Chapter 187 Brother Beigui Is so Talented, I Can’t Wait

What's more, there's no need to compete. They are outnumbered, and if they want to find faults in Ji Chen's poems, whether they are mediocre or rhyming, they can always find faults in hastily composed poems.

But their poems are directly recognized by heaven and earth, so you are not even qualified to comment on them, so you are still picking on trivial matters.

The Confucian scholar who promised to kowtow was also pale, and he wanted to slap himself in the face at this moment.

After paying homage to the poem, Xia Lijun ordered the maid to put the poem away.

The maid did not dare to neglect and carefully carried the tray down.

Zhao Qingcheng looked at everyone and asked: "Is there anyone who can write a better poem than this?"

There was a collective silence at the scene. Just kidding, who the hell can write a better poem than this? I can’t guarantee it even if a great scholar is here!

Xia Ziran looked at Fang Jingyu and others with a bright smile, "Brother Fang, Brother Jingyu, where are your poems? Write them down for me and other poor students to look up to.

"I lost!" Fang Jingyu's face was gloomy, but he was straightforward. There was no need to continue to seek boredom at this time.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little tense, Xia Lijun opened his mouth to relax the atmosphere.

"Since there is no better poem than this, I declare that Ji Beigui wins this poem competition."

A maid came forward, picked up the lottery from the table, and placed it on Ji Chen's table.

Ji was not polite, and started splitting accounts with Xia Ziran without any scruples.

The spirit stones alone weighed forty kilograms. Ji Chen and Fang Jingyu each added seventeen kilograms. Adding in the others', it was more than forty kilograms.

Ji Chen gave Xia Ziran twenty kilograms, then grabbed a handful of banknotes and placed them on Xia Ziran's table.

Xia Ziran smiled heartily.

The two of them put away the spirit stones and banknotes as if no one was around.

After collecting the winnings, Ji Chen looked sideways at Xia Ziran and asked, "Brother Xia, do you know what the most delicious meal in the world is?"

"Soft rice?" Xia Ziran answered doubtfully.

"No, it's free prostitution!"

Xia Ziran's eyes lit up. Really, he was making money for nothing now, including today's meal.

Fang Jingyu was furious and looked very ugly.

Ji Chen looked at the Confucian scholar who said he wanted to kowtow.

"Is it time to honor the bet, brother?"

The Confucian scholar's face was pale. If he kowtowed, he would be really disgraced and would never be able to face other scholars again.

"Brother Beigui, forget it. He was also quick to speak out. If you don't let him apologize, don't kowtow."

A Confucian scholar came out to smooth things over, wanting to be a good person to Xini and please both sides.

"Okay, I'll kowtow for him, six times. After I kowtow, I won't care about it anymore."

Ji Chen snarled back in a cold voice. For such a merciless Holy Mother, he should just smack him back.

In troubled times, people who kill their mothers first are even more disgusting than bad people.

The Confucian scholar was silenced by Ji Chen's rebuke.

"If you are willing to gamble, you must admit defeat. If I lose today, will you let me go?"

Ji Chen looked around at everyone with cold eyes. Most people at the scene wanted to use him as a stepping stone. If he lost today, these people would not hesitate to step on him to become famous.

Seeing Ji Chen's tough attitude, no one dared to speak anymore.

The Confucian scholar finally stood up, knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"I was wrong. I didn't know that Brother Beigui was so talented, but I was short-sighted."

As a scholar, he was forced to kowtow in front of a man who had gold under his knees. He no longer had the face to stay here. Before Ji Chen could say anything, he got up and walked outside.

The atmosphere in the hospital was a little tense for a while.

At this moment, a Confucian scholar said: "I have a question that I would like to ask Brother Beigui."

The Confucian scholar who spoke was one of Fang Jingyu's group. Ji Chen knew that this guy was going to cause trouble again.

"Please say!"

"This poem of yours is indeed good, but the artistic conception in this poem does not seem to match your age, especially at the end of the poem, which reveals a sense of helpless desolation. I am very curious about what you have experienced to be able to Do something like this.”

After what he said, everyone became curious. The artistic conception of this poem did not match Ji Chen's age. If it was written by a general in his later years, it would make sense.

The Confucian scholar looked at Ji Chen with a smile. The poem was a poem of the ages. It was good, but after all, he found a fault with the artistic conception. It was not the fault of the poem, but of Ji Chen. At his age, he should not have such a problem. Experience and artistic conception are. So there is a problem with the origin of this poem.

Ji Chen sneered and said: "Don't take your ignorance as a personality. It is better to travel thousands of miles to read thousands of books. I was born in the borderlands and grew up in the borderlands. I have seen too many veterans and twilight heroes in the borderlands. Instead of questioning here, It’s time to take a walk in the wilderness and take a look at the bones of those who sacrificed their lives for the country and buried other countries, and those old heroes who, although they are old, still have the passion to serve the country.”

"Although they are old, their loyalty to the country remains undiminished. They want to return to the battlefield, but they are unable to do so. The heroes are not only the princes and nobles who live in the temples, but also the veterans who have spent their entire lives in the frontier."

"You keep claiming to be patriotic, but in my opinion, you are not as good as these veterans from the frontier, who ruin the country with empty talk, and rejuvenate the country with hard work!"

Ji Chen's every word was astonishing and enlightening, especially the sentence that the heroes were not only the princes and nobles who lived in the temples, but also the veterans who had spent their lives in the frontiers and deserts, which made all the Confucian scholars feel enlightened and ashamed.

"Been taught a lesson!"

The Confucian scholar was ashamed and stood up and saluted Ji Chen.

Other Confucian scholars also cupped their fists and saluted Ji Chen.

"I've been taught a lesson. Brother Beigui's knowledge is beyond our reach."

Even Lin Yunhai next to him expressed his appreciation for Ji Chen's salute.

Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years.

Ji Chen's words convinced everyone, including Zhao Qingcheng and Xia Liyun.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Zhao Qingcheng raised the wine glass: "I toast to everyone, and I toast to Ji Beigui. Today's gathering is worth it to have this poem that will last forever."

"General, you are too polite."

Everyone did not dare to neglect it and raised their glasses in response.

After putting down the wine, Zhao Qingcheng looked at Ji Chen curiously.

"I also like your poem "Swords and Horses" and "Drinking under the Moon", but I feel that your poem "Drinking under the Moon" seems to be incomplete. I wonder if you have a complete one. If you do, you might as well write it down and let everyone admire it."

"Yes, yes! Write it down and let everyone admire it!"

The Confucian scholars also echoed.

Ji nodded: "To be honest with the general and you, there is indeed a complete one. When I wrote that poem, I was also excited and just chanted a few sentences casually."

"Prepare the rice paper!" Zhao Qingcheng waved his hand and ordered.

Soon, a maid brought rice paper and spread it on Ji Chen's desk.

Ji Chen picked up the ruler, pressed it on the rice paper, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and began to write.

Xia Ziran and Lin Yunhai also came over again.

Ji Chen wrote a sentence, and they read it out.

Drinking Alone Under the Moon

A pot of wine among the flowers,

Drinking alone without a lover,

Raising the cup to invite the bright moon,

The shadow and I become three people.

The moon does not know how to drink,

The shadow only follows me.

Accompany the moon and the shadow for a while,

Enjoy the spring.

I sing and the moon lingers,

I dance and the shadow is messy.

We enjoy each other when we wake up,

Finally, we separate.

Forever bound by the heartless journey,

See each other in the distant Milky Way.

Ji Chen finished writing, and Xia Ziran finished reading.

After Ji Chen finished writing, the whole place was silent, and everyone was attracted by the artistic conception of the poem again and was intoxicated by it.

What a good poem Drinking Alone Under the Moon, the artistic conception of this poem is completely different from the previous one Pozhenzi, and they are two completely different styles.