People on the shore exclaimed, "Look!"
When everyone turned their heads, they saw a spectacle that had never been seen in this life, let alone unimaginable.
"Shua." With a sound, all the papers suddenly left the cabin and flew into the air in a flash.
The papers all stopped in the air, like countless white paper cranes flying in the dark night, but they were still.
There is wind on all sides, but the papers are not blown away.
The fireball under the paper still roared, and Hengbo waved his hand on the flagpole.
There was another swish, and the direction of the fireball suddenly changed, as if someone had slapped it behind, and it suddenly slammed back, hitting Chi Ming's hull!
The people on Chi Ming's boat still stared blankly at the spectacle, and no one could react in time.
"Boom." With a sound, the fire bomb hit the hull, filled with gunpowder smoke, the whole ship shook heavily, and people on the deck staggered and fell to the ground.
"Ah." With a sound, Chi Ming, who was in shock, was knocked off his chair.
He reacted quickly, got up immediately, and was about to return to the chair, but a stream of sparks flew by, scorching his pants in an instant.
The pants on Chi Ming's buttocks were instantly reduced to ashes, and he jumped up with a scream while clutching his buttocks.
Jing Hengbo's laughter came from the opposite side: "Kowtow!"
At this time, the common people were still staring at the river in a daze. On the river, the Chiming boat was filled with smoke and fire, and they could not see clearly at all. One foot above the boat, there are hundreds of paper scrolls, quietly suspended in mid-air, neither falling nor rising.
Countless people were rubbing their eyes, and some people knelt down directly, thinking that the gods were helping.
With a wave of Jing Hengbo's hand, scrolls hovered all over the sky, spreading out a snow-white flying bridge, and gradually fell into her hands.
She raised her hand to collect the scroll, like a fairy lightly picking up the clouds in the sky.
For a while, there was only the rustling sound of paper falling.
Even the river water seems to be quiet, because of the display of such magical skills.
Chi Ming was quietly backing away.
He wanted to take advantage of this moment, when the queen was reading the paper, the people's attention was all on the queen, and the smoke and dust were all around, to slip away.
Losing the three counties and losing the opportunity to compete for the head of the sect is a foregone conclusion, he can no longer lose martial arts.
Before he left, he glanced resentfully at the far corner, where it was so dark that the cloaked men could no longer be seen.
He snorted bitterly in his heart—he was tricked! The person who promised to help him didn't make a move, presumably because of the Queen's power, he retreated. For no reason, he was wiped out.
It was not the time to settle accounts at this time, he stepped back, but just as he moved, he suddenly heard a roar above his head, and a black shadow quickly covered him, and when he looked up, he saw a bucket slammed down hard.
"Bang." There was a sound of a bucket hitting his back, and he fell to his knees. An incredible thought flashed through my mind: the bucket is clearly at the stern...
The horror is not over yet.
The bucket flew up from his back, and just as he was about to get up with pain, the bucket fell down again with a bang.
His head was hit on the deck, and there was a loud sound, "Boom."
"First time." Jing Hengbo on the boat over there smiled.
The bucket flew up again, he knew that it would fall down again soon, how could he just sit and wait for death, he turned over and wanted to get up.
There was a flash of a figure in front of him, a cold light, a knife was suddenly coldly passed to his throat, the cold air on the knife forced the skin on his neck to shudder piece by piece.
When he looked up, he saw the sinister smile on Pei Shu's mouth.
His eyes looked so expectant, not expecting him to beg for mercy, but expecting him to get up, so that his knife could penetrate.
Chi Ming paused, and with a bang, the bucket fell down again.
"Second time!" Pei Shu counted.
Pei Shu moved his body so that he and Jing Hengbo seemed to be standing together, accepting Chi Ming's kneeling.
"Ai Qing can't help being polite." He smiled with shining white teeth.
With his forehead pressed against the cold deck, Chi Ming vomited a mouthful of blood.
"Bang." The bucket flew up and fell down again.
"Boom." The sound of the impact was loud.
"Third time!" This time, the common people counted in unison, the voices were loud and circling endlessly on the river.
The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect were overwhelmed with shame and indignation. They wanted to save but did not dare to save, and wanted to scold but did not dare to scold. Their faces were ashen.
More people blamed Chi Ming. It was enough to withdraw from the three counties before. Why bother to challenge? Anyway, the sixteen gangs have all withdrawn from the three counties, and Lingxiaomen is not too shameful, but now it is a big embarrassment.
The disciples couldn't help but lose all hope when they thought that the popularity of Lingxiaomen would plummet in the future, and it would no longer be difficult for the tortoiseshell to be the number one.
Chi Ming was also resilient. After knocking three heads down, he gritted his teeth and raised his head, saying word by word: "After knocking down, I will ask people to evacuate the hall. Can I go?"
Pei Shu still showed his white teeth to him, nodded, and said, "Yes."
Chi Ming turned around and left.
He didn't even dare to say a harsh word to get back some ground, he just wanted to leave quickly, as long as he kept his body, he still had a chance to make a comeback.
Suddenly his shoulders felt cold, he lowered his head and saw the tip of the knife protruding from the lute bone.
Pei Shu was behind him, and said coolly: "Oh, there is one more thing, self-defeating martial arts, you forgot, I did it for you."
Chi Ming looked down at the **** knife point and trembled all over. At this moment, he wanted to curse, yell, and turn around to rush to fight Pei Shu and Jing Hengbo.
However, in the end he just gritted his teeth and said, "You... put away your sword."
"Sorry, I'm suddenly soft-hearted." Pei Shu shook his head, smiling brighter and prettier.
Chi Ming stopped talking, and then he started to walk forward.
The cheering people on the shore gradually quieted down, looking at him in shock and bewilderment.
Chi Ming moved forward and slowly passed through the blade. On the silent river, the sound of muscles and bones rubbing against the blade was scary, but he pulled himself out of the blade abruptly.
During this process, he was sweating profusely, but he did not stop walking forward, nor did he groan, let alone beg for mercy.
Many people shuddered, and their shock and bewilderment gradually turned into admiration—no matter how despicable and shameless he was before, at least at this moment, he is a tough guy.
If such a tough guy leaves with a grudge, what will happen?
Many people involuntarily tightened their skirts.
On the boat, Jing Hengbo had already got off the flagpole, sat on his big chair, and smiled nonchalantly.
Pei Shu was also grinning, as if he didn't care about anything.
In the awe-inspiring silence of the crowd, Chi Ming got off the boat, staggered and fell to the ground, and everyone slammed out of the way, avoiding a long road with no one to support him.
He lay on the ground, looking at the blurry road ahead, and the pairs of boots that were far away beside him, the blood dripped on the dust, and the bright red dust stuck to the sweat all over his body.
He was trembling all over, but still crawled inch by inch.
Everyone was silent, watching a person struggling in the dust.
Suddenly, I felt my heart tremble.
…
Under the shade of the tree, Yeluqi put down his wine cup, looked at Chi Ming, and suddenly smiled. He waved to Xian Yuqing.
…
In the small boat, the guard was asking him, "Master, this person is tough and fierce, he can't stay, or he must be subordinate..."
He waved his hand.
"What good is Pei Shu? Will he let Chi Ming go?" He said calmly, "His knife seems to have only pierced the lute bone, but in fact it used dark energy to go straight to the heart. This person will die within a day. "
The guard let out a sigh of relief.
But he suddenly said: "Unless..."
The guard didn't dare to ask, but looked at him quietly.
He thought for a while, and said: "It's better to kill, wait until the crowd is out, and keep up."
"yes."
…
Chi Ming wanted to get out of the crowd, but found that he couldn't. The foreground was blurred, and the figures were like waves, rushing forward and moving away in a daze. The sharp pain on his shoulder seemed to have shifted, pressing towards his heart inch by inch.
He realized something in his heart.
Sure enough, they still wouldn't let him go.
He can't get out of the Qujiang River, and soon, he will fall to the ground, like a dead dog, and be thrown into the Qujiang River...
A hand suddenly grabbed his arm.
He struggled subconsciously, but he didn't have any strength at this moment, and was dragged into the crowd by that iron-like hand.
…
Xian Yuqing's shadow silently passed over the crowd, with confusion in his eyes.
It was still there just now, why did it disappear in the blink of an eye?
…
The guards took a few people and stood in the direction where Chi Ming was going to come out, but they didn't wait for anyone.
Why hasn't Chi Ming come out yet?
…
Jing Hengbo on the boat didn't care about Chi Ming's whereabouts. As soon as Pei Shu made a move, she knew that Chi Ming was dead.
Ying Baibaiqi might still abide by the agreement, only abolishing martial arts, Pei Shu, the devil king, hehe, it would be strange to obey.
This is also good, to avoid future troubles.
She never had much kindness towards her enemies.
She concentrated on the "test paper" in her hand.
The scholars below looked at her with bated breath.
The queen read it quickly, laughing while watching, hope and anticipation welled up in the hearts of the scholars—is it my paper that the queen is reading?
Today, the Queen's battle to become famous will definitely cause a sensation in the world, and her comments on the scholars on the Qujiang River will also spread throughout the world.
The scholars were short of breath, and the common people waited eagerly.
"Hahahaha..." The queen suddenly laughed, "The tortoiseshell talent is so amazing and brilliant, it blinded me!"
The scholars were excited and stood on tiptoe desperately in the boat.
"For example, this one, Cui Wu from Heyuan." Jing Hengbo picked up one and tilted his head.
"Late birth!" the scholar whose name was named shouted excitedly, his voice loud and clear, fearing that no one would hear him, he urged the boatman to row the boat quickly, "Hurry up! Hurry up! Take me there to receive the reward!"
"...The queen is the destiny, and the tortoiseshell patriarch has no right to resist. Send hundreds of well-educated scholars to shout across the river, and understand the righteousness of the country with emotion. It will definitely make the tortoiseshell patriarch repent and pray Come down to Your Majesty..." Jing Hengbo laughed loudly, "Brother Cui, why bother to send hundreds of people? Since I am the Queen of Destiny, I am naturally full of domineering aura. I will stand in front of the city gate, then The tortoiseshell patriarch should just fall down and bow down with a shock."
The people burst into laughter, and someone shouted: "There is no need for the queen to work. The queen will issue an edict here, and the tortoiseshell patriarch should open the middle door to welcome him."
"Even if it's troublesome to make an order, the queen snorted, and the tortoiseshell patriarch should kowtow immediately."
"It's tiring to hum. Why don't you ask this talented Cui to hum at the gate of Shangyuan City. He is the queen's angel. Wherever he goes naturally, the patriarch will come down upon hearing the wind..."
Those who mocked were both common people and scholars, and that Cui was stunned as if he had been poured on his head by cold water, but at this time he had already ordered the boat to sail to the middle of the river, and at this moment, under the eyes of everyone, he felt the ridicule from all directions, and was instantly ashamed and indignant. Just can't wait to plunge into the water.
"I don't know the enemy, but I don't know myself. I only know how to flatter horses, what use are you for?" Jing Hengbo waved his hand, and the snow-white paper rolled into the river, "Negative points, **** off!"
Cui Yuan didn't say a word, turned around and hurriedly sailed away. The scholars on the river saw him fleeing in desperation, and thought of the Queen's arrogance, and she didn't save face at all, so don't let it be your turn...the gloating momentarily went away , were a little apprehensive.
Jing Hengbo could see clearly from above, and snorted coldly.
In the wild land, the folk customs are really not very good. The so-called poor mountains and rivers are full of troublesome people. There is indeed some truth. The warriors are violent and the literati are arrogant!
I owe you a lesson, then I will teach you personally, Your Majesty!
She was about to pick up a scroll, when suddenly a cold arrow came through the air with a hissing sound, and with a flash of black light, it went straight to Cui Shizi who was driving downstream in desperation.
The man was downcast and wanted to go ashore, so he might as well raise his head, and the cold arrow had already arrived at the door.
The scholars screamed loudly.
Jing Hengbo on the boat was startled, he didn't expect that there would be a cold arrow shooting at the scholars at this time, and it was shot from among the people, he cried inwardly.
She commented and scolded people just now, if the scolded person died here, people would immediately sympathize with the deceased and blame her for acting violently and failing to fulfill her duty of protection.
But the arrow was tricky, Cui was eager to leave, and chose the most secluded place to go ashore, surrounded by trees or people, and her guards were either still on guard outside or on the boat, which was beyond her reach.
If the arrow is flying like thunder, it will tear people's lives, and it will also destroy Jing Hengbo's victory today.
Suddenly the boat under Cui Yuan's feet swayed, he couldn't stand and fell backwards.
The arrow shot past his head, only missing by a hair's breadth.
At the same time, a soft wind blew through the crowd. Wherever the wind passed, the people fell down one after another, but one person jumped up from the crowd and fled away like lightning.
Jing Hengbo waved his hand on the boat, and the arrow that shot in the air shot back and passed through the man's thigh. The man screamed and fell to the ground, and the guards rushed over to arrest the man.
Dazzling by the series of changes, Jing Hengbo on the boat had already let out a faint smile, "Hang this man up on the gate of Shangyuan City."
Only then did everyone understand that this person must be a killer agent sent by the tortoiseshell patriarch, who wanted to shoot arrows at the scholars who dared to offer advice to Jing Hengbo, so as to warn the tortoiseshell people and Jing Hengbo.
The tortoiseshell patriarch was ruthless, and Jing Hengbo went mad, without even asking, he hung the heavy slap on your city gate, and immediately slapped the tortoiseshell patriarch's face back.
"The witch is rampant!" The figures in the crowd flashed, and many people jumped up. Some shot arrows at the big boat, some snatched the captives, and some rushed towards Jing Hengbo.
"Assassin! Assassin!" The scholars shouted in panic, and hurriedly drove the boat back. At the beginning, they said boldly, "The river is flowing across the river, and the flames of war are raging. We will hit the middle of the river and go upstream, composing poems in the rain of gunpowder and arrows, and beating drums in battle. Zhongcheng Fu, one song breaks the formation, half of the river is red, the literature spreads to thousands of ears, and the poem shocks thousands of people." They are all forgotten.
Jing Hengbo was on the boat, laughing loudly.
With a wave of his hand, an assassin who rushed towards the big ship fell into the water halfway.
Without looking up, she opened the scroll.
"...Dig a tunnel under the city wall of Shangyuan, diverting water from the moat..." She read in a calm voice, "This person has read military books for a few days, but may I ask, how do you dig a tunnel? How do you dig a tunnel without the tens of thousands of Shangyuan troops? How to dig a tunnel under the eyes of the thousand-man team at the top of the city? Even if the Shangyuan army is dead, I will dig it for you. Do you know the materials used for the Shangyuan city wall? How thick is it? How many people and how long should it take to dig through the tunnel? Without counting the volume of the moat, the amount of water, and the area inside the city, how can a moat flood a city of 300,000 people? Literati are not afraid of reading indiscriminately, they are afraid of reading indiscriminately! Negative points, **** off!"
The scrolls are like snow, flying on the river.
A cold arrow came, but she didn't move. With a wave of her hand, a person fell into the river with a scream.
Even without changing the smile on her face, she unfolded the scroll again.
"...You can use a beauty trick to make the tortoiseshell patriarch self-destruct the Great Wall... You are a soldier in the barracks. You have been a soldier for three years, and a sow is as good as a queen? Have you never seen any woman in the palace? Even if you find a stunning beauty, tortoiseshell If the patriarch is really a person who can be moved by the wind blowing on a woman's pillow, Shangyuan City has already belonged to the Three Clans, Four Alliances, Seven Gangs and Thirteen Taibao! I advise you, don't use your own **** thinking to guess others, you in the world of local tyrants Never understand. Negative score, **** off!"
With a wave of his hand, the paper scroll danced with the cold wind, and the point of a sword shot by a rushing assassin suddenly turned around and pierced into his neck.
Jing Hengbo didn't even look at it, frowning and flipping through the paper, her patience was almost worn out by these nonsensical answers.
"...Icicle frozen city, surprise attack on a snowy night... What the hell! Do you think this is a field siege? Negative points, **** off!"
"...to lure the enemy out of the city, and use the height of Qushan to charge and kill them with a single stroke of cavalry... that's it! I'll send you to lure them! Lose points and get lost!"
Scrolls of paper flew out like snowflakes, tumbling and dancing on the surface of the river.
There were assassins who were slapped on the face by these negative score rolls, covering up the shadows of swords and swords, and the voices of people screamed.
She was reviewing papers among the flying arrow assassins, commenting casually on the world's scholars, casually and unrestrained, as if watching them off, waving the five strings.
The common people stopped being agitated, and looked at the Queen with admiration—laughing and cursing, snapping away at the enemy, the stories and characters that can only be seen in this kind of drama, today they saw vividly, the river flowing across the river, the sky and the moon, making her a stage alone.
Scholars are another scene. They dodge the flying arrows, fearful of assassins, and worry that the next moment they will be thrown out is their own paper, and they are even more afraid of the queen's incomparably cruel and terrifying mouth—more so than during the big exam. Fang Shi's pen is much more vicious.
The papers kept flying, and Jing Hengbo scolded and commented. Although she didn't know the art of war, she had two famous generals by her side, and she asked for advice a lot along the way. Knowing the basic truth is better than these ignorant Confucians. Today she deliberately tested the art of war, in fact, the main reason was to suppress the arrogance of the scholars who came to join him, otherwise everyone would think that she was Jing Hengbo's savior, who would have the patience to serve a group of masters.
She cursed slickly, and randomly took out a copy, "You can sneak in first..." Suddenly stopped, "Huh", thought for a while, and put the paper aside.
Everyone's spirits lifted—someone has been chosen! who is it!
Jing Hengbo didn't read the content anymore. Of course, the acceptable strategy should be read out in public to prepare for the tortoiseshell patriarch?
With the beginning of this paper, she scolded and selected. When the white paper floated on the Qujiang River, she also selected ten papers at hand.
The ten copies were shown to Yingbai and Pei Shu, and the two nodded. Jing Hengbo asked them to choose a better top three, and Yingbai and Pei Shu each selected three. Jing Hengbo took a look, and found that two of them overlapped, and they were the best papers that the two commanders had no objection to, and there was a difference in the other one. She looked at it, and she understood a little bit in her heart.
That paper was the first answer she chose. The strategy was softer and took a long time. Yingbai has a loose temper. Although he is a famous general, he is not bloodthirsty, so he chose it. Pei Shu is a bloodthirsty demon king, so of course he doesn't like this kind of strategy.
She was already thinking about it, so she put away the paper. But Yingbai said: "You take the art of war as a topic and humiliate them so much that they are afraid that they won't follow after they wake up."
Jing Hengbo giggled, and glanced at the cabin out of the corner of his eye, "No compliance? Alright, then just wait until you're ashamed to death."
Before the words fell, someone from below protested: "Queen! Your test today is unfair to us!"
At this time, the assassin was either dead or captured, and the papers had already been read. There was no threat or hope around the scholars. Thinking of being so humiliated in public today, the fire of resentment suddenly ignited.
"Oh?" Jing Hengbo smiled and looked around.
"That's right! It's not fair!" One person spoke up, everyone supported, and immediately became more humane, "I'm a three-year-old boy who has studied hard for more than ten years. Classes are something that generals should learn. How could we have read them? Today, the Queen chose a subject that we are not good at, and used her own strengths to attack our weaknesses. She wantonly criticized and ridiculed, of course we will not accept it!"
"Oh?" Jing Hengbo was still laughing, "Then what are you good at?"
"Naturally, it is a beautiful article, poetry and song!"
"Oh, poems and songs." Jing Hengbo nodded, "That's right, literati, it's normal not to be good at the art of war. You should all learn poetry and songs well, right?"
"Three steps into a poem, five steps into a composition, without adding points to the composition, it will be completed immediately!"
"That's awesome," Jing Hengbo held his chin, "Are you guys going to show off your poetry and song skills here?"
"Please the Queen give us a chance to wash our shame!"
"But if I say, in fact, you are not good at martial arts, and you are not good at writing, even if you are given the opportunity to recite poems and make fuss, you still don't understand?"
"Queen don't want to talk nonsense and insult us! Is it okay, you will know after trying!"
Seeing that the scholars' anger had reached its peak, Jing Hengbo nodded.
"That's okay, I'm tired, you all recommend some of the most outstanding ones, and let's fight poetry with me."
There was a whisper at the bottom, and a few people were quickly pushed out. Jing Hengbo watched coldly, and found that they seemed to have a dispute in the end. It seemed that someone recommended himself and was rejected first. The person did not know what he said, and everyone showed shock. Then let that person join, from a distance, the person who joined later, his figure is bloated.
"Please enlighten me, Your Majesty!" Five people were selected from the other side, and they shouted loudly to the big ship.
"I'm talented and well-educated. It's boring to compete with you." Jing Hengbo crossed Erlang's legs and asked Zirui Yongxue beside him, "Where are you going?"
"Return to Your Majesty, I'm afraid of being suffocated by sour gas." Zirui Yongxue refused solemnly.
"Yingbai?"
"Hehe, it's better to drink."
"Pei Shu?"
"Grandfather only likes to kill people."
"Abandoned by God?"
"They're too ugly, don't."
"Boss?"
"It's difficult to raise a scholar and a villain, what does your Majesty think of my sentence?"
When a group of people asked, everyone was dismissive, and the faces of the tortoiseshell scholars were ashen.
A few old people in the crowd, wearing bamboo hats, looked at the boat and sighed, "Your Majesty is still too young. You are young and vigorous, and you don't care about other people's feelings. I also know that scholars are arrogant, so I have no intention of stopping Your Majesty. I don't want His Majesty to seem to control Can't hold back, this... the previous comment is enough, this is too humiliating, I'm afraid it will chill the hearts of scholars in the world."
"Yes, it's too much. It's too much. After today, I'm afraid there will be no scholars willing to serve His Majesty."
"Unless there is a poem fight, His Majesty once again convinces everyone completely, and there is nothing to say."
"It's not easy to say, literature is not the first, and literati are so proud of their talents. If you want to make a whole lot of scholars completely admire, it is difficult for even a literary giant."
"It's over, it's over..."
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"Oh, my subordinates are afraid of your amazing talent, what if no one is willing to fight with you?" Jing Hengbo smiled pretendingly, then suddenly slapped his head, and suddenly said, "Why did you forget about the dog?" ?”
"Pfft." The solemn Zirui sprayed out.
"Please, Lord Dog!"
Uncle Er Gouzi walked out of the cabin and jumped onto Jing Hengbo's arm. He seemed to enjoy the attention of everyone. He glanced around majestically and patted Jing Hengbo's face with his wings. You, Lord Dog is covering you."
"I'll just wait for Lord Dog to cover me." Jing Hengbo nodded in satisfaction, and said to the stunned scholars on the river, "This is my bird, and it can sing a few poems. As long as you win it today, I will lose it." .”
There was a dead silence.
A moment later, the roar of the scholars almost capsized the ship.
"Too much deceit!"
"Insulting Sven!"
"It's unreasonable! It's unreasonable!"
Some people started to throw stones, some people waved their sleeves angrily, some people ordered the boat to sail, refusing to be on the same river with such an arrogant queen, more people cursed loudly, their faces were red with anger, and even the people on the shore who had nothing to do with themselves, Most of them shook their heads slightly.
"It's getting worse..."
But someone suddenly said: "Let me try."
That voice was mixed with the crowd of angry voices, weak and powerless, but Jing Hengbo captured it. She looked at him with a smile and found that it was the obese figure from before.
It was far away, and the figure could not be seen clearly. From a distance, the man bowed to the boat and said, "Wan Sheng Chai Yu, I have seen Your Majesty."
Jing Hengbo was startled when he heard the name, and turned around to flip through the five selected answer sheets.
Among them, the answer sheet that caused Yingbai and Pei Shu to disagree was signed by Chai Yu.
She suddenly became interested, raised her hand and said: "Excuse me. Since Lord Dog is a bird, there is no need to confront you with poems. You can write questions as you like."
At this time, the scholars stopped listening to their conversation. Many people complained loudly that Chai Yu's move was degrading and humiliating.
"Please take the scenery of Qujiang today as the topic." Chai Yu seemed to be out of breath, although his posture was elegant, his tone was very low.
Jing Hengbo fed Er Gouzi a piece of fragrant cake, patted it on the head, and said in a low voice: "Chunjiang Huayueye, don't come later who curses."
Er Gouzi cleared his throat, paced proudly on the railing, ate a bite of cake, and looked at the moon. It looked like he was in the middle of a draft.
Feifei quietly jumped up from the side, staring at Er Gouzi with a bit of jealousy, it seemed very unfair that today he gave this stupid bird a big show.
Although the scholars were angry, they were also somewhat curious, wanting to know if this bird could really recite poems. Who knew that after waiting for a long time, the bird only cared about eating cakes, and felt that it was being played again. to go.
On the big boat, Er Gouzi suddenly spoke.
"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea grows together with the tide. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles. Where can there be no moonlight on the spring river! Tingshang Baisha can't see..."
The backs of the people who turned around froze, the mouths of those who cursed were open, and more people suddenly raised their heads and stared at Er Gouzi, their eyes protruding like ghosts.
Most people's heads went blank, as if struck by lightning.
How can it be?
How can it be!
Even people who haven't read many books at this moment can tell that what the bird is singing is definitely a good poem.
It can even be said to be a wonderful poem.
"Good poetry!" Several old men in the crowd had twinkling eyes and trembling hands stroking their beards, "From the river to the sea, from the sea to the moon, from the moon to the flower forest, from the flower forest to the characters, it's so wonderful Hao Dian. It is also clear and clear, beautiful and melodious, singing three sighs, with endless aftertaste, it not only produces fresh beauty, but also has excellent rhythm... Wonderful! Wonderful!"
"The slanting moon sinks and hides the sea fog, the Jieshi 520 novel has infinite roads, I don't know how many people will return by the moon, and the falling moon shakes the trees in the river..." Er Gouzi continued to talk endlessly.
"Quickly take a pen and paper and write it down!" Someone's hands were trembling, and he hurriedly ordered his family to go to a shop to buy pens and ink.
"... A bunch of boring idiots, hurry up and make way for the master!" Er Gouzi finished reciting in a cadence, conscious that his last two sentences were the best.
Jing Hengbo spewed out a sip of tea—the habit of half-poetry and half-swearing, I can't get rid of it even if I die!
But at this time, no one cared about Er Gouzi's scolding, the boat was drifting downwind, and the scholars stood stiffly on the boat, some people's eyes were straightened, and some people murmured and repeated, "Who on the riverside sees the moon for the first time, when the river moon shines on people at the beginning of the year?" With tears streaming down their faces, some people opened their mouths wide to look at Er Gouzi, wondering if this is a ghost bird possessed by the poet. The river wind blew past, and everyone's backs were cold.
Jing Hengbo looked down with a smile—how could he dare to go to Liangshan without three points? How dare you humiliate the world's scholars without the **** bird and the two dogs?
"Good poem..." Chai Yu was still the calmest, and sighed softly, "Just this one piece is enough to conquer the wilderness. It must have been written by His Majesty. The beauty of it is really hard to describe. Please accept my respect from Your Majesty." .” After speaking, he bowed to the end, more humble than before.
He respects Hengjue's poems even more than his status as a queen. Jing Hengbo has a good impression of him. He thinks that this person is bloated and clever, and he is a character. Two dogs."
She didn't want to go to another world and become famous all over the world by plagiarism. This plot is rotten, okay?
Chai Yu smiled lightly and said, "I'm too late to be talented, so I still want to ask for advice."
Some scholars came to their senses and were really unwilling to do so. They thought that maybe they had asked the great Confucianism to do the trick in advance, so that the parrot could memorize it. They hurriedly said loudly: "Yes, we have to change the title! Change it again!"
"please."
Er Gouzi rolled his golden eyes, the light in his pupils was shining, and even his beak seemed to be full of ridicule.
"Didn't Your Majesty want to occupy Shangyuan? Please use the theme of war!"
There are sneers on the corners of the scholars' mouths. Tonight, the topic of Qujiang's essay on martial arts may be guessed first. If it is changed to war, it must not be possible, right?
Jing Hengbo patted Er Gouzi on the head, "Dark clouds overwhelm the city..."
"Dark clouds overwhelm the city, and the city is about to be destroyed. The light of the armor opens to the golden scales of the sun. The sound of horns fills the sky in the autumn scenery, stuffed with swallow fat and condensed night purple; the half-rolled red flag is facing Yishui..."
There was a loud noise, followed by a terrible silence. On the surface of the river, only Er Gouzi's strange voice echoed, with an ugly accent, reciting ancient poems.
"Spicy, rich and colorful, unparalleled in creativity, and the use of color is unique in the world!" The agitated old man threw off his hat, and the white-haired Chang Fang was insane.
"Quickly! Quickly copy!" The group of old men below ignored him, grabbed the scroll, and without a table, they lay down on the tree and began to copy.
"...Reporting to the king on the golden stage, supporting the jade dragon to die for the king, and packaging talents in a foolish way, the tortoiseshell scholar is really shameless!" Er Gouzi ended his speech.
The scholars were about to go crazy, and someone shouted: "I beg my girlfriend to complain!"
The queen is high-spirited, singing all the way forward, or the war poems are already prepared, but the boudoir poems-does she have that state of mind?
Jing Hengbo was suddenly a little dazed.
She was a little worried about this topic.
Under the trees on the shore, and on a small boat, someone watched her quietly.
Immediately, Jing Hengbo came to his senses and patted Er Gouzi, "Red crisp hand."
"Red crispy hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows, the east wind is evil, the joy is weak, the heart is full of melancholy, and I have been away for a few years. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!"
Er Gouzi uttered the wrong three times, raising his voice, his voice was so weird, it was full of resentment and grief.
The river is quiet.
Jing Hengbo's hands trembled.
Under the shadow of the trees on the bank, Yeluqi, who had been looking at her with a smile on his knees, sighed softly.
On the small boat by the river, the cup in his hand trembled, cracked a crack.
wrong! wrong! wrong!
How much joy is thin, how helpless and how far away, in the end, swallowing tears and pretending to be happy, falling into the river and saying wrong!
…
The voice on the river became weaker and weaker, and the tone became more and more respectful.
"Ask for Wing Chun words!"
"The warm sun and the wind in the spring mountains, the curtains and curtains of the pavilions, the willows and swings in the courtyard, the songbirds and swallows, the little Qiao flowing water and flying red..."
"Ask for bold words!"
"The scenery is different in autumn. Hengyang geese leave without paying attention. There are sounds from all sides. In thousands of mountains, the city is closed with long smoke and sunset..."
"I beg for the poetry of Yongxue..."
"...The sun is setting and the mountains are far away, the sky is cold and the white house is poor, the chaimen hears the dog barking, and people return home on a snowy night..."
The voices on the river gradually died down, the eyes of the scholars were straightened, and the wonderful poems were slapped again and again. Asking how much is self-defeating, and how much unwillingness is to follow the surging river at this moment—that bird is like a bird. A peerless poet, full of endless exquisite poems, any one of them is enough to kill people, how can there be such a talent in this world? How is it possible to have such a talent?
I can't believe it, I don't dare to believe it, but I have to believe it. Everyone has never heard of these poems, so they are definitely not plagiarized. A random poem like this will shock the world.
How many people sat down slumped, and suddenly felt at a loss. Ten years of hard work, a lot of knowledge, is not as good as a bird, what is the point?
Jing Hengbo laughed inwardly—what are you talking about, why are you not convinced, what you are facing now is a five-thousand-year-old China, and the brightest pearls in the mountains of poetry are the condensed literary talents of the real Chinese culture , the peak essence handed down from thousands of poems, this can't overwhelm you, don't those poets, poets, heros and ghosts crawl out of the ground and vomit blood?
It is not wrong to lose to the essence of five thousand years of culture in one place!
Several sages and Confucians were whispering.
"Poetry is good poetry, but it is not made by one person."
"Of course, everyone's poetry style is mostly not far from each other. However, these poems have different styles, such as rich and colorful, fresh, ethereal, or light. If it was written by one person, that person would have gone crazy!"
"This girl is cheating again!"
"That's good. It's not enough to convince the public. Oh, I'm going to copy and print these wonderful poems, and give the students a copy to study hard. I don't know if there are any in the Queen's place. Let's ask her for it."
"Old man, if you want to abduct someone to help the queen, just say so, do you need to beat around the bush?"
"Hehe, brothers, don't be so busy scolding me. Look at the demeanor of Her Majesty the Queen today. She is an ordinary person who can hold the entire tortoiseshell civil and military talent in the palm of her hand. I said she is not a thing in the pool, and she will rise. Could it be wrong?"
"All right, all right, you're the only one with wisdom eyes!"
…
Finally, no one spoke on the river.
Everyone lost the strength to speak.
It was still Chai Yu, with flickering eyes and looking forward, bowed to the end on behalf of everyone, and said sincerely: "Your Majesty is talented, and the scolding is justified! I am convinced!"
At this time, the scholars are like eggplants beaten by frost, and no one cares about being represented.
Jing Hengbo patted Er Gouzi on the head and signaled him to get out. Er Gouzi was so beautiful, he was still reluctant to part with himself, and muttered: "Master Dog can still recite a hundred poems..." He was kicked off the side of the boat by Pei Shu.
The young marshal is in a bad mood today - he has no good looks from the beginning to the end, killing people is not a pleasure, he is not as good as a bird!
Jing Hengbo smiled, and suddenly missed Cake Girl very much at this moment. She can memorize so many poems purely because of Cake Girl. That girl has bad intentions, she knows