Datang: God-level son-in-law, salted fish will become stronger

In fact, Wang Xuanlin's revenge for Zhang Liancheng was just a matter of convenience, and the main purpose was to discredit Qin Mu.

The old ministers and generals next to Li Er are politically opposed to the Five Surnames and Seven Wangs.

Especially in the standpoint of poor families and aristocratic families.

Therefore, they would never allow Qin Mu, the nephew of the eldest grandson Wuji, to enter the officialdom smoothly.

"Wang Xuanlin, you are courting death!"

The fiery Cheng Chumo pointed at Wang Xuanlin and cursed angrily.

When his temper comes up, he doesn't care what your five surnames are.

Changsun Chong looked around, held Cheng Chumo, shook his head and said, "Why did you beat him, it dirty our hands."

For a moment, he observed the situation.

If it's not good for them to do something, and if things get bigger, they won't take it seriously.

Although Cheng Chumo had a violent temper, he always listened to Chang Sun Chong's words.

He glared at Wang Xuanlin and sat down.

Wang Xuanlin snorted coldly. Unexpectedly, Chang Sun Chong saw through the trick.

Immediately afterwards, he cast his eyes on Qin Mu again, raised his eyebrows and said, "What about Brother Qin, haven't you figured it out yet? Or are you just a fame-seeker?"

Then he glanced at Changsun Chong, Qin Huaiyu...

"You don't think that you can run wild in Chang'an just by relying on a few of them to support you."

Qin Mu raised his head, looked at him, his eyes were frosty, and said softly, "You are not worthy."

There was an uproar in the hall.

You are not worthy of the three words reverberating in the hall, knocking in Wang Xuanlin's heart.

Never before has a commoner dared to talk to him like this.

Wang Xuanlin held back his anger, thought about his heart, and took a step back, "Are you saying that I am unworthy, or that the whole hall is full of princes and grandchildren, the famous family and the princess of Xiangcheng are unworthy?"

Wang Xuanlin succeeded in creating a wave of hatred for Qin Mu.

He believed that the more Qin Mu pretended to be calm, the more helpless he would be.

"That is, today is a poetry meeting, and the competition is to compose poems. If you say that those present are not worthy of listening to your poems, then why are you here?"

Zhang Liancheng took advantage of the situation and stomped on Qin Mu a few times.

Murder and kill!

"Hmph, a mere poor family, a commoner, doesn't pay attention to me, how arrogant!"

"To be able to come to our poetry club is to flatter him, and he has become proud."

"Come here, fork this madman out."

......

Qin Mu was instantly pushed to the forefront and became the target of public criticism.

On the side, Changsun Chong's face turned ashen, he didn't expect to fall into Wang Xuanlin's tricks.

It's okay to provoke Wang Xuanlin, but if everyone is an enemy, it will be difficult.

Princess Xiangcheng looked at Qin Mu with expectation in her eyes, "Qin Mu, I want to see how you break the situation."

Looking at the glaring gazes of the people in the hall, Qin Mu remained calm.

He really underestimated this Wang Xuanlin.

I wanted to be a low-key person, Salted Fish Datang, why is it always unsettled?

Qin Mu stared into Wang Xuanlin's eyes, and said coldly, "If I compose a poem, I'm afraid you won't even have the chance to shout surrender."

"Hahaha..." Wang Xuanlin laughed wildly, pointed at Qin Mu and said, "I, Wang Xuanlin, thought I was arrogant, but I didn't expect you, Qin Mu, to be above me."

"Do you think you can suppress this nobleman who is full of poetry and books with just one mouth?"

Without the slightest fear, Qin Mu said calmly: "Whoever loses, crawl out from here, one step at a time, I'm a bastard, how dare you!"

The eldest Sun Chong on the side panicked, he didn't expect Qin Mu to be so stubborn.

"Cousin..." He tugged at the corner of Qin Mu's clothes.

"Okay, I'll bet with you!" Wang Xuanlin hurriedly agreed as if afraid of Qin Mu's repentance.

He has read poetry and books since he was a child, and he studied under the great Confucianism. When it comes to composing poems, he is really not afraid of anyone, let alone Qin Mu, who is from a humble family.

"This... this Qin Mu is so stubborn? Dare to play like this?"

"It's true that people can't be judged by appearances. If my father knows that I am betting like this, he will break my legs."

"This is a good show to watch. One side is the Wang family, and the other is the Changsun's mansion. Whoever loses will not even think about raising his head in Chang'an City..."

......

The people who eat melons wish the two could fight more intensely.

Princess Xiangcheng raised her beautiful eyes slightly, "This Qin Mu is really unimaginable..."

Chang Sun Chong's face was livid, and he said in a deep voice: "Cousin, you are confused, can't you see that this is his trap?"

Today, if Qin Mu is really defeated and climbs out from here, he will insult the reputation of the Changsun Mansion.

Besides, Changsun Wuji belongs to the imperial family and is the elder brother of Empress Changsun.

Even if Chang Sun Chong died, he would not dare to play like this.

If Changsun Wuji knew that he brought Qin Mu here, he would have to skin him.

Qin Mu saw Changsun Chong's worry, and said in a low voice, "Cousin, don't worry, even if Qin Mu dies, he won't disgrace the name of Changsun's residence."

Chapter 9: If I lose to you, I will seal my life

Wang Xuanlin looked at Qin Mu and said impatiently.

"Have you two brothers been lingering enough? How long do we have to wait?"

Qin Mu ignored him, got up and walked towards the hall, stopped by the table, and took a pen to write.

Swipe a pen and splash the ink, and the pen will follow the dragon and the snake.

In just a moment, a piece of poetry was completed.

Book it.

Qin Mu threw the pen on the table, looked at Wang Xuanlin, and said lightly: "If you can surpass this poem, I, Qin Mu, will never write poems or inscriptions in this life."

proud!mighty!Domineering...

This was the impression everyone in the hall had of Qin Mu at this time.

The poetry meeting had been held dozens of times, but it was the first time they had seen such an incomprehensibly crazy person like Qin Mu.

Where does this confidence come from?

Everyone doesn't know.

"Arrogance!" Wang Xuanlin cursed angrily, "If I, Wang Xuanlin, lose to you today, I will seal my pen for this life."

Hearing this, Qin Mu smiled slightly, and the fish took the bait.

Since Wang Xuanlin provoked him, he would never show mercy.

What five surnames and seven wangs, aristocratic family, Qin Mu is not afraid of anyone.

Wang Xuanlin stepped forward quickly and grabbed the poem.

Contemptuous sweep.

First he was taken aback, then surprised, and then his eyes widened like copper bells.

"how can that be!"

His fingertips pierced through the paper.

At this moment Wang Xuanlin wanted to tear this poem into pieces.

How he wished he had never seen this poem, how he wished he hadn't come to the poetry meeting, how he wished he hadn't offended Qin Mu.

Thinking of the bet just now, cold sweat oozed from Wang Xuanlin's forehead.

"No! I must not lose!"

Wang Xuanlin's eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness, and he was about to destroy the poem.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Chumo had already rushed to his side, and said contemptuously: "What's the matter, Mr. Wang? You are so shocked that you can't speak?"

As he spoke, he snatched the poem from Wang Xuanlin's hand.

Just now, the elder Sun Chong gave Cheng Chumo a look and understood.

After fighting with Wang Xuanlin for so long, Chang Sun Chong was very clear about his every move.

"you!"

Wang Xuanlin looked at Cheng Chumo viciously.

But Cheng Chumo didn't pay any attention to his tricks.

Holding the poem, he passed Wang Xuanlin's side and handed it to Changsun Chong.

Seeing this scene, everyone was also very curious.

What kind of poem did Qin Mu write that made Wang Xuanlin lose his composure?

After reading the poem, Chang Sun Chong was horrified, and hurriedly shook off the paper and showed it to everyone.

All the curious people came forward in clusters.

Without reading the poems, Qin Mu's handwriting alone is refreshing.

Join the army.

Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain,

Gucheng looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.

Huangsha wears golden armor in battles,

If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it.

On the paper, the jumping and agile words were read out word by word by the people around.

What followed was shock.

There is no sound, and the needle drop can be heard.

And the tranquility was broken again, and the cheers like a stormy sea shocked the hall.

What kind of state of mind is it to write such a quatrain.

Qin Mu felt the cheers around him and didn't take it seriously.

Poet fairy, poet sage, poet ghost possessed.

5000 years of historical heritage and poetry blessing.

At this time, in terms of poetry in Tang Dynasty, no one can hold Qin Mu's back.

"Good poems, really good poems, how could such quatrains come from the poor family?"

"With just this one, today's poetry meeting will be over, and there is no other poem that can be compared with it..."

"Qin Mu is truly an astonishing talent. Not only did he write a holy script, but this poem is even more shocking..."

The attitude of the people who eat melons towards Qin Mu has undergone a 180-degree change.

The people behind rushed forward, wanting to see the elegance of this poem.

At this time, everyone recalled Qin Mu's words "you are not worthy" again, it was not arrogant or exaggerated at all.

There is no way, Qin Mu's poem is really a quatrain through the ages.

The beginning of this poem depicts the magnificent and desolate frontier scenery of the Tang Dynasty, with Tubo in the west and Turks in the north.