"That's a good suggestion!"

"The country must not only deter with force, but also promote civilized governance!"

Civil servants agreed one after another.

On the other hand, the military generals looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. There were many Confucian generals who were knowledgeable about literature, Taoism and military strategy, but they were no match for civilian officials when they wrote poems on the spot.

Li Shilong proposed that poetry fighting was not only to mediate conflicts between civil and military officials, but more importantly, to use civil servants to frustrate the arrogance of military generals when necessary. This was the way to achieve balance.

At this time, a civil servant suggested: "Your Majesty, today the world is at peace, and your Majesty's civil and martial arts are as holy as those of ancient kings. I have a poem for your Majesty to appreciate!"

Everyone pricked up their ears and heard the man reciting.

Qin Mo almost vomited. This was too much for a dog to praise. It was so straightforward to praise someone.

Looking at Li Shilong, he is smiling and obviously in a good mood.

"Your Majesty, Wei Chen has finished reading!"

The man said.

"Qin Mo, cut a deer leg for him!" Li Shilong said with a smile.

Qin Mo was speechless, but he still did as he was told. The minister was so excited that he burst into tears of gratitude.

I really cried with snot and tears on the spot, which blinded Qin Mo.

Sure enough, the literati are much better than the military generals.

Afterwards, everyone wrote poems one after another, some praising Li Shilong.

Some also used poems to express their ambitions, in short, all to attract Li Shilong's attention.

"Liang Aiqing, your poems are outstanding, why don't you compose poems?" Li Shilong wanted to see what poems Liang Zheng would make.

But Liang Zheng had no intention of writing a poem. Instead, he said firmly: "Your Majesty, too much praise will make people immersed in it. Daqian is far from peaceful and peaceful for the country and the people. If you are content with the status quo, you will lose your original intention. Civil servants are not afraid of death."

Admonished, military commanders are not afraid of fighting to the death, and only when they work hard can the country be peaceful and the people be safe."

Qin Mo looked at Liang Zheng in a different light. Apart from being a bit old-fashioned, what Old Liang said was quite reasonable.

It would be better if you don't cause trouble for him.

Li Shilong looked displeased. This Liang Zheng suppressed him with his principles every day, but he still couldn't refute.

Don’t you understand the degree of relaxation?

It's Dong Shou now, do we have to confront him?

The originally lively atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

At this time, Gongsun Wuji stepped forward to smooth things over, "Wei Chen has a poem here, please appreciate it by your majesty!"

Li Shilong suppressed his displeasure. After listening to Gongsun Wuji's flattering poems, his mood improved a lot.

The atmosphere at the scene was also very lively. After this time, someone said: "Old man Cheng, don't you claim to be a Confucian general, why can't you fart for a long time?"

Cheng Sanfu's face darkened, "A Confucian general needs to be able to write poetry? It's enough for me to know the art of war!"

"Everyone is participating, but you are the only ones drinking. Isn't it too boring? Isn't it possible that no one among you can compose a poem?"

This suddenly ignited the emotions of the generals, "Who said none of us can do it?"

"That's right, if you're not convinced, let's compete!"

Someone in the crowd said: "The poems you just mentioned are too false. They are either flattering or false. How about we use the battlefield or battlefield as the theme?"

"What's not allowed!"

"Isn't that easy?"

Wenchen was very confident.

Li Shilong took a sip of wine and didn't stop him. These people really didn't know what they were doing. Wasn't this delivered to their doorstep?

If Liu Chenghu was here, they might still be able to compete.

Liu Chenghu was good at fighting, a Confucian commander, and had outstanding literary talent. Even Liang Zheng often praised him.

Although the remaining ones have some literary talent, they can at most write a few limericks!

"I'll go first!"

Gongsun Wuji understood what Li Shilong was thinking, and said: "The gold and iron horses are strong..."

Almost every two steps he took, a poem would pop out of his mouth. The poems were also very majestic and made everyone applaud.

"Okay, I've finished reading, it's your turn!" Gongsun Wuji said with a smile.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense. On the general's side, everyone was whispering to each other.

Even Cheng Sanfu knew that this poem written by Gongsun Wuji was very good.

Everyone frowned, and the sons of military commanders also became anxious.

"Are you good or not? It's been ten breaths and no one has accepted the challenge?"

"What are you urging me to do? Poems can only be obtained by patting your head. Don't you think about it?" Cheng Sanxu replied.

"But you have to have a time limit. If you want to come up with it tomorrow, do we have to wait until tomorrow?"

"That's right, the maximum is thirty breaths. If you can't do it at thirty breaths, you lose!"

Cheng Sanxu whispered to Li Cungong: "What should I do? Have you figured it out?"

Li Cungong's eyes widened, "I can't think of anything, but Gongsun Wuji's poem is a top-notch poem. If I could think of it, wouldn't I become a civil servant?"

Cheng Sanxu looked at the others, "Which bastard just said that there was a poetry competition? You know how to believe it, isn't that the big man playing with embroidery needles?"

Hearing this, many people laughed.

Gongsun Wuji showed a proud smile on his face.

Although this is just a small competition, it is the victory that civil servants have longed for.

Da Qian was about to establish his country.

It has been almost twenty years now, and there are fighting almost every year.

Therefore, the status of military commanders is very high, while the status of civil servants is not too high.

After all, what the two sides are fighting for is nothing more than rights.

"Do you know poetry?"

Cheng Sanfu looked at Cheng Dabao and others, their heads were shaking like rattles.

"A worthless thing can't even write poetry!"

Cheng Sanfu cursed.

Cheng Dabao and others are extremely wronged. Don’t you yourself know how to do it? Why should you expect them to know how to do it?

"It's been twenty breaths now, you still have ten breaths left!" Gongsun Wuji reminded.

Gongsun Chong, Du Youwei and others looked at each other and laughed.

In other words, there is no one here who doesn't laugh at Wen Chen.

Qin Mo hit Ha Qie, feeling that they were really boring and quarreling with children. If they didn't like the other party, he could just hit them with his fists.

If you have to fight for poetry, this is fine. If someone uses the provocation method to stimulate you, you will go straight to the head.

It can be expected that the general will be embarrassed soon.

But this has nothing to do with him.

Seeing that the agreed thirty breath time was coming, a person suddenly said: "Qin Hanzi can do arithmetic. The two Liang masters can't compare with him. He can definitely compose poetry!"

The speaker was none other than Cheng Dabao!

Cheng Sanxu was also stunned, "Yes, how could I forget Qin Mo!"

He looked at Qin Mo and saw that Qin Mo had a masked face. He strode forward and slapped him on the shoulder with a palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, "Nephew Qin, this matter is related to the glory of our general. As a

I’ll leave the poetry to you!”

Cheng Sanxu secretly gave Cheng Dabao a thumbs up. He knew that no one among the generals was right, so he simply blamed Qin Mo for this matter.
Chapter completed!