"Oh, unheard of." Ashitu said lightly.
Zhang Linsang originally thought that his name and identity would make Asitu say four words, "I have admired him for a long time, but this is what happened?"
Zhang Linsang was furious, and just when he wanted to curse, Zhao Wushuang spoke first.
"Okay, let's talk about the specific topic. It's impossible not to have a specific topic. It should include all poems, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. There needs to be a clear proposition to determine the criteria for winning or losing."
"Your Majesty is right, let's have a poetry contest. If Your Majesty wins, I, Mobei, will pay two-thirds of the tribute first. If I win the last game tomorrow, I will pay the rest and sign at the same time. Mobei has been a vassal state of Dawu for generations! On the contrary, haha, Wutai City in the northern border of Dawu must belong to our Mobei. Do you dare to gamble?"
Ashitu has an arrogant attitude.
Zhao Wushuang looked troubled. The contract of being a vassal state for generations was indeed very tempting.
But now, the other party is kicking his nose in the face.
However, what Ashitu said just now is right. As a great country with etiquette, the Central Plains has always been prosperous in poetry and poetry.
As for Mobei, it is located in the extreme north and is a semi-nomadic people. Its cultural heritage cannot be compared with Dawu.
While she was thinking, civil and military affairs exploded.
"Barbarians, how dare you teach literature with me, Yangyang Dawu? You are so stupid. Today we will let you see how we can reach the peak of literature."
Academician Zhang Linsang was overwhelmed by Ashitu just now. He was so angry that he must regain his position.
Zhao Wushuang hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement.
Being able to become a bachelor, Zhang Linsang naturally has real talent and learning. He is very good at poetry and poetry, and he thinks he is very good at dealing with barbarians.
At this time, the old man in white next to Asitu looked at Zhang Linsang thoughtfully, and then a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Zhang Linsang, I just said that your name sounded familiar to me just now, and now that I recall it, are you Du Zifu's disciple?"
Zhang Linsang raised his head proudly and flicked his sleeves.
"I didn't expect you and other barbarians to have heard of my master's name."
Zhang Linsang studied in the Imperial College since he was a child. Through hard work, he reached the position of bachelor. He was a hot-tempered person. He was originally a staunch royalist, loyal to the court and the imperial power.
His attitude was the same as Liu Zhongru's. When rumors about the emperor's daughter's pregnancy spread, he had to be a wallflower.
But last night, it was confirmed that the emperor was indeed sleeping with the queen, and the rumors were broken without any attack, so he began to want to show his prominence and regain the emperor's trust.
The old man in white smiled even more playfully.
"Have you forgotten how your master died? How dare you compete with me? A barbarian on the left and a barbarian on the right. I don't know which bullshit scholar who was respected as a saint's teacher lost to a barbarian and died of vomiting blood? "
"What?"
Zhang Linsang's pupils suddenly shrank and his face turned pale.
Other civil and military officials also looked horrified.
"You, you, are you Wang Fengbei?"
Everyone was trembling and panicking inside.
Qin Chuan, who was standing next to Zhao Wushuang, looked at them as if they were ghosts. He became interested and asked softly.
Your Majesty, what's going on? Who is Wang Fengbei? Why are you so scared? "
"That is an incredible big shot, the king of literary works in the world. Not only is he outstanding in his lyrics and poetry, but his couplets are even better. He has never failed."
"So powerful? A barbarian is so talented?"
Zhao Wushuang sighed quietly, his pretty face solemn.
"It's hard to say what talent is. The contemporary great scholar of ours, Zhang Linsang's master, was the last great scholar who was crushed to death by him in terms of literary talent. He vomited blood and died. I just wonder why Wang Fengbei was killed by Mobei. Used?"
Qin Chuan tried his best to hold back his laughter, "That's an exaggeration. Are there really things in the world that make people mad?"
"It doesn't matter if it's a peaceful ancient poem, a couplet, or an article, but Wang Fengbei is quite vicious. He turns words into sharp blades and poisonous poisons, insulting and poisoning his opponents. Scholars are generally arrogant and arrogant, and they are mad at him. I can’t even count them with two hands.”
After hearing Zhao Wushuang's explanation, Qin Chuan shook his head helplessly.
The psychological endurance of ancient people seems to be very poor.
However, the psychological endurance of modern people is also not high. For example, after failing in the high school entrance examination and college entrance examination, there are many people who are depressed, suffer from depression, or commit suicide.
Wang Fengbei said sarcastically: "Yes, I am Wang Fengbei. If you want to fight with me on literature, come on. As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, but here, I will break the rules. Don't say that I am bragging, but I am indeed the number one in the world."
Wang Fengbei's boastful face turned red, and his eyes glowed strangely. At first glance, he was a very narcissistic person.
Zhang Linsang broke into a cold sweat and his hands and feet were weak. How could he dare to compete with Wang Feng Bei?
Because he knew with his toes that he would definitely lose in Beidou with Wang Feng and had no chance of winning.
Not only that, Wang Fengbei also likes to insult his opponents between the lines, letting his subordinates spread the insults, and maliciously label who is being insulted in couplets, poems, and articles.
Even if Zhang Linsang is crazy, he cannot repeat his master's old path.
However, in front of everyone, the cowhide has already been blown. If you show fear now, you will definitely not be able to raise your head in the future, so his eyes slightly changed, and he pointed at Wang Fengbei and yelled at him.
"You, you, it turns out you are the murderer who killed my master. I, I, you wait, I will avenge my master even if I don't want this old life!"
Zhang Linsang's breathing was rapid, his face was red and his neck was thick. It seemed that there was a lot of anger in his chest. His eyes were staring, and then he kicked his legs and fell back.
This incident frightened the minister next to him and rushed to help him.
"Master Zhang, what's wrong? Wake up, wake up."
The scene was a mess. Zhang Linsang slowly opened his eyes, winked at his old friend, then closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be dead.
The two were indeed brothel drinking buddies, and they knew what he meant with just one look.
"Your Majesty, it's not good, it's not good, Mr. Zhang saw Wang Fengbei fainted from anger, I'm afraid he won't survive."
When both civil and military officials saw Zhang Linsang's wink just now, they understood the meaning and looked ashamed.
On the contrary, Zhao Wushuang, who was sitting high on the throne, didn't know and said hurriedly: "Send the person to the Imperial Hospital quickly."
Qin Chuan laughed so hard that his stomach ached, and he was doing everything in front of the master of acting. He believed that something was going on.
The two men hurriedly carried Zhang Linsang out.
Ashitu sneered, "Your Majesty Dawu, send someone else to the scene quickly."
Zhao Wushuang glanced at the ministers, but the civil and military officials pretended not to see them and did not dare to look directly.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Wushuang forced himself to calm down.
This situation made her furious.
When they are not doing anything, they all boast that they are knowledgeable and erudite. They brag about where they studied under and how many masterpieces they have written.
Now when something happens, everyone becomes dumb.
