Good people always have countless advantages, but there is only one advantage of bitch, that is - self-righteousness.

Li Muyun had no idea of ​​coming to poetry and stumble on people. The reason why he came was just to take Su Wanqing out for a walk, so that this girl would not have autism in the county all day long.

But now that someone has been stormed to this point, it seems that it will not be possible not to step on others. Otherwise, the old man Yu Zhining would not let him go first, let alone Su Yatou beside him looking at him with a serious look on his face.

Thinking of this, Li Muyun sighed softly, stood up on the table, smiled at Lu Qinghong and said, "The man who is actually not very good at writing poetry, but since Lu Jun is so interested, I can't let you down."

All you are waiting for is your words, a strange light flashed in Lu Qinghong's eyes: "So, please wait for Xiaoyao!"

"Slow down!" Looking at the proud Lu Qinghong, Li Muyun stopped him: "Is Envoy Lu willing to bet with me?"

Betting? What does it mean? Lu Qinghong was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Li Muyun say, "Tonight's Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, it would be boring for me to write poems by myself. It would be better for Lu to join in. You and I will write a poem each. Please judge it. How about the loser's penalties for a drink?"

"This..." Lu Qinghong hesitated for a moment. Although he had some tricks in poetry, this bet was always risky. If he lost, wouldn't he bet without face.

Seeing him hesitating, Li Muyun showed a smug smile on his face: "What? Is Lu Jun afraid?"

"Why don't you dare? But since it's a bet, you can't just write one poem. It's better to have three poems. Can Xiaoyao Hou agree?" Lu Qinghong stared at Li Muyun with his eyes curled up and put forward his own conditions.

In Lu Qinghong's opinion, Li Muyun must be sure to bet with him. If he only bet on one poem, if that guy prepares in advance, he may suffer a loss. After all, there is only one chance, but if he loses, he will not look very good.

That's why he proposed to bet on three poems. He thought that after betting on three poems, he could win one or two times.

This is all his own considerations. Imagine that this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting was a month in advance. Wang Yiu sent an invitation. As long as he was a scheming person, he would definitely prepare before this. For example, he prepared three poems himself, one is better and two are worse.

The reason why he thought he would win once or twice was that he thought of the allusion of Tian Ji's horse racing, and planned 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 poems, then admit that he lost. After taking out the second worse poem, he will bet with him with the best one, so that he can get a draw.

As for the third song, I don’t care. Anyway, I have two chances. I believe that I have ambition but no intention, and I can gain some advantage.

However, he is smart, others are not fools. After hearing his conditions, Wang Wei glanced at him with a deep meaning, but he didn't say much, but he began to despise his character in his heart.

Everyone is from aristocratic families, and these little tricks cannot be hidden from their peers.

After hearing Lu Qinghong's conditions, Yu Zhining pulled the corners of his mouth slightly and glanced across Li Muyun's face. Seeing that he didn't notice anything strange about him, his heart slowly relaxed.

He believed that his student was not the kind of stupid nouveau riche. If he was not sure enough, he would not agree to such a condition. So although he had no expression now, it did not mean that he would agree immediately.

The second is Su Wanqing, the girl. As the saying goes, care will be chaotic. Su Yatou's heart has long been tied to Li Muyun. Seeing that Lu Qinghong has been forcing his lover to write something, this girl wished she could punch him in the head.

However, she could only think about it at most. Not to mention Lu Qinghong's identity as a magistrate in court, even if he was not an official, it was indeed not a good place to kill people in such a public place.

So when Su Yatou heard Lu Qinghong propose that there were three poems to be written in total, she nervously pulled Li Muyun's clothes and signaled him not to be impulsive and not to agree to such a thing if he was not sure.

Finally, it was Wang Qing. This guy was about the same age as Li Muyun. He was nineteen years old and was rebellious. At the beginning, he had some prejudice against Li Muyun. However, when Lu Qinghong repeatedly forced each other, because they were all from Shuozhou, he had the idea of ​​sharing the same hatred for the enemy, and he felt that he stood on the side of Comrade Xiao Li again.

However, as the saying goes, some companies are happy and some are sad. Compared with Li Muyun's worries, the students and scholars 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 spoke, no matter what he thought, it would be useless for others to do anything, and at this time, the others had no way to interrupt and could only watch quietly.

But the facts proved that Li Muyun was indeed the kind of person who would rather be beaten to death than be scared. Just when Su Wanqing, Wang Qing and other young people were worried that he would be impulsive, the guy suddenly showed a big smile and stretched out his right hand and raised it in the air: "A gentleman's word!"

"It's hard to chase after all!"

With a "bang", Lu Qinghong also raised his right hand and slapped Li Muyun's right palm.

It's over! Wang Qing, who was hiding aside to watch the fun, and the Shuozhou students scattered around the main seat, all wailed in their hearts.

In their hearts, Lu Qinghong is an old scholar. No matter how powerful Li Muyun is, no matter how powerful Li Muyun is, he cannot compare with him. Therefore, this time the bet is afraid that Shuozhou will lose.

Just when almost everyone was not optimistic about Mu Yun, Su Wanqing came to Li Muyun and whispered: "Brother Muyun, come on! Defeat him!"

"Don't worry, it's just a clown. You can sit at the teacher first and see how I beat him later." Li Muyun turned his head, looked at Su Wanqing, and arranged her to Yu Zhining.

Lu Qinghong stood opposite Li Muyun, and he naturally heard the four words "Jumping Clown", but he didn't care much, thinking that he was just a sacred person. He smiled coldly and said, "Xiaoyaohou, can you start?"

"Why? Are you so sure of winning?" Li Muyun looked at Su Wanqing standing beside Yu Zhining, then looked at the twelve carriages parked there in the distance, and then turned his head and asked with disdain.

"You proposed the bet by Mr. Hou. Of course, you came first in this poem. It's not that Lu wants to take advantage of you!" Lu Qinghong made a helpless gesture with a smile of conspiracy on his face.

"Success, since you, Lu Jun, dare to die, just bury you!" Li Muyun really couldn't stand Lu Qinghong's face as a villain, and finally spoke ill of him and said harshly.

Lu Qinghong didn't say anything, but just curled his lips, made a gesture of asking for help, and then walked back to his seat and sat down.

Now, Li Muyun stood upright in the main position, and everyone's eyes were betting on him.

I have to say that Lu Qinghong really calculated everything to his core and even used the trick of psychological pressure.

But what he didn't know was that for a person who only needs to memorize poetry, this kind of attention that only a few hundred people could not regret Li Muyun's thick nerves.

He coughed tepidly, picked up the wine cup he had just put down from the table, walked away from the main seat for a few steps, then looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and chanted loudly: "The bright moon emerged from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds."

"Okay! What a bright moon emerges from the Tianshan Mountains, what a vast sea of ​​clouds! It's so majestic and grand, with this sentence, it's awesome!" Lao Yu, who was a little nervous, only heard one sentence and immediately clenched his high-high.

These simple ten words are many times stronger than those of "Linjiangxian" some time ago. With this sentence alone, the first scene in Zhining's opinion, it is already a sure win. The only difference is how to follow Li Muyun's second sentence.

After all, the first sentence, the bright moon, the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of ​​clouds, has raised the temperament of the poem to the extreme. If the next sentence is not well followed, I am afraid that I will lose points immediately.

With Yu Zhining's loud praise, Lu Qinghong's face turned pale. As a scholar, he still has some appreciation ability. He also knew that with this first sentence, Li Muyun could already be invincible. Compared with this, the three poems he prepared themselves could only become a rumor family.

Li Muyun naturally had long seen Lu Qinghong's face, but he did not take the opportunity to mock him, but continued to recite: "The wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, and spreads through Yumen Pass."

It was connected, and it was really connected. Yu Zhining no longer had the excitement of just applauding her, but instead was a little nervous. He couldn't wait to know what Li Muyun would write later, as if he was waiting for an update.

Although Su Wanqing did not know how to write poems, she was deeply attracted by her sweetheart's poem "Guanshan Yue" and completely forgot Lu Qinghong aside.

Next, Li Muyun did not stop and said the next four sentences in one breath:

The Han Dynasty descended to Bai Deng Road, and the Hu peeked at Qinghai Bay.

Originally, no one has returned from the battle.

The guards look at the border, and they miss each other and miss each other.

The tall building is on this night, and I sigh and feel no leisure.

A poem by Li Bai's "Guanshan Yue" slowly recited from Li Muyun's mouth, expressing the thoughts of the soldiers who went out to fight. The poem he listened to was silent, and the scene of the Tang Dynasty soldiers who were stationed in Yumen Pass at this time appeared in his mind. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, missing his hometown and sighing.
Chapter completed!