One hundred taels of silver was nothing to everyone present. Even the children from poor families could easily take out thousands of taels of silver.
Ji Chen, who had been silent until now, was finally ready to speak. He looked at Fang Jingyu and said, "How about we add some bonuses to these bonuses separately?"
Fang Jingyu was very interested: "How do you want to add it?"
Ji Chen looked at Xia Ziran and asked, "How many spirit stones do you have?"
Although there are more than two thousand kilograms of spiritual stones in his ring, only one kilogram and fifty taels can really be used. This is his monthly salary and reward. The origin of the other two thousand kilograms is unknown, and he can use it secretly. There will be trouble if you take it out.
Xia Ziran said: "Fifteen and a half pounds!"
Ji Chen nodded, "I have a pound and a half, that's enough!"
Then, he looked at Fang Jingyu and said, "How about adding seventeen kilograms of spiritual stones alone?"
As soon as he said these words, the whole audience gasped. Seventeen kilograms of spiritual stones, this lottery is really terrifying, even some powerful people cannot produce seventeen kilograms of spiritual stones in a year.
Even Xia Ziran choked on his own spit and coughed violently several times.
Ya looked at Ji Chen in confusion.
No, you put all my spiritual stones on it without my consent.
This is all my wealth. If I lose, I will lose everything.
The originally smiling expression on Fang Jingyu's face was a little frozen. He didn't expect that Ji Chen would bet so big and play so hard.
Where does this guy get his confidence? Is he so sure that he will win?
Ji Chen's confidence made him somewhat unconfident.
You must know that this is an impromptu poem composition based on a topic on the spot. It is not for you to write a random poem. No matter how exquisite the poem you prepared in advance is, it will be useless.
Seeing the mockery in Ji Chen's eyes, Fang Jingyu was a little annoyed and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then seventeen pounds."
After saying that, he took out seventeen kilograms of spiritual stones from the storage artifact and placed them on the table, and the rich spiritual energy immediately overflowed.
A maid came forward with a tray and put away the spiritual stones.
Ji Chen also took out his own pound and a half of spiritual stones, and then looked at Xia Ziran.
Xia Ziran reluctantly took out the spirit stone and placed it on the table.
"This is all my wealth. If you lose, I will definitely fight for you."
Without the spirit stone, Xia Ziran's winnings turned into silver, and he took out a one hundred tael silver note and put it on the table.
After the maid put away all the winnings, everyone looked at Xia Liyun and Zhao Qingcheng.
Someone suggested: "For the sake of fairness, how about this topic be given by two noble people."
After all, all students are participants, and it is unfair whoever sets the questions. It is only fair that two noble people who did not participate can set the questions.
Xia Liyun turned to look at Zhao Qingcheng: "Come on, you are better at this."
Zhao Qingcheng began to think about what questions to ask, and the maid also began to distribute pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
The ink is ready-made ink that has been ground.
It is common for scholars to gather together to recite poems and compose poems, so these are all prepared in advance.
The distribution of pen and ink was completed, and Zhao Qingcheng also thought of the topic.
"A war is about to begin in the Northern Wasteland. Why don't we use the war as the theme and let's compose impromptu poems."
After saying that, she picked up the ruler on the table and tapped it lightly, "Start!"
After the words fell, the whole place fell silent, and all the students and Confucian scholars began to think hard, either looking for inspiration, or making drafts in their chests.
Ji Chen also recalled the poems about war in his previous life. There were many poems about war in his previous life, but the one that impressed Ji Chen the most was Xin Qiji's Po Zhenzi.
So Ji Chen dipped his pen in ink and prepared to write.
When everyone saw Ji Chen picking up the pen, they were surprised that he had thought of it so quickly.
They don't even have a hint of inspiration yet.
Even if some people have inspiration, they are still drafting and thinking over and over again in their minds. After all, once the pen is written, it cannot be revised.
Including Fang Jingyu and Xia Ziran, they are still drafting.
When a Confucian scholar next to Fang Jingyu saw Ji Chen writing, he couldn't help but taunted him: "If you want to start writing so quickly, if you want to win first place, don't pile up the whole article with rhetoric. It's flashy."
Ji Chen dipped his hands in ink and said, "Inspiration comes, and thoughts come out like a fountain, and I can't stop vomiting them out. If all of you put together, you can write a better poem than this one, I will never write poetry again." ."
"Haha, what a joke!" The Confucian scholar immediately sneered, "If you really have this ability, I will kneel down and kowtow to you to admit your mistake."
"Okay, remember what you said, all the scholars will bear witness!" Ji Chen said calmly.
"Ha! Arrogant!"
Even other Confucian scholars felt that Ji Chen was a little crazy. He didn't even take everyone present seriously. Could it be that he alone could compare with everyone.
Xia Ziran couldn't help but remind him, "Can you do it? This is no joke."
It doesn't matter that he lost the spirit stone, but if Ji Chen never writes poetry again, his future will be ruined.
Ji Chen picked up the ruler, pressed it on the rice paper, picked up the pen and started writing.
Xia Ziran and Lin Yunhai were both curious, so they turned their heads to see what poem Ji Chen could write.
Ji Chen's pen and ink were flying and flowing, and he wrote the first sentence.
Watching the sword while drunk!
The first sentence shocked both Xia Ziran and Lin Yunhai.
Xia Ziran couldn't help but read it out.
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
Including Xia Liyun and Zhao Qingcheng, they are also refreshing.
Fang Jingyu's expression changed slightly, and the artistic conception came out in the first sentence.
"What beautiful words!"
Lin Yunhai's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but praise. This character is unlike any other. It is a school of its own and is as smooth as any other.
Immediately afterwards, Ji Chen continued writing.
He writes one sentence and Xia Ziran reads one sentence.
Reading the sword while drunk,
Dreaming back to the trumpet company camp,
Eight hundred miles apart, I will burn under my command.
The sound of fifty strings turning over the wall,
Autumn draws troops on the battlefield,
The horseman Lu Fei Kuai,
The bow shakes like a thunderbolt,
Put an end to the affairs of the king and the world,
Win fame during and after death,
Misfortune happens in vain!
Ji Chen started writing and Xia Ziran finished reading.
For a moment, there was a deathly silence in the courtyard, and everyone was shocked by this poem.
All are immersed in the artistic conception of this poem. The heartfelt patriotism, loyalty to the emperor and heroic ambition push the emotion of this poem to its peak, and the ending suddenly falls. The strong contrast between dreams and reality expresses the hero's grief and indignation in his later years.
At this moment, a scene that surprised everyone appeared.
Every word on the rice paper began to glow.
Dazzling white light filled the air, drowning the surroundings, and there seemed to be waves of fighting and iron horses coming from inside.
Everyone in the yard changed their colors and looked at this scene in shock.
Vision!
It turned out to be a vision!
Everyone was shocked that this poem actually contained a vision.
Xia Liyun and Zhao Qingcheng also looked stunned. Fortunately for Xia Liyun, he had already seen Ji Chen's Liyan causing visions.
Zhao Qingcheng was particularly shocked. After coming to Beizhou, he had heard various rumors about Ji Chen's poetry that caused visions, and he had seen it today.
(End of chapter)
