Chapter 32: Wine Battle Poem
Why was Wang Jingzhi looking for trouble with Qin Mo?
One was unconvinced by Qin Mo's reputation as the Immortal Poet. Since ancient times, there had been a tradition of scholars looking down on each other. As the saying went, there was no first in literature and no second in martial arts. This was naturally the truth.
Of course, this was not the main reason.
The fundamental reason was that Qin Mo was Qin Qiong's nephew, and Qin Qiong was Li Er's confidant. He was also conferred the title of uncle, so he was banished into another book by those aristocratic families.
If Qin Mo was a member of the Five Sects and Seven Families, his name as a prodigy might have already spread throughout Chang 'an.
The aristocratic families not only monopolized the right to education, but they also controlled the fishing boats. Even Li Er was afraid of them.
Moreover, Qin Mo's punctuations had lowered the difficulty of education and had a certain impact on the aristocratic families.
Without the guidance of a great teacher, it would be very difficult for the children of the Humble Class to defeat the children of the Noble Class.
Without any guidance, he might even make a mistake in his sentence.
Although the punctuations did not fundamentally reverse the monopoly of the aristocratic families on the right to education, they had weakened it to a certain extent.
This made the Guanlong Gentry unhappy.
"How did you recognize me?" Qin Mo asked calmly after agreeing to compete in poetry.
Qin Mo had never shown his face in public. Other than Li Er and those old fellows, not many people recognized him. However, Wang Jingzhi was able to recognize him. There must be a conspiracy.
Someone wants to harm me.
Qin Mo was certain that someone might be targeting him, and a conspiracy was approaching him.
Wang Jingzhi said," You're the only one in Chang 'an who has that four-wheeled carriage. Who doesn't know about it?”
Qin Mo was a little embarrassed that he was recognized for this reason.
"Where's your fan?" Qin Mo said.
He was waving a folding fan in his hand, looking like a handsome young master.
This turn of events was so sudden that Wang Jingzhi could not react in time.
"What fan?"
Qin Mo said," Everyone in Chang 'an knows that I'm the pioneer of fashion. You don't even have a folding fan. How can you call yourself a scholar?"”
The folding fan was opened. There was a painting of a bamboo bird on it, accompanied by a poem. It did look elegant.
Wang Jing said angrily," Let's cut the chatter and start writing poems. We'll use wine as the topic. You only have seven people. We won't bully you, but we'll also send seven people. Each side will take turns writing a poem. Those who can't do it will lose."”
Wang Jingzhi had a good plan in his heart. Qin Moshi was famous, and although they were not convinced, in terms of quality, they did not have the confidence to win. Thus, they wanted to win through quantity.
This Wang Jingzhi was already 18 years old. He was about the same age as the people he came to drink with. They were both elites.
On Qin Mo's side, in their opinion, the three brothers of the Cheng Clan were all dining halls. It would be difficult for them to recite some poems, let alone compose poems. As for Li Chengqian, Li Tai, and Zhangsun Chong, they were all children and did not think that they could compose poems.
Wang Jingzhi's idea was good, but Cheng Chumo was anxious and reprimanded," This is unfair. You are clearly bullying me."”
They knew very well what kind of people they were. This Wang Jingzhi was clearly bullying them.
Wang Jingzhi said," How is this unfair? We have the same number of people."
He didn't believe it himself, but shamelessness was the pass for shameless people.
Cheng Chumo wanted to say something more, but Qin Mo interrupted him." Chumo, you don't have to say anything. I don't care about a mere pig dog."”
With the help of a computer, he could have as many wine poems as he wanted.
Not to mention that the other party had seven people, even if there were seven hundred people, he would not be afraid at all.
Li Chengqian's face was stern." Qin Dalang is confident?”
Qin Mo said," Leave it to me. Let alone seven of them, even if there were seven hundred of them, I wouldn't be afraid.”
Li Chengqian nodded." That's good. Otherwise, no one can impose unfair rules on us.”
These words were spoken in a domineering manner, but there was a trace of the dignity of a crown prince.
Although Li Chengqian was young, he was still a monarch. However, if he used his authority to make Wang Jingzhi and the others retreat, rumors of Qin Mo's cowardice would spread tomorrow.
"What an arrogant tone. I want to see how you can defeat us.”Wang Jingzhi sneered." Let's begin. We'll go first."”
Hence, he opened his mouth and composed a wine poem.
"Recently, whenever I drink, I sing loudly. Drunken dance and poetry are becoming more and more demonic. Five buckets of wine are still too little, ten cups are not too much.”
"Good!"
"To the great talent."
As soon as he finished writing the poem, the people on his side were already cheering loudly.
Cheng Chumo sneered." I'm afraid you've already prepared this wine poem."”
Scholars in ancient times were like this. When they came to the brothel to drink, they would definitely write poems to show off. If they didn't know how to write poems, they would spend money to buy a few.
The seven people on Wang Jingzhi's side each had a few poems, adding up to dozens of poems. Could Qin Mo compose dozens of wine poems by himself?
They didn't believe it and thought that victory was in their grasp.
Wang Jing snorted." Enough nonsense. It's your turn."”
Cheng Chumo and the others naturally couldn't do that, so everyone's eyes fell on Qin Mo.
Qin Mo waved his folding fan and said gracefully,"
"Drunken Song."
Wine is not drunk, everyone will be drunk, a thousand cups of wine to drink Liu Ling ashamed. Facing the moon, I invited Chang'e to drink with me, and a river full of melancholy wine.
Cook sheep and slaughter cattle for fun, and drink thousands of cups at a time. Drunk Lord Grim at the table, how many people could sober up?”
As soon as this poem was written, countless people immediately cheered.
It was their poetry competition that had attracted a lot of attention, but in terms of quality, they were naturally better than Wang Jingzhi.
Wang Jing's face darkened." I'll make another song. Liu Ling's wine is too light, and Yuanming's wine is too strong. Neither deep nor shallow banished to the immortal home, not drinking pottery first intoxicated.”
Qin Mo smiled."
Youth Journey
A bucket of Xinfeng fine wine is worth ten thousand, and how many years have you been a wanderer in Xianyang?
When I meet you, I will drink for you. I tie my horse to a tall building beside a weeping willow.”
"Good poem."
As expected, when this poem was written, it was praised again.
Wang Jingzhi and the others turned pale. They had no way to back down. The quality of their poems was incomparable. They only hoped to win in terms of quantity. Otherwise, they would really lose face today.
Thus, the two of them took turns to compose poems. Wang Jingzhi's seven people took turns to fight, while Qin Mo's side only had him.
The more they competed, the more shocked Wang Jingzhi and the others became. They called him a monster. Their stock was getting smaller and smaller, but Qin Mo was able to recite the classics as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Cut off the water with a knife, and the water will flow even more. Life is not satisfactory in this world, but in the morning, I will play with a small boat.”
"Once upon a time in Chang 'an, the flowers and willows were drunk, and the five nobles and seven nobles drank together. In front of the heroic man, the wind is far away, and the wind is willing to fall behind others?”
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Not only were Wang Jingzhi and the others shocked, but the spectators also called Qin Mo a demon, suspecting that he was a literary star that had descended from heaven.
"When you are drunk, sing loudly and be wild. Don't think about the matters outside the door. Still disrelish small head of the household to wake up first, can't live for a long time drunk village.”
After Qin Mo composed another poem, Wang Jingzhi and the others ran out of stock. They didn't have the ability to compose a poem on the spot, so they looked at each other with ugly expressions.
Cheng Chumo laughed." If you can't do it, then admit defeat and bark like a dog."”
Wang Jingzhi's face was ashen. It was fine if he lost, but if he barked like a dog, not only would his reputation be ruined, but the Wang family's reputation would also be affected.
He looked around and when he saw his companions who didn't participate in the competition, his face immediately lit up. He gave his companions a look." I need to pee first. I'll come back and compete after I'm done."”
He was using his companion's poem to escape.
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