. . .
"Hmm~ Where am I?"
Yang Si opened his eyes and was still a little confused.
"Write quickly, Yang Si, you can't write it, right?"
"Hahaha, who doesn't know that you, Yang Jia Si Lang, are the father of a tiger and the son of a dog?
"Yes, as long as you admit today that you are a waste, you don't have to write."
"Yes! There's no need for a martial arts competition later, so you don't get a beating."
Yang Si, who had not yet recovered, heard such sounds coming into his ears.
what's the situation? I didn't just come home after working overtime until twelve o'clock, open the game, and prepare to play.
As soon as I got home, I was lying on the sofa at home, turned on my phone and created a character in the new game area. I felt a sharp pain in my heart, all my strength was taken away, and then I lost consciousness after my phone hit my face.
Suddenly, huge memories poured in like a tide. Yang Si felt his head felt dizzy and couldn't help but fall back.
"Hey, hey, don't pretend to be dead."
The person behind him helped Yang Si.
After accepting those memories, Yang Si also came to his senses and knew the specific situation.
Did he suddenly die and travel through time?
My current identity is that of the mainland of China, the heterosexual prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, the fourth grandson of King Pingxi, one of the generals who Zhenguo, and the fourth son of General Zhenxi, also named Yang Si.
The Yang family of Daxia is a general family and is in charge of the western border of Daxia.
Among the five new generations of the Yang family, Yang Si was the least promising. He was diagnosed with a body that was born from leakage, and there was no hope of practicing martial arts in his life.
He could only study literature, but how could Yang Si, who was born as a general, be good at literature? Instead, he was good at martial arts.
In addition, the Kingdom of Daxia is surrounded by enemies, and the people of Daxia admire both literature and martial arts, and those who are both civilized and martial are the most admired.
It's a pity that he was born with a leaky body. His family wanted him to study literature, and there was no systematic way to teach Yang Si to learn martial arts. Apart from some tricks, he basically didn't know anything.
Not only that, Yang Si was pushed out of his family to participate in a poetry gathering in Xixiang City, where he was made fun of as the father of a tiger and the son of a dog.
Yang Si, who was young and energetic, was naturally angry and boasted that he was both civil and military.
Wei Song, the son of the governor of Xixiang City, laughed at him.
Yang Si, who was ridiculed, became even more angry and contradicted him.
So, I don’t know who suggested that this was originally a poetry meeting, so let’s just compete in literary and martial arts.
Compare with literature first, then fight with force!
The theme of this poetry meeting is that the enemy countries in the western border of Daxia are a little restless, and there is a high probability that war will break out again.
Then let Yang Si and Wei Song write a frontier poem each, and whoever writes the best will win.
The martial arts competition between Yang Si and Wei Songwen attracted the attention of the entire poetry club.
At this poetry meeting, basically the entire young generation of Xixiang City was present, including some female relatives.
If you make a fool of yourself here, it's basically equivalent to social death.
Wei Song wrote a superb frontier fortress poem on the spot.
Who doesn't know who is present? Although Wei Song is a bit literary, he can never write a poem of this level.
I guess I bought it in advance to show off at the poetry festival.
But no one could expose it, so there was no need to offend the son of the governor of Xixiang City for no reason.
Yang Si, who originally came here with the intention of making soy sauce, did not prepare in advance. After Wei Song finished writing, the rice paper in front of Yang Si was still blank.
The people around him were still urging frantically, but Yang Si couldn't write it out. He was so angry that he couldn't catch his breath and there was no one left.
Actually got so angry?
Yang Si was stunned for a while.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't pretend to be dead. Write quickly. If you can't write it, then admit defeat and admit that you are a waste."
"Yes, write quickly."
Yang Si raised his head, with a strange look on his face. This world was not the original world, and naturally there were no such things as the Poet Immortal Taibai and the Poet Saint Du Fu in the original world.
As for frontier poems, I can’t write them, but I can copy them.
As the saying goes, if you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid of traveling all over the world.
But Yang Si is a liberal arts student and is really not good at mathematics, physics and chemistry. However, as a representative of the Chinese language class in his student days, he has more than 300 poems in his mind.
"Who says I can't write it?" Yang Si spoke confidently.
"Then you should write." A person next to me urged.
"Why urge? Let me brew it for a while." Yang Si began to search for suitable frontier poems in his memory.
After all, this happened when I was a student. Although I knew these poems by heart at the time, I have forgotten most of them now.
But after all, the memory is deep, and I can still recall it if I think about it carefully.
Ever since, Yang Si still held the brush, frowning and thinking.
The people around him had begun to laugh.
Obviously, Yang Si couldn't write like this.
On the opposite side, Wei Song looked at Yang Si arrogantly: "Admit defeat, even if you write it, do you think you can still beat my poem?"
Got it! It’s you!
At this time, Yang Si's brows relaxed and he started writing.
Fortunately, the original owner of the calligraphy had practiced it, and although it didn't look good, he could still read it.
Swish~
Yang Si was writing, but the sarcasm and ridicule around him did not stop. Only a few people noticed that Yang Si was writing.
"Yes, what kind of literary talent can he have?"
"Even if I write it down, I don't know what nonsense it is."
People around him were still mocking, but Yang Si had finished writing and called it a day.
"Alas~" Yang Si looked at the pen and ink on the rice paper and said for a while.
In the end, I had no choice but to become a copycat as soon as I traveled through time.
"I've written it."
Yang Si spoke.
There were still people around who were talking and mocking, but suddenly there was silence.
Around Yang Si, there were already people who couldn't wait to look at it and recited it at the same time.
Xixiang Ci
The luminous cup of grape wine reminds me immediately if I want to drink the pipa.
Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times.
The flowers and birds in the Qin Dynasty have already responded, and the wind and sand outside the Great Wall are still cold.
Listening to Hujia folding willow trees at night reminds people of Chang'an.
The original name was Liangzhou Ci, written by Wang Han, a poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Yang Si changed it to Xixiang Ci to suit the situation. After all, this is Xixiang City.
As for Chang'an in the last sentence, it happens that the royal city of Daxia is also called Chang'an.
After all, the meaning of this name is indeed good. Chang'an, Chang'an, long-term peace and stability, it is normal for the name to be used as a royal capital.
Quiet.
Deathly silence.
The luminous cup of grape wine reminds me immediately if I want to drink the pipa.
Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times.
These few sentences alone can outshine Wei Song's frontier fortress poem.
Grape wine, luminous cup, the people present at their poetry meeting are not ordinary people, and there will naturally be no shortage of relatively luxurious food, drink, and food. This sentence is particularly suitable for the occasion.
In the poetry meeting, in addition to Yang Si, there were also many younger generations who were born in generals. They all had elders and relatives who died on the battlefield.
I am also quite touched by the sentence "How many people have fought in ancient times".
"This is impossible, how could you write such a poem." Wei Song looked in disbelief.
"You definitely copied this!" Wei Song kept shouting.
"Yes, did he really write a poem of this level?"
"I don't believe it anyway."
There was also a lot of discussion around.
"Who did I copy? Have you seen this poem before?" Yang Si grinned.
"Are you willing to let others copy a poem of this level?" Yang Si looked around.
Hearing this, everyone was silent.
Yes, if I had written a poem of this level, I would have promoted it everywhere. After all, this is a good poem that can be passed down through the ages.
“The first thing I wrote was naturally what I wrote.”
Yang Si didn't panic at all: "As long as you can write a song better than this one, otherwise do you think I will win?"
Hearing this, Wei Song was speechless. He went to heaven to get a better poem than this one. The last one he bought from a scholar at a huge price.
I wanted to show off in this poetry club, but now I have become Yang Si's foil.
"Okay, even if you win Wenbi, then let's fight!!"
Wei Song's face was gloomy. He decided to fight later. He must teach Yang Si a profound lesson!
Originally, he just wanted to beat up Yang Si and make him look embarrassed.
However, now he decided to take a drastic step and make Yang Si lie in bed for at least ten days and a half.
Even if Yang Si has a terrible background, the worst he can do for a junior is to be reprimanded.
Hearing this, Yang Si's heart skipped a beat. The poems were good, he could be a copywriter.
But what kind of martial arts does he know in the competition? If he doesn't admit defeat, he will really get beaten.
Moreover, looking at Wei Song's appearance, the attack must not be easy.
As the son of the governor of Xixiang, Wei Song was more or less capable in both civil and military affairs.
"Who dares to bully my fourth brother!"
At this moment, a tall "strong man" suddenly broke into the poetry meeting.
"Why is this barbarian here?"
"Holy shit, Yang Hu."
"Hehe, Wei Song is miserable."
. . .
The person coming was none other than Yang Si’s younger brother, Yang Hu! Yang Jiagoro!
Although Yang Hu is tall and tall, Yang Hu is actually two years younger than Yang Si and is only fifteen this year.
Yang Hu, as the name suggests, is not an ordinary tiger, but Yang Hu is born with divine power.
Compared with Yang Si, who has a body of leakage, Yang Hu is a martial arts genius, and with his strange strength, ordinary people are no match for him.
It turned out that some people who were close to the Yang family at the poetry meeting saw that Yang Si was about to be bullied, so they quickly informed Yang Hu.
There's no point in informing the elders. After all, it's not easy for adults to protect the younger ones.
But if Yang Hu really wants to be aggressive, he won't talk to you.
Soon, Yang Hu who came in saw Yang Si in the crowd, his eyes lit up, he pushed aside the people in front of him like a chicken, and came directly in front of Yang Si.
"Fourth brother, if anyone bullies you, tell me, I will beat him up!" Yang Hu yelled with a loud voice.
Normally, the elder brother protects the younger brother, but Yang Si has a natural body and has been relatively thin since he was a child.
Yang Hu has completely inherited the genes of the Yang family. He is tall and strong. His mother has been whispering in his ears since he was a child. Your fourth brother is weak and you should protect your fourth brother from now on.
Yang Si couldn't help but look at Wei Song.
Following Yang Si's gaze, Yang Hu immediately locked onto Wei Song.
Brush ~
Those who were close to Wei Song when Yang Hu bullied him quickly moved away in fear.
"Are you bullying my fourth brother?" Yang Hu stared at Wei Song with his round eyes.
Wei Song couldn't help but take a step back and swallowed: "I didn't bully him. He agreed to compete with me in martial arts."
"Wen beat Yang Si, why did I bully him?" Wei Song said aggrievedly.
"Huh? My fourth brother won?" Yang Hu was a little confused, and then scratched his head honestly.
"No, Wen is better than my fourth brother. What about martial arts? You all know that my fourth brother can't practice martial arts, and you still have to fight with him. Aren't you bullying others?"
Yang Hu suddenly reacted.
Then, Yang Hu clenched his fist and said, "Come on, I will fight with you."
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