Twenty to twenty!

Yue Qianqiu's face at the door remained motionless, thinking that the other party would never refuse this simple and rough question. Sure enough, the students from the Wenhua Pavilion around Zhong Xiaobai were discussing it at first, and then they were eager to try it out, and they all surrounded Zhong Xiaobai and instigated him to agree.

The topic is simple and the requirements are simpler, but since it is twenty songs, they compare collective abilities rather than individual abilities, how can they lose? Even if they have prepared one or two songs in advance, one or two songs are easy to handle, and ten or eight masterpieces may be possible. Twenty songs are simply delusions! They have countless such simple questions, and they don’t even have to think about them and choose the best ones!

Under this kind of excitement, Zhong Xiaobai responded without thinking: "Okay, I'll follow you!"

Before Yue Qianqiu could cross the threshold and enter the door, he heard Xiao Qingqing's indifferent voice coming from behind: "You are asking me to watch this kind of monkey show where a talented man recites poems and essays and pretends?"

After visiting Northern Yan, Yue Qianqiu knew that it was not like the Confucian scholars in the south, all of them were barbarians who ate raw meat and drank blood. On the contrary, except for the cruel political struggle, there were no fewer literati and poets there than the north, and there were also scholars who loved literature among the royal relatives.

Even the arrogant and domineering golden branches and jade leaves like the Twelve Princess will never find any trouble with civil servants. It has always been a very common phenomenon among civil servants to recite poems, essays, and make associations and enjoy them.

So, he didn't expect Xiao Qingqing to derogate his poems and lyrics so low. He couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Master, Is the Palace Master, I never read the Book of Songs when I was a child, Chu Ci, Han Yuefu, Tang Dynasty... Sui poetry? Could it be that you have always only read Sun Tzu's Art of War, Taigong's Art of War... Well, all kinds of art of war?"

Xiao Jingxian saw Xiao Qingqing's face turned blue when she was choked. She had never seen her expression like this before. He could not laugh out loud, and he immediately endured it quite hard. However, the third prince did not know who Xiao Qingqing was, but he still hated her for the past that she dared to hold him hostage. At this time, he couldn't help but interrogate: "The Ninth Prince, even after the children who had conditions in Dayan, the Book of Songs is often a must-read after the enlightenment of the family."

"I have indeed read the Book of Songs and Chu Ci, but I forget it when I see it. Life is like a flash of time, time is precious, and where can I put the limited time on useless poems and songs!" Xiao Qingqing did not lower her voice. Seeing that many of the young people who had just heard the words in front of her, she smiled and laughed.

"I memorize the six strategies of Taigong, and I remember the art of war. I also memorize the art of war. "Yin Fu", "Jiangyuan", "Meng De's New Book"... These military books from ancient times to the present, "Spring and Autumn", "Records of the Grand Historian", "Strategies of the Warring States"... I have to see so many unofficial history, and I have to remember them all in my eyes and in my heart. How can I worry about remembering those poems and songs that have no effect except sadness and sorrow in spring and autumn?"

The third prince had seen Xiao Qingqing's outstanding style and high temperament. Even if her cold and frosty face was placed there, her suspicious charm was deterrent, but she didn't expect that the arguments she spoke were so amazing.

He glanced at Xiao Jingxian with a subtle expression. He thought that the old princess used to rely on his power to oppress him. When he saw that the young students in the Wenhua Pavilion were all indignant in Yinghua Hall, he followed the situation and stabbed him.

"The King of Jin's view on poetry, songs and essays is not so utilitarian, right?"

Before Xiao Jingxian could answer, Zhong Xiaobai said angrily: "Yue Qianqiu, what kind of troublemakers are you invited to make trouble! If you don't want to communicate, you can refuse before. Even if you are not sure now, you can admit defeat. Do you want to provoke all the literati and poets of Dawu when you say these rebellious words?"

At this moment, Yue Qianqiu didn't have to look at Xiao Jingxian, and he knew that the guy must have a look of your own self-inflicted expression on his face. Although he really regretted it now, he had proposed the emperor to summon Xiao Qingqing as a bad idea, but since it was caused by himself, he had to bite the bullet and insisted, so he took a deep breath and simply strided over the threshold with his head held high.

"Zhong Xiaobai, I invited the guest, but the Lord of the Red Moon Palace feels that history books and military tactics are far better than poetry and songs. That is her opinion, not mine. As for myself, I do not agree with her opinion, but she also has the freedom to express her opinions! If you ask me, you can naturally choose what you like to read, but there is no need to think that what you read is useful, and what others read is useless!"

Yue Qianqiu said as he turned around and looked straight at Xiao Qingqing calmly: "There is a beautiful person with poetry and literature in his belly. Since the Lord of the Red Moon Palace likes to read history and military tactics, then after reading a passage of Zhuge Wuhou, you may leave some comments? At that time, he closed the book dryly and sighed, "I'm sorry to devote my whole life but futile, but still chanted in a low voice, "Three times of concern are bothering the world, and the two dynasties will help the old ministers. I'll die before I succeed, and make the heroes cry."

Seeing Xiao Qingqing suddenly showed a little surprised look, he shrugged and said, "When he saw that Zhang Liang, the Marquis of Liu, finally retreated calmly, did he say that he had retreated unscrupulously, or did he sigh, "While the Han Dynasty is in the prevailing and despair, Liu, should he always be calm. Guling began to discuss Han Peng's land, and re-dially tell Fangtu Yongchi Seal'?"

After falling off a few lines of book bags, he immediately stopped, stepped forward and sat down on the seat that Zhou Jiyue pointed at him with his eyes, and said with a smile: "Poetry, songs, and essays do seem to be pleasant compared to historical calligraphy and military techniques, but they are not as useless as you said.

You can read historical books and military books from a young age. Most children cannot, but memorize a few more poems, and their horizons can be broader. They are not like you, they can only fall into the ground with golden branches and jade leaves. Maybe they will never be able to get out of their villages and counties in their entire lives, but they can appreciate these wonderful mountains and rivers and outstanding people from the poems and songs he passed down from word of mouth."

Speaking of this in one breath, Yue Qianqiu said with a smile: "I am a martial artist who knows how to write poetry, but I never underestimate those real great writers and poets. Of course, I can only write three or two wrong poems, only talk about war on paper, but I pretentiously pretentiously and think that the whole world is in control, so I respect Bumin."

Yue Qianqiu refuted Xiao Qingqing's words. Whether it was Wuying Pavilion or Wenhua Pavilion, the teenagers, regardless of whether they read more or less, could not help but agree. But at the end, Yue Qianqiu's three words "sourcing scholar" and the large adjective in the first paragraph suddenly hurt many individuals. Zhong Xiaobai was the first to think of the experience of being sarcastic in the Imperial College Winter Conference.

He was so angry that he slapped the table and said, "Yue Qianqiu, who do you want to allude to be a sour scholar?"

"Whoever has a ghost in his heart will allude it!" Yue Qianqiu was so angry that he trembled. Instead, Xiao Qingqing, who had just choked by him, had recovered. At this time, he ignored the gazes of the boys and walked into Yinghua Hall.

Until this time, Zhou Jiyue, who had just been watching the fun, just clapped her hands and said, "Okay, Qianqiu is just watching the fun today, don't let him take all the limelight! Everyone in Wenhua Pavilion, if you are not convinced that people say that poetry and songs are useless, if you are not convinced that Qianqiu says what a scholar is like, then use your masterpiece to refute him!"

Zhong Xiaobai then suppressed the feeling of anger or annoyance in his heart. Seeing that the paper and pen were being delivered, someone on his side couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and dip the pen in ink, and started writing quickly. However, the young men on Zhou Jiyue were all pointing and pointing at all, laughing and not feeling any nervous at all, and he suddenly felt a not-so-proper feeling.

He even had an idea like a devil. Fortunately, a student in the Wenhua Pavilion who had overconfidence said that the bet should be the one who lost took off his shirt and ran around Jinling City for three laps. He immediately angrily scolded the gentleman for sweeping the floor. Otherwise, if he lost, wouldn't it be embarrassing for the rest of his life? But as soon as this idea came out, he was slapped.

If you say nothing before you can compare, that's too boring!

But Yue Qianqiu just said that he was a martial artist who could not write poetry. Why did he never hear the two poems he recited by Zhuge Wuhou and Liuhou Zhang Liang? Could it be that it was really written by the talented staff group of Yue Mansion, or the books collected in Hemingxuan are far from the bottom of the bottom... These twenty poems chanting the Four Gentlemen today...

As someone on his side finished a poem in one go, he handed it out arrogantly, and then a loud voice who had already carefully selected it to recite the silly regulated poem. The Wenhua Pavilion was filled with joy.

With this song being completed first, the second and third songs are followed... The young men who came from a scholarly family and consciously made great progress in the Wenhua Pavilion fully utilized their basic skills and wrote poems and songs one by one, with a variety of styles.

When another long poem of Yuefu was finally written, Zhong Xiaobai saw that the other side had not yet begun, and finally asked, "Zhou Master Zhou, when will you delay starting?"

Zhou Jiyue couldn't help laughing: "I dare not be Master Zhong's call Master Zhou. Besides, everyone in Wuying Pavilion is a fellow disciple, and there is no leader Zhou. I am the oldest, and everyone often likes to call me Brother Zhou. If you don't mind, you can call me my name directly. As for the person who takes the lead..."

She glanced at the left and right, but said to Song Jianjia: "Junior Sister Song, what should I do from you?"

Song Jianjia was immediately overjoyed. She shook her hand and turned the paper and pen, raised her head and took a step forward, and said bluntly: "Then I will throw away the bricks and jade first, and I will give you a poem about plum blossoms - by the broken bridge outside the post, lonely blooming without a master. It was already dusk and sorrow, and the wind and rain were even more striking. I had no intention of fighting for spring, and I let the flowers jealous. Stones fell into mud and crushed into dust, and only the fragrance was as good as before."

She shook her head and finished reciting, then she hooked her hand at the three Emei Taoists behind her and said, "Sister Bai Jia, Hong Jia Zi Jia, my plum blossom song is over, you guys go!"

Yue Qianqiu didn't expect that Song Jianjia could not even pretend. She couldn't bear to look at these crappy actors, and suddenly coughed and said, "I'll go first to make it easier."

He didn't look at the other people's expressions and immediately ran away. As soon as he flashed out of the back door of Yinghua Hall, he saw Xu Hao falling from the wall. This was a meeting that he had not made an appointment, so he was stunned and hurriedly met.

"Young Master Ninth, I just got the news..." Xu Hao stepped forward and whispered a few words in Yue Qianqiu's ear. Seeing that the Ninth Master nodded with understanding, he was not good to stay near Yinghua Hall, the central area of ​​the Wuying Pavilion, and immediately withdrew from the same route.
Chapter completed!