Yue Qianqiu didn't expect that Xiao Qingqing would come out, not because she had such a debate on whether she was writing poetry and songs with him, but because she pointed out with a sword that Song Jianjia, such a silly little girl, was very inconsistent in reading Bu Suanzi and Plum.

He grabbed his head, worried about whether he should say that Song Jianjia might just pick up the song with lots. Of course, his acting skills were too poor, but when he thought about it, he felt that there was no need to explain at all.

He spread his hands with confidence and said, "Then you should ask Miss Song, this is her poem, not mine!"

"Rejuvenation of the Spring View Song Jianjia is thirteen this year. I have to wait until I look back and I am only fourteen years old. I am innocent and innocent. The medicine and medical skills are indeed the direct tradition of the Spring View. However, several medicine books were forced to recite by her master after her, not to mention other classics and historical books. Do you say that others know her experience, and will they think that this is a person who can make the song of plum blossom just now?"

Yue Qianqiu didn't care about Xiao Qingqing's irony, but she could tell all Song Jianjia's age and personality well-behaved. He couldn't help but feel a sudden laugh and laughed as if nothing had happened: "The Palace Master is so powerful. I'm afraid that from the court to the countryside, you should have accumulated a room of files of all kinds of characters, right?"

Xiao Qingqing would not take Yue Qianqiu's irony seriously at all. There was no change in expression on her cold face.

"You don't have to confuse me with President Lou Ying. I am different from him. He wants to control or hold some people up. I just collect information naturally. Not only in Nanwu, but I also have the same habit in Beiyan. Because only by understanding those who should understand can I be like a fish in water. Don't change the topic, I just want to ask you. I just refuted me with such a reason. It is not useless to say that poetry and essays are not useless, but now I have let Song Jianjia play such tricks. Isn't it a contradiction?"

"Why is it a contradiction? The Palace Master should have just heard that what I just talked about is the famous works of great poets and writers, not the kind of self-pretentious but always talking about the wrong poems. If there are only serious historical and military techniques in this world, and there are no poems and songs, it would be so boring. Only when a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend, it would be a wonderful, vivid and shining world."

Speaking of this, Yue Qianqiu listened with his ears and he started to recite with leisure as he heard the voices of young disciples from various sects of Wuyingguan.

"There are several plum branches in the corner of the wall, and the cold blooms alone. I know it is not snow, but because there is a faint fragrance. This is a chanting of plum blossoms."

"The plum snow is competing for spring but is willing to surrender, and the money is paid for the Sao Ren Pavilion. The plum is three points whiter than the snow, but the snow is one piece of fragrance. This is still a chanting plum."

Following the sound of chanting inside, after reciting a few poems about plum blossoms, he changed his lyrics again.

"Ordinary poetry is as clever as spring, and I also like the new orchid grass in the secluded pavilion. It was originally a fragrance that was more fragrant than a gentleman, but now it is better for people to surround the railings. This is a chanting of orchid grass."

"Take care about a branch of orchid, and the fragrance is clear and hesitant. I must be more fragrant than the fragrance, so I will take the fragrance to compete with all the flowers. This is also a chanting orchid."

"The breeze shakes the green rings, and the cool dew drops the green jade. The beauty is not sewn? The faint fragrance is empty. This is still a song of orchid."

Seeing that it had paused inside, as if you could still hear the loud noises of the young men in Wenhua Pavilion, Yue Qianqiu said with a smile: "Just like the palace master, most of the Wuying Pavilion are like Junior Sister Song, who value martial arts and slight literary talent, but Zhong Xiaobai brought people over to compare poetry, songs, so Wuying Pavilion can only compare? After a while, I will naturally let people know where these poems and songs come from."

"As for what questions come up with, since Wuying Pavilion thinks, the situation is naturally normal now. Unfortunately, there are still people who refuse to admit defeat. Listen, Zhong Xiaobai has already proposed thirty poems in anger."

This time, Xiao Qingqing couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and asked, "Can you really prepare thirty songs?"

"More than that. I have prepared fifty poems directly." Yue Qianqiu stretched out his entire face, "Since you want to win, you might as well prepare more inventory. After all, the person who writes is not as fast as the person who recites it."

Yue Qianqiu was talking nonsense, but his ears were already heard. There were three more poems about chrysanthemums in Wuying Pavilion rushing to read, and the competition inside had come to an end. The teenagers under Zhong Xiaobai were already making a fuss and accusing the people in Wuying Pavilion of cheating. The scene was so intense that it was about to break out.

"This is the excitement you invited me to watch? If this is not a monkey show, what is a monkey show?" Xiao Qingqing finally lost interest anymore and frowned impatiently, "I don't have so much spare time to waste here."

"No, this is not very lively at the moment. There are good shows next, such as beating the younger one and the older one comes."

Yue Qianqiu said while walking back to the back door, as if he was not worried about Xiao Qingqing leaving, but said to himself, "His Highness King Jin once mentioned that there is a Yinghua Hall in Beiyan. I didn't see it before. I felt very regretful, but I thought about it in my heart these days, but I felt that it was not as beautiful as he said."

"There are disputes in places where there are people. How could the Yinghua Palace in Beiyan be so big, how could it be as clean as he said? The same is true for the Imperial College in Dawu now, because compared to the past, there are only one school, now there are many academic studies, such as the Imperial College, the Imperial College, the Vision Academy, the Wuying Academy, the Wenhua Museum... and there are many scholars, and everyone will inevitably compete for resources. What I want to do is very simple, that is, people dare not be considered a soft persimmon!"

Even if you lose all the inventory of poems and songs about the four gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum in your stomach for this! In fact, he has not recited so many fifty poems at all. As long as there are more than a dozen poems, it would be strange if you don’t make a fuss there! Compared with the great poet who has left his name in history, you should save money!

Anyway, he doesn't plan to take the top scorer, let alone become a great writer. It doesn't matter if the inventory in his stomach is cleared one day.

After saying this, Yue Qianqiu returned to Yinghua Hall from the back door. He realized that Xiao Qingqing had not left, so he turned around and followed him. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that if someone left, he would have to compensate him for his wife and his troops during this trip. Even though he regretted that he had made such a suggestion to the emperor, he had to use it to the end when everyone came.

So, when he returned to Yinghua Hall, he saw that the two sides were at strife, as if he knew nothing, raised his eyebrows leisurely and said, "I'm going out to urinate. Why do I look like I'm going to fight? Could it be that I'm not comparing with poetry, songs, and essays, and I'm going to compete next?"

"Yue Qianqiu!" Zhong Xiaobai was finally furious. He rushed over and shouted loudly, "You are cheating! You are definitely prepared... No, you have planned it long ago!"

"Isn't you put forward the poems and songs for the competition? It's just that the specific topics are just published by Wuying Pavilion. And I believe that if you are so old, you will always have done them without saying ten or eight poems, three or five poems, right? Choose the ones you think are the best from among them. Isn't this question beneficial to you in the original way?"

Zhong Xiaobai became even more angry when Yue Qianqiu refuted and couldn't help but roar: "But who knows you will be so cunning that you will find someone to do it for you!"

"I don't like to listen to this anymore. Who are the brothers and sisters in Wuying Pavilion asking for? Let me explain it clearly!"

He accused the writer of the words without saying anything, but was refuted like this. Zhong Xiaobai was stunned. Then he thought of the poems and songs that had been circulated in Hemingxuan before, and was not a person who had never been greedy and wanted to take it on him, saying that it was written by himself, but he was ruined without exception. His face gradually changed, and he immediately asked in a hoarse voice: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"It should be said that you did it on purpose, or that you did it on purpose."

Yue Qianqiu glanced at the young men in Wenhua Pavilion. They were so angry that they all stared at themselves, as if they were looking at a big villain. He couldn't help but sneer: "Zhong Xiaobai, did you not suffer enough last time at the Imperial College Winter Conference? This time, you know that Wuying Pavilion has only been established for half a year, and everyone has only been in class for half a year. You came over to challenge some poetry and songs, do you pat your chest, are you embarrassed?"

Before Zhong said anything, he shouted angrily: "Why don't you say you are here to compete with the people from Wuying Pavilion!"

His voice was full of energy. All the people in Wuying Pavilion knew martial arts skills. After discovering the clue, they either covered their ears or used their skills to protect their ears. The teenagers in Wenhua Palace were in trouble. They were all dizzy by his roar like a lion. In addition, they had been shaken by Zhou Jiyue once before, and someone was so weak that his legs were sitting on the ground.

Yue Qianqiu's on-the-spot performance has just begun. He stared at the critical attack of the sound wave under his eyes with heartache, and he really turned into a novice-faced Zhong Xiaobai, saying word by word: "If you don't read the books of sages well, you want to show off your limelight, and call it communication. Do you dare say that it is not intentionally provoking to show off your literary talent? Why don't you go to the Imperial College to compete with Ying Xiaopang and his uncle and nephew?"

The little fat man who was watching the fun didn't expect that Yue Qianqiu suddenly brought him on his side and was immediately angry: "Yue Qianqiu, what do you mean? Can I bully him?"

"It is because you are not easy to bully, and Wuyingguan looks easy to bully, so they come to 'communicate', right?" Yue Qianqiu said and laughed, but the laughter was not very warm, but instead seemed a little fierce. "Since you are here to 'communicate', then you are willing to accept the loss. You are kicking the ball to the iron plate. You are about to lose the bet, and you want to frame it. If you can't afford to lose, don't compare?"

"You..." Zhong Xiaobai was so angry that he seemed to have his blood vessels exploded. But Yue Qianqiu pointed at him with one finger. He wanted to dodge but couldn't dodge at all. He actually watched the finger poked into his chest.

"Last time in the winter meeting of the Imperial College, you jumped out and failed to lose. You were unwilling to accept it. You ran to me and brag about your successful writing and founding a Wenhua Pavilion. Have I ever dealt with you? I walked on my Yangguan Road, you walked on your single-plank bridge, everyone went their own way. Every time you came to call me and provoke me. Isn't it that I am so easy to bully? Don't you think about it, the Imperial College already has an Imperial College and an Imperial College, why do you still need a Wenhua Pavilion? Isn't it because there is a Wuying Pavilion! Without the Wuying Pavilion, is there still a need for the Wenhua Pavilion to exist?"

"In addition, using your strengths to touch other people's weaknesses is called communication? This is called self-deception! You are all pillars of the country in the future, and you don't have to use poetry and books to play monkey dramas. But you go here to play communication and act like a monkey drama, which is simply degenerate!"

Li Chongming had seen Yue Qianqiu and Zhou Dakang, the priest of the Imperial College at the Imperial College, were able to argue fiercely for a while. At this time, he saw that Zhong Xiaobai and other teenagers of the same age were really no match for him. The little fat man clearly put on the wall and watched him. He would not stand up rashly to rescue him, just thinking about how to get in touch with him later.

But what he didn't expect was that just after Yue Qianqiu scolded Zhong Xiaobai mercilessly, a gloomy voice suddenly came from the outside: "It turns out that he inherited the unparalleled eloquence of the old prime minister Yue, but Wuying Pavilion was originally a place for reading. If you can't even read books well, wouldn't it be useless to consume the country's money and food?"
Chapter completed!