Yelufang walked up to Li Baiyi and said with a sneer: "I thought you had some ability, but I didn't expect you to give up so casually."
"In addition to having no literary talent, you also have no moral character. You don't even have the will to fight to the last moment."
Li Baiyi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Who told you that I didn't persist? Didn't I finish writing the test paper?"
"How about we make a bet. If I get first place this time, how about you become my disciple?"
"This is only good for you. You can learn from my literary talent and regard it as compensation for the misunderstanding last time."
Yelufang gritted his teeth and whispered: "Stop talking nonsense here, you also want to be my master, stop daydreaming here."
Li Baiyi shrugged and said, "Then there's nothing you can do about it. It's because you don't cherish it, but don't tell me that I won't admit it in the future."
A Beiyuan literati sneered and said: "Is this young master?"
Li Baiyi nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, it's me. What do you do for me?"
The other party handed over his hand and said: "Young Master is really a capable person. He came in so late to participate, but actually left the venue in less than a quarter of an hour."
"I think the young master is the reincarnation of Wenquxing, so he will definitely win this time."
Li Baiyi laughed and said, "You are right. Although you are from Beiyuan, you still have a good sense."
Another young talent from Beiyuan also came over, with an even bigger smile on his face.
"Young Master is right. We have been able to tell since he arrived. He is definitely talented in literature."
"If Dakun has a young master, Dakun's literary world will advance a hundred years directly. Our Beiyuan literary world is far inferior."
Li Baiyi was very happy to be praised by the other party. He nodded repeatedly and said: "You Beiyuan people are all talents. It is really late for me and you to meet each other."
"It doesn't matter that I won you this time. After this literary fight is over, you all have to go to our Duke's mansion to have a drink and talk."
"As the saying goes, friendship comes first and competition comes second. It's too late for me and you to meet each other. We want to become brothers of the opposite sex."
After hearing this, all the Beiyuan scholars couldn't help but smile and shake their heads. They all couldn't stand it anymore.
This idiot can't even hear this. Which one of them really praises him?
The young talents at Dakun couldn't bear it anymore and came over one after another.
Song Wen pointed at Li Baiyi and said speechlessly: "What are you dreaming about here?"
"Shizi Beiyuan is mocking you. You really think you have a lot of weight."
Huo Tian also came over, shook his head and said, "With your performance today, although you won't get first place, it shouldn't be difficult to get first place from the bottom."
Guo Mingwen shook his feather fan and said: "Although the question this time is not difficult, even I don't have the confidence to get first place."
"Those Beiyuan scholars are all so strong. It's okay that our Dakun literary world is not as good as them. You kid is still holding us back here."
"This time, I'm afraid that our Dakun literary world will really be laughed at by other countries."
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"Everyone, the result of this civil war between the two countries has come out."
Liu Yuan, the leader of the Beiyuan Mission, said with a smile.
"The poem that won first place is called Marching to the Army."
"The snow-capped mountains are covered by long clouds in Qinghai, and the lonely city looks into the Yumen Pass in the distance. The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken."
"In addition to this poem, the author also added a poem at the end, which has nothing to do with this literary struggle, but is also very exciting, called Da Feng Song."
"The strong wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, the Weijia sea is coming home, and the warriors are safe and guarding the four directions."
"The second question is to write a poem to express the pursuit of ideals."
"The first place has also been announced, Die Lianhua."
"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy."
"In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, I can't say who would lean on the fence."
"I want to get drunk with the madness, and sing to the wine, and the strong music is still tasteless."
"The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard for my comfort."
A poem, a word, a completely different style, but it shocked everyone present.
"This first poem tells the story of a general who inspired to conquer the enemy's country in order to repay his kindness."
"Although it only has twenty-eight words, it is very concise. It is truly a masterpiece through the ages."
"Although the second poem only has three short sentences, it depicts the story of an emperor who seized the opportunity to achieve hegemony in a turbulent time, with a higher artistic conception."
"This handwriting is even more beautiful, especially the last two sentences, which depict that the author has no regrets even if he worked hard to achieve his ideal."
Everyone gradually came back to their senses, and the more they tasted it, the more they felt that one of these two poems deserved to win the first place.
Finally, someone asked the question in everyone's mind.
"Which one of the two poems was written by whoever was there?"
Everyone looked at the scholars on the stage, their eyes shining with blazing light.
"Of course I wrote it. I have already said that the first place must be mine."
Li Baiyi walked onto the ring and said to everyone with a stern look.
Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.
"You are the only one who has the ability to write such good poems? Stop being ridiculous."
"You should go home and eat some more roujiamo. You are such a rice-making machine. You really think you are a genius."
Yelufang shook his head and said with a sneer: "Such majestic poems and lyrics must be written by us Northern Yuan literati."
"The victory has been decided. Your Dakun literary world has been defeated, completely defeated."
Hearing this, everyone in Dakun couldn't help but lower their heads slightly, as if they had been defeated.
Upon hearing this, Li Baiyi immediately slapped his thigh: "If you don't believe it, you can open the name and take a look. If I write it, will you slap yourself in the face?"
Liu Yuan, the head of the Bei Yuan mission and also the head of the Bei Yuan literary circle, said with a smile: "I also think it's time to open up the name."
"Since the young master is so anxious, then naturally we in Beiyuan have nothing to say."
Then someone came forward, ready to open the name.
"Wait a minute, at such an important moment, His Majesty Da Kun should come and reveal the answer, otherwise some people will question the fairness of this literary fight."
Liu Yuan looked at Wang Xuanfeng and said with a smile.
Wang Xuanfeng clenched his fists, then unclenched them, stood up and said.
"That makes sense, then I will reveal the answer myself."
Wang Xuanfeng walked onto the ring and took a deep look at Li Baiyi, his eyes full of complexity.
Then he decisively came to the test paper, took a pair of scissors, cut the suture line, took off the top piece of paper, and looked at the upper left corner of the test paper.
Everyone stared at this scene, afraid of missing every detail.
