The best county magistrate

Bao Yu clenched his fists and his face turned red.

The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is full of frost. Jiang Feng is fishing with fire against Chou Mian. Where did you come up with these words?

In just a short moment, you can compose five poems with different moods and different meanings, and it still looks so easy. You are cheating!

He did not dare to face his failure, and the inner demons prompted Bao Yu to become hysterical.

"Mr. Tuoba, Mr. Liu, Mr. Li, all doctors, he cheated! He must have used dirty means to know the questions in advance!"

Bao Yu pointed at Yang Xuanchen, whose whole body was shaking with anger, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was ferocious.

"How presumptuous! The title was decided on the spot by Mr. Tuoba and other great scholars, so there is no need to talk nonsense."

Li Changliu immediately confronted him as a sign of notarization.

"what!!!"

"I don't believe it. I don't believe he can write so many poems in such a short time."

It seemed that the blow of failure was very unbearable for Bao Yu, and he was already going crazy.

Yang Xuanchen seemed to have drunk a little too much, and his face was already a little drunk. He pointed at Bao Yu and then at the people in the Beiliao delegation, and sneered.

"The morning rain in the old city is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored."

"I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the north."

After finishing another song, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the other side with a confused expression.

"Is this one good?"

Seeing that no one answered, Yang Xuanchen spoke again, "Singing over wine, what's life like!"

"It's like morning dew, it's going to be more painful every day."

"Be generous with generosity, and worry will be unforgettable."

"How can we relieve our worries? Only Du Kang."

"..."

After finishing another short song, he raised the wine gourd and took a sip, laughing and saying, "How good is this song?"

Everyone in the Bei Liao delegation was livid. This Yang Xuanchen was so irritating. He had already won and yet he had to write two more poems and step on their faces to shit.

Even a well-educated boss like Yeluchi couldn't help but frown, "Go and drag Bao Yu back, don't embarrass him!"

Yang Xuanchen on the literary stage was arrogant, wild and uninhibited. Coupled with his handsome appearance, he instantly fascinated batches of girls.

Countless girls waiting to be married, young women, and even women with babies in their arms were all vying to get to the Wen Dou stage.

"Yang Xuanchen, I love you!"

"Go away! Only I deserve Yang Xuanchen's love!"

"What are you talking about? Brother Mengde, my sister knows that you love young women the most. Look over here!"

Not to mention, this young woman's words really worked. Yang Xuanchen really looked at her and smiled.

She was so excited that she fainted.

After finally calming down the restlessness of the people, the third battle of the literary battle began under the organization of Li Changliu.

"The third battle of literature and art, article! Each side sends one person!"

After saying this, Gu Li slowly walked out of the Bei Liao mission.

Today, she is as graceful and graceful as a hibiscus in the distant mountains. She seems to be a moving picture, attracting the attention of everyone present.

There was a cold temperament between Gu Li's brows and eyes, like the bright moon in the autumn water, clear and deep.

She looked around as if she was looking for someone. After looking around, she finally saw that pretty little face in a corner under the stage.

She waved her little hand towards that corner, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was like the warm sunshine today, which was completely different from the cold beauty just now.

Zhao Xue in the audience was slightly stunned and responded mechanically, wondering why this woman kept smiling at me.

The master is still handsome today, and according to him, he is absolutely stunning!

"Master is the best!" She shouted at the top of her lungs while there were not many people shouting.

Yang Xuanchen nodded to her with a smile, indicating that he had seen and heard it.

Then he walked to Dayan's side, bowed and saluted the talented man who was about to fight, "Brother, let me do the third game."

The talented man was stunned for a moment, said nothing, and turned his attention to the two doctors from the Academy.

"Master Xiao Yang, you've drunk too much, so let Lin Mo go." The person who spoke was Dr. Yu Jingwen from the academy.

"Yes, writing an article requires a clear mind, which is not as good as reciting poetry..." Liu Qingshan also tried to persuade him.

Yang Xuanchen burped and blew the smell of alcohol off their faces, "Who said I drank too much? I didn't. If you don't believe me, I'll walk in a straight line and show you."

As he spoke, he really walked in a straight line, but the person who seemed to be walking in a straight line was staggering around.

Everyone looked at each other and did not dare to let Yang Xuanchen go to the third literary fight.

When they were discussing what to do, Yang Xuanchen had almost reached the chariot.

Emperor Jianwen saw that he was drunk, so he asked Wu Dahai to help him. Unexpectedly, he was pushed away by Yang Xuanchen, "Hey, I know you, Eunuch Wu."

"No need to help me, I'm fine. Even if I'm drunk, I can write an article easily."

"Yang Xuanchen!" Emperor Jianwen shouted to stop him.

Yang Xuanchen raised his head and looked at the imperial chariot with squinted eyes. He held the gourd and bowed down in a dignified manner, "I send my regards to Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty!"

I really admired this kid, and he didn't forget to flatter him even when he was drunk. Wu Dahai finally supported him.

"I ask you, can you win the third literary fight?"

At this time, Yang Xuanchen's eyes flashed, and he bowed again, "You want me to win, but I have to win, and I don't dare not win!"

Just one sentence deeply touched Emperor Jianwen's heart, and his eyes became much softer. I am truly lucky to have you in love like this.

It's just a literary fight, so what if I lose? If this person has this intention and ambition, he will be better than countless others.

"According to my decree, Yang Xuanchen will fight in the third literary battle!"

Liu Qingshan and everyone in Jixia Academy in the distance all beat their chests and stamped their feet after hearing this, and shouted: "No, Your Majesty, Master Xiao Yang is drunk."

"Yang Xuanchen told me that if I want him to win, he has to win and he won't dare not win!"

Emperor Jianwen pointed at them as he spoke, took a deep breath, and continued: "Do you have the same courage as him?"

As soon as these words came out, several great scholars were fine, but Lin Mo, who was about to go out to fight, lowered his head. He really did not have the confidence to defeat Gu Li.

Anyway, it's a loss. If Yang Xuanchen goes up, he can get rid of the infamy, wouldn't it be great?

Seeing Lin Mo lower his head, Emperor Jianwen snorted coldly, "Just do what I want in this matter!"

Then he looked at Yang Xuanchen with a smile and said softly: "Yang Xuanchen, I order you to win this third game and show off my great glory!"

"I accept the decree!"

The cold wind blew, and Yang Xuanchen didn't feel particularly good at the moment. He only blamed it on taking a few more sips on a whim, but it didn't stop him from walking in front of Gu Li.

"Miss Gu Li, you just drank a few more sips, can I go first for this one?"

Seeing him stumbling, Gu Li nodded noncommittally.

How can we continue to fight after drinking like this? What good articles can we make from this? It seems that I, Gu Li, will be defeated today.

After the two made an agreement, Li Changliu announced that the third literary fight had officially begun.

"The participants in this literary battle between the two countries are all young talents. They each demonstrated their talents and also demonstrated the style of the young generation of the two countries."

"Therefore, the third question is about young people, and the time limit is one hour."

Hearing this, Yang Xuanchen waved to Lin Mo, "I drank too much and can't hold the pen. Can I read you and write?"

Lin Mo thought for a while and then nodded. After obtaining Gu Li's consent, Lin Mo sat at the table and picked up the pen.

“If you want to speak about the young and old of the country, please speak of the young and old of the people first.”

"Old people often think about the past, young people often think about the future."

"Thinking only about the past creates nostalgia; thinking only about the future creates hope."

"..."

"The wisdom of youth is the wisdom of a country!"

"Strong young people will make the country strong!"

"..."

"When the red sun rises, its path shines brightly. When the river rises, it flows into the vast ocean."

"The dragon lurks in the abyss, its scales and claws fly. The tiger roars in the valley, and all the beasts are terrified!"

"..."

"How beautiful my young man, Dayan, is as old as the sky! How magnificent my young man, Dayan, is as boundless as the country!"

After saying that, the whole place was silent, only Yang Xuanchen's voice was still echoing.

"You always say that I, Yang Xuanchen, am not good at writing and can only write in vernacular like that mud-legged person."

"How good is today's article?"

He used his last strength to shout: "Tell me, okay?"

Emperor Jianwen stood up for the first time on the imperial chariot and walked step by step to Yang Xuanchen who had fallen asleep leaning on Lin Mo's shoulder.

Lin Mo saw that Emperor Jianwen was coming in person. Just as he was about to get up, he pushed him down on the chair.

"Don't move, let him sleep for a while."

As he spoke, he took off the nine-dragon cloak he was wearing and covered him with it himself.

The young man in front of him originally wanted to gain this breath and the arrogance of a scholar. Today he did it, and he did it very well.

Then, Emperor Jianwen walked to the stage, his eyes sparkling, and waved to everyone in the audience.

"How beautiful my young man, Dayan, is as old as the sky! How magnificent my young man, Dayan, is as boundless as the country!"

There was a bang.

There was an uproar.