I am a corrupt official, but they say I am a loyal minister

Writing poems and lyrics is a test of ability, if you know it, you can, if you don’t, you won’t, and there will be no accidents at all.

Therefore, the winner will definitely be us!

"I have a feeling that we will definitely win this game!" The third prince said confidently.

Everyone was shocked: "Your Highness, why did you say that?"

"Look down quietly!" The third prince smiled mysteriously.

At this time, Tang Yong had already written his own poem, which was a five-character quatrain.

Everyone watched it and all praised it.

"Good poem! This poem is wonderfully written. It expresses the loyalty and tenacity of bamboo!"

"Absolutely reach the level of Zhen Guo!"

"Not surprisingly, Tang Yong should have won this game!"

"As expected of the number one scholar!"

……

Tang Yong was complacent, while Dayan was beaming with joy, as if he had already won.

At this time, Liao Rumin of Dawu also finished writing and took a look.

"Brother Liao, how is my poem written, does it catch your eye?" Tang Yong said with a hint of showing off.

Liao Rumin smiled lightly: "The writing is really good, you deserve to be the number one scholar!"

Tang Yong suddenly became upset!

It's so easy to say, don't you write better than me?

Before, he had inquired about it a long time ago. Liao Yongmin was indeed very talented, but he was far behind them.If you come to Dayan to take the imperial examination, you can barely enter the ranks of the second-class Jinshi.

What qualifications does a second-class Jinshi have to look down on their poems?

"Brother Liao, please show your poems for everyone to see!" Tang Yong said with a smile on his face.

Liao Rumin confidently showed off her poem, and shouted loudly: "This is a poem made by a student, called "Bamboo and Stone"! Your Majesty, and all adults, please take a look!"

When everyone took a closer look, they were immediately amazed.

I saw on the paper:

Stick to the green hills and don't relax, the roots are originally in the broken rocks!

Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west, north and south!

……

"Good poetry!!!"

"One word, let the old man see the tenacity and indomitability of bamboo!"

"The whole poem seems to let the old man see an old bamboo, firmly rooted in the rock! Not afraid of the strong winds in the southeast, northwest, nor any tempering, tall and straight, upright, strong and unyielding, maverick!"

"This poem expresses the tenacious and persistent quality of bamboo! I have seen many poems about bamboo, but this one is the most penetrating, vivid, and I like it the most. It should be clear!"

"This poem... has definitely reached the level of handing down!"

……

The scene is full of top contemporary scholars, who like to recite poems and compose Fu, and have the most powerful poetry appreciation ability.

Now, seeing a poem handed down from generation to generation with my own eyes is still from their great martial arts side, and I am even more excited, and all kinds of beautiful words have been passed on.

"Thank you, adults, for your compliments. The students are ashamed!" Liao Rumin said modestly.

However, my heart has long been happy!

The number one scholar, Tang Yong, watched this scene in dismay: "This...how is it possible?"

I have already taken out the poems at the bottom of the press box, and I have reached the level of Zhenguo. I thought I had won.

As a result, the other party took out a masterpiece that was handed down from generation to generation, and his masterpiece of the country was reduced to scum in seconds!

Life is full of ups and downs, so exciting!

On Dayan's side, his complexion instantly became ugly, as if his parents had died.

Especially His Highness the Third Prince, who had the most ugly face.

He had already boasted, thinking that this game was a sure win, but Lin Beifan hadn't played yet, but one of the opponent's minions had already beaten their champion!

What a slap in the face!

Tang Yong opened his mouth: "Brother Liao, is this really your poem?"

Liao Rumin blushed a little.

The original version of the poem was indeed written by him.

It was only later that I read it at the sacrifice and changed the poem a lot, so it achieved the current effect.

Liao Rumin's eyes turned to Lin Beifan secretly, but he saw Lin Beifan shaking his head.

Knowing Lin Beifan's intentions, he said confidently, "Of course I did this. Would you give such a masterpiece to others?"

Tang Yong shook his head inwardly.

For scholars, this masterpiece handed down from ancient times is like a peerless martial art in the hands of people in the Jianghu.

 …  

Who is willing to hand it over to help others?

The referee smiled and said: "Writing poems and lyrics requires inspiration! When any scholar has a highlight, sometimes he can write a masterpiece with a flash of inspiration. It's not surprising! Just like our Lord Jijiu, Brilliant and full of inspiration, he often recites works handed down from generation to generation, leaving them for the world to appreciate!"

"That's right! Lord Jijiu is such a talented person. He can write poems and lyrics at his fingertips, so he is hailed as a fairy in the sky! Because only a fairy has such an amazing talent! Compared with him, the students are far behind. It's less than one ten-thousandth of his!" Liao Rumin immediately boasted, and the flattery poured in.

Lin Beifan was very useful after hearing this.

This kid is sensible, not in vain!

Tang Yong also knew this situation, but he couldn't accept the ending of his failure.

In the end, after voting, Liao Rumin won without any surprise.

Tang Yong walked down in a daze, with a bitter mouth: "Your Highness, and everyone, I'm sorry! I let you down!"

"Tang Yong, you have performed well, and the defeat is not your fault! Who would have thought that Liao Rumin could come up with a poem handed down from generation to generation, I can only say that you are unlucky, even though you are defeated!" The third prince persuaded.

"Thank you for your comfort, Your Highness!" Tang Yong cupped his hands.

"Next, leave it to us!" The third prince said anxiously: "Do you still have poems about bamboo in your hands? Now is not the time to cherish your broom, take it out!"

Everyone looked at each other, smiled wryly and shook their heads.

"Your Highness, really not!"

"Your Highness, I have an article, but it is far inferior to Liao Rumin's "Bamboo Stone"!"

"Your Highness, the poem in my hand is really hard to handle!"

……

The third prince became even more anxious, and urged: "Since there is no one, then think about it quickly! Give me all the means to think about it! Although this is the first game of poetry, poetry, and poetry, once we lose, it means Wendou has lost! After returning, how will I explain to His Majesty and Wanmin?"

The representatives of Dayan's side were about to cry.

"But Your Highness, how can it be so easy to think of the poems handed down from generation to generation?"

"I can't think of a song if I scratch my head!"

"We really can't help it!"

……

The third prince shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and think about it!"

Chapter 201 If you don't play today, you will still be smashed into scum!

On the side of Dayan, thinking hard, scratching his ears and cheeks, anxious like ants on a hot pot.

On the Dawu side, watching this scene took a long time, feeling very relaxed.

If Dayan wants to defeat them, he must also come up with a poem handed down from generation to generation to be useful.

However, how can it be so easy to come up with poems that can be handed down from generation to generation?

Over the years, I don’t know how many champions, Jinshi, and scholars have been produced, but how many people can write handed down poems?

It can be said to be rare, very rare!

It is more difficult to write a poem handed down from generation to generation than to be the number one scholar in the exam.

Not to mention, you have to figure it out within a stick of incense.

So, their great martial arts are basically invincible!

Everyone couldn't help looking at the tall and straight Liao Rumin in the field, their eyes were full of approval and surprise.

Unexpectedly, this talented young man, who performed mediocrely in the first 4 rounds of Wendou, actually came up with a poem handed down in the fifth round of poetry and song competition.

It is true that people cannot be judged by appearances, and sea water cannot be measured!

"Liao Rumin, your poem is very good, I like it very much!" the empress said.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your appreciation!" Liao Yongmin was very excited.

I thought I would have some soy sauce in this literary battle, but I didn't expect to have the opportunity to show off my talents and become the most eye-catching person in the audience!

Now, Mo, Hong, made the debut, and even received the empress's personal praise!

After today, he is sure that the carp will leap over the dragon gate and fly into the sky!

In his heart, he was full of gratitude to Lin Beifan.

If it wasn't for his impromptu surprise, reading his poetry anthology, and changing his poems again, he wouldn't have the opportunity to perform today.

Lord Jijiu, I love you to death!

At this moment, time passed bit by bit.

The stick of incense that was lit was already half burned.

However, Dayan racked his brains and still couldn't think of a poem to deal with.

His Royal Highness, the third prince, was so worried that his head exploded!

I thought Lin Beifan had been dealt with, but I didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to kill them, and a little guy wiped them out!

If he can't think of a countermeasure, Wendou will really lose!

Before I knew it, half of the time had passed, and the incense had gradually burned to the end.

The referee officials issued a reminder: "Great talents of Great Yan, please send representatives quickly, the time is almost up!"

The third prince stuffed a poem into Liu Hai's arms: "Go!"

Liu Hai shook his head: "But Your Highness, this poem is not good!"

"A dead horse is a living horse doctor. I can't control so much. Go!"

So, Liu Hai appeared on the stage holding this poem.

It's a pity that although his poems are not bad, they barely reach the level of Zhenguo, which is far from the "Bamboo and Stone" in Liao Ruming's hands.

So the final voting result——

"Liao Rumin won 77 votes, Liu Hai got 0 votes, Liao Rumin won!"

"The 5th game of Wendou, Dawu wins!"

On the side of Dayan, his face was covered with ashes!

Dawu side, rejoice!

"Win! We won the 5th game, we Wendou won!"

"We defeated Dayan!"