The Number One Catcher In The Capital, You Call This A Dog Leg?

Chapter 871: Counting Plum Blossoms In The Corner

When Xu Qing heard Dong Jian's words, he looked at his retreated fellow countrymen step by step, and at Dong Jian, who was soft-spoken and soft-bodied, and said with great interest, "Then how do you want to compare?"

Dong Jian continued to speak stubbornly; "Scholars should be compared with scholars! Didn't you say that the scene in the corner is more beautiful and elegant than the scene in the garden? Then let's judge the competition with poetry. If Dong Mou can admire his poems, then Dong Mou will naturally be convinced of what your Excellency said!"

Look at Dong Jian's tough mouth, and when he realized that the opponent couldn't beat him, he immediately changed his address from "Your Excellency" to "Xie Tai".

The distance was shortened all of a sudden.

A smile appeared on Xu Qing's face when he heard Dong Jian's words.

At this moment, he deeply understands a truth: reading is to reason with others, while learning martial arts is to let others listen to your reasoning calmly.

Xu Qing looked back at Li Mingyue, and found that Li Mingyue also covered her mouth and smiled lightly.

She was not confident in Xu Qing's martial power just now. Although she had seen Sister Su use martial arts, Sister Bing'er and Xue'er used martial arts, she had never seen Xu Qing use martial arts, so naturally she didn't dare to let him fight with others rashly. Settle disputes by force.

But if it is compared to Wen Dao, she is quite confident. Even Kuang Zhou, the most talented poet among Zhao Guo's younger generation, is not Xu Qing's opponent. How can Dong Jian match Xu Qing?

However, Xu Qing's force today also surprised Li Mingyue, the plum blossom of a strong man's arm was no match for Xu Qing's punch!

She should have thought of it earlier, after living with Sister Su for such a long time, how could she not know Martial Dao well?

I thought it was unparalleled in literary and moral skills, but now it seems that it is clearly capable of both civil and military skills.

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As the so-called snow is not cold, the snow is cold. At this time, the snow has not yet finished. When it is not time to melt the snow, naturally there is no feeling of the cold wind, but you can freely view the garden.

Dong Jian came to watch the plum garden this time, naturally he brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to compose poems and lyrics when he was in the mood, and put them in the small pavilion beside him.

In the small pavilion, there are not only brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, but also a small stove next to it, and a flagon for boiling wine on top of the small stove.

The inkstone is exquisitely carved, and the paper is made of rice paper that can only be produced by the National Chamber of Commerce. In the Zhou Kingdom, it can be regarded as an imported product, and it is very expensive!

It seems that Dong Jian is not from an ordinary family. If the poor family is nothing to do with himself, how would he dare to cause trouble in the capital?

Maybe he can't get used to this, and he can't get used to blaming the people in the capital, I'm afraid they are a family in the local area, otherwise where did they come from such financial resources and confidence?

No wonder he is so brave.

Dare to "speak up for justice" for scholars in a place like the capital where one brick can smash two nobles.

But Xu Qing doesn't have any bad feelings towards Dong Jian now, since a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, Xu Qing naturally doesn't want to be a Dragon King who reveals his identity and twists his mouth by the way.

And what is his status now?

He has become a Marquis!

Do you need to discuss your status with a scholar who is still a student?

Isn't this bullying?

Dong Jian looked at Xu Qing smiling and not speaking, even the female companion beside him also smiled, and couldn't help but annoyed: "Do you dare to compare?"

Xu Qing nodded and said, "Of course I dare to compare, who will come first?"

Since the table in the kiosk is not big and there are a lot of things on it, the available space is really limited, so one person can only write and another person can write.

Dong Jian said: "Brother, let me ask you first, if the things you do in this corner of the wall are better than the poems about the luxuriant scenery, I will be convinced."

Xu Qing agreed and walked over.

Li Mingyue also followed and said, "Then Mingyue will grind it."

As she said that, Li Mingyue stretched out her slender hand to pick up the ink stick on the table, added a little water into the inkstone, and began to grind it gently.

Xu Qing picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink, and then began to move the brush on the paper.

Seeing this scene, Dong Jian was stunned and asked, "Don't you need to think about the meter and rhyme?"

Xu Qing waved his hand: "What's the purpose of brewing that? It's troublesome."

Dong Jian and the scholars around him all had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Listen, is this guy speaking human language?

But Xu Qing didn't care about that, a poem had already appeared on rice paper.

There are several plum branches in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.

I know it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance.

When the scholars around are chanting and chanting, they are already in a good state.

Especially the last two sentences, I know it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance.

From a distance, I know that Baimei is not a snowflake, because there is a dark fragrance coming from it...

It's wonderful!

Scholar A: "I never imagined that such a powerful man could write such good poems!"

Scholar B: "What's wrong with Kong Wu's strength? Can't a scholar be Kong Wu's strength? Did Saint Confucius take Zilu who was able to beat a tiger as his disciple? Do you think Kong Saint persuaded Zilu by reasoning? of?"

Scholar A: "Brother Tai's words are very reasonable, we and other literati should emulate Confucius Saint."

Scholar C: "Come on, you are still on par with Kong Saint with your small body?"

Scholar A: "..."

...

Xu Qing looked at Dong Jian on the opposite side and said, "I've finished my poem, brother, it's your turn."

Dong Jian looked at the poems on the table, then looked at the smiling Xu Qing, his throat moved, and he said, "I admire you for being a talented brother. In just four sentences, you can describe a few white plums so proudly." Yazhi, I admit defeat."

Such a poem, even if he took the scenery of the lush place, it is impossible to beat this person.

Xu Qing nodded and said: "I just said it below. What I said to Mingyue just now is different from person to person and from environment to situation. It's not that Xiongtai is an ordinary person."

Dong Jian waved his hand: "Brother, don't be sarcastic about me. From now on, I'll walk around the garden by the wall..."

Xu Qing: "Why are you bothering?"

Dong Jian cupped his hands and said: "It was my younger brother who was wrong just now. Today, my younger brother is considered blind. From now on, if your brother encounters difficulties, feel free to come to my younger brother for help. What's wrong with your brother is your matter."

"It's the same with me." Dong Jian's fellow villagers also cupped hands to Xu Qing one after another, as if they were already impressed by Xu Qing's literary talent.

The surrounding crowd couldn't help laughing when they saw this scene.

In the end, the farce was spent amidst laughter and laughter, which added a bit of fun to this cold winter.

But at this moment, a group of yamen servants came over suddenly, the leader held a chain and made a jingling sound, he looked at the fallen plum tree in the snow and said, "Who dares to damage the tree in the plum garden! Hurry up and follow me to the yamen to confess!"

Xu Qing didn't expect that Dong Jiang would find him just after talking about difficulties, and the difficulties would come.

Xu Qing raised her head to look at Dong Jian, but Dong Jian and the people around them backed away immediately after realizing it, not daring to say a word.

Just pointing fingers.