decided to end it in a draw. You guys, the killers, didn't appreciate it. Instead, you went even further and were aggressive. It's really shameless!"
Zhang Peng was slightly startled after hearing this, but then he looked overjoyed... Damn, what a comrade, who is this iron-headed boy? I really love you to death!
The next moment, many civil servants in the imperial edict team responded one after another.
"Young Master Wen, Commander Zhang doesn't appreciate his kindness, so you don't have to show mercy to him anymore!"
"Shaojian Wen, you are the number one scholar in the dynasty, how can you bear the nonsense of the barbarians from the border!"
"Young Master Wen, let these killers see your true abilities!"
"Come on one more song to shut them up!"
Zhang Peng looked at Wen Shang coldly, stepped forward, picked up the brush on his own, and said with a smile: "Young Master Wen, do you still dare to challenge me?"
Afterwards, all the soldiers in Beiting stood up, made fists with their right hands, knocked on their chests, and shouted in unison:
"war!"
"war!"
"war!"
In an instant, the spirit of the military feasting in front of the hall arose, and the fierce wind penetrated the cold clothes. Wen Shang and all the officials in the court were instantly locked by the huge pressure of a hundred-war army, and they were breathless.
The only one who could still speak was Feng Yuxi. There was a trace of pleading on his face: "Jun Ma, do we have to compete?"
Zhang Peng nodded firmly: "We must compare!"
Feng Yuxi closed his eyes and sat upright. This time he really had no choice. He knew Wen Shang's poetic talent. He was indeed one of the best among young people, but compared to his mentor Lu
Xian pales in comparison, let alone Zhang Peng, who wrote the eternally famous poem "Farewell to Dong Da".
That’s it, I don’t want to care anymore, it’s numb, just destroy it.
When Wen Shang saw Feng Yuxi and remained silent, he knew that he would not go astray again this time.
He looked at Zhang Peng, unable to muster the courage to write.
"Why didn't the No. 1 Scholar pick up his pen?" Zhang Peng urged, "Are you afraid? Haha, if you were afraid, then I would regard the previous agreement as a joke. I just didn't expect that the people in the land of the cultural elite of the Central Plains would
Literati are such cowardly people."
"What did you say?"
"Young Master Wen, pick up your pen!"
"Come on, Mr. Wen, how can we, the literati, be bullied by such barbarians!"
At this time, every civil servant from the imperial court was furious and shouted angrily.
Wen Shang was forced into a corner, his face twitched, his brows furrowed, and he lifted the brush tremblingly.
"Hahaha, okay, since Wen Shaojian has accepted the challenge, then this county Marco will put pen to paper," Zhang Peng smiled very boldly, "Gundam, grind the ink for me!"
"No, uncle!" Gundam was already ready, and his movements of grinding ink were extremely skillful.
This time, Xu Wanyi did not sit still in front of the desk, but came forward to watch how Zhang Peng scolded Fang Qiu.
Zhang Peng did not start writing this time, but looked at Xu Wanyi affectionately, and then said softly: "I remember three years ago, the princess came to Beijing to be granted a title. It was for her husband to marry the princess.
It was our first farewell since then. I remember that day when the north wind was howling, the goose feathers were snowing heavily, and the world was as plain as day. You set off from the east gate and went to the capital..."
Xu Wanyi's face moved slightly, and her brain immediately shut down... What happened? Three years ago, I did go to the capital to receive a seal, but you didn't seem to send me out of the city that time, right?
"Wanyi, this poem is also given to you by my husband!"
After finishing speaking, I saw Zhang Peng holding the pen and writing with energy, and a strong poem with iron paintings and silver hooks jumped out on the paper!
""Bai Xuege sends Luan Ming back to the capital"!"
Zhang Peng was writing and reading aloud at the same time!
"The north wind blows and the white grass on the ground is broken, and the sky is full of snow in August."
"Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom."
After listening to these two sentences, Feng Yuxi stood up unconsciously. At this moment, he no longer knew how to use words to describe his shocking mood.
Looking at Wen Shang again, his hand holding the pen had froze, and the Langhao pen fell directly to the ground. His pale face was full of despair.
"Scattered into the bead curtain and wet the silk curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin."
"The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold."
"The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away."
"The Chinese army prepares wine for returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and lutes."
"Snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the red flag flutters in the wind but remains frozen."
The atmospheric, detailed and vivid description of the frontier military camp instantly aroused deep resonance among all the Beiting soldiers present.
"Send you off at the east gate of Beiting. When you leave, the Tianshan Road is covered with snow."
"You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, but there is a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow."
The long poem ended, and its rhyme was lingering. Xu Wanyi looked at Zhang Peng blankly throughout the whole process, knowing that he calmly put down the pen, raised his head, and then made eye contact.
Yes, this guy must have been watching me leave from a corner on the city wall when I was traveling. It must be like this!
Humph, what a nuisance! You could just come out to see me off, and why not come secretly!
Thinking of this, a blush appeared on Xu Wanyi's pretty face, and she no longer dared to look at Zhang Peng.
In the entire banquet hall, everyone seemed to have stopped breathing, and only the north wind passing through the hall was whistling.
The soldiers in Beiting were stuck in their memories and could not extricate themselves, while the civil servants in the imperial court looked at each other and did not dare to speak anymore.
The one who is under the greatest pressure is none other than No. 1 Scholar Wen Shang. His face is ashen and he stands there like a zombie.
As soon as "Song of White Snow" came out, Wen Shang knew he was doomed.
Feng Yuxi let out a long sigh and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he swallowed his words back... Forget it, I have lost most of my old face today, so I don't want to continue to embarrass myself.
"Shaojian Wen, where are your poems? Oops, why did your brush fall off? Maybe you're not used to it?" Zhang Peng asked with concern, pretending to be surprised.
"You...you..." Wen Shaojian felt his mouth was dry and his throat was stuck. He forgot what to say and retreated unconsciously out of fear.
"Shaojian Wen! If you can't write a poem, you lose!" At this time, Yuchi Changgong's voice sounded like a tiger roaring.
"You... pfft..." At this moment, Shaojian Wen was filled with shame and anger, desperate, and was forced to retreat. He only felt an extreme suffocation in his chest, and then his throat became sweet, and he vomited out a mouthful of old blood, and finally passed out on the spot.
past.
In an instant, the entire banquet hall fell into chaos!
The officers and soldiers of the Beiting Army laughed one after another, while the civil servants of the imperial court all looked ugly, ashamed and angry.
"Humph, here comes someone! Carry Young Inspector Wen back to the wing to rest, and ask famous doctors in the city to come quickly for treatment!" Zhang Peng waved his hand and gave the order, "In addition, send these hundred jars of strong liquor to Young Inspector Wen's room.
When he recovers, I will personally observe his majestic appearance."
The banquet was over here. Feng Yuxi shook her head and sighed and left, citing physical discomfort. Then the civil servants left the party, while the Beiting generals surrounded Zhang Peng and Xu Wanyi, and all kinds of rainbow farts came one after another.
"Daughter-in-law, are you satisfied with my husband's dog-beating stick method?" Zhang Peng said with a mean smile.
"Humph, that's all," Xu Wanyi's pretty face turned even redder, but her mouth remained arrogant.
Just when Zhang Junma was being forced to toast by the soldiers in Beiting, Jianping hurried over from outside the hospital. She looked delighted and brought a piece of news:
"Princess Princess, Commandery Horse, Mr. Yuan is awake!"