The Lone Star of the Tang Dynasty

But deep down in his heart, he was still full of unwillingness: "Why? I, the Qinghe Cui family, came from a famous family, have been taught by countless famous teachers since I was a child, and have seen countless contemporary people's demeanor, these are the superior conditions accumulated by my family for several generations! This small trader, even if he has studied hard for ten years, how can he compare with me?"

The more he thought about it, the more angry Cui Pinyu became, suddenly raised his head and questioned Li Changge hoarsely: "Don't be deceived by him! His piano skills are by no means a day's work, he must have prepared the psalms of Yongqin a long time ago, and today he is just using the old works to suit the occasion!"

Then, he made an oath: "If I come up with three topics, you can't make a new poem within seven steps, and you don't want to take this qin away! But if I can do it, I, Cui Pinyu, am willing to cut off relations with the Qinghe Cui clan, be willing to be a slave, and serve you!"

Cui Pinyu's loud shout, like thunder on the ground, instantly attracted the attention of the audience. Countless pairs of eyes were glaring or frowning at the moment, and even the children of the family who had always been silent in the crowd were dissatisfied with this. They secretly thought in their hearts that even if they wanted to compete for a high level, they should not make it so difficult for others on such an occasion, which not only lost their identity, but also insulted the name of the children of the family. If you really want to compete, it should at least be above the officialdom, not in front of the public.

Cheng Chumo couldn't hold it back, rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush up to teach this arrogant and domineering kid a lesson, he felt that such a person could survive in Chang'an City so far, it was simply a shame for the emperor's grace.

Changsun Chong stopped him in time.

"Eldest Sun Chong, what are you going to stop me from doing? You can still stand this kind of person?" Cheng Chumo was furious.

The eldest grandson Chong persuaded: "Chu Mo, calm down and ......."

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Cheng Chumo was about to have a seizure, but was interrupted again by Changsun Chong.

"Chu Mo, mention Ling Zun again, I'm afraid you will regret it. Now is the time to think about the urgency of official business. "

Changsun Chong knew that although the Qinghe Cui clan had suffered a heavy blow recently, it still had the ability to talk to the imperial court. Therefore, he used a metaphor to explain why it was not easy to meddle in the matter.

"Chu Mo, if there is a fight in the army, do you have to rely on the officer to come forward to solve the problem?"

Cheng Chu was silent when he heard this, and he was stunned for a moment. He knew that the rules in the army were that officers were not allowed to intervene in fights between soldiers, otherwise it would only exacerbate the conflict. So he began to think about the current situation, and it seemed that it was really inconvenient to help directly.

Seeing Cheng Chumo's hesitation, Changsun Chong further explained: "This level can only be faced and solved by himself. If he fails to pass this test, it will be difficult for other scholars to stand up for him when others criticize him in the future. It was a trial for him and an opportunity for him to prove himself to the world. "

The

truth couldn't be more obvious, just as a referee in the arena can't play in person. Although Cheng Chumo is not familiar with the meaning of the modern word "referee", he is very transparent about this kind of human feelings.

After thinking about it, he could only sigh helplessly: "Alas...... In that case, I can only wait here for this little brother's performance. "

Cheng Chumo realized that at first he made a righteous move to relieve the siege, but now that Li Changge has taken the offer head-on, if he goes to help again, it seems to admit that he can't deal with the challenge alone, and only he can win this battle by himself. The surrounding readers also knew this, but they were all shocked by Cui Pinyu's harsh requirements.

"How is this good? Do you really want him to become a poem in seven steps?"

"It's over, even if this young man in black is a master of the piano, he is not Cao Zhi after all!".

Although many scholars supported Li Changge in their hearts and were convinced that the poem he had just written would be passed down through the ages, many even planned to inscribe the poem in their own study to show their admiration. However, they also had to face the reality that this poem was most likely the work that Li Changge had prepared for a long time, and the temporary proposition of seven steps into a poem was undoubtedly an almost impossible task.

Wang Fuchou's face was gloomy at the moment, and his eyes flashed with anger.

He knew that just one sentence could make Cui Pinyu pay a heavy price, this Cui Pinyu dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, even if the Qinghe Cui clan was huge, he would not make enemies with him for such an unsuccessful son, not to mention that his connections in the court were extraordinary. However, as Changsun Chong said, Li Changge has already responded to the battle, and he can't intervene to help at this moment, otherwise it will only expose Li Changge's weaknesses, which is absolutely unacceptable.

Thinking of Cao Zhi's narrow victory in seven steps to become a poem, and the fact that everyone like the teacher would never use ordinary works to deal with this matter, Wang Fuchou became more and more anxious in his heart, and secretly regretted that the apprenticeship just now seemed too hasty.

Just when this tense atmosphere was about to reach its peak, Li Changge suddenly laughed aloud and broke the deadlock

"Seven steps to poetry, don't be so troublesome, continue to serve me wine, I only need a pot of wine to write a poem!".

Li Changge's words instantly stunned the audience again.

A jug of wine and a poem, which requires it to sound even more exaggerated and outrageous.

It

was already difficult to compose poetry, let alone in a drunken state, and everyone almost doubted whether Li Changge was overconfident or even a little reckless. Despite his misgivings, the wine was quickly put on the table.

Cui Pinyu was also shocked when he saw this, and felt incredulous at Li Changge's way of responding.

He tried to question, "How long are you going to drink this pot of wine, don't drink it until next month!".

Before his words could be settled, Li Changge had already raised the wine jug and drank heavily.

The

whole scene fell into a deathly silence, and even the slightest sound could be heard clearly.

Empress Changsun, who was watching the battle from a high place in the attic, and many dignitaries and dignitaries around her, were also deeply shocked by the scene in front of them.

They couldn't help but secretly speculate: Could it be that this young genius is really the reincarnation of an immortal?

Li Changge didn't drag the mud and water, drank a pot of wine in an instant, looked at Cui Pinyu with a slightly drunken gaze, and asked lightly: "Is the question out?"

Compared with the vague seven-step time, the time of this pot of wine is almost one-tenth of it, and he declares with practical actions: there is no need to play with words, a pot of wine is drunk in one gulp, it is so crisp and neat!

Cui Pinyu knew in his heart that he might have kicked the iron plate today, but he also knew that it was difficult to recover the water, and there was no room for regret in front of everyone.

So, he tried to stabilize his mind and gave the first question: "Take the mountain as the theme, start for a limited time!".

Since ancient times, although there are many poems about mountains and rivers, there are few unique works that can really be handed down from generation to generation.

Cui Pinyu secretly gritted his teeth and decided that this topic would definitely stump Li Changge.

When Li Changge heard the theme of "mountain", he did not show the slightest nervousness, but just drank another pot of wine indifferently, and then opened his lips slightly, as if he had become a poem in his chest: "How is Dai Zongfu, Qi Lu Qing has not ......".