At this moment, Yelu Wenqing was calm in his heart.
He felt that using ten Mo country talents to deal with Duan Wenjun alone was almost a sure win.
Especially in this case, Emperor Shun had no excuse to refuse.
This kind of gambling will be more interesting.
Emperor Shun began to feel entangled in his heart at this moment.
Although he doesn't like Chai Xiaoxiao very much, she is his daughter after all, the princess of Dashun.
If he married Yelu Wenqing in marriage, Emperor Shun might not hesitate.
If he really married Yelu Wenqing in this way, he would be a little reluctant to let go.
Maybe, he felt, it wasn't worth it.
Seeing Emperor Shun's hesitation, Yelu Wenqing seemed even more happy.
Just when he wanted to urge Emperor Shun, Chai Xiaoxiao suddenly spoke.
She stood up and saluted Emperor Shun, and then said slowly, "Father, there is no need to worry about the child. If the child can be exchanged for the Thirteen Monan Cities, it will be worth it."
After hearing Chai Xiaoxiao's words, Emperor Shun suddenly felt guilty.
In particular, he was very worried about putting Chai Xiaoxiao's marriage in the hands of someone he was unfamiliar with.
But at this moment, Chai Xiaoxiao turned to look at Duan Wenjun, "How sure are you that you can defeat these annoying Mo country people?"
Duan Wenjun was stunned when he heard this: "Are you talking about writing poetry?"
Chai Xiaoxiao nodded, "You heard it just now. I just want to compete with you in reciting poems and composing poems."
"Oh!" Duan Wenjun nodded, "That's fine. I just told you that writing poetry is as easy for me as eating."
At this point, his voice paused slightly, and then continued, "Winning them is easier than squeezing an ant to death. I think we can accept this bet."
Chai Xiaoxiao was about to speak when Duan Wenjun's voice continued, "But I hope you know that I am not betting on you as an object, but I know that I will win without losing money, so this business will not be in vain unless I make money."
If it were anything else, Duan Wenjun might not be sure.
But when it comes to writing poetry, this is not a problem for him.
In his previous life, he often recited Tang poetry and Song lyrics.
Those poems don't exist in this world.
After thousands of years of accumulation of Chinese culture, those exquisite poems are definitely not comparable to the people in front of me.
If you write one or two songs at random, there is no doubt that you can defeat these people.
Hearing Duan Wenjun's words, Yelu Wenqing's face suddenly turned livid.
Chai Xiaoxiao's face finally showed a bright smile.
She looked at Duan Wenjun and smiled and said, "In that case, the fate of this princess will be left in your hands."
The little princess Chai Xiaoxiao agreed to Yelu Wenqing's bet.
In particular, her attitude is very determined.
I don't know if he is deliberately angry with Emperor Shun, or if he absolutely believes in Duan Wenjun's strength.
In short, this competition between Duan Wenjun and the ten talented men of the Mo Kingdom headed by Yelu Wenqing has just begun.
However, when everyone was horrified and Yelu Wenqing and many talented people from the Mo Kingdom were gearing up, Duan Wenjun suddenly spoke to Emperor Shun, "Long live Lord Qi, the common people have a request. I wonder if you can agree to it?"
Emperor Shun frowned, stared at him and said in a deep voice, "What do you want to do?"
In Emperor Shun's heart, he is actually still unwilling to agree to your bet.
In other words, in his heart, he still didn't want to believe Zhao Wenjun.
It's just that Chai Xiaoxiao's attitude is firm. He knows that his daughter has a temper and it's hard to refute.
Moreover, Duan Wenjun's words "Long live the Lord" made him feel very comfortable.
Duan Wenjun looked at Emperor Shun and showed an embarrassed expression, "I was really busy this morning, so I drank a few mouthfuls of porridge in the morning. I'm a little hungry. Can we write poems while eating?"
Duan Wenjun's words almost stunned everyone present.
The little princess of Dashun has put all her life's happiness on him, but at this time, he actually wants to eat...
Emperor Shun's face suddenly turned livid.
The talented men from Mo country on the opposite side also burst into laughter.
Some people even think that it is an insult to them to have to compete with such a foodie in reciting poems and writing poems.
Emperor Shun did not speak, but Chai Xiaoxiao ran back to his original seat and moved the big pig's trotters on his table that had not yet been used with chopsticks to Duan Wenjun.
Duan Wenjun was not polite at all. He took a bite of the pig's trotters and made his mouth greasy.
He also raised his hand and waved the big pig's trotter in his hand towards Yelu Wenqing, "I said, what poems and lyrics do you want to write this time?"
Duan Wenjun said it very casually, as if he really didn't care at all.
At this moment, Yelu Wenqing began to murmur in his heart.
If Duan Wenjun is said to be an uneducated person, how dare he take a dignified little princess as a bet.
And he could see that the little princess of Dashun seemed to have great trust in Duan Wenjun.
This couldn't help but make him furious.
Since this kid loves to show off, I have to step on him hard.
Only in this way can you establish your prestige in Dashun.
Only then will I be able to gain points in front of my father when I go back.
However, he did not answer Duan Wenjun's words, but turned to look at Emperor Shun, "Dear His Majesty Emperor Dashun, today happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. How about we write it with the theme of Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Emperor Shun glanced at the queen next to him, "What do you think, queen?"
Queen Murong nodded, "The fifth prince's suggestion is very good. But there have been many poems written about the Mid-Autumn Festival since ancient times, so it may be difficult to write new ideas."
"Why don't we decide on three games and decide who wins or loses." The Queen Mother, who had been sitting silently, suddenly spoke.
Naturally, no one below would dare to refute the Queen Mother's words.
The rules of the game were thus decided.
Best of three.
Mo Guo and Dashun each came up with a question first.
If there is a tie, the third round of questions will be chosen again.
As soon as the Queen Mother said this, Emperor Shun understood instantly.
Emperor Shun had seen all the perfumes Duan Wenjun sent to the palace.
Just like the eldest princess, what amazed him was not the perfume itself, but the poems on the bottle.
If Duan Wenjun loses in the first round, they will use flowers as the theme. No matter which one Duan Wenjun recites, the Mo country people may not be their opponents.
It’s a tie, we’ll figure out what to do later.
Mo Country has chosen the theme of Mid-Autumn Festival, which is the first game.
The talented men of the desert country began to frown and ponder.
Yelu Wenqing seemed to have been prepared for it, but after waiting for a few breaths, he started writing on the paper on the desk.
There was still a faint smile on his face.
But he had just written two sentences, but his brows were furrowed.
The moving pen tip then stopped.
At this moment, Duan Wenjunjun still held his big pig's hoof in his hand and had no intention of putting it down.
He looked at Chai Xiaoxiao next to him awkwardly, "Look, my hands are all oily. Could you please help me ghostwrite?"
As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes turned to him.
Everyone was surprised. Could it be that Duan Wenjun had poetry in his heart so quickly?
The rumors about Duan Wenjun are spreading fiercely in JD.com.
But many people don't believe it.
His poems at Wangjiang are now almost household names after they were sung by geishas.
And I heard that it shows that it only takes a few breaths.
Almost everyone feels that this is almost impossible, but someone is just bragging on purpose.
But at this time, everyone began to look forward to it again.
If the rumors are true, Duan Wenjun really has a chance to win over these Mo country people.
Many people are expecting that what he just said is not bragging, but that he has real talent and learning. For him, writing poetry is really as easy as eating.
Chai Xiaoxiao on the side was also stunned, but he quickly came to his senses and said with a surprised look on his face, "You have it?"
"What's the matter? Men can't get pregnant!" Duan Wenjun was stunned and rolled his eyes at her.
But he immediately realized that he had lost his temper.
So he said with a smile, "Little princess, write quickly! Otherwise we will really lose!"
Until this moment, Chai Xiaoxiao knew that he was not joking.
She picked up the pen and moistened the tip. Just when she turned to look at Duan Wenjun, Duan Wenjun had already spoken.
"Adhering to the Mid-Autumn Festival, we have a banquet with wild dogs and present a song "Water Melody Song Tou" to the little princess to calm the barking dogs."
As soon as these words came out, Yelu Wenqing was furious.
But Duan Wenjun ignored him, and just when he was about to get angry, he spoke again.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky?"
All four seats are quiet.
Just now, many people were hoping that Duan Wenjun could write good poems.
But they still had some doubts in their hearts.
After all, this is just a small businessman from Wangjiang, a place where birds don't lay eggs.
Even a few months ago, no one knew him.
But at this time, he had already proven himself with his strength.
Duan Wenjun's voice echoed throughout the hall.
Except for his voice, no sound could be heard in the entire Wanfeng Pavilion hall.
"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it'll be too cold in the beautiful buildings and jade buildings at high places. When I dance to clear my shadow, how can I feel like I'm in the human world?"
Chai Xiaoxiao's hands began to tremble a little.
She was a little nervous just now, but now she was indescribably excited.
"Turn around the Zhuge Pavilion, lower the Qihu household, and the light will keep you awake. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?"
Chai Xiaoxiao raised her head, just in time to meet Duan Wenjun's eyes at her.
Duan Wenjun had a faint smile on his face and nodded slightly towards her.
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."
Duan Wenjun has finished reciting.
Wanfeng Pavilion is completely silent.
Everyone was immersed in the poem just now.
Everyone was immersed in deep shock.
Everyone was immersed in deep aftertaste.
Such poems must be sent to Wenfeng Terrace.
Ranked first class.
No one spoke.
Even the talented men of the Mo Country opposite him stared at him with horror on their faces, not knowing what they were thinking.
However, Duan Wenjun didn't take it seriously. He looked at Chai Xiaoxiao, "Is this song okay?"
"Okay! That's great!" Chai Xiaoxiao exclaimed happily, not caring about the reserve of a little girl like him.
"This one won't work!" At this moment, Yelu Wenqing's trumpet sounded.
His face turned red.
Since ancient times, literati and poets have written countless poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival, which makes this title too popular.
Many of the things people write are clichés.
But Duan Wenjun's song has a completely different style.
He also knew that Duan Wenjun's poem was his last song.
There is absolutely no way he can compare to him.
Not at this time, I absolutely cannot admit it.
Otherwise, the bet will be lost.
If he loses the Thirteen Monan Cities because of this, his father may want to skin him after he returns.
If you cheat, you will lose the prestige of the desert country.
When the news spreads, the reputation of Mo Country will be ruined.
So he must not recognize Duan Wenjun's poem.
In other words, this is not a poem.
This is a word.
So his reason makes sense.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Duan Wenjun looked at him blankly and said, "I don't know, according to the definition of the fifth prince, what kind of poetry is considered?"
He had just played the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" by Su Shi, and he originally wanted to decide the outcome with one song, so that Yelu Wenqing would retreat.
But he didn't expect that Yelu Wenqing could find such a lame reason to deny it.
Yelu Wenqing felt guilty, but still insisted, "Since I am writing poetry, it must be quatrains!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, Duan Wenjun's voice rang out.
"Princess Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry to bother you!"
Without any pause, he continued chanting.
"The full moon flies into the bright mirror, and when you return to your heart, you fold the sword. It turns around and travels far away, and climbs the laurel tree and looks up to the sky."
"There is frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers are seen in the forest. Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair."
After watching Chai Xiaoxiao finish writing, he took a bite of the big pig's trotter in his hand, stared at Yelu Wenqing and said, "I wonder what the fifth prince thinks of this song?"
Everyone present was shocked.
The poems of the great poet Du Fu are unsurpassable.
His song "Moon on the 15th August Night" is a very classic work.
How could he not shock the people present when he chanted at this moment?
Seeing Yelu Wenqing's shocked look, Duan Wenjun showed a bright smile on his face.
"I just said that writing poetry is as simple to me as eating. If the Fifth Prince feels that this one is not enough, what if I recite a few more?"
So what if I sing a few more songs...
Those present felt that he seemed a little arrogant.
However, more importantly, I am looking forward to him writing more amazing poems.
Duan Wenjun walked slowly to the eldest princess, picked up the wine bottle on the table, took two sips, and took another bite of the big pig's trotter.
"When I first heard that Zhengyan has no cicadas, the water from a hundred-foot-high building reaches the sky. The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon."
This is "Frost Moon" by Li Shangyin.
But he didn't stop.
Gudonggudong took a few sips of wine and tried to tear off a large piece of meat from the big pig's hooves, then continued.
"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon, and lower my head to think about my hometown."
"On the 15th night of August last year, by the apricot garden by the Qujiang Pond. On the 15th night of August this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Fanpu. Looking to the northwest, where is the moon? To the southeast, how many times will the moon be full? No one will notice when it blows last night, but tonight the light seems clear in previous years."
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