Good people always have countless advantages, but sluts have only one advantage, and that is self-righteousness.
Li Muyun originally didn't have the idea of stepping on people at the poetry club, and the reason why she came was just to take Su Wanqing out for a walk, so that this girl would stay in the county all day and get autism.
But now that he has been squeezed into this position, it seems that it is not possible not to step on people, otherwise Yu Zhining, the old man, would not let go of himself first, not to mention that the Su girl next to him was also looking at him with an eager face.
Thinking of this, Li Muyun sighed softly, stood up on the table, smiled at Lu Qinghong and said, "I'm not very good at making poems, but since Lu Yuanjun is so interested, I can't let you down." ” Waiting for your words, Lu Qinghong's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance: "So, please wait for it."
"Slow" looked at the proud Lu Qinghong, Li Muyun stopped him: "Lu Envoy Jun is willing to make a bet with Ben Hou" What does it mean to bet Lu Qinghong was stunned for a moment, and then listened to Li Muyun say: "Tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, it is boring to wait for one person to write poems, it is better for Lu Yuanjun to also come and mix in a foot, you and I each give a poem, please judge it, how about the loser punished with a glass of wine."
"This" Lu Qinghong hesitated, although he also has some means in poetry, but this bet is always risky, if he loses, wouldn't it be faceless.
Seeing him hesitate, Li Muyun showed a smug smile on his face: "Why don't Lu Yuanjun dare?"
"Why don't you dare, but since it's a gamble, you can't just give one poem, it's better to limit it to three, you can agree" Lu Qinghong stared at Li Muyun with straight eyes, and put forward his own conditions.
In Lu Qinghong's opinion, Li Muyun wants to bet with him, I believe that he must be a little sure, if he only bets on one poem, in case that guy is prepared in advance, he is afraid that he will suffer, after all, there is only one chance, and if he loses, his face is not very good-looking.
That's why he proposed to bet on three poems, thinking about how he could win one or two times after betting on three poems.
This is all his own and others' considerations, imagine that this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting is a month in advance Wang only sent out an invitation, as long as there is a scheming person, before this will be prepared, for example, he himself prepared three poems, one is better, two are worse.
And the reason why he thinks that he will win once or twice is also because he thinks of the allusion of Tian Ji horse racing, and plans to listen to Li Muyun's first poem first, and then choose one of his three poems to bet on it.
If Li Muyun's first poem is better than all his own poems, then admit defeat once, and wait until the second poem is worse to come out, and then use the best one to bet with him, so that you can have a tie.
As for the third song, it doesn't matter, anyway, there are two chances, I believe that I have mental calculations or not, how can I take some advantage.
But he is smart and others are not stupid, after listening to his conditions, Wang only listened to his conditions, and looked at him meaningfully, but he didn't say anything, but his heart had begun to despise his character.
Everyone is a member of a family, and this kind of careful thinking, little tricks can't hide from the eyes of people's peers.
After Yu Zhining listened to Lu Qinghong's conditions, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his eyes swept over Li Muyun's face, and when he saw that he didn't find anything unusual about him, his heart slowly relaxed.
He believes that this student of his is not the kind of stupid nouveau riche, and if he is not sure enough, he should not agree to this condition, so don't look at him now, but it does not mean that he will agree immediately.
And then there is Su Wanqing's girl, as the so-called concern is chaos, Su girl's heart has long been tied to Li Muyun's body, seeing that Lu Qinghong has been forcing her sweetheart to do poetry, this girl can't wait to blow his head with a punch.
But this kind of thing she can only think about at most, not to mention the identity of Lu Qinghong's court official, even if he is not an official, in this kind of public, it is indeed not a good place to kill.
So when Su Yatou heard Lu Qinghong propose to make a total of three poems, she nervously pulled the corner of Li Muyun's clothes, signaling him not to be impulsive, and not to agree to such a thing if he is not sure.
The last is that Wang Qing, this guy is the same age as Li Muyun, and the age of nineteen is when he is rebellious, and he still has some prejudices against Li Muyun at the beginning.
However, under the circumstance that Lu Qinghong repeatedly forced him, because he was from Shuozhou, he had a common hatred for the enemy, and he unconsciously felt that he was on the side of Comrade Xiao Li again.
However, as the so-called few families are happy and a few are sad, compared with Li Muyun's worries, those students and scribes from Xizhou began to cheer Lu Qinghong loudly, and at the same time booed Li Muyun with contempt.
But no matter what, before Li Muyun didn't speak, no matter what the others thought, it was in vain, and at this time, the others had no way to interject at all, so they could only watch quietly.
And it turns out that Li Muyun does belong to the kind of person who would rather be beaten to death than be frightened, just when Su Wanqing, Wang Qing and other young people were worried about whether he would be impulsive, this guy suddenly showed a big smile, stretched out his right hand and raised it in the air: "A gentleman's word" "Horses are hard to chase" With a "snap", Lu Qinghong also raised his right hand and slapped it with Li Muyun's right palm.
After finishing it, Wang Qing, who was hiding to the side to watch the excitement, and the Shuozhou students scattered around the main throne all let out a wail in their hearts.
In their hearts, Lu Qinghong is a veteran scholar in the end, and Li Muyun is a young man, no matter how powerful he is, it is impossible to compare with him, so this time the gamble is only afraid that the Shuozhou side will lose.
And just when almost everyone was not optimistic about Mu Yun, Su Wanqing came to Li Muyun's side and whispered: "Brother Mu Yun, come on to defeat him" "Don't worry, it's just a clown, you go to the teacher's side and sit down first, and see how I win him in a while."
Li Muyun turned her head sideways, glanced at Su Wanqing, and arranged her to Yu Zhining's side.
Lu Qinghong was standing opposite Li Muyun, he naturally heard the words "jumping beam clown", but he didn't care much about thinking that he was a bamboo in his chest, and said with a cold smile: "Wait, can you start?"
"Why are you so sure of winning" Li Muyun watched Su Wanqing stand beside Yu Zhining, and then looked at the twelve carriages parked there in the distance, and only turned his head and asked with some disdain after a while.
"The gambling contract was proposed by you, Master Hou, this poem is naturally your first to come, but it is not Lu who wants to take advantage of you" Lu Qinghong made a helpless gesture with a smile on his face that had succeeded in his conspiracy.
"Cheng, since you Lu Envoy Jun dare to die, Li will bury you" Li Muyun really couldn't get used to Lu Qinghong's villainous face, and finally sneered at him.
Lu Qinghong didn't speak, just pouted, made a gesture of please, and then walked back to his place and sat down.
At this time, Li Muyun was the only one standing tall on the main seat, and the eyes of everyone below were focused on him.
I have to say that Lu Qinghong really calculated everything to the bones, and even used the trick of psychological pressure.
But what he didn't know was that for a person who only needed to memorize poems, this kind of attention ceremony that only had hundreds of people could not regret Li Muyun's thick nerves.
I saw him cough tepidly, picked up the wine cup he had just put down from the table, paced a few steps away from the main seat, and then looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and chanted loudly: "The bright moon comes out of the Tianshan Mountain, and the vast sea of clouds." ” "A good bright moon out of the Tianshan Mountains, a good majestic atmosphere in the vast sea of clouds, with this sentence, it can be a must" Lao Yu, who was a little nervous, only listened to one sentence, and immediately high-fived and shouted.
These simple ten words are many times stronger than Linjiang Immortal some time ago, just based on this sentence, the first scene is in Zhining's opinion, it has already been won, and the difference is just to see how Li Muyun's second sentence is received.
After all, the bright moon, the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds in the first sentence have raised the magnanimity of the poem to the extreme, and if the next sentence is not well connected, I am afraid that I will lose points immediately.
And with Yu Zhining's loud praise, Lu Qinghong's face was faintly pale, as a scholar, he still has some appreciation, and he also knows that with only this first sentence, Li Muyun can already be invincible, and the three poems he prepared by himself can only be reduced to a smooth mouth compared to this.
Li Muyun naturally saw Lu Qinghong's face in his eyes a long time ago, but he didn't take the opportunity to mock him, but continued to recite: "The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing through the Yumen Pass." ” Connected, really connected, Yu Zhining no longer had the excitement when he applauded just now, but was a little nervous, and couldn't wait to know what Li Muyun would write later, like the melon-eating masses who were waiting for an update.
Although Su Wanqing didn't know how to write poems, she was also deeply attracted by the Guan Shanyue copied by her sweetheart, and completely forgot about Lu Qinghong.
And then, Li Muyun did not pause, and said the next four sentences in one breath: Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay. came to the battlefield, but no one returned.
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The soldier looked at the side, and thought about how bitter he was.
High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle.
A poem immortal Li Bai's Guan Shanyue slowly recited from Li Muyun's mouth, saying that the thoughts of the soldiers who went out to fight were silent, and the people who listened to the poem were silent, and their minds involuntarily appeared at this time Those Tang soldiers who were stationed in the border city at Yumen Pass, looking at the bright moon in the sky, missing their hometown relatives, and sighing.
After a while, everyone turned their eyes to Lu Qinghong, but there was pity in those eyes
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