Chapter 25 Poetry Fight!

Zhang Heng looked at Ding Du with a stern face, but he almost burst out laughing.

Good guy, I was just thinking about how to make a name for myself today. If I showed off my power for no reason, Han Jiang and the others would probably regard it as a provocation, but now Ding Xi has come up as a target... That would be embarrassing.

Zhang Heng said in a deep voice: "Ding Yanei, please be careful with your words! If you ask me if I have any inspiration, that's okay, but it's not appropriate for you to use filthy words to slander people's innocence. Everyone is either a supervisor or a student.

, they are all scholars of the Song Dynasty. Such dirty words are ridiculous. It is better not to say such words in the future.

In addition, Xiaokuan is the son of my teacher and a good friend of mine. Your words have stained his innocence. I hope you can apologize to him properly. We are still classmates and there is no need to enmity."

Although Zhang Heng's words also meant to accuse, overall they meant to turn hostility into friendship. If Ding Xi was unintentional, he could just go down the steps, but today he obviously wanted to target Zeng Xiaokuan. Hearing this, he sneered.

: "I'm apologizing to him? What a joke! There is something I have been saying for a long time today. Here are all the Imperial College students, and you, a mere imperial student, dare to show your shame. I asked you in the pavilion about the war in the northwest, and you said something clumsy. It was obvious that

He dared to come here to make up for his embroidered pillows...Brother Zihua, in my opinion, it is better to expel them, so as not to lower the quality of enjoying the snow today!"

Han Jiang suddenly frowned.

Ding Du's words meant that Han Jiang had to make a choice. Although Han Jiang's father, Han Yi, was considered a prime minister, he came from a poor family. Later, he was recruited as his son-in-law by Prime Minister Wang Dan, and then he rose through the ranks and became an official to participate in political affairs.

However, in the third year of Jingyou's reign, he was impeached and dismissed from office by Han Qi. Now he is the prefect of Yingtian. In addition to his age, he has faded out of the court.

Moreover, Han Yi's father-in-law, Wang Dan, had already passed away, and several of his uncles were not very successful, so Han Jiang's name as a yamen was somewhat undeserved.

He often wooed scholars in the Imperial College with the intention of gaining connections for himself, but now Ding Xi dared to let him make a choice, which made him feel unhappy.

He considered his words and was about to speak when he heard Zhang Heng laugh and say: "Ding Yanei, you said that I lowered the style of the poetry meeting, but I also said that you lowered everyone's taste. I have long heard that Ding Yanei is uneducated and incompetent."

"When I saw this today, not only was it true, but it was also unabashed and slanderous. It's really chilling."

Seeing that Zhang Heng had taken over the matter, Han Jiang couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

If he was really allowed to choose, he wouldn't want to offend anyone.

Both Ding Du and Zong Gongliang have great futures.

The prelude for officials in the Song Dynasty to be promoted was to revise books. Compiling books was a major achievement, and when they were completed, they would always be mentioned.

The Han family is now in a lean period, so they don't dare to offend anyone.

However, after listening to Zhang Heng's words, I couldn't help but feel terrible. These words were really sharp. How could Ding Xi withstand it?

Sure enough, Ding Xi was so angry that his hair stood on end. He stared at Zhang Heng with his eyes wide open and said angrily: "Who said that I, Ding Xi, am uneducated? Who is it? Is it Zeng Xiaokuan! I can go..."

Seeing that Ding Xi was about to curse, Han Jiang quickly interrupted: "Ding Yanei, pay attention to your manners!"

Ding Xi suddenly woke up after being reminded like this. He almost fell into the ditch of this kid. He narrowed his eyes, stared at Zhang Heng and said, "I, Ding Xi, am not knowledgeable or skillful. I will let you know today."

He turned to look at Han Jiang and said: "Brother Zihua, today happens to be a poetry meeting, why don't you come up with the topic, and I will compete with this kid to see who is uneducated and incompetent!"

Han Jiang comforted and said: "Brother Shengwu, there is really no need. Everyone knows your talent, Ding Shengwu. You have a good family background and have read many books since you were a child. You can pick up poems and other poems at will. Why do you need to show off your arrogance?"

Well, Zhang Saburo is still a child. It won't be glorious if you win, and it will be even more ugly if you lose..."

Ding Xi snorted and said: "Brother Zihua, today's chapter is humiliating me. If I shrink from it, how can I, Ding Xi, have the honor to hang out in Bianjing in the future? Brother Zihua, please tell me if it's okay."

Han Jiang frowned slightly.

Zeng Xiaokuan said to Zhang Heng in a low voice: "Sanlang, please don't agree. Although Ding Xi has a bad mouth, he is really capable.

His father is a master of exegesis, and he compiled "Yunlue of the Ministry of Rites", and "Guangyun" was compiled into "Jiyun" in 10 volumes. What else are there, "Yiying Shenglan" in 10 volumes, and "Guijian Jingyi"

3 volumes.

He also presided over the compilation of the "Chronicle". Ding Xi has been influenced by it since he was a child, and his talent is indeed outstanding, and we can't compare with it!"

Zhang Heng nodded and said: "It's okay, Han Jiang probably doesn't want us to compete."

Zeng Xiaokuan was a little forgiving, but Han Jiang said: "Since Brother Shengwu is interested, I can't stop him. If Zhang Sanlang is willing, let's compare. Zhang Sanlang, what do you think?"

Zeng Xiaokuan's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly pulled Zhang Heng. Ding Xi saw this and laughed at him: "Zeng Xiaokuan, you are just like a little lady, and you say you don't have an affair with him?"

Zeng Xiaokuan was furious, but Zhang Heng was even angrier than him: "Compare! Who doesn't compete today is the grandson! Tell me, how should we compare? It's best to write poems on the spot."

Ding Xi's heart skipped a beat and he felt a little uneasy.

Logically speaking, today is a poetry meeting, and it is very reasonable to compare poems. However, Zhang Heng deliberately brought it up and felt that there was a trap. He turned his eyes and said: "Of course you have to write poems, but how do I know if you have this ability?"

, if you compare it to poetry, wouldn’t it be ridiculous if you couldn’t even come up with a poem? Wouldn’t it make people laugh at me, Ding Xi, for bullying a child?

Brother Zihua, my opinion is that he can use Feihua Ling to test his skills first. If he doesn't even know how to do Feihua Ling, then there is no point in comparing poetry."

Han Jiang looked at Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng was a little confused, turned around and asked Zeng Xiaokuan in a low voice: "What is the Flying Flower Order?"

Zeng Xiaokuan was a little confused when he heard this: "You don't even know Feihua Ling?"

Zhang Heng was a little embarrassed: "Should I know?"

Zeng Xiaokuan slapped his forehead and said: "That's right, you probably haven't attended a banquet or anything like that at all. This is a must-play game at banquets. You just need to choose a few words and then recite a poem about this word. This is

Test your understanding of ancient poetry."

Zhang Heng understood immediately.

This is just a good guy.

He looked at Han Jiang.

Han Jiang was a little surprised at Zhang Heng's calmness. This Zhang Sanlang should be the same age as Zeng Xiaokuan. He was fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was so calm. It seemed that he had underestimated him. He might not understand military affairs, but he had good taste.

However, his sexual will is quite strong. For a mere fifteen-year-old boy to be so neither humble nor overbearing in the face of Ding Tie, it is truly remarkable.

Han Jiang thought for a while and said: "Brother Shengwu's request is reasonable. After all, the level of both parties is not clear. It doesn't hurt to give it a try first."

Zhang Heng chuckled, Han Jiang was trying to be biased. Who didn't know that Ding Xi's father was a dictionary editor, and he had good calligraphy skills. There were probably not many people present who could surpass Ding Xi, but he let himself compete with him in poetry.

Accumulation, this is not a bias.

"Okay, I agree, but...I have a request!"
Chapter completed!