This villain is very cautious

"Brother Bin! I have a song."

There was a flash of inspiration in Zhou Yurou's eyes, and she also got something.

"Yurouhui has a blue heart, is ice-snow smart, and if she wins the top spot, it will be a good story!"

A gentle smile appeared on Tang Bin's face, and he patted her head lovingly.

"Brother Bin, you are making fun of me again."

Zhou Yurou gave him a light hammer, took a step forward, saluted the Confucian scholars on the judging platform, and then saluted Hua Jieyu: "I take flowers as the topic,... "

After a poem came down, all the talented scholars applauded for a while.

The great Confucians on the judging platform closed their eyes to appreciate the artistic conception, and their faces showed satisfaction.

"The girl from the Zhou family was originally a well-known talented woman. Now that she has experienced a big change, she has a new understanding of emotions, and her poems have become fuller."

A great scholar stroked his beard and squinted his eyes, as if he was comprehending the meaning of the words.

"It's a pity that she is a woman, otherwise the old man would like to take her as a disciple and train her well."

"Let's introduce her to ** later, she should like this kind of talent very much."

"As far as the present is concerned, Miss Zhou's poem should be number one."

"I don't know if Tang Bin's work can overwhelm him."

"Don't forget, what the saint asks for is poetry, not words."

"Oh?"

After such a reminder, everyone reacted.

They all took a deep look at Zhou Yurou.

This woman still knows how to advance and retreat.

By writing such a good song, you don't have to worry about overwhelming Tang Bin's limelight, but you also showed your talent and gained your fame.

At the same time, it can also win Tang Bin's favor.

It can be said to serve multiple purposes.

"It's just a crooked word! As for boasting like this? I get goosebumps when I hear it. Are you all licking dogs?"

Wang Yu curled his lips and said in disdain.

"What did you say?"

Originally, everyone was going to forget about this guy, but he didn't expect this guy to jump out by himself.

"Oh.....Lack of culture, it's terrible! Although Xuanweihou's mansion followed the path of martial arts, Wang Yu has completed his 12 years of schooling, right? He even knows how to distinguish good and bad poems No, it's a pity!"

A great scholar let out a long sigh.

The rest of the Confucian scholars also shook their heads.

They have natural hostility towards Wang Yu who comes from a martial arts family.

"Since Yu Shizi said that Miss Zhou's words were not good, then Yu Shizi must have made better ones? Why don't you show them and let everyone appreciate them?"

A talented man ran on.

"That's right! The Marquis of Xuanwei is a great man of the generation, a great general of martial arts. Although Yu Shizi can't do martial arts, he must have a very good literary talent. Hurry up, read out your poems, and let us all see and see."

Seeing that Wang Yu was silent.

Everyone became more excited.

"Why? Yu Shizi can't even compose a poem, can he?"

"No way? How about I give you a song?"

"You're just joking, there are so many Nanako around Yu Shizi, how can I use you and me?"

......

The melon eaters also looked at Wang Yu with smiles on their faces.

It was also a pleasure for them to see Jiaofangsi Xiaobawang deflated in Jiaofangsi.

Let's see if this guy has the face to come to the Jiaofang Division to snatch girls from them.

"Brother Yu, why don't we slip away?"

Chen Feng suggested in a low voice.

Even with his thick skin, he couldn't stay any longer.

With no poems in hand, I have no confidence to argue!

Wang Yu drank a glass of wine and said lightly, "I'm afraid that if I write poetry, you will no longer have the courage to write poetry, and this good show will end early."

"Ok?"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Even the great Confucianists couldn't help but smile.

"Hehehehe, I never thought that Yu Shizi would be so confident in his literary talent."

A wit wiped away tears:

"Since that's the case, please ask Shizi Yu to read it out, so that I can see what kind of masterpiece it is, so that I can't wait to write poetry."

Wang Yu stood up unsteadily and burped.

"Since you strongly request, then this son will come up with a song."

The scene immediately fell silent.

All eyes fell on Wang Yu, his eyes full of anticipation.

Of course, this is not to expect him to come up with some great lines, but to see what ridiculous crooked poems he can come up with and how much they can make them happy.

There was a smile on the corner of Wang Yu's mouth.

Stretching out his hand to touch the decorative sword in the water pavilion, the long sword came out of its sheath.

Holding the jug, he leaped high, stepped on the lake a few times, and landed on the central stage. The long sword came after him. He took the sword with his right hand, and the tip of the sword touched Hua Jieyu's neck.

Everyone stood up at once.

"Wang Yu, what do you want to do?"

"Put down the sword quickly! That's the Holy Maiden of Feng Hua Xue Yue Lou."

"Quickly kneel down and be bound, otherwise Xuanweihou will not be able to protect you."

......

Everyone spoke out and scolded.

I thought Wang Yu jumped over the wall in a hurry.

However, Hua Jieyu had a smiling face like a flower, although he was pressed against by the sword, there was no trace of panic in his eyes.

Wang Yu raised his head, and the fine wine in the jug flowed into his mouth along the spout.

"Hmm~~, good wine!"

Drunkenness surged, and he said drunkenly: "I am in a good mood today, and I want to dance the sword. I wonder if Your Highness the Holy Maiden can dance with me?"

Hua Jieyu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Since Yu Shizi is so elegant, Xie Yu will accompany you."

"You actually agreed? Did the saint want to be a laughing stock?"

A young man with a puzzled look on his face.

"Hey~~, you can't say that. Although Wang Yu is a dude, after all, he came from the general family, so he is not useless. Have you forgotten? The sword dance of the Wang family is extremely famous."

his companion reminded.

"That's right, on His Majesty's birthday earlier, Xuanwei Hou presented a gift with a sword dance, which made His Majesty very happy and full of applause."

"I think the Holy Maiden reluctantly agreed because of this!"

......

On the stage, Wang Yu held a sword flower and read out his first poem.

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning."

"hiss----"

Just this one sentence made everyone stand there in a daze.

Several great Confucian scholars even felt as if they had been struck by lightning, their eyes were rounded, their whole bodies were shaken violently, and they only felt their scalps go numb.

Even the servants who have not completed the 12-year compulsory education are infected by this line of poetry, and the picture appears in their minds.

The Tianhe River is tilted and the waves are rolling.

Some people who couldn't stop the majestic momentum even knelt on the ground with a plop.

In Hua Jieyu's eyes, there was a flash of splendor.

She moved lightly with lotus steps, stepping on Wang Yu's rhythm, and dancing lightly to match him.

"You can't see, Gaotang Mingjing is sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow."

When Wang Yu recited the second line of the poem, the Confucians stood up collectively.

They pressed their hands on the judging stage, their eyes were wide open, and they stared at Wang Yu who was dancing sword on the stage, their eyes were full of disbelief.

As if seeing a ghost, he closed his eyes and carefully understood the meaning.

Several people felt the same way and shed tears.

Wang Yu's sword dance and Hua Jieyu's dance cooperated with each other to create a peerless dance.

Some people even saw a story about a general on the battlefield who loves and hates his red-eyed confidant from it.

But even this world-shattering dance can't cancel out the anticipation of the next verse.

The great Confucians clenched their fists and pricked up their ears.

For fear of missing a word.

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

After the sword dance, Wang Yu drank to the moon.

Then he fell to the ground, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone."

Chen Feng and the others had goosebumps all over their bodies, and they felt their blood churning, and they had the urge to howl to the sky.

They were only shocked by the first two sentences, but the latter two sentences resonated extremely strongly in their hearts.

Do not!

Not just them.

All the sons and brothers present felt their blood boil.

He chanted these two lines of poetry over and over in his mouth.

All the avatars returned to the main body, Hua Jieyu looked at Wang Yu lying on the stage, his eyes were shining brightly.

All the great Confucians opened their mouths wide, unable to close them for a long time.

The people who eat melons are also completely stupid.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Yu stretched his waist and stood up:

"How is it, Your Highness Saintess, can my poem still catch your ears?"

Hua Jieyu bowed and saluted: "Shizi Yu is a great talent!"

"Hahahaha~~"

Wang Yu raised his head and laughed, tiptoed, stepped on the lake water a few times, returned to the water pavilion, returned the sword into its sheath, and looked at Tang Bin who was standing there dumbfounded:

"Tang geniuses are both excellent in poetry and painting, and the poems they get must be far better than me, a dude, please."

Tang Bin clenched his fists, his face was cloudy and uncertain, he gritted his teeth and didn't dare to say anything.