I am a corrupt official, but they say I am a loyal minister!

On the Dayan side, the first person to appear was Tang Yong, the champion.

In the past two days, Dayan's team had suffered successive defeats, their morale was greatly reduced, and their mood was low. Therefore, they could only send Tang Yong, the most emotionally stable and talented person, to boost everyone's morale.

On the Dawu side, Liao Rumin appears.

The opponent is more talented in poetry and poetry, so he goes on stage first, hoping to get off to a good start.

After two days of fighting, the two sides became more familiar with each other. Without saying much, they all faced the Empress with their heads held high, waiting for the Empress to ask questions.

A box filled with questions was brought to the empress.

The empress stretched out her hand, preparing to draw a question.

At this time, Lin Beifan's fingers lightly hooked, and a small gust of wind passed by the empress, blowing out a piece of paper with the title written on it, and fell into the empress' hand.

The empress didn't think much and took it out directly.

Open it and see:"Bamboo!"

The referee immediately announced loudly:"Poetry Question 1 - Bamboo! Representatives from both sides are asked to write poems and songs about bamboo within the time of one stick of incense, and then hand it to the scene. Hundreds of officials judge the good and bad!"

This question is not difficult.

Bamboo has always been a plant favored by literati.

They liked the loyalty and unyieldingness of bamboo, were impressed by its majestic integrity, and left countless poems praising bamboo.

Nowadays, talented scholars will write one or two poems about bamboo when they have nothing to do, which is arty and elegant.

Tang Yong, the representative of Dayan, smiled confidently.

Because, regarding this topic, he was prepared.

He wrote many poems about bamboo, including one masterpiece.

Once you take it out, it will surely amaze everyone!

We will definitely win this round!

However, Liao Yongmin, the representative of the Dawu side, was ecstatic in his heart.

He also prepared a poem about bamboo.

Moreover, this poem was revised by Lord Jijiu, which raised the overall level of the poem to more than one level, achieving the effect of a poem handed down from generation to generation!

He believes that if he takes it out, it will definitely shock the whole audience!

Ha ha!

God helps me!

I will definitely win this round!

Today is the day when I, Liao Rumin, will become famous!

The two sides looked at each other and showed a very confident smile.

At this time, the referee lit a stick of incense and said loudly:"The timer starts!"

"Brother Tang, please!"

"Brother Liao also invites you!"

The two parties came to the desk, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and started writing quickly.

This scene attracted everyone's attention, and everyone started whispering.

"Both parties started writing very quickly, it seems they were well prepared!"

"It should be like this. This question is not difficult. It just depends on whose poetry is better!"

"Poems about bamboo have become popular, now it’s time to see who can write something new and meaningful!"

"This is a very good test!"

……

Great inflammation.

Ding Shaojie, the scout, held up his hands and said with a smile:"Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations, Your Highness!"

"Where does joy come from? The third prince was puzzled.

Ding Shaojie smiled:"I was lucky enough to read Brother Tang's poetry collection!" Among them is a poem about bamboo, which describes the loyalty and unyielding nature of bamboo, reaching the level of ruling a country! As long as Brother Tang comes up with this poem, we have a good chance of winning!"

"Ha ha! So that’s the case, that’s a good thing!"The third prince laughed

"The only one who needs to worry now is Lin Beifan!"Ding Shaojie frowned, his heart full of fear:"The other party's talent and learning are rare in my life! In terms of poetry and poetry, he has unparalleled talent! How many poems have been written, all of which have reached the level of being handed down from generation to generation! Just afraid of him……"

The third prince smiled mysteriously. he?

No need to worry at all!

He has already received money from me and will definitely give in to the competition.

Writing poems and lyrics is a test of ability. If you know how to do it, you will know it, and if you don’t know how to do it, there will be no accidents at all.

Therefore, we will definitely win!

"I feel it, we will definitely win this round!"The third prince said with great confidence.

Everyone was shocked:"Your Highness, why did you say this?"

"Just look down quietly!"The third prince smiled mysteriously.

At this time, Tang Yong had already written out his poem, which was a five-character quatrain.

Everyone read it and all praised it.

"What a poem! This poem is so wonderfully written, describing the loyalty and tenacity of bamboo!"

"It has definitely reached the level of the country!"

"Not surprisingly, Tang Yong should have won this round!"

"He is worthy of being the champion!"

……

Tang Yong was proud of himself, and Dayan was beaming with joy, as if he already had a chance to win.

At this time, Liao Rumin from Dawu also finished writing and took a look

"Brother Liao, how is my poem written? Does it still appeal to you?"Tang Yong said with a hint of showoff.

Liao Rumin smiled lightly:"The writing is indeed good, and he deserves to be the number one scholar!"

Tang Yong suddenly became unhappy!

You said it so lightly. Could it be that your writing is better than mine?

He had already inquired before. Liao Yongmin was indeed very talented, but he was far behind compared with them. If he came to the university Yan took the imperial examination and barely entered the ranks of the second-class Jinshi.

What right did a second-class Jinshi have to look down on their poems?

"Then please brother Liao, show your poems for everyone to take a look!"Tang Yong said with a smile.

Liao Rumin showed off his poems very confidently and shouted loudly:"This is a poem written by a student, called"Bamboo and Stone"! Your Majesty, please take a look!"

Everyone took a closer look and was immediately amazed.

I saw what was written on the paper:

Don't let go of the green mountains, and the roots are still in the broken rocks! It has been strong despite countless hardships, regardless of the east, west, north or south wind!

……

"What a poem!!!"

"Just one word made me see the tenacity and perseverance of bamboo!"

"The whole poem seems to make me see an old bamboo firmly rooted in the rock! Not afraid of the strong winds from the southeast, northwest, or any hardships, standing tall, upright, unyielding, and maverick!"

"This poem describes the tenacity and persistence of bamboo! I have read a lot of poems about bamboo, but this one is the most penetrating, vivid and vivid, and I like it the most. It suddenly dawned on me!"

"This poem... has definitely reached the level of being handed down from generation to generation!"

……

The attendees are all the top contemporary scholars who like to recite poetry and compose poems and have the most powerful ability to appreciate poetry.

Now, I have witnessed a poem that has been handed down from generation to generation, and it comes from their Dawu side, so I am even more excited, and all kinds of beautiful words have been passed on.

"Thank you for the compliments, adults. I am so proud of the students!"Liao Rumin said modestly.

However, he was already happy in his heart!

Tang Yong, the No. 1 scholar, looked at this scene in despair:"How... is this possible?"

I had already taken out the poems at the bottom of the box and reached the level of the country. I thought I had won.

But the other party came up with a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation and turned his country-building work into rubbish in seconds!

Life is full of ups and downs, too. It was so exciting!

The expressions on Dayan's side suddenly turned ugly, as if his parents had died.

Especially His Highness the Third Prince, whose expression was the ugliest.

He had already praised Haikou and thought that he would win this game, but Lin Beifan didn't. When he came out, one of the opponent's minions had already defeated their champion!

What a slap in the face!

Tang Yong opened his mouth:"Brother Liao, is this really a poem written by you?"

Liao Rumin blushed a little.

The original version of this poem is correct.It was written by him.

It was only later that Jijiu read it and drastically changed the poem, so it achieved the current effect.

Liao Rumin's eyes secretly turned to Lin Beifan, but she saw Lin Beifan shaking his head.

Knowing Lin Beifan's intentions, he said confidently:"Of course I did this. Would you give up such a masterpiece to others?"

Tang Yong shook his head inwardly.

For scholars, this masterpiece handed down from ancient times is like the peerless martial arts in the hands of Jianghu people.

Who is willing to hand it over to help others?

The referee smiled lightly and said:"Writing poems and lyrics requires inspiration! Any scholar has a bright moment, and sometimes a flash of inspiration can write a masterpiece that will be handed down for generations. It's not surprising! Just like our Lord Jijiu, Talented and rich in inspiration, he often recited masterpieces for the world to watch!"

"That's right! Lord Jijiu is such a talented person, he can write poems and lyrics at his fingertips, so he is praised as a fairy in heaven! Because only immortals have such amazing talents! The students were far behind him, their talents were less than one ten thousandth of his!"Liao Rumin immediately started boasting, and the flattery came pouring in.

Lin Beifan was very impressed by this.

This guy is sensible and did not help in vain!

Tang Yong also knew this situation, but he could not accept his failure.

After the final vote, Liao Rumin was not surprised. won.

Tang Yong walked down in despair, with a bitter taste in his mouth:"Your Highness, and everyone, I'm sorry! Let you down!"

"Tang Yong, you have performed well, the defeat is not yours! Who would have thought that Liao Rumin could come up with a poem that has been handed down from generation to generation? It can only be said that you are unlucky, but you are proud to be defeated!"The third prince advised

"Thank you for your comfort, Your Highness!"Tang Yong handed over

"Next, leave it to us! The third prince said anxiously:"Do you still have poems about bamboo in your hands?" Now is not the time to cherish your broom, take it out quickly!"

Everyone looked at each other, smiled bitterly and shook their heads.

"Your Highness, no!"

"Your Highness, I have an article, but it is far inferior to Liao Rumin's"Bamboo and Stone"》！"

"Your Highness, I really can’t handle the poem in my hand!"

……

The third prince became even more anxious and urged:"Since there is no such thing, then think about it quickly! Try your best to think about it! Although this is the first game of poetry and poetry, once we lose, it means that Wen Dou has lost! How can we explain to His Majesty and the people after we go back?"

Representatives from Dayan's side were about to cry.

"But Your Highness, how can it be so easy to come up with poems handed down from ancient times?"

"I'm scratching my head and can't think of one!"

"We really have no choice!"

……

The third prince shouted:"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and think!"