Douluo: Bride Bibi Dong, eavesdrop on my heart

Chapter 72 Fighting Poetry

"Did you hear that? Stop quickly!"

"I believe that this young master may have misunderstood me, as long as the misunderstanding is resolved!"

Xue Qinghe spoke while maintaining a refined appearance.

If there is a girl who is not familiar with worldly affairs here, she will definitely gain a lot of favor because of Xue Qinghe's words and deeds.

But besides Du Bai, Bibi Dong, and Jasmine, there are only seven dogs here.

"Your Highness Qinghe is right, we are the ones who are being rude!"

"We don't care about this rude guy!"

"If the dog barks, can we still bark back? I'll spare your life!"

"His Royal Highness Qinghe is worthy of being the leader of the younger generation, with such a magnanimity, it can be called a sea of ​​people!"

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Qi Tiaogou once again praised Xue Qinghe, and belittled Du Bai by the way.

Being squeezed out and ridiculed by the eight dogs singing and singing together, no matter how good-tempered they are, they will get angry.

At this moment, Du Bai's face was extremely gloomy.

If it weren't for this trip, there are other plans, and I don't want to make troubles.

Du Bai had already smashed the parts of the eight beasts.

Bibi Dong on the side naturally understood that these eight people were humiliating Du Bai.

At this moment, Bibi Dong's pretty face was covered with frost, extremely cold.

But Du Bai didn't make a sound, and Bibi Dong didn't get angry either.

"Young master, gentlemen don't fight with fists and kicks, how dare you fight with His Highness Qinghe?"

At this time, a dog behind Xue Qinghe spoke.

"Yeah, you curse people as soon as you speak, and you can't write any good poems."

"That's why you said that if the quality of your poems is not good enough, you can enter Yuexuan."

At this time, another dog came out and said.

"Do you dare to compete with His Royal Highness Qinghe?"

"I believe you are a vulgar person, you can't write any poems!"

Two more dogs came out to speak for Xue Qinghe.

Du Bai, who originally kept his grudge silently and planned to kidnap the eight dogs at night, was taken aback for a moment.

[These eight people want to fight poetry with me? 】

A strange look appeared on Du Bai's face.

As a person on earth, but also a liberal arts student.

Isn't poetry and prose something that comes at your fingertips?

These guys really don't know good from bad, originally Du Bai didn't want to argue with them now.

But now they offer to fight poems.

Du Bai doesn't mind teaching them a lesson, let them know what poetry is!

Seeing Du Bai's expression froze, Xue Qinghe secretly rejoiced, this guy doesn't seem to understand poetry!
"Young master, I really want to exchange knowledge about poetry and prose with you!"

Xue Qinghe said gently.

"Okay, what kind of fight?"

Du Bai said calmly.

Originally, Du Bai wanted to scold the eight dogs, saying, "Then I will reluctantly teach you."

However, Du Bai understood.

If he uttered such a sentence, I am afraid that these dogs will fight to bark at him again.

Therefore, Du Bai went straight to the topic.

Of course, Du Bai silently recorded the appearance of these people, especially Xue Qinghe!

In the dead of night, Du Bai must go and take Xue Qinghe away and teach him a good lesson.

Isn't this Xue Qinghe very good at Xiaoji?
At that time, let Xue Qinghe serve the old cow plowing the field of the old lady next door.

"Fighting poetry is very simple, it is a stick of incense, Miss Jasmine chooses a topic, and each person composes a poem!"

"Then everyone present will evaluate the two poems and see which poem is better, and whoever wins!"

"If there is a big controversy, you can ask Mrs. Tang for a review!"

A dog came out and introduced the rules.

"Ok, no problem!"

Du Bai said lightly, exuding an air of confidence all over his body.

Fighting poetry is equivalent to singing Rap, given a theme, and quickly composing poems around the theme.

As a person on earth, and a liberal arts student.

Du Bai's poems and essays have a huge storage capacity.

Not to mention one poem, hundreds of poems are all at your fingertips.

Jasmine, Yuexuan's hostess, couldn't help being startled when she saw that the two sides were about to fight poetry.

Most of the people here are His Royal Highness the First Prince, if they are fighting poetry, it will be bad for Du Bai.

Unless the poems and essays written by Du Bai surpassed His Royal Highness the First Prince too much.

Otherwise, Du Bai will only lose.

But Jasmine couldn't find a fair and impartial person to criticize the poems for a while.

As the First Prince Xue Qinghe, I am afraid that most people will favor him.

"Ugh--"

Jasmine sighed inwardly.

I don't have a bad impression of Du Bai, I just hope Du Bai is okay.

"Guests, it's not good to write poems here, come to the lobby!"

Jasmine said gently.

In the lobby on the first floor of Yuexuan, there is a special place for guests to create.

At this moment, everyone is gathered around the gate, which is not very elegant.

Many pedestrians around had already stopped to watch, which obviously caused quite a commotion.

"No, just here, just give me paper and ink!"

Du Bai said calmly.

Du Bai had already made up his mind, wrote the poem on the paper, clapped his hands and left.

"Hmph, what are you pretending to do!"

A dog made a disdainful sound.

"It's okay, since this young master likes to compose poems on paper, I will follow him."

Xue Qinghe waved his hand and said elegantly.

It has to be said that Xue Qinghe won a lot of goodwill by doing so.

Soon, pen, ink, paper and inkstone came.

"Miss Jasmine, it's up to you to choose a theme, thank you for your hard work!"

The First Prince Xue Qinghe spoke while maintaining a refined demeanor.

"Um"

After thinking for a moment, Jasmine smiled and said, "Then let's write the scene!"

"Invite two distinguished guests to write a poem on the theme of scenery within a stick of incense!"

"Okay, let's get started."

The First Prince Xue Qinghe said gently.

"It's really God helping me. I just thought of a poem about scenery before I came!"

"And the people here must follow me and support me to win!"

Xue Qinghe was secretly happy, it seemed that he had won the game for sure.

After hearing the topic.

Du Bai picked up the pen and began to scribble on the paper like a snake.

As a liberal arts student in his previous life, Du Bai's handwriting was very beautiful.

Even Du Bai's handwriting is so beautiful that he can go to a certain university's painting and calligraphy academy as a graduate student.

It's just because Du Bai's English is too bad, so he failed to admit the graduate student.

English is too torturous for Du Bai to learn.

At this time, Du Baiyang had already written a poem "Thoughts at a Quiet Night" by Li Bai, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty.

The moonlight in front of the bed,
Suspected of frost on the ground.

Looking up at the bright moon,
Looking down at your hometown.

Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" has only four short lines.

In the previous life, any child could recite it completely.

Of course, this is not to say that the poem "Thoughts in a Quiet Night" is ordinary.

On the contrary, this poem is very famous and can be called a unique creation through the ages.

The short four-line poem is fresh and simple, clear as words, simple in content, and endless in taste.

It not only writes about the moon scene, but also closely follows the theme.

What's more important is that this "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" doesn't stop at writing scenes.

It uses the scenery to express emotions at a deeper level, and misses the distant hometown and relatives with the help of the moon scenery.

The reason why I chose this poem was not because Du Bai was too poor to think of other good poems.

　Goodnight everybody! !Good morning! !good afternoon! !I wish you all a happy and happy day! !Good luck everyone! !
　　
　
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