The First Happy King of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 220 Bet
Good people always have countless advantages, but sluts have only one advantage, and that is--self righteousness.

Li Muyun originally didn't come to Shihui with the idea of ​​trampling on people, the reason why he came was just to take Su Wanqing out for a walk, so as to save this girl from staying in the county all day and getting autistic.

But now that he has been squeezed by others, it seems that it is impossible not to step on others, otherwise that old man Yu Zhining will not let him go first, not to mention that Su Yatou beside him is also watching eagerly. Own.

Thinking of this, Li Muyun sighed softly, stood up on the table, smiled at Lu Qinghong and said, "I'm not very good at making poems, but since Mr. Lu is so interested, I can't let you disappointment."

Waiting for your words, a strange light flashed in Lu Qinghong's eyes: "So, let's wait for you!"

"Wait!" Looking at the proud Lu Qinghong, Li Muyun stopped him: "Would Mr. Lu be willing to gamble with this Marquis?"

On gambling?What's the meaning?Lu Qinghong was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Li Muyun say: "Tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, it would be boring for me to compose poems by myself, why not Lu Shijun also join in, you and I each compose a poem, please judge and review it , how about a fine drink for the loser?"

"This..." Lu Qinghong hesitated for a moment. Although he also has some skills in poetry, the bet is always risky. If he loses, it will be shameless.

Seeing him hesitate, Li Muyun had a smug smile on his face: "What? Lu Shijun doesn't dare?"

"Why don't you dare, but since it's a bet, you can't just write one poem, it's better to limit it to three, Xiaoyaohou can agree?" Lu Qinghong stared at Li Muyun, and put forward his own conditions.

From Lu Qinghong's point of view, Li Muyun must be somewhat sure if he wants to bet against him. If he only bet on one poem, if that guy prepares in advance, he may suffer a loss. After all, there is only one chance. If he loses But the face is not very good-looking.

That's why he proposed to bet on three poems, thinking that if he bet on three poems, he could win once or twice.

This is all due to his own and others' considerations. Just imagine that this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair was sent out by Wang Weiyi one month in advance. As long as it is a scheming person, it will definitely be prepared before then. For example, he himself prepared Three poems, one better and two worse.

And the reason why he thought he would win once or twice was because he thought of the allusion of Tian Ji's horse racing, and planned to listen to Li Muyun's first poem first, and then choose one of his three poems to bet against.

If Li Muyun's first poem is better than all his poems, then admit defeat once, and after the second poem that is worse, you can bet with him with the best one, so that you can win. a tie.

As for the third song, I don't care, anyway, I have two chances, I believe that I can take advantage of it no matter if I do mental calculations or not.

But he is 'smart' and other people are not fools. After hearing his conditions, Wang Weiyi looked at him meaningfully, but he didn't say much, but he began to despise his character in his heart.

Everyone is a member of a family, this kind of careful thinking and tricks can't be hidden from people's "peer eyes".

After Yu Zhining listened to Lu Qinghong's conditions, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes swept across Li Muyun's face, seeing that he didn't notice anything unusual about him, he slowly let go of his heart.

He believes that his student is not the kind of stupid upstart, if he is not sure enough, he will not agree to this condition, so don't look at what he has said now, but it does not mean that he will agree to it immediately.

Then there is that girl Su Wanqing, as the so-called caring makes chaos, Su girl's heart has long been tied to Li Muyun's body, seeing that Lu Qinghong has been forcing his sweetheart to make poems, this girl wished she could punch him head.

But she can only think about this kind of thing at most, not to mention the status of Lu Qinghong's court order official, even if he is not an official, it is indeed not a good place to kill in such a large crowd.

So when Su Yatou heard that Lu Qinghong proposed to make a total of three poems, she nervously tugged at the corner of Li Muyun's clothes, signaling him not to be impulsive, and don't agree to such a thing if he is not sure.

The last one is Wang Qing, this guy is about the same age as Li Muyun, 19 years old is the time of rebellion, and he had some prejudices against Li Muyun at the beginning.However, when Lu Qinghong pressed him repeatedly, because he was all from Shuozhou, he had the idea of ​​fighting against the enemy, and he unconsciously felt that he was on the side of Comrade Xiao Li again.

However, as the saying goes, some families are happy and some are sad. Compared with Li Muyun's worries, those students and literati from Xizhou began to cheer Lu Qinghong loudly, and at the same time booed Li Muyun contemptuously.

But no matter what, before Li Muyun spoke, no matter what other people thought, it was a waste of time, and at this time, other people had no way to intervene and could only watch quietly.

Facts have proved that Li Muyun is indeed the kind of person who would rather be beaten to death than be scared. Just when Su Wanqing, Wang Qing and other young people were worried that he would be impulsive, this guy suddenly showed a big With a smile, he stretched out his right hand and raised it in the air: "A word from a gentleman!"

"It's hard to chase a horse!"

With a "snap", Lu Qinghong also raised his right hand to meet Li Muyun's right palm.

It's over!Wang Qing, who hid aside to watch the excitement, and the Shuozhou students scattered around the main seat all wailed in their hearts.

In their minds, Lu Qinghong is a veteran scholar after all, and Li Muyun, no matter how good he is, can't compare with him, so this time the Shuozhou side may lose in this bet.

And just when almost everyone looked down on Mu Yun, Su Wanqing came to Li Muyun's side and whispered, "Brother Mu Yun, come on! Defeat him!"

"Don't worry, it's just a clown. You go and sit with the teacher first, and see how I can beat him later." Li Muyun turned his head, looked at Su Wanqing, and arranged her by Yu Zhining's side.

Lu Qinghong was standing opposite to Li Muyun, he naturally heard the words 'jumping clown', but he didn't care too much because he thought he knew it well, and said with a cold smile: "Xiaoyaohou, can we start now?"

"What? Are you so sure of winning?" Li Muyun looked at Su Wanqing standing next to Yu Zhining, and then at the twelve large carriages parked there in the distance, before turning his head and asking with some disdain.

"The bet was proposed by you, Lord Hou. Naturally, you came first to compose this poem, but it's not that Lu wants to take advantage of you!" Lu Qinghong made a helpless gesture with a smile of a successful plot on his face.

"Succeed, since you Lu Shijun dared to die, Li will just bury you!" Li Muyun really couldn't understand Lu Qinghong's villainous face, and finally sneered at him with evil words.

Lu Qinghong didn't speak, just curled his lips, made a gesture of please, then walked back to his seat and sat down.

Now, Li Muyun was the only one standing proudly above the main seat, and all eyes below were on him.

It has to be said that Lu Qinghong really calculated everything to the bottom of his heart, and even used the trick of psychological pressure.

But what he didn't know was that for a person who only needed to recite poems, this kind of attention ceremony that only had a few hundred people could not regret Li Muyun's thick nerves.

He coughed tepidly, picked up the wine cup that had just been put down from the table, took a few steps away from the main seat, then looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and chanted loudly: "The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, the vast sea of ​​clouds between."

"Okay! What a bright moon out of the Tianshan Mountains, what a vast sea of ​​clouds! It's majestic and majestic. With this sentence, it's a must!" Lao Yu, who was a little nervous, just heard this sentence, and immediately clapped his hands and cheered.

These ten simple words are many times stronger than the "Linjiang Immortal" some time ago. In Yu Zhining's opinion, the first match of this sentence has already been won. The only difference is to look at Li Muyun. How to answer the second sentence of .

After all, the first sentence of "Bright moon, Tianshan, and vast sea of ​​clouds" has already raised the poetry to the extreme. If the next sentence is not answered well, I am afraid that it will lose points immediately.

With Yu Zhining's loud praise, Lu Qinghong's face turned slightly pale. As a scholar, he still has some appreciation ability, and he also knows that with just this first sentence, Li Muyun can already stand firm Compared with the three poems he prepared, he can only be reduced to a family of "jingle rhymes".

Li Muyun naturally saw Lu Qinghong's expression in his eyes, but he didn't take the opportunity to ridicule him, but continued to recite: "The wind blows tens of thousands of miles, blowing across the Yumen Pass."

It was connected, it was really connected, Yu Zhining no longer had the excitement when he just shouted hello, but was a little nervous, impatient to know what Li Muyun would write later, it seemed like he was waiting for an update Melon masses.

Although Su Wanqing didn't know how to compose poems, she was deeply attracted by the song "Guan Shanyue" copied by her sweetheart, and completely forgot about Lu Qinghong.

And then, without pausing, Li Muyun uttered the following four sentences in one breath:
Han went down Baideng Road and looked at Qinghai Bay.

Originated from the battlefield, no one returned.

The hostess looked at his side, thinking how bitter he was.

High-rise buildings this night, sighing is not free.

A poetic fairy Li Bai's "Guanshanyue" was slowly recited from Li Muyun's mouth, expressing the thoughts and emotions of the soldiers who went to the expedition. The poems listened to made everyone silent, and the thought of being stationed at Yumen Pass at this time involuntarily appeared in his mind. Those Tang soldiers in the border town looked at the bright moon in the sky, missed their relatives in their hometown, and sighed one after another.

than what?What's more exciting than this?After a while, everyone turned their eyes to Lu Qinghong, but there was a look of pity in those eyes.

(End of this chapter)