When Xu Qing heard Dong Jian's words, he looked at his fellow villagers who had taken one step back, and then at Dong Jian who was soft except for his tough words, and said with interest: "Then how else do you want to compete?"
Dong Jian continued to say harshly: "A scholar should be compared to a scholar! Didn't you say that the scenery in the corner is more beautiful and elegant than the scenery in the garden? Then let's use poetry to judge the superiority. If my brother writes
If your poems can make Dong admire you, then Dong will naturally believe what you say!"
Look at Dong Jian's stubbornness and find that he can't beat him, so he immediately changed his title from "Your Excellency" to "Brother".
Suddenly the distance was shortened.
When Xu Qing heard Dong Jian's words, a smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, he deeply understood a truth: studying is to reason with others, and learning martial arts is to make others listen to you calmly.
Xu Qing looked back at Li Mingyue and found that Li Mingyue was also covering her mouth and smiling softly.
She was not confident in Xu Qing's force just now. Although she had seen Sister Su use force, she had seen Sister Bing'er use force, and she had seen Xue'er use force, she had never seen Xu Qing use force, so naturally she did not dare to let him rashly interact with others.
To resolve disputes by force.
But if compared to her literary skills, she was quite confident. Even Kuang Zhou, the most poetic among the younger generation of Zhao State, was no match for Xu Qing. How could Dong Jian be able to match Xu Qing?
However, Xu Qing's force today also surprised Li Mingyue. The plum blossoms as thick as a strong man's arm could not withstand Xu Qing's punch!
She should have thought of it a long time ago. After living with Sister Su for such a long time, how could she not be proficient in martial arts?
I originally thought that he was unparalleled in literature and art, but now it seems that he is both civil and military.
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As the saying goes, if it's snowing and it's not cold, then it's snowing and it's cold. The snow has not yet finished falling at this time. When the snow has not melted, naturally there is no feeling of biting cold wind. Instead, you can freely enjoy the scenery and visit the park.
Dong Jian came to see the plum garden this time, so he naturally brought pen, ink, paper and inkstones so that he could compose poems and lyrics when he got interested. These were placed in a small pavilion beside him.
In the small pavilion, there are not only pens, inks, paper and inkstones, but also a small stove. There is also a wine pot on top of the small stove.
The inkstone is exquisitely crafted and is nothing special, and the paper used is actually rice paper that can only be produced by the Guoshang Yuan. This is considered an imported product in the Zhou Dynasty and is very expensive!
It seems that Dong Jian does not come from an ordinary family. If the son of a poor family just cares about matters that have nothing to do with him, how can he dare to cause trouble in the capital?
You can't stand it, and you can't stand it by blaming people in the capital. I'm afraid it's a local family. Otherwise, where would such financial resources and confidence come from?
No wonder he is so brave.
How dare you speak up for scholars in a place like Beijing, where you can smash two nobles with just one brick.
However, Xu Qing doesn't have any bad feelings towards Dong Jian yet. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Naturally, Xu Qing doesn't want to expose the identity of the Dragon King and twist his mouth.
And what is his current status?
He has become a Marquis!
Is it necessary to discuss identity with a scholar who is still a student?
Isn't this bullying?
Dong Jian saw Xu Qing smiling and saying nothing, and even the female companion beside him smiled. He couldn't help but said angrily: "Do you dare to compete?"
Xu Qing nodded and said, "Of course I dare to compete. I wonder who will come first?"
Since the table in the booth is not big and there are a lot of things on it, the available space is really limited, so one person can only write after another person writes.
Dong Jiandao: "Brother, please come first. If your poems from the corner scene are better than my poems from the lush scenery, I will be convinced."
Xu Qing walked over in agreement.
Li Mingyue also followed and said, "Then Mingyue will grind it."
After saying that, Li Mingyue stretched out her slender hand to pick up the ink stick on the table, added a little water to the inkstone, and started grinding it gently.
Xu Qing picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and then started writing on the paper.
When Dong Jian saw this scene, he was dumbfounded and asked: "Don't you need to come up with some rhythm and rhyme?"
Xu Qing waved his hand: "Why are you planning that? It's so troublesome."
Dong Jian and the scholars gathered around him all had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Do you think this guy is speaking human language?
But Xu Qing didn't care about that, a poem had already appeared on the rice paper.
There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone.
I knew it wasn't snow from afar, because there was a faint fragrance.
When the scholars around me chant and recite, they are in a good state.
Especially the last two sentences, I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance.
Looking from a distance, I know that the white plum blossoms are not snowflakes, because there is a faint fragrance...
Really wonderful!
Scholar A: "I never thought that such a powerful man could write such a good poem!"
Scholar B: "What's wrong with Confucius's strength? Can't scholars think that Confucius is powerful? Didn't Confucius, the sage at the time, accept Zilu, who could fight tigers, as his disciple? Do you think that Confucius persuaded Zilu by reasoning?
of?"
Scholar A: "Brother, what you say is very reasonable. We, the literati, should all emulate Confucius."
Scholar C: “Come on, your small stature is still on par with that of Saint Kong?”
Scholar A: "..."
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Xu Qing looked at Dong Jian opposite and said, "I've finished writing my poem. Brother, it's your turn."
Dong Jian looked at the poem on the table, then looked at Xu Qing with a smile on his face, his throat moved and he said: "Brother, I admire you for your talent. In just four sentences, you can describe a few white plums so proudly."
Yaya, I will admit defeat."
Such a poem, even if he takes the scenery of a lush place, is impossible to surpass this person.
Xu Qing nodded and said: "As I said below, what I just said to Mingyue varies from person to person and from environment to person. It does not mean that Xiongtai is a common person."
Dong Jian waved his hand: "Brother, there is no need to be sarcastic with me. From now on, when I visit the garden, I will just walk along the wall..."
Xu Qing: "Why are you doing this?"
Dong Jian cupped his hands and said, "I was the one who was wrong just now. Today, I will be forgiven for being blind. From now on, if brother encounters difficulties, you can come to me for help. Brother's matter is my matter."
"The same goes for me." Several of Dong Jian's fellow villagers also bowed to Xu Qing, as if they were impressed by Xu Qing's literary talent.
The people watching around couldn't help but laugh when they saw this scene.
In the end, the farce was spent in laughter, which added a bit of fun to this cold winter.
But at this moment, a group of government officials suddenly came over, and the leader made a jingling sound with a chain. He looked at the plum tree that fell in the snow and said: "Who dares to damage the tree in the plum garden!
Why don’t you quickly follow me to the Yamen to confess your sins!”
Xu Qing also didn't expect that the trouble would come just after Dong Jiang said that he would come to him if he had any difficulties.
Xu Qing raised her head and looked at Dong Jian, but Dong Jian and the people around him immediately backed away after reacting, not daring to say a word.