Chapter 32

"I've heard that there are many warriors in Shuofang, killing all the prisoners for the blue sky."

Wang Ling finished his poem, stood proudly and looked around the audience.

"Good!"

The whole Guozi prison student cheered. It has to be said that Wang Ling is still level. His poems are about the warriors of Shuofang and the heroic deeds of fighting against the Turkic invasion. Whether it's choosing words, making sentences or encouraging emotions, they are one by one.

"Wang Ling is worthy of being a famous talent of the Imperial College. This move is really extraordinary. As this poem says, my heart is surging. I wish I could give up my pen and serve the country!"

"As soon as this poem is published, even the doctor has to be praised. The MOH family son, look how rampant he is now. If I say I'd better admit defeat obediently and go back quickly to avoid disgrace."

"The Mexican family will lose!"

"I'll say, Mozi is insulting himself."

“………………。”

Guozi Jiansheng was proud and said that Merton had not written poetry, as if he had lost it.

Even Kong huisuo nodded slightly. Wang Ling's poem is indeed an atmospheric and excellent work. There is little chance for mojiazi to turn over.

"Hiss!" Qin Huaiyu and others were also worried. He didn't expect Wang Ling to produce such high-level poems. Although they are dandies, they can distinguish good things from bad things. This poem is really good.

This looks bad. Now it's not a question of paying mojiazi 5000 Liang. It's still a question whether the remaining 5000 Liang plus his own 500 Liang can be saved.

"Mojiazi, you must hold on!" Qin Huaiyu prayed secretly in her heart.

"Mo Jiazi. How about this poem? Please comment on it." Wang Ling said proudly.

"Choose words and make sentences. They are superficial." Merton snorted coldly and sniffed.

"Upright arrogance!"

The whole Imperial College was in an uproar. I didn't expect that Mohist was still talking crazy.

Kong huisuo was also embarrassed. Before, he also thought this poem was good. Mohist Zi hit his face directly.

"Hum! This Mohist is so arrogant that he bullied me so much!" Wang Ling was furious.

"Then I'll have a good look at your style of Mohism!" said Wang Ling, gnashing his teeth.

"When it comes to frontier fortress poetry, you are just a scholar with no strength to bind chickens. Have you ever been to the frontier, and how do you feel the unique style of frontier fortress poetry? It's just a groan without illness!" Merton hit his face directly.

Guozi's supervisor's face is very blue. We have no strength to bind chickens. Your Mohist son is just the strength to catch fish. We haven't been to the frontier. Have you been there.

"When it comes to frontier fortress poetry, Merton is very kind. When his late father followed his majesty to fight the world, he also had many conflicts with the northern cavalry. When Merton was a child, he was lucky to arrive at the frontier fortress. The magnificent scene has made Merton linger in his dream."

Merton didn't talk big. When he was young, he did arrive on the Great Wall with Merlot, but he was still young and had no impression at all.

"At that time, Merton was still young and had nothing to do in the army. His late father was busy in military affairs. Merton's happiest time was to ride on the wall of the Great Wall at sunset and look at the vast sand sea outside the Great Wall. A wisp of wolf smoke soared upward. The sunset dyed the whole sky red, and the whole world was vast.

The desert is covered with smoke, and the long river drops yen. Have you ever seen such wonders of heaven and earth? "

"The desert smoke is straight, and the long river falls!"

The whole Guozi prison students were in an uproar. Without comparison, there would be no harm. They thought Wang Ling's frontier fortress poetry was good before, but compared with the two sentences in front of them, it was worthless. No wonder Merton said that Wang Ling's poetry was superficial.

As soon as these two poems came out, a wonderful sunset in the desert immediately appeared in people's minds.

"Hoo! How beautiful!"

A supervisor muttered to himself, immersed in the scene described by Merton, and no one laughed at him because they were shocked.

"Impossible!" Wang Ling roared in his heart. He didn't believe that mojiazi could write such amazing poems,

"Fortunately, there are only two sentences. It's not a poem at all. I haven't lost yet." Wang Ling comforted herself again.

"The long river, called the Yellow River, is our mother river, which gave birth to our 5000 year Chinese civilization. The city is on the side of the Yellow River. It defends the Yellow River and our Chinese civilization. There is an 800 mile sea in front, mountains winding behind, and business travel is cut off. It is like a lonely person holding on alone. At that time, it was a lonely city.

When Chang'an city is close to each other and sparsely populated, Chang'an City has Sheng and Xiao every night, and there are soldiers and iron horses. Every year when Chang'an city is warm and blooming in spring, it is desolate and Chang'an city is lively and prosperous. People there can only play lonely and sad music with will Qiang flute.

"The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. There is a lonely city and ten thousand mountains. Why should Qiang flute complain about willows and willows? The spring wind does not pass the Yumen pass."

"Good poetry!"

A Guozi supervisor couldn't help cheering.

"Good poetry!"

Many Guozi supervisor students also sincerely sighed, which is really a good poem. Even if it is a different position, in the face of such peerless poetry, it can only bow to the disadvantage.

"Lost!" Wang Ling's heart was dead gray. He was so defeated that he had no chance to turn over. Originally, he wanted to step on Merton, but he became a stepping stone to achieve Merton's reputation.

"My father told me that this city was called Yumen pass. It was built in the Qin Dynasty. It was the westernmost border pass of the Tang Dynasty. It shouldered the most important mission of the Empire. As long as this city was not broken, the Tang Dynasty would always be peaceful. Soon the war came. The Turks attacked the city for 25 days, and everyone participated in the battle. I was five years old at that time, and my assigned task was Hold firewood and boil water for the wounded. "

Finally, the Turks withdrew and Yumenguan was saved. However, 60% of the guards in Yumenguan were killed and injured. Even my father left incurable knife wounds because of the battle, and finally died young.

"In the Qin Dynasty, the moon was bright and the Han Dynasty was closed, and the people of the long march had not yet returned. But the flying generals of the dragon city were here and did not teach Hu Ma to ride the Yinshan Mountain."

Everything was quiet at the gate of the Imperial College, and no one moved rashly.

Even if they are prepared and know that this is a good poem, they are shocked to hear such a peerless poem. Moreover, they are all scholars. They are usually intoxicated with poetry and are even more intoxicated. It is like drinking iced plum juice in dog days.

"Three poems in one city! Three poems in one city! They are all peerless poems!"

A Guozi supervisor is like in a dream, dreamy nonsense.

"Pedal pedal pedal!"

Wang Ling staggered and stepped back three steps.

He lost, lost completely, convinced.