This villain is extremely cautious

"Miss Xuanxuan, you've already admitted yourself twice, will you lose the next one?"

Wang Yu looked at Zhao Xuanxuan with playful eyes and a sneer on his lips.

Wanyankang and Ji Ning's expressions became extremely ugly.

If they really lose, the price they have to pay will be huge.

Even what they say is unbearable.

They all looked at Tang Bin in unison.

Tang Bin's expression was a little uncertain.

But I wasn't too alarmed.

Just very surprised.

How could it be such a coincidence?

Did both of them hit the theme?

What kind of bad luck did Wang Yu have?

He gave Ji Ning and the others a reassuring look.

According to the information he has, Wang Yu currently has the most, and he probably only knows two poems.

Even if there is a third song, it’s impossible to hit the theme, right?

And Zhao Xuanxuan didn’t get it for free.

As long as it's not the best song of all time, she should be able to fight.

It’s a song that will last forever, but it’s not Chinese cabbage.

However, a few people were still a little worried. You must know that Wang Yu also had a free question.

As long as he can master a poem of the same level, they will lose three to two.

"The third song is about war."

Don't think too much about it.

Wang Yu picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and began to recite the third poem: "Glow-in-the-dark cup of fine wine."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone's eyes lit up.

Isn’t this describing the current scene?

Could it be that Wang Yu was really composing poetry impromptu?

In just seven words, a grand banquet filled with colors, dazzling items, and overflowing wine was painted in their minds.

It's just that this sentence doesn't seem to have anything to do with the war?

"If you want to drink Pipa, please hurry up."

Wang Yu's eyes were sharp and he sang again.

Several great scholars trembled all over.

This sentence means that when everyone was preparing to drink, the band also played the pipa, adding to the cheerful atmosphere.

But the last word "urge" in this sentence makes people think a little bit.

Is the horn sounding, urging departure?

This means that when our soldiers drink, we should drink as much as we urge them to, or should we drink as we please?

There are some problems with this!

Are you provoking the imperial power?

Or maybe this word is connected with the previous word "horse", which means playing the pipa on a horse to exaggerate a scene of joyful banquet?

Some great scholars, you look at me and I look at you, they are all a little unsure.

I can only hold my breath and concentrate, waiting for Wang Yu's next sentence, and then think back and forth before making a judgment.

Wang Yu suddenly let out a long sigh: "Jun Moxiao, who is lying drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

"hiss----"

Several great scholars couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The doubts between his eyebrows became even worse.

They silently recited the poems written by Wang Yu.

Wang Yu's last two sentences, if we follow the poetic meaning of the first two sentences, should be about drinking and drinking at a banquet.

The whole poem seems to be in a joyful feast. The scene and artistic conception are definitely not one or two people drinking and drinking to drown their sorrows.

The emotions reflected in its bright language and ups and downs of rhythm are unrestrained and fanatical; it shows an artistic charm of excitement and yearning.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems to have another meaning.

It seemed like he was pretending to be drinking heavily, but he was extremely sad.

It expresses Wang Yu's anti-war lamentation and reveals the tragic fact that there have been very few survivors since the beginning of the war. However, it uses a heroic and broad-minded writing to express a tragic emotion of seeing death as if it were home. This makes people feel that through this kind of

The seemingly bold and open-minded mind revealed more clearly the sadness and disillusionment deep in the hearts of the soldiers.

Once something becomes controversial, it will easily arouse people's desire to explore, and they will subconsciously want to study it thoroughly.

This eternal song that has touched countless passionate men has its own share of controversies.

Wang Yu copied this poem to make these old guys lose a few more hairs.

"Huh~~"

After an unknown amount of time, some people exhaled a long breath and came back to their senses from the artistic conception of the poem.

The eyes that looked at Wang Yu changed a lot.

Judging from Wang Yu's experience, the second type seems to be more suitable for this poem.

He fought all the way, acted vigorously and killed countless people. He was used to seeing too much life and death. It is normal for him to write such a poem.

He did not wait for Zhao Xuanxuan to speak, nor did he give the scholars a chance to ask questions.

Wang Yu sneered: "The next song is about homesickness!"

this......

Everyone felt a little confused.

These eternal masterpieces seem like cabbage to Wang Yu.

How come this song follows one after another without any breath at all?

Tang Bin was completely stunned at this time.

How is that possible?

How could Wang Yu recite the third poem?

And it’s still such an eternal masterpiece?

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Xuanxuan's forehead at this time.

After such a long time, she also composed poems in her mind, but they were far different from this one and even the previous two.

This time, she was determined not to admit defeat.

She frowned and began to think deeply.

I want to compose a poem that can be compared with this poem.

But how easy is this?

"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground."

When Wang Yu sang these two verses, the eyes of the great scholars who were still recalling the previous verses widened.

These two lines of poetry describe the poet's momentary illusions in the specific environment of visiting a foreign country.

For a person who lives alone in a foreign country, running around and busy during the day can dilute the sorrow of separation. However, in the dead of night, waves of longing for his hometown will inevitably arise in his heart.

What's more, it's a moonlit night, let alone an autumn night with a frosty moonlight.

"This word "question" is well used!"

A great scholar couldn't help but said:

"It vividly expresses that when the young prince wakes up from sleep, he mistook the cold moonlight shining in front of the bed for the thick frost covering the ground. The word "frost" is used better, which not only describes the brightness of the moonlight, but also the frost on the ground.

It also expresses the coldness of the season and highlights the loneliness and desolation of the young Marquis wandering in a foreign country."

It is very impolite to interrupt the chanting, even excessive.

Writing poetry requires inspiration. Once the inspiration is interrupted, it is likely to disappear.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on this great scholar.

Even ordinary people would not dare to do this kind of thing casually.

Not to mention a highly respected scholar.

The scholar's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly turned to Wang Yu and bowed slightly: "I'm sorry, I can't help myself at the moment. I hope I didn't disturb the young Marquis."

"It's okay!"

Wang Yu smiled and shook his head, but looked at him deeply.

It was as if he wanted to engrave the appearance of this great Confucian in his mind.

Can't help it?

If you believe this kind of lie, you will become a ghost within a short time.