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Hearing that Han Ce wanted to ask him for advice, Zuo Wenbin had a look of disdain on his face.
Although he is not as good as Zhuang Bufan, he is still well educated.
"Only by you?"
"That's right, I'm not talented, so I'll ask for advice!" Han Ce said.
"Okay, that's what you said!" Zuo Wenbin also became interested, as if he had been aroused by Han Ce to win and win.
"Mr. Han is responsible for what happened to me today, so you don't have to!" Lin Nianrou saw that the two of them were about to lose control, and wanted to persuade them.
"Miss Lin, don't worry, I will be merciful and won't let Mr. Zuo lose too badly!"
Han Ce didn't seem to feel it at all. In fact, Lin Nianrou was worried about him. Zuo Wenbin was also well-known in the capital. Zhuang Bufan was followed by Zuo Wenbin.
"Don't be ashamed of your big words, today I will let you know what it means to be powerful!"
"That's right, Young Master Zuo wants him to look good today!"
Seeing the excitement here, dozens of people gathered around, and seeing Zuo Wenbin wanting to compete with others here, he immediately started to fan the flames.
"How about some bets?"
Han Ce proposed.
"Okay, my son likes to have a bet." Zuo Wenbin said, if there is no bet, he would find it boring.
"Say it!"
Zuo Wenbin asked Han Ce to make a bet.
"How about one thousand taels?" Han Ce stretched out his index finger.
One thousand taels?
The corner of Zuo Wenbin's mouth raised, and he thought that he was indeed a country bumpkin. In the eyes of their Zuo family, one thousand taels was nothing at all, and he would get one thousand taels if he made a casual move.
"you sure?"
"That's right, one thousand taels of gold!" Han Ce nodded and said.
Hearing the word "gold" behind him, Zuo Wenbin choked up. He wanted to say something, but felt stuck in his throat and couldn't say it.
Silver is easy to say, but gold is difficult.
"Why is Mr. Zuo scared? It doesn't matter, as long as you say you are scared, I will treat it as if nothing happened!" Han Ce reminded Zuo Wenbin with a smile.
"Afraid? I don't know how to write fear."
"Okay, so it's a deal?"
"It's hard to chase after a gentleman's words!" Zuo Wenbin also said very proudly, at this point, he can't be looked down upon by others.
Besides, I may not lose to the person in front of me.
Except for Zhuang Bufan in the capital, he really didn't fear other people.
Moreover, the person in front of him was a bit unfamiliar, and it was probably a little transparency from somewhere.
"That's good! Since Mr. Zuo agreed to start the relationship between us, for the sake of fairness, how about we let Miss Lin present the question?"
Han Ce threw this topic to Lin Nianrou.
When Lin Nianrou heard that she was going to write a question by herself, she was also a little stunned, and she didn't recover for a while.
"me?"
"That's right! It's you!" Han Ce nodded for confirmation.
"Okay, Miss Lin, just ask me a question, and let me teach this arrogant guy a lesson!" Zuo Wenbin said, even daring to say that he wanted to make the world's literary world look bad, such crazy words that even Yan Zhenpan and Hongru dared not say.
"How about the two of you writing a poem of Qilu?"
Lin Nianrou asked.
The Qilu is also known as the Seven-character Rhythm Poetry, and it also has a place in Daliang.
"Who will come first?" Han Ce asked.
"You come first, so you don't have to say I bullied you!"
Zuo Wenbin decided to let Han Ce come first, to see how deep Han Ce is, and knowing Han Ce's poems, he can make better poems accordingly.
"Oh well!"
Han Ce nodded thoughtfully, and then Han Ce smiled lightly, "Listen up! The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape is screaming, and the white birds are flying back in the clear sand. I am often a guest in autumn, and I am alone on the stage due to a hundred years of illness. I am suffering and hate the frosty temples, and I am down and out, and I have stopped the dirty wine glass"
After Han Ce finished reading slowly, everyone around fell silent, and those who supported Zuo Wenbin were also silent.
"What do you think, Young Master Zuo?"
Han Ce asked Zuo Wenbin.
This seven-character regulated poem was written by the old man Du Fu, and it is regarded as the number one quatrain in ancient and modern times among the seven-character regulated poems. If Zuo Wenbin can come up with a seven-character regulated poem that is even more powerful than this, he will definitely bow down.
Zuo Wenbin was dumbfounded.
The people around me are alsoFollow dumbfounded.
"Boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in" Lin Nianrou silently recited Han Ce's "Climbing High" in his heart.
The artistic conception is profound, and every memory has a different feeling.
Lin Nianrou looked at Han Ce, and it seemed that she had misread it. The person in front of her was not only talented and knowledgeable, but also unmatched.
But why is such a person here?
"Good verse!"
"It's really a good poem!"
?Many people nodded frequently after thinking about it, and this song is already the leader.
"I'm afraid Mr. Zuo is going to lose!"
"It's no shame to lose to such a person!" Another person said, such a quatrain, losing is also an honor.
"Master Zuo, have you figured it out yet?" Seeing that Zuo Wenbin didn't answer his question, Han Ce asked again. It wasn't until he was pushed by the people around him that Zuo Wenbin regained his composure.
"ah?"
"Master Zuo, I've already composed a poem, now it's your turn!" Han Ce reminded Zuo Wenbin.
At this time, Zuo Wenbin dares to compose poems. This is not self-indulgence, this poem is completely beyond his own level.
I'm afraid Yan Zhenpan can't make such a quatrain.
"No, this must have been discussed between you and Miss Lin, and you have already prepared for it!" Zuo Wenbin immediately found an excuse.
"Master Zuo, please be more polite!"
Lin Nianrou frowned, showing a bit of anger. He tolerated Zuo Wenbin's nonsense, but he would never allow the slander of himself and Han Ce.
She and Han Ce were innocent and had no collusion at all.
Moreover, it wasn't they who took the initiative to provoke Zuo Wenbin, it was Zuo Wenbin himself who came here to speak sarcastically, which led to the current scene.
"Then why did he come up with it so quickly when you mentioned the Seven Laws? Isn't this something prepared? You are all scholars. How long does it take to compose a poem? It takes sleepless nights, repeated deliberations, and revisions." Don¡¯t you think it¡¯s too easy for you to change it, but you just opened your mouth?¡±
? Zuo Wenbin questioned Han Ce.
When everyone heard it, what Zuo Wenbin said was somewhat reasonable.
Poetry is not a matter of opening one's mouth, it needs repeated deliberation, but the person in front of one's mouth is opening one's mouth, as if it had been prepared a long time ago.
How could someone do it!
"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't!" Han Ce replied.
"I think you're just quibbling, do you dare to ask me to ask a question?" Zuo Wenbin asked Han Ce, as long as Han Ce dared not agree, then he would be invincible.
"Master Zuo, you are making trouble for no reason!"
Lin Nianrou said, Zuo Wenbin knew that he was not as good as Han Ce, so he deliberately changed the topic.
"It's okay, you say it! As long as you tell the title, if I can't write a poem, I will lose!" Han Ce said very boldly.
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