Zhang Sheng's face was red and his neck was rough. He hesitated to speak. He wanted to spit out something?
But, it felt like a piece of bone was stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say anything!
The beauty of the beauty in the poem of the King of Huangzhou makes the murderous warriors on the battlefield unable to bear harm, and makes the king only want the beauty but not the country. This kind of beauty, the world cannot bear to live up to, the high power reaches the sky, and it is boundless.
After the poetry meeting, Du Yue'er's beauty will be spread all over the world along with this poem.
It is very likely that she will directly top the list of the top ten beauties in the world.
Before the poem "King of Huangzhou", any words of praise for Du Yue'er would be overshadowed.
Zangliu asked calmly: "Zhang Sheng, a famous scholar from Yangzhou, let me ask you again, do you have any poems that can compare with this poem?"
"If not, please admit defeat!"
Zhang Sheng's face was as red as a monkey's butt, and he glanced at Du Yue'er in shame, feeling his heart tremble.
Not only did the beauty fail to impress, but she was embarrassed!
Instead of winning the gold, I lost my body!
Instead of gaining fame, he became infamy!
Thinking of this, his eyes were filled with tears of unwillingness, and he struggled to utter two words: "Admit defeat!"
These two words were like a knife, cutting through the arrogance held in the chests of the two states' Confucian scholars and letting it out.
Defeated!
In front of the beautiful poem by King Huangzhou, Zhang Sheng really couldn't speak.
Also, who can open his mouth in front of the beautiful poem "The King of Huangzhou"?
Zangliu looked at the people in the hall, stretched out his fingers, and said seriously: "Now, my prince's beauty poems are placed here. If the celebrities from the two states present want to challenge, I will fight on behalf of my prince!"
"As long as you can write a better beauty poem for Master Du, I, Zangliu, will admit defeat and willingly give you a hundred taels of gold."
No one jumped out!
Anyone who jumps out in front of this beautiful poem is asking for trouble.
The banquet hall was eerily silent.
At this time.
"Hahaha"
Li Fei sneered and said: "Envoy of the King of Huangzhou, don't be too arrogant."
"Isn't it just a poem about the beauty of the Du family?"
"This Governor will do the same."
"Listen up! Master Du is as beautiful as a flower, so beautiful!"
"Ah! Master Du's beauty is as sweet as a melon!"
"Ah! Master Du's beauty is as intoxicating as wine!"
"Master Du, you are a true beauty!"
"Hahaha"
Li Fei's speech was very smooth and it felt great!
"How about it?"
"Is this poem by this governor comparable to the poem by King Huangzhou?"
"Master Du, what do you think?"
The veins in Du Yue'er's eyes twitched violently, and she answered politely: "It's straightforward, but the beauty of Yue'er is not as good as what Governor Li said!"
Suddenly.
The awkward atmosphere in the hall was greatly diluted by Li Fei's nonsense.
Confucian scholars from both states were secretly grateful!
The Governor of Qingzhou is indeed one of their own!
At the critical moment, a jingle solved the embarrassment of the entire poetry meeting.
I understand the embarrassment of celebrities in Qing and Yang states who dare not face this beautiful poem!
Although people are rough, they are good!
"Cough cough cough"
Tang Qingzhu coughed a few times in embarrassment and said: "Governor Li, come here, let's have a drink, let them do this poem fight, if they lose, they lose, no one will die!"
"Who has never lost in a poetry contest?"
"Dry!"
Li Fei blinked his tiger eyes and asked with a dissatisfied look on his face: "Dean Tang, are you really unwilling to mention the poem I just wrote?"
Tang Qingzhu was helpless: "Governor Li, these few sentences you just recited are very different. They can be regarded as a soul poem!"
Soul poetry?
Li Fei understands!
No wonder, when he first started composing poetry, he felt that a secret had opened in his soul and he had a little bit of poetic talent!
It turns out that what he created was soul poetry!
now.
Li Fei made an important decision.
That is to be a soul poet!
the other side.
Zang Liu's little face was full of seriousness: "Since you admit defeat, from now on, you will be a member of my army in Huangzhou. Wait a minute, you can choose to follow me to join the army in Huangzhou, or you can redeem yourself with five hundred taels of silver. How to choose?"
Zhang Sheng's face was full of reluctance: "I want to redeem myself with five hundred taels of silver!"
"But today is a poetry meeting. I didn't expect to use any money, so I didn't bring it with me."
"I'll bring it to you when I get home."
"Or, send it directly to Huangzhou Prince's Mansion!"
Zangliu shook his head: "I don't have time to wait for you to give me money!"
"If you want to use money to redeem yourself, give it now, otherwise, follow me back to Huangzhou to serve as a soldier!"
"You don't have money to redeem yourself, do you?"
Zhang Sheng felt humiliated and whispered with a red face: "Yes, there must be!"
"I, Zhang Sheng, have a huge fortune in Yangzhou, with thousands of hectares of fertile land, hundreds of shops, and thousands of serfs. How can I not be able to get out a mere five hundred taels of silver!"
"I just didn't bring it!"
Zangliu's face became even colder: "Then follow me!"
At this time, Zhang Sheng was extremely embarrassed.
"That's too much!"
Li Fei roared angrily and stood up for Zhang Sheng: "The envoy of King Huangzhou must not be so arrogant. Isn't it just five hundred taels of silver?"