This villain is very cautious

Chapter 14

"Brother Bin! I have a song."

There was a flash of inspiration in Zhou Yurou's eyes, and she also got something.

"Yurouhui has a blue heart, is ice-snow smart, and if she wins the top spot, it will be a good story!"

A gentle smile appeared on Tang Bin's face, and he patted her head lovingly.

"Brother Bin, you are making fun of me again."

Zhou Yurou gave him a light hammer, took a step forward, saluted to the great Confucianists on the judging platform, and then saluted to Hua Jieyu: "I take flowers as the topic."

After a poem came down, all the talented scholars applauded for a while.

The great Confucians on the judging platform closed their eyes to appreciate the artistic conception, and their faces showed satisfaction.

"The girl from the Zhou family was originally a well-known talented woman. Now that she has experienced a big change, she has a new understanding of emotions, and her poems have become fuller."

A great scholar stroked his beard and squinted his eyes, as if he was comprehending the meaning of the words.

"It's a pity that she is a woman, otherwise the old man would like to take her as a disciple and train her well."

"Let's introduce her to ** later, she should like this kind of talent very much."

"As far as the present is concerned, Miss Zhou's poem should be number one."

"I don't know if Tang Bin's work can overwhelm him."

"Don't forget, what the saint asks for is poetry, not words."

"Oh?"

After such a reminder, everyone reacted.

They all took a deep look at Zhou Yurou.

This woman still knows how to advance and retreat.

By writing such a good song, you don't have to worry about overwhelming Tang Bin's limelight, but you also showed your talent and gained your fame.

At the same time, it can also win Tang Bin's favor.

It can be said to serve multiple purposes.

"It's just a crooked word! As for boasting like this? I get goosebumps when I hear it. Are you all licking dogs?"

Wang Yu curled his lips and said in disdain.

"What did you say?"

Originally, everyone was going to forget about this guy, but he didn't expect this guy to jump out by himself.

"Oh, no education, it's terrible! Although the Marquis of Xuanwei took the path of martial arts, Wang Yu has completed twelve years of schooling, right? It's sad that he can't even tell the good from the bad. What a shame!"

A great scholar let out a long sigh.

The rest of the Confucian scholars also shook their heads.

They have natural hostility towards Wang Yu who comes from a martial arts family.

"Since Yu Shizi said that Miss Zhou's words were not good, then Yu Shizi must have made better ones? Why don't you show them and let everyone appreciate them?"

A talented man ran on.

"That's right! The Marquis of Xuanwei is a great man of the generation, a great general of martial arts. Although Yu Shizi can't do martial arts, he must have a very good literary talent. Hurry up, read out your poems, and let us all see and see."

Seeing that Wang Yu was silent.

All the talents are more energetic.

"Why? Yu Shizi can't even compose a poem, can he?"

"No way? How about I give you a song?"

"You're just joking, there are so many Nanako around Yu Shizi, how can I use you and me?"

The melon eaters also looked at Wang Yu with smiles on their faces.

It was also a pleasure for them to see Jiaofangsi Xiaobawang deflated in Jiaofangsi.

Let's see if this guy has the face to come to the Jiaofang Division to snatch girls from them.

"Brother Yu, why don't we slip away?"

Chen Feng suggested in a low voice.

Even with his thick skin, he couldn't stay any longer.

With no poems in hand, I have no confidence to argue!

Wang Yu drank a glass of wine and said lightly, "I'm afraid that if I write poetry, you will no longer have the courage to write poetry, and this good show will end early."

"Ok?"

All the talented scholars were taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

Even the great Confucianists couldn't help but smile.

Marquis Xuanwei was invincible in battle and invincible in attack. If it is compared to the art of war, perhaps Wang Yu, who has a long history of family education, can crush everyone.

But for a dude from a family of military generals to compare himself to others and say such big words, it's really a bit ridiculous.

"Hehehehe, I never thought that Yu Shizi would be so confident in his literary talent."

A wit wiped away tears:

"Since that's the case, please ask Shizi Yu to read it out, so that I can see what kind of masterpiece it is, so that I can't wait to write poetry."

Wang Yu stood up unsteadily and burped.

"Since you strongly request, then this son will come up with a song."

The scene immediately fell silent.

All eyes fell on Wang Yu, his eyes full of anticipation.

Of course, this is not to expect him to come up with some great lines, but to see what ridiculous crooked poems he can come up with and how much they can make them happy.

Wang Yu picked up the jug on the table, took a few sips, took a long breath, waved his hand, and recited aloud:

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning."

"hiss----"

Just this one sentence made everyone stand there in a daze.

Several great Confucian scholars even felt as if they had been struck by lightning, their eyes were rounded, their whole bodies were shaken violently, and they only felt their scalps go numb.

Even servants who have not completed twelve years of compulsory education are still infected by this line of poetry, and images appear in their minds.

The Tianhe River is tilted and the waves are rolling.

Some people who couldn't stop the majestic momentum even knelt on the ground with a plop.

Then, Wang Yu's expression became a little lamented, and his tone turned low:
"You can't see, Gaotang Mingjing is sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow."

The great Confucians stood up collectively.

They pressed their hands on the judging stage, their eyes were wide open, and they stared at Wang Yu who was dancing sword on the stage, their eyes were full of disbelief.

As if seeing a ghost, he closed his eyes and carefully understood the meaning.

Several people felt the same way and shed tears.

There was a deathly silence at the scene, and the great Confucians clenched their fists and pricked up their ears.

For fear of missing a word.

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

Wang Yu opened his arms, his voice was like a bell, and his momentum was like a rainbow: "I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone."

Chen Feng and the others had goosebumps all over their bodies, and they felt their blood churning, and they had the urge to howl to the sky.

They were only shocked by the first two sentences, but the latter two sentences resonated extremely strongly in their hearts.

Do not!
Not just them.

All the sons and brothers present felt their blood boil.

He chanted these two lines of poetry over and over in his mouth.

good poem!Even if they don't have much literary talent, it doesn't prevent them from appreciating this poem.

Is this made for them?

All the great Confucians opened their mouths wide, unable to close them for a long time.

It feels like my soul is going out of my body.

A good sentence through the ages, this is a good sentence through the ages!

The people who eat melons are also completely stupid.

Even Hua Jieyu, with beautiful eyes, looked at Wang Yu for the first time.

This poem is unprecedented.

I'm afraid there will be no one coming later.

I can't understand, how could this Wang Yu write such a poem?
Plagiarized?

However, if such a beautiful sentence from the ages had existed before, it would have already spread to the world.

"How is it, Your Highness Saintess, can my poem still catch your ears?"

Wang Yu looked at Hua Jieyu and said with a faint smile.

Hua Jieyu bowed and bowed: "Shizi Yu is a great talent! Xie Yu admires him."

No matter how much she favors Tang Bin, she can't open her eyes and talk nonsense!

And even if you say it, it's useless.

Those great Confucians were about to kneel down to Wang Yu.

"Hahahaha~~"

Wang Yu raised his head and laughed loudly, then turned to look at Tang Bin:

"Tang geniuses are both excellent in poetry and painting, and the poems they get must be far better than me, a dude, please."

Tang Bin clenched his fists, his face was cloudy and uncertain, he gritted his teeth and didn't dare to say anything.

　Is this really awkward?I originally wrote a poem about dancing swords, but I thought the imagery was not bad, but I was also criticized by some people, so I changed it, but it was still awkward, because this is a foreshadowing plot, so I chose this poem, and I think the following few sentences It fits the scene pretty well () blame me

　　
　
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