Daqin: The beginning of the collapse of the sky, sweeping across the Western Regions

Looking at Parhat's desperate look in front of him, Ying Tian smiled contemptuously.

"Are you so sure now that I can't write a better poem than you?"

"No! I haven't figured it out yet! But my poem is much more likely to be better than yours!"

"If that's the case, then let's see who wrote the poem!"

After saying this, Ying Tian turned around, picked up the paper on his desk, and prepared to read the poem he had written.

But when he just picked it up, Parhati, who had been waiting impatiently, rushed over and snatched the paper from his hand.

When he got the paper, Parhat began to read the poem written by Ying Tian.

After reading the entire poem, Parhat was completely shocked. He stood there in a daze, as if his soul had been sucked away.

The people in the audience watched his action and scratched their heads anxiously, stretching their necks to see what was written on it.

"Since you don't want to read my poems, I'd better not bother you. Let me do it myself!"

Ying Tian seemed to have anticipated Parhati's action and walked forward to take back his piece of paper.

“If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return.

See you, Gaotangmingjing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like blue silk and snow in the evening.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.

Yang Shiqi, Du Ruhui, let's drink, don't stop.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, I hope I’m drunk and don’t want to wake up.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

In the old days, Wang Chen feasted and fought for peace and joy.

What is the master's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

I will call my son to exchange the five-colored horse and the fur worth thousands of gold for the fine wine, so that we can share the eternal sorrow together. "

Ying Tian read out the poem he had written in an excited voice. When the people in the audience heard the poem, they all opened their mouths wide, their eyes lost focus, and became exactly the same as Parhat.

A hint of joy flashed across Yang Shiqi and Du Ruhui's faces. You know, this poem is a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation. Every time someone reads this poem, they will remember who the author is.

Now that Ying Tian mentioned both of them in this poem, those people will also remember them when the time comes.

This is something they can never do no matter how high their official positions are. After all, power and wealth are only temporary, but knowledge is eternal!

"Shiqi! It seems that we are really lucky today! I just came here to report a work, but I didn't expect to have such a big harvest."

Du Ruhui touched his beautiful beard with his hand and spoke to Yang Shiqi with excitement.

"Yes! I will ask the king later if he can give me the calligraphy. If possible, I will take it back and have someone frame it with the best materials as a family heirloom!"

Yang Shiqi nodded and replied, while his eyes were fixed on the piece of paper in Ying Tian's hand.

When Du Ruhui heard Yang Shiqi's words, a light flashed in his eyes.

[I am still too young! I didn't even think of this, and I almost let this good thing slip away from me! Since Yang Shiqi can ask the king for the calligraphy, then I can do the same! ]

For a moment, both of them focused their eyes on the calligraphy, and they were thinking about how to get it from Ying Tian's hand.

After a while, everyone present came to their senses and then closed their huge mouths.

"No wonder I saw that young man so relaxed just now! It turns out he is truly confident! Parhat is just a clown!"

"Who said it wasn't? This guy is in a dilemma now! The more arrogant he was just now, the more embarrassed he is now!"

"I think he just overestimates his own abilities! He's obviously not that strong, but he's still so arrogant! Now that this poem has appeared, he's been completely nailed to the pillar of shame!"

Listening to the discussions of the people in the audience, Parhati covered his chest, looking like he was almost suffocating.

At this time, Ying Tian gave him an assist and completely defeated his Taoism.

"Sir, please judge for yourself: which poem of yours is better or which of my poems is better?"

Ying Tian's half-smile met Parhati's eyes.

"you you!"

After taking a few breaths, Parhati couldn't hold on any longer and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. Then he fell to the ground, coughing up blood.

Ying Tian, ​​who had been paying attention to his movements, immediately stepped back with his poem in his hand, thus avoiding having blood sprayed all over his face.

"Writing poetry was originally just a form of entertainment, but today this brother was able to write poetry until he vomited dozens of ounces of blood! This is unprecedented, I really admire his cooperation!"

After hearing his words, Parhat was unable to breathe, his eyes turned white, and he fell on the stage.

"Eunuch Cao! Have you ever seen the king look like this? Why do I feel like he seems a bit mean?"

Yuhuatian swallowed, then turned around and asked.

"I have never seen the king like this before. It seems that he is in a really good mood today!"

Cao Zhengchun shook his head and said.

The madam who had been standing in the audience and watching the situation saw Parhat vomiting blood and fainting from the pain. She immediately waved her hand, and then had him carried down and thrown to the side of the road. Then she had someone go up to the stage and start cleaning.

"Hello, the guy just now has already lost to me, is this poetry meeting still going to continue?"

Ying Tian walked up to the old procuress and asked with a smile.

After hearing his words, the old procuress couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth slightly.

[How can this poetry reading continue now? With those two poems you just wrote, who would dare to come here and make a fool of themselves?]

However, she did not say what was in her mind. After all, everyone has to save face. If she said it out loud, it would be a slap in the face of others.

Although the poems written by Ying Tian are indeed very good, you cannot say this fact out loud, otherwise you would be a bad person.

"Although I really want you to pass this competition, I still have to ask everyone in the audience, is there anyone who wants to challenge you?"

"Otherwise, it would be really unfair for me to do this."

After saying this, the old procuress turned her head and looked at the people below.

Noticing the gaze from the madam, the people below immediately shook their heads.

Seeing that the guy who had just shown off his strength had been thrown out like a dead dog, they didn't want to follow in his footsteps.

"No more! I think this young man deserves the first place!"

"Yes! I don't think I can write a poem like you, so I won't humiliate myself!"

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Those lying down all responded to the words of the old procuress. The core meaning was that they acknowledged that Ying Tian was number one and they would not go on stage to humiliate themselves.