When people focus on one thing, time passes quickly.
The stick of incense passed quickly, and most people present had finished writing the poems and even sent them to Zhu Suiliang for comment.
Changsun Jun also copied a poem from a previously written poem and even revised it with several others.
Seeing Huanran's poem, Changsun Jun was very satisfied and even looked at Fang Jun proudly.
But when they saw Fang Jun and the others still drinking and joking, they couldn't help but laugh in surprise after they cursed secretly.
In his opinion, he was really neurotic for taking it so seriously.
Fang Jun and the others are just uneducated sticks. Wouldn't it be too difficult for them to recite poems and compose poems?
Feeling that he was sure of victory, Changsun Jun whispered to several young people at the same table, as if they were discussing something.
From the looks that several people looked at Fang Jun from time to time, we could tell that they were obviously not holding back anything good.
Of course, Cheng Chuliang noticed the gazes of Changsun Jun and others, and after simmering a glass of wine, he said depressedly: "It seems that that boy Changsun Jun is going to cause trouble again. It's a pity that we really don't have talent in poetry, otherwise how could he be like this?" furious?"
Yuchi Baolin nodded, also looking helpless.
When it comes to fighting, they are not afraid of anything, but reciting poems and writing poems is nothing compared to flattering a horse.
Even if you know that the other party wants to provoke, you can only endure it.
The three of them were brothers who knew each other very well. They really didn't believe that Fang Jun could win this fight.
In their opinion, Fang Jun had to bite the bullet and agree to Wen Dou just now.
On the one hand, it is to please Miss Mingyue.
On the other hand, it’s just to fight for a breath.
As for winning?
They really haven't thought about it.
Despite this, Yuchi Baolin said reluctantly: "Brother Yiai, why don't we spend money to buy a poem from someone else? Even if we can't win, we can still support the scene."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Chuliang also looked at Fang Jun expectantly.
Obviously, he thought the same way.
Regardless of whether we can win or not, let’s get a poem up first and then talk about it.
You can't lose if you lose!
Hearing what the two of them said, Fang Jun was a little bit dumbfounded: "Don't worry, I saw a poem in my brother's study last time. I have already remembered it in my heart. I can just hand it in later."
I have 300 Tang poems in my mind, and any one I pick is a stunning work.
He just didn't want to stand out too much.
After all, it is easy for an unlearned guy to suddenly become extremely talented and arouse suspicion.
In order to conceal the identity of the time traveler, all this can only be blamed on his brother Fang Yizhi.
This way, Cheng Chuliang and the two would not be suspicious.
Hearing what Fang Jun said, Cheng Chuliang and Yuchi Baolin's eyes lit up and asked, "Really?"
"Of course it's true!" Fang Jun nodded.
"Great, then we will definitely win today!"
The two looked at each other, extremely excited.
Although none of the three of them had much talent, Fang Yizhi was one of the most talented people in Chang'an City.
With the poems of such a talented man, the two of them are certainly sure of victory.
The two of them were trying to get Fang Jun to write out the poem quickly.
Changsun Jun actually yelled at Fang Jun: "Fang Laoer, you haven't handed in the poem yet, don't you want to admit defeat directly?"
"Haha, it doesn't matter if you don't know how to write poetry. Do you want me to send you a poem? Just treat it as charity to beggars."
Hearing Zhang Sunjun's strange words, it would be nothing if it happened before!
Now that they had poems in hand, Cheng Chuliang and Yuchi Baolin couldn't help it, and replied unwillingly: "It's really a dog worrying about a mouse. Who said we didn't write a poem?"
Changsun Jun was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Everyone here has handed in what they should pay. You haven't written a word now. Doesn't this mean you have given up?"
"Do you really think that you are Cao Zijian and can write a poem in seven steps? I think you are just being stubborn."
"Of course, maybe you can actually write poetry, but it's the kind of nonsense limericks you write."
"But Mr. Chu doesn't have time to read your messy poems."
Yuchi Baolin looked dissatisfied and said angrily: "Who wrote limericks? If you have the ability, let's raise the stakes. Do you dare..."
Seeing that Yuchi Baolin was so confident, Changsun Jun hesitated.
I had just been tricked by Fang Jun, and I didn’t want to fall into the trap of a few people again.
After thinking about it, Changsun Jun turned to look at Fang Jun and asked, "You are not hiring someone to write for you, are you?"
"Don't accuse anyone of ghostwriting without proof." Cheng Chuliang and Yuchi Baolin's expressions changed, and they looked a little panicked.
Seeing this, Changsun Jun was more sure of his thoughts and said disdainfully: "I thought you guys suddenly had your brains enlightened? It turns out that you are really looking for someone to write for you. It's really embarrassing!"
A young man also stood up from Changsun Jun and teased with a smile: "These guys can do nothing but fight. Won't writing poems embarrass them?"
"Yes, these are the unlearned and unskilled second generation of Chang'an City. What's the difference between asking them to write poetry and asking men to embroider?"
"Haha... this metaphor is so appropriate!"
The people around Changsun Jun laughed out loud as they spoke to each other.
Yuchi Baolin looked angry, slapped the desk and stood up:
"Children, grandson, don't be jealous. Others are afraid of you, but you are not. Believe it or not, I will make you cry mother and father."
"Haha, look, I said these people only know how to use violence to fight, right? They are not worthy of participating in Miss Mingyue's poetry meeting."
"Yeah, let's expose our true nature now. Writing poetry is nonsense!"
"In my opinion, these people don't understand what poetry is at all. Your Excellencies should directly sentence them to lose..."
"Right, that is it!"
Hearing everyone's discussion, Changsun Jun smiled proudly.
In his opinion, Fang Jun is finished now!
Not only would he lose the gambling fight, his reputation would also be ruined in the future.
Among scholars, having someone ghostwrite is the most taboo thing. Once discovered, you will definitely be despised by all scholars.
Almost all of the people present were scholars, so naturally they least wanted to see this happen.
Seeing the public outrage, Cheng Chuliang and Yuchi Baolin didn't know what to do for a while!
Is it really necessary to beat everyone up?
He could only look at Fang Jun anxiously, wanting to know what this brother should do.
At this time, Fang Jun couldn't help but frown.
Originally, he said that he remembered Fang Yizhi's poems, but it was just a white lie.
But they didn't expect that Cheng Chuliang and Yuchi Baolin took it seriously, and Chang Sunjun caught their sore feet.
Fortunately, Cheng Chuliang and Yuchi Baolin were not too stupid and did not admit it.
In this case, it also gave him a chance to fight back.
Stopping Cheng Chuliang and Yuchi Baolin who were about to rush out, Fang Jun said calmly: "Brothers, don't get angry first. The other party has no evidence and is like a dog biting. Why should we care too much?"
"If a dog bites you, will you bite the dog again?"
This statement immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter.
Indeed, they have not admitted it at all, and Zhang Sunjun has no evidence, so how can he talk nonsense?
Such a big movement naturally attracted the attention of Miss Mingyue.
Seeing Zhang Sunjun and others deliberately looking for trouble, the little girl couldn't help but frown slightly.
But seeing that Chu Suiliang didn't say anything, she certainly couldn't say anything.
However, after hearing Fang Jun's sharp counterattack, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve slightly.
In her opinion, this Fang Jun is so interesting and his mouth is too poisonous!
After hearing Fang Jun's words, Zhang Sunjun and others' faces turned livid. Wasn't this just calling them dogs?
What's more, the way Cheng Chuliang and Yuchi Baolin were gearing up made them even more frightened.
It would be a big loss if you were beaten up by these idiots.
Changsun Jun could only point at Fang Jun and the others tremblingly and cursed: "Fang Jun, you are so vulgar, you don't deserve to be here at all."
"The people who come here today are all people who have read poetry and books. People like us who have always constrained themselves by the conduct of gentlemen, such as wielding swords and guns, are naturally no match for you."
"If you have the ability, you can write a poem on your own, but if you want to hit someone with your strength, what kind of ability does that count?"
These words are very artistic.
It means that we are scholars, we talk about principles, and if we have the ability, we compare poems.
These words amused Fang Jun.
Is there something wrong with this kid's brain?
I really thought that I was still the same Fang Jun as before. If I wanted to write poems for myself, wouldn’t that be asking for abuse?
Seeing Fang Jun not saying a word, Zhang Sunjun thought that the other party was guilty.
Just when he was feeling proud, he saw Fang Jun's face turned solemn and said in a deep voice: "Since you want to see my talent, as you wish..."
Looking at Fang Jun's precise words, Zhang Sunjun's heart skipped a beat, as if he had overlooked something, and quickly added: "Poems can only be written by oneself, not plagiarized or ghostwritten..."
"Of course!" Fang Jun was as calm as ever.
"Who knows if you might have prepared poems a long time ago?"
“The benevolent sees benevolence, and the wise see wisdom!”
…
The two of them exchanged words with each other, and an invisible smoke filled the entire space.
Seeing that the situation was tense, Zhu Suiliang whispered a few words to the middle-aged woman next to him who was announcing the curtain.
The middle-aged woman nodded knowingly, stood up and said: "Since the two talented men have a dispute, the adults suggest that the other party can appoint one of them."
"Then the designated person will name the flower he likes. At this time, the two talents will write a poem based on the theme of the flower. This avoids the possibility of plagiarism or ghostwriting. What do you think?"
Of course everyone cheered loudly.
Choosing topics on the spot will of course avoid cheating as much as possible. This is also the best way to resolve disputes.
If you want to cheat, you have to find someone to write all the poems about flowers before, and you can even remember them all.
After hearing such a suggestion, Fang Jun smiled disapprovingly.
No matter which way, he will definitely win today.
Changsun Jun naturally had no objection.
After all, in his eyes, Fang Jun is a rude stick.
It's strange that a guy who can only talk with his fists can write good poetry.
Especially hearing many people say that they will win, it means that their talents have been recognized by most people in the academy.
Changsun Jun couldn't help but feel confident, as if he had a chance to win.
After giving Fang Jun a sideways glance, Changsun Jun pretended to be generous and said: "I think the suggestions of the adults are fair. Fang Jun, let you choose the person first, and I will write the poem first, and then I will choose the person, and you will write the poem." , this will also give you more time to prepare."
"Young Master Changsun really puts a premium on his face. We all spend the same amount of time starting from the selection, so why should we give in to each other?"
"However, since you want to write the poem first, then I will choose someone first."
"By the way, your good friends usually drink together and brag. You often talk about your favorite flowers."
"Then I'll choose a random person from your table, and you can compose a poem based on the flower he likes."
Fang Jun answered unhurriedly.
But his words shocked everyone present.
In their opinion, isn't this equivalent to opening a back door for Changsun Jun?
Generally speaking, if friends communicate frequently, they will naturally understand each other's preferences and details.
As long as Changsunjun's friends cooperate, he can ask Changsunjun to come up with the poems he has made before.
One is a poem that is carefully polished, and the other is a poem that is improvised.
You don't need to think about it to know that Fang Jun is destined to lose.
Everyone was a little confused, why did Fang Jun behave like this?
Cheng Chuliang and Yuchi Baolin also thought that Fang Jun was deliberately showing off, and they suddenly became anxious.
Just as he was about to persuade, Fang Jun waved his hand and interrupted.
Seeing this situation, Changsun Jun was overjoyed.
In his opinion, Fang Jun must have done this deliberately because he knew he couldn't compete with him.
Zhu Suiliang was also a little surprised, but he still confirmed it: "Fang Jun, have you really decided?"
"It's true!"
"It's hard to chase a horse!"
Since the person involved agreed, Zhu Suiliang just sighed slightly and said nothing more.
As everyone expected, Changsun Jun, with the cooperation of his friends, pretended to meditate for a moment and then wrote a poem "on the spot".
After finishing writing, Changsun Jun said proudly: "Fang Jun, it's still too late for you to admit defeat. It's not a shame to lose to me."
"Haha, it's not certain who will lose!" Fang Jun chuckled.
Who doesn't know how to talk nonsense? When the tide goes out, you will find out who is swimming naked.
Seeing that Fang Jun was still stubborn about things, Changsun Jun snorted coldly and said: "In that case, then you can use the flowers that Miss Mingyue likes to write poems."
Hearing this, Cheng Chuliang and Yuchi Baolin were secretly worried.
This brother of mine was not familiar with Miss Mingyue for the first time, and it was obviously impossible to be prepared.
It seems that we are destined to lose!
Seeing the dejected look of the two of them, Fang Jun glared at them fiercely: "Why, do you think so little of me?"
Cheng Chuliang grimaced: "What do you think?"
And Yuchi Baolin was even more heartless: "Brother Yiai, just go ahead. As brothers, we support you spiritually..."
"You can't lose if you lose. You only lost 10,000 yuan in the gambling match with Changsun Jun. The two brothers will help you share it. The most you can get is a beating!"
Cheng Chuliang also nodded in agreement.
Looking at the two people looking at death as if they were dead.
Obviously he thinks he's lost.
However, the two were willing to help share the gambling money, which was considered a sense of loyalty.
So, Fang Jun glanced at the two of them with a smile but not a smile, and said: "For the sake of your loyalty, when I win the money, I will give you a share."
Can win?
That’s weird!
Cheng Chuliang and Yuchi Baolin obviously didn't believe Fang Jun's lies.
After curling their lips, the two of them were ready to go home and be punished.
More than 3,000 guan per person, this is not a small amount of money.
Too lazy to pay attention to these two idiots, Fang Jun looked at the wine bottle on the table.
Ah!
Don’t those poetic immortals like to compose poems while drinking?
Let’s show off too!
Picked up the wine bottle and blew directly!
Well!
Fang Jun burped involuntarily.
It’s hard to pretend like this!
This bottle of wine is a bit too much.
Although the alcohol content was not high, it almost choked me to death, so next time I'd better get some strong alcohol to show off.
Seeing that Fang Jun did not ask Miss Mingyue what flowers she liked, but instead started drinking like an alcoholic.
Everyone couldn't help but cursed.
"What the hell is this Fang Jun doing? Now it's a poetry competition. Does he think it's a drinking competition?"
"Yes, this guy is obviously wasting our time."
"In my opinion, this guy knew he was going to lose, so he deliberately messed it up!"
The people's accusations did not make Fang Jun angry, but his lips lit up with joy.
Ding, emotional value +99+69+89+79...
I refreshed my mood again, and it was worth a few complaints.
This pussy is pretty good.
By the way, first ask Miss Mingyue what flowers she likes.
Otherwise, if you come up with a poem casually, it will be very embarrassing.
Drinking makes you bold!
Fang Jun didn't give in. After drinking a bottle of wine, he became more courageous.
Taking the step of not recognizing his relatives, Fang Jun walked up to Mingyue and asked: "Sister, what kind of flowers do you like? My brother will write a poem for you!"
While speaking, a pair of eyes kept scanning Mingyue's enchanting figure.
The swelling in Adam's apple indicates that he hasn't finished swallowing the wine or he is swallowing saliva.
"Fang Jun, you are so vulgar, get out of here."
"Yes, you dare to be so rude to Miss Mingyue, how shameless."
Changsun Jun was so angry that he slammed the table, and others also responded.
Ding, emotional value +1999+99+99...
Good guy!
At this time, Fang Jun was speechless.
This wave of emotional value directly refreshed the screen, and I felt extremely comfortable. It was simply more comfortable than a major health care.
However, this Mingyue girl has a really beautiful figure.
I really don’t know what people in this era grew up eating.
Although he is not very old, he looks forward and backward.
Unconsciously, Fang Jun touched his nose.
He was really afraid of accidentally leaving its unknown liquid.
Although Mingyue was a little angry at Fang Jun's rude behavior, she still held back her temper and said: "The little girl only loves plum blossoms..."
After getting the answer, Fang Jun turned around and walked off the round platform.
Ready to run away?
Of course it's impossible!
I haven’t pretended enough yet!
"All the flowers are swaying, and only one is blooming, occupying the small garden with all the charm."
"The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk."
"The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the white butterfly knows how to unite and break its soul."
"Fortunately, we can have sex with each other even if we sing slightly, and we don't need to share gold bottles with sandalwood boards."
After chanting, Fang Jun pretended to raise the wine glass in his hand to greet Mingyue.
In this way, the artistic conception of the entire poem is reflected.
This song is "Shanyuan Xiaomei.1" by Lin Bu from the Song Dynasty.
This poem uses plum blossoms as a metaphor for people, and uses a wistful writing method to express people's frustration or melancholy.
Just now, Fang Jun heard the pain or resentment about life from Mingyue's pipa.
This little girl has a lot of stories, and this poem must be very suitable for her.
Sure enough, as soon as Fang Jun finished chanting, Miss Mingyue's picturesque face was stunned.
He murmured to himself, repeating the verses that Fang Jun just said.
In her opinion, doesn't this poem describe her life?
Her life was as bitter as a cold plum, struggling for a hopeless goal.
In the end, you have to hide in this bustling place to survive.
Does Fang Jun understand her too well?
Unknowingly, Mingyue's beautiful eyes were filled with mist, and she began to sob softly.
I really feel the same way!
Seeing this scene, everyone present was dumbfounded!
What's happening here?
Didn’t you say that Fang Jun was an ignorant and ignorant stickman?
How can a poem written on the spot make Miss Mingyue cry?
Nimei, who can be so awesome?
There is no need for Zhu Suiliang to judge, Fang Jun has already won!
Suddenly, everyone looked at Changsun Jun sympathetically.
This guy lost both his wife and his troops today!
Not only did he lose 20,000 yuan, but he also lost to Fang Jun.
From now on, Changsun Jun will definitely become the joke of the entire Chang'an City.
After all, this guy just laughed at others for being ignorant and a stick.
But now that he's not even as good as a stick, isn't it a joke?
At this time, Changsun Jun was completely panicked, and his pretty face turned pale.
After a long while, he finally came to his senses and roared: "Fang Jun must have written this poem in advance. Don't believe him!"
Ding, emotional value +2999
Fang Jun glanced at Changsun Jun.
This guy obviously collapsed, otherwise he wouldn't have such big mood swings.
Since getting the system, the single emotional value is the highest.
"It's not up to you to decide whether I copied it or not." Fang Jun held his tongue, and then said to Zhu Suiliang: "Please give me your judgment, sir!"
Zhu Suiliang stood up and said, "Judging from Miss Mingyue's reaction, everyone should have their own judgment in mind."
"But for the sake of fairness and justice, I declare that in the contest between Changsun Jun and Fang Jun, Fang Jun won."
Hearing Zhu Suiliang announce the result, Changsun Jun looked ashen and muttered with hollow eyes: "It's over, it's over, everything is over, how could I lose to a stick..."
Seeing this, Fang Jun didn't have the slightest sympathy. Instead, he said: "Changsun Jun, I am willing to admit defeat and deliver the money to Fang's house within three days. Otherwise, I will come directly to ask for it."
After saying that, he prepared to walk out of the restaurant in a hurry.
