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Li Qiang still pretended to be gentle.

Wu Cheng gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "My lord, I have seen it with my own eyes. Your Majesty has come here. It is obviously extraordinary for a woman to fascinate His Majesty. My lord, even if you can't win his favor, it is good to see her once." of."

Wu Cheng was persuasive, yes, he did succeed, but he seemed to have a different idea from Li Qiang.

What Li Qiang was thinking about was how to get this woman, offend the faint king and then dismember himself.

At this time, every talented person of letters has already gone to the high stage to show their talents.

"Then I'll try it too. Back then, I practiced calligraphy and poetry at home all the year round."

Li Qiang's two brothers looked at Wu Cheng with a murderous look, making Wu Cheng fearful.

In the eyes of the two, Wu Cheng is the son of a big traitor. They instinctively ignored Li Qiang's problems, but put all the problems on Wu Cheng.

When Li Qiang came on stage, all the literati were taken aback for a moment, and then roared with laughter.

"Isn't this the guard in front of the palace, His Majesty's guard? Why do you still want to compete with me in literary talent? You really can't control yourself."

"Yeah, do you really think of yourself as a poet? We may not be as good as you in terms of martial arts, but in terms of literary talent, you, a martial artist, are not as good as us."

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, a warrior, and a butcher, a cattle killer, wants to compete with us in poetry."

Li Qiang's complexion changed, and he gave the two brothers he swore a stable look, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth, saying: "You have to be careful, my two brothers are invincible fighters, if you get annoyed, you will die on the spot , I don't care."

Li Qiang's words shocked a group of talented people, all of them turned pale, Zhang Feng and Wang Fei's aura continued to rise, ordinary people could feel it, it was murderous.

"Hmph, don't worry about this martial artist, let's do our poetry."

One by one, literati, racking their brains, began to think of their own poems and write them on paper.

Li Qiang sneered in his heart, "Comparing poetry with me, you are really not your opponents, don't think that I am not your opponent because I have no two inks."

"I've recited three hundred Tang poems since I was a child."

After arriving in this world, Li Qiang discovered a fact, that is, his brain has become more agile, and many things that he couldn't remember before can be remembered when he wants to use them.

For example, the poems and essays I read in the previous life, although I couldn’t recite them in the previous life, but in this life, they are all clearly printed in my mind. Not only that, even my writing is similar to that of the calligraphy masters in the previous life. Almost, this is the benefit of human potential being developed and being human in two lifetimes.

All of a sudden——all the talented scholars who were still writing poems suddenly stopped writing in their hands, with a look of despair on their faces.

Because another person came on the platform, this person was handsome, holding a feather fan, came to Li Qiang alone, bowed slightly and said: "It's a pleasure to meet, it's a pleasure to meet, I didn't expect to meet the invincible general in front of the palace, Li Qiang, here, General Lee."

Even if people say good things, it is impossible for Li Qiang to put on a bad face and smile and say, "Your Excellency?"

"My name is Gongsun Yuan. I don't intend to be on stage today. I only drink and don't have fun, but I saw Brother Li on stage, so I can come on stage."

Hearing the whispers of people around him, Li Qiang knew that the Gongsun Yuan in front of him was not an ordinary person, but this year's top scholar in science and literature, and the most interesting thing was that it was not the kind of top scholar in science and literature who came to the scene by virtue of his connections, but purely in poetry , the champion of the new subject, determined to influence the emperor, is also true talent and learning.

Moreover, he speaks moderately, is polite, and can't find fault at all. It is impossible for such a person not to leave a good impression on others.

But Li Qiang still has confidence in himself, any champion in a new discipline is scum in front of him.

"Then please, Mr. Gongsun."

In the stands, there are fifteen seats in total, just right, Li Qiang gave up his seat, and Gongsun Yuan stepped forward to write a poem without hesitation.

Chapter 24

Chapter 24 I also have Wenqi

Standing behind these literati, Li Qiang looked very unharmonious. Although he was well dressed, the long sword on his waist seemed out of place. It was obviously a land of love and moon, but he looked a bit masculine.

Everyone stopped, wanting to see what earth-shattering poems this new top scholar in science and literature could write.

Gongsun Yuan was not too polite, he just grinded the ink himself, and then scribbled on the scroll.

"The day of hoeing is at noon."

Seeing the first line of the poem, Li Qiang almost popped his eyes out.

Fuck no way, this guy couldn't have time-traveled, how could it be such a coincidence?

Besides, is it appropriate to write such poems in this place?

But at the next moment, Gongsun Yuan's whole body was covered with white light, and everyone seemed to see an old farmer working in the fields under the sun, sweating profusely.

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, followed by exclamations from all the literati.

"Fuck, I can't be wrong, right? It's Wenqi? Wenqi, Wuqi, don't these things only exist in the prosperous age? Now this Great Qin..."

People with literary spirit are all Confucian scholars, and those who are powerful are even great Confucian scholars and literary sages.

Although not as powerful as a military general, if a scholar with literary spirit recites a war poem on the battlefield, then ordinary soldiers will be enveloped in literary spirit, infected by the poem, and their combat power will be at least doubled, or even more.

Legend has it that there is a sage in the literary world, a word of holy words directly transforms thousands of soldiers and horses in the world, and divine soldiers descend from the sky.

And there is a secret that His Majesty the Emperor Taizu has a great Confucian in the literary world by his side. Whenever this great Confucian goes to the battlefield, everyone is almost as if he has been beaten to death.

Now when the Great Qin Dynasty is in decline, it is shocking to see someone with literary spirit.

"Sweat drops to the ground..."

After the second line of poetry was written by Gongsun Yuan, a vision suddenly appeared in the whole Chunfeng Building, and everyone could see it clearly. They saw that the black and thin old man was plowing the fields, sweating profusely, but in order to live, And helpless.

Inside the palace, Qin Ying and the general were also dumbfounded.

This day brought them too many shocks. At the beginning, they discovered that Zhang Feng and Wang Fei were extraordinary, and now there is a new No. [-] scholar with literary spirit. Isn't this a bit nonsense?

They have lived for decades, and they have never seen such a thing. Both Qin Ying and the general believe that this is an era when the Great Qin is on the verge of extinction. It is impossible for someone to have a literary spirit, and it is understandable to have a martial spirit. After all, heroes emerge in troubled times.

"General, it seems that there is indeed a big problem with our talent selection system. I only know that Sun Yuan is very talented, but I never thought that this person can inspire literary spirit. If this person is cultivated more, he will really be on the battlefield. , but it is more effective than an invincible general."

"Old minister, what I'm thinking about now is not these things, but what I'm thinking about is that all these things appeared because of Lord Li, and Lord Li is really a blessed general of Great Qin."

The two looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

The poetry continues.

"Who knows the Chinese food..."

What kind of poetry is he going to do? Is it really appropriate to do such poetry in such a romantic place?

Everyone was a little confused, and even some people thought that Gongsun Yuan was here to mess things up.

Finally, Gongsun Yuan wrote on the paper, "Every grain is hard work..."

The last five characters fell on the paper, and the vision suddenly became real. Everyone was stunned, and some even shed tears.