This villain is very cautious

"Miss Xuanxuan, you've already accepted two rounds. Will you just lose the next round?"

Wang Yu looked at Zhao Xuanxuan with playful eyes and a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

The complexions of Wanyan Kang and Ji Ning became extremely ugly.

If they really lose, the price they have to pay will be huge.

Even what they say is unbearable.

They all looked at Tang Bin in unison.

Tang Bin's complexion was a little cloudy.

But he didn't panic too much.

Just very surprised.

How could it be such a coincidence?
Did the two capitals hit the subject?

What kind of shit luck is Wang Yu having?

He gave the three of Ji Ning a reassuring look.

According to the information he has, Wang Yu is currently the most, and he should only have mastered two poems.

Even if there is a third song, it is impossible to hit the theme, right?

And Zhao Xuanxuan didn't give it for nothing.

As long as it's not the eternal song, she should be able to fight.

The eternal masterpiece is not Chinese cabbage.

However, the few people were still a little worried. You must know that Wang Yu still had a free topic.

As long as he can master a poem of the same level, they will lose three to two.

"The third song, I use the theme of war."

Not as much as they think.

Wang Yu picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and began to read the third poem: "Grape Wine Luminous Cup."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone's eyes lit up.

Isn't this describing the current scene?
Could it be that Wang Yu is really improvising poetry?

In just seven words, a grand banquet with colorful colors, dazzling array of beautiful things and the aroma of wine was depicted in their minds.

It's just this sentence, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the battle?

"If you want to drink the pipa, urge it immediately."

With sharp eyes, Wang Yu sang again.

Several great Confucianists trembled all over their bodies.

This sentence means that when everyone was preparing to drink, the band also played the pipa, which added to the cheerful atmosphere.

But the last word "reminder" in this sentence makes people think a little bit.

Is the horn sounding, urging departure?
It means that our soldiers drink alcohol, even if they are urged, drink or drink?
There are some problems here!
Are you provoking imperial power?
Or this character is connected with the previous word "horse", once playing the pipa on the horse, to render a scene of joyful banquet?

Several great Confucian scholars, you look at me, I look at you, they are all a little uncertain.

He could only hold his breath, wait for Wang Yu's next sentence, and then think back and forth before making a judgment.

Wang Yu suddenly let out a long sigh: "Drunk lying on the battlefield Lord Mo Xiao, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

"hiss----"

Several great scholars couldn't help taking a breath.

The doubt between brows became even worse.

They silently recited the poems written by Wang Yu.

Wang Yu's last two sentences, if you follow the poetic meaning of the first two sentences, should be about drinking and persuading at the banquet.

The whole poem seems to be in a feast of joy, and the scene and artistic conception are definitely not where one or two people are sipping and drinking, drowning their sorrows with wine.

The emotions reflected in its bright language and beating rhythm are unrestrained and fanatical; what it shows is an artistic charm of excitement and yearning.

But after careful consideration, it seems to have another meaning.

It seems to be pretending to be a word of booze, but it is extremely sad.

It expresses Wang Yu's grievances against the war, and reveals the tragic fact that there are very few survivors since the beginning of the war. However, the heroic and broad-minded pen expresses a kind of tragic emotion of seeing death as home, which makes people feel through this kind of novel. The seemingly bold and unrestrained mind can see more clearly the sadness and disillusionment deep in the hearts of the soldiers.

Once something is controversial, it is easy to arouse people's desire to explore, and they will subconsciously want to study it thoroughly.

This eternal swan song that has touched countless passionate men has a lot of controversy in itself.

Wang Yu copied this poem to make these old guys lose a few more hairs.

"Hu~~"

I don't know how long it took, some people let out a long breath, and came back to their senses from the artistic conception of the poem.

The way they looked at Wang Yu changed a lot.

Judging from Wang Yu's experience, the second seems to be more suitable for this poem.

He fought all the way, acted resolutely, killed countless people, and was used to too much life and death, so it was normal to be able to write such a poem.

He didn't wait for Zhao Xuanxuan to speak, and didn't give the Confucians a chance to ask questions.

Wang Yu sneered at the corner of his mouth: "The next song, I will use Homesickness as the title!"

This.
Everyone felt a little confused.

These eternal masterpieces seem to be like Chinese cabbage to Wang Yu.

How is this one song after another, without panting at all?
Tang Bin was completely stunned at this moment.

How can it be?

How could Wang Yu recite the third poem?
And it's still such a swan song through the ages?
Fine beads of sweat had already appeared on Zhao Xuanxuan's forehead at this moment.

After such a long time, she also made poems in her heart, but there is a lot of distance between this one and the previous two poems.

This time, she was determined not to admit defeat.

She frowned, and began to think deeply.

I want to make a verse that can be compared with this poem.

But how easy is this?

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground."

When Wang Yu sang these two lines, the great Confucians who were still reminiscing about the previous lines stared wide-eyed.

These two poems are the illusion that the poet had in a moment in the specific environment of being a guest in a foreign country.

A person who is alone in a foreign country, busy during the day, can still dilute the sorrow of parting, but when the night is quiet, waves of missing his hometown will inevitably appear in his heart.

Not to mention a moonlit night, let alone a frosty autumn night.

"This doubtful word is well used!"

A great Confucian could not help but speak:
"It vividly expresses the young master waking up from sleep, mistaking the cold moonlight shining in front of the bed for thick frost on the ground in a trance. And the word "frost" is better used, which not only describes the brightness of the moonlight, It also expresses the coldness of the season, and it also expresses the loneliness and desolation of the young master who is wandering in a foreign country."

Interrupting the chanting is very impolite, even excessive.

Poetry is about inspiration, once the inspiration is interrupted, it is likely to disappear.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on the great Confucian.

This kind of thing, even ordinary people, would not dare to do it casually.

Not to mention a highly respected Confucian.

The Confucianist's complexion changed slightly, and he hurriedly turned to Wang Yu and bowed slightly: "I'm sorry, I can't help myself at the moment, I hope I didn't disturb the young master."

"It's all right!"

Wang Yu smiled and shook his head, but gave him a deep look,
It was as if he wanted to engrave the appearance of this great Confucian in his mind.

Can't help it?

If you believe this kind of deceiving ghost, it won't take long before you become a ghost yourself.