Zhong Wenbo said to Shutong who was holding the money in a deep voice: "Give it to him! Take it out again, let's come again!"

The boy holding the book in front of him had to stare at him and hand over the money to Xiao Jiading. He withdrew another official amount of money.

This shows that Zhong Wenbo lost.

An unknown scholar actually made a poem in public better than the number one talented man in Yizhou! This was a huge news. Soon, the news spread. The scholars around him came to watch the fun. Even the scholars who were eating flower wine in Cuiyulou and others came out and immediately surrounded the three layers inside and three layers outside.

Xiao Jiading took the money and hung it on the banner, smiling faintly: "Sorry, the gambling money is now two coins!"

Zhong Wenbo said angrily: "How do you start the price?"

"If you don't want to, you can stop coming. I won't force it."

Zhong Wenbo stared at Xiao Jiading who was smiling, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Two stakes are two stakes! Take it out!"

Shutong had to take another sacred money from the servant he followed, and together with the sacred money in his hand, he had two sacred money.

Zhong Wenbo said: "My questions are the three questions you just asked, mine, yours, and the mood of everyone present. Hurry up! Seven steps to make a poem! Quick!"

Xiao Jiading smiled and said, "I'm going to choose my own mood to write poems." He began to walk slowly, and walked to the seventh step, stopped, turned around, glanced at the scholars watching, and said, "I am in a foreign land, and I can't help but feel homesick. Fortunately, there are beautiful wines and beauties. If you win your money, you can go to this Cuiyu Building to get drunk. I will write this happy mood!" He immediately recited Li Bai's famous work "Written by the Guest" loudly:

grape wine tulips,

The jade bowl contains amber light.

But let the owner get drunk,

I don't know where it is a foreign land.

This poem was written by the great poet Li Bai when he was staying in Donglu Lanling, so the original work of the first sentence was "Lanling Wine Tulips". Xiao Jiading changed the first two words to grapes, which was borrowed from the famous line "Grape Wine Luminous Cup". Although this poem describes the homesickness of a traveler, it does not mean sadness and depression. It is because of the fine wine and is drunk, and I can't even remember that I am in a foreign land.

As soon as this poem came out, there was a burst of cheers in the audience. The scholars surrounding him were already surprised, admired and jealous.

Zhong Wenbo's face turned pale. He wanted to pick out the other party's faults in this poem, but where could he find it? He couldn't stay there and make a sound.

Xiao Jiading smiled and said, "It's time for me to set the question. My question remains unchanged. Let you write down your mood or me, and everyone present. Seven steps become a poem. The reason why I still put this question is because you have thought about the time of seven steps just now. With the seven steps now, there are a total of fourteen steps into poetry. Hehe, I'll give you a discount and count you as seven steps. Please!"

Seeing that Zhong Wenbo had no idea at all, he didn't change the topic and still asked this topic. He believed that even if the other party was really good and wrote a poem, he would definitely not be as good as the masterpiece of the poet Li Bai. Therefore, he was already invincible.

Sure enough, after seven steps, Zhong Wenbo still blushed and couldn't imagine a good sentence. The ancients also needed to think about poetry. It was rare for people who became poets like Cao Zhi to become poets in seven steps after all, so Zhong Wenbo is naturally not one of them.

Xiao Jiading stretched out his hand but didn't say anything.

Zhong Wenbo bit his silver teeth and said, "Give it to him!"

Shutong could only stare at him and gave the two coins to Xiao Jiading's hands.

This shows that the number one talented man in Yizhou lost again! Suddenly, the onlookers started to talk like hornets. This time, they all looked at Zhong Wenbo with gloating and watching him lively.

Zhong Wenbo's face turned red and white, and he didn't look at the onlookers and said angrily: "Come again! - Get two stale money!"

Xiao Jiading smiled and shook his head: "Sorry, the lottery is four silos now!" After that, he hung the two silos of copper coins in his hand on the banner again. The four silos of coins weighed twenty or thirty kilograms, and it had already bent the banner.

Zhong Wenbo's face turned red and he said angrily: "Four silos are four silos! I'm afraid you won't be able to do it? Take it!"

Shutong had to take out another four jin of coins from the box held by the servant with a bitter face.

Zhong Wenbo looked around and looked for a suitable topic. Then he heard the singing of the singer floating out of the jade building. The sound of the piano was mixed with a flute. The sound of the flute was filled with the homesickness of separation. It was probably because the guest missed homesickness and let the singer play it.

Zhong Wenbo said, "Okay! Just choose one of the three to write poems with the sound of the song, the sound of the piano and the sound of the flute. Start! Hurry up!"

All three are written in Tang poems. When Xiao Jiading heard this topic, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but his face was a solemn expression. He began to walk slowly, thinking about which song to use. What made him most touched these three sounds was the homesick flute sound, which reminded him of his parents and relatives, and he couldn't help but feel sad. Before he could walk seven steps, he began to slowly recite Li Bai's quatrain "Hearing the Flute in Luocheng in Spring Night":

Whose jade flute is flying in the dark?

Spread into the spring breeze and fill Yicheng.

I heard the willows breaking in this nocturne,

Who doesn’t have a love for his hometown?

He changed the second sentence of Manluocheng to Manyicheng. This is one of the famous homesick poems by the great poet Li Bai. It has been passed down through the ages. Naturally, he heard the scholars' praise, and his expression when he looked at Xiao Jiading was full of admiration. Zhong Wenbo's face was pale, his lips were trembling slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

Xiao Jiading was confident that Zhong Wenbo could not write a better poem than Li Bai, so he smiled and said, "I will not change my topic, but I will still use your three topics, - with the sound of singing, piano or flute as the sound, and make a poem in seven steps."

Zhong Wenbo glanced at him, closed his eyes, and slowly paced forward. His pace was much slower than that of Xiao Family Ding, and he had to stop for almost every step for a long time. As a result, the scholars all started to make excuses when they saw him being slutty.

Xiao Jiading sneered: "Isn't this brother Zhong's money just four jin of coins? He also valued it so much? If my brother is so stingy with this money, it would be fine if he didn't give it to him. He didn't have to learn to crawl like this."

The scholars watching all burst into laughter. Zhong Wenbo's forehead was full of blue veins and cold sweat was filled with cold sweat, but he just pretended that he didn't hear or open his eyes, but his footsteps were a little faster. Even if he was slower, he would finally get there if he had only seven steps.

Zhong Wenbo finally finished seven steps, but his seven steps took more time than others to walk seven hundred steps, which made the onlookers cheer. Zhong Wenbo still pretended not to hear, stood there and chanted slowly:

The beautiful woman in the shelf plays the jade flute,

A silk ribbon hanging on the edge of the flute...

After just reciting these two sentences, Zhong Wenbo was stuck and could not continue. He blushed and stood there, not knowing what to do.

Xiao Jiading waited for a while and asked, "Brother, the time has come long ago. Should you give this money or keep it yourself?"

Zhong Wenbo's face suddenly turned red and white. Although it was indeed a bit painful to hand over the four guan of money again, he claimed to be a strong person. How could he regret it in public and refuse to give it? He could only say to his own book boy: "Give it to him!"

The book boy sent the money to Xiao Family Ding. Xiao Family Ding took it without hesitation. This time he did not hang it on the banner again, because the banner rack made of willow branches was no longer able to bear the four-spin coins, so he hung it on his arm.

Zhong Wenbo gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe in this evil, let's do it again! - How much is this bet? Four or eight guan?"

Xiao Jiading smiled and said, "Of course it's eight guan."

When they heard that Xiao Jiading bet on all the money they had won, the scholars watching were shocked.

The scholar's book boy smiled bitterly and said, "Young Master, we don't have that much money..."

Zhong Wenbo turned his head and looked at Shutong. Shutong was holding a cash box, and there was only the last money in it.

Zhong Wenbo claimed that he was the number one talented man in Yizhou, but now he was defeated by a scholar younger than him three times in a row. He would have to get back anyway. He stared at Xiao Jiading like a gambler who was red-eyed, and pulled off a jade pendant from his waist with a thunderous aura, and raised it up and said, "This jade pendant was bought by me for nine cents a year ago. The depreciation was seven cents a year ago. With the remaining money, how about we bet again?"

Xiao Jiading shrugged and said, "If you insist on doing this, I can't say no. Just leave if you win money. It's not my habit. Please give me a question!"

Zhong Wenbo waved his hand and said, "This time we won't bet on seven steps to become a poem. Choose a topic that both parties agree with, and use a stick of incense as the limit. Each of them writes a poem, and compares the quality and the difference. How about it?"

Xiao Jiading thought to himself that the title recognized by both sides means that he can see if there are Tang poems he has recited, and he has hundreds of famous poems such as Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Li Shangyin, etc. in his belly. Are you afraid that you, the first talented man in Yizhou, will you not be able to succeed? He shrugged and said, "Okay. Please choose the topic, I'll listen."

Zhong Wenbo showed a smug smile on his lips, pretending to be pondering, and after a while, he said: "We used to be the subject of the scenery in front of us. This time, how about the ancients?"

"Brother, who is the ancient man who wants to chant?"

"Wang Zhaojun from the frontier!"

Xiao Jiading was immediately secretly happy. There were many poems with Wang Zhaojun as the title. There were many famous works in the past. He was not afraid of losing to him. He nodded and said, "Yes, but how do you judge the winner or lose?"

"Please judge everyone present, how about it?"

Because both parties of Xiao Jiading made a proposal for the referee before, he usually paid secret attention to whether the scholars in the field were familiar with Zhong Wenbo. Through observation, it seemed that Zhong Wenbo was indeed very famous, but he was above the top and did not interact much with ordinary scholars. Therefore, most of the scholars watching were disappointed to him. When he was delaying time, these scholars almost all laughed at him and praised him sincerely, so they should not favor Zhong Wenbo.

Xiao Jiading said: "Okay! Let's start!"
Chapter completed!