Zhao Kuo was indeed shameless. Although he raised the stakes, the conditions he raised could be said to have completely blocked the possibility of Su Dong winning. However, he still spoke plausibly.
Su Dong sneered, "Young Master Zhao is indeed from a well-known family, and he is very good. Why don't you just ask me to make ten or twenty more poems? In that case, I will just kneel down in front of you without getting up. What's wrong with you?" Relieve your anger!"
Without waiting for Zhao Kuo to speak, he continued on his own, but still with a strong sense of ridicule, "But I am willing to give Mr. Zhao this opportunity, lest you make excuses later saying that I don't dare. Now, What I want to ask is, Mr. Zhao, are you sure you only need three songs? If there are more, you can still change your mind, lest you lose and be unconvinced."
He had such a loud tone that even Jing Qiu couldn't help but pinch him, blaming him for being too crazy and not understanding enough to just accept it, but Zhao Kuo really didn't have the face to say that he wanted to play five or eight songs or even If he is like that, no matter how shameless he is, he will never be able to see anyone.
"Dr. Su is very eloquent, and we all have already seen it," Zhao Kuo also sneered and counterattacked: "This makes me look forward to Da Xia Su's next performance even more. I just hope you don't disappoint everyone when you fail."
Even if it was settled, there was a commotion at the scene, but Su Dong raised his hand to Zheng Yuruo, "In that case, please Fairy Yuruo and the two princesses to come up with a charter, and, with all due respect, since the bet has been decided, Did Mr. Zhao also take out the gambling money and put it in the hands of the three notaries? Otherwise, I'm afraid that Mr. Zhao will "accidentally" forget it later."
But he joked again, "By the way, I don't want to take advantage of Mr. Zhao. If Mr. Zhao agrees to the one billion taels of gambling money, once he loses, he only needs to shout to the sky ten times that I am a pig, let us all As long as you can hear it"
Everyone couldn't help laughing, but Zhao Kuo was very vigilant. Su Dong was so calm, how could he not be surprised and doubtful, but he was already riding a tiger and it was difficult to get off. Moreover, the three poems were not that simple. He glared at Su Dong with hatred, and took off a piece of gold and jade from his body. On it was a nine-clawed golden dragon that seemed to be alive. It was as delicate and beautiful as a Chinese knot. At the same time, he put the unicorn on his waist. The leather bag was unpacked. The unicorn skin was better than the water lizard by more than ten blocks. It was a good thing that was not only waterproof and fire-proof, but also protected against knives and guns.
He stretched out his hand and threw it, which showed his skill. A colorful phoenix appeared in the air, holding the brocade bag and Tianlonglin in its mouth. It showed its beautiful figure in the air and appeared on Zheng Yuruo's body. When Zheng Yuruo reached out, the colorful phoenix lowered its head, put the kit and Tianlonglin in Zheng Yuruo's hand, and then disappeared.
"Stop trying to use your words, maybe you want to buy more time," Zhao Kuo seemed to have woken up. As soon as Zheng Yuruo got the things, he sneered: "If it really doesn't work, you can just admit defeat, but I will I can also think carefully about sparing you." Although he said this, he also revealed his uneasy state of mind.
Zheng Yuruo took the things and discussed it with Ning Xuewei and Mo Qingyan. As the matter was like this, there was no need to say anything else. He turned back and said slowly: "Since Mr. Zhao and Master Su have agreed, then I will Let¡¯s talk about the regulations. The first thing is time. Because there are three poems, more is needed. Therefore, the two princesses and I both think that the time of two sticks of incense is better. As for the evaluation of poems, it must be excellent works. , this superiority must be understood by all of us, and at the same time, it is natural to pay attention to residual loads"
Seeing Zhao Kuo nodding, Su Dong felt happy. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the brush on the table without hesitation. On the white paper that Jingqiu had spread out, the pen moved quickly and suddenly. Wrote the first song.
"Miscellaneous Ode¡¤Remnant Lotus" - "The autumn wind blows white waves, and the autumn rain destroys the lotus. Thirty miles away from the flat lake, passers-by feel the abundance of autumn."
Jingqiu looked at it first, then looked at Su Dong happily, picked up the calligraphy treasure as if offering a treasure, and ran to the pavilion without waiting for Liu Yue and the others to appreciate it carefully. Zhao Kuo was a little lucky at first, but After hearing Zheng Yuruo read it out slowly, my heart skipped a beat and I began to regret it.
But at this time, Su Dong had already started the second poem. This was a poem from Li Jing's "Huansha Stream" - "The fragrance of the lotus leaves is gone, and the westerly wind is worried about the blue waves. Still sharing the time." Haggard and unsightly. The drizzle dreamed back to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building. How many teardrops with infinite hatred, leaning on the railing."
The last miscellany was far worse than the first one written by Su Dong. Of course, it definitely exceeded the requirements. However, those who know the art can't help but think that if Su Dong's next song drops to another level like this, then it will be terrible. Mysterious. But as soon as this poem came up, not to mention Zheng Yuruo and Mo Qingyan, even Ning Xuewei was surprised, because this is not falling but rising, and it isShe never imagined that Su Dong could actually have such a good saying. She couldn't help but curse in her heart. Could it be that the young commander who was so mediocre in the past was just pretending, or was this also the talent of a heavenly messenger?
"What's interesting is that the man who paid one billion taels actually stood up and defended Zhao Kuo, "There is no residual load in this word. Although it sounds pretty good, it shouldn't be counted."
Most of the people at the scene were happy. Liu Tianke took the opportunity. He sat at Su Dong's table. In this beautiful scene, he couldn't help but feel a little proud. Therefore, he scolded him unceremoniously. , "Idiot, it's not scary to have no knowledge. What's scary is that you still show off your "intelligence" without knowledge."
If Zhao Kuo still had a glimmer of hope at this time, by the time Su Dong finished writing the third poem, he had only anger and hatred left. Su Dong used Liu Yong this time. "Licorice Seed: Autumn Twilight" by the Great Lover - "At autumn twilight, lotuses are scattered randomly, and pearls rain down. The rain passes over the moon, and it is cold in Yuanyangpu. There is no one in the pond, but I am alone. Emotions! But we share the parrots in the golden cage and recite the words of the pink man."
This poem was about a woman's emptiness, loneliness, and coldness. It was very delicate and expressive, but it was written by a rough-looking person like Su Dong. Everyone's jaws dropped in shock, and Jingqiu's eyes widened. Staring at Su Dong without blinking, he was not only surprised, but also confused. This uncle was too often unexpected!
What no one expected was that the first person to react at this time was Zhao Kuo. Moreover, he was actually applauding. His face no longer looked angry, and even had a slight smile on his face. "Su Daxia is so talented." , the five-body throw that the boy admired, was defeated and had nothing to say, and what makes the boy admire even more is that Su Daxia has such a detailed understanding of women!"
There is something in this, but compared to the previous one, it is obviously N times more upscale, and you definitely can't find fault with it. Su Dong laughed out loud in the astonishment of everyone, "I'm not boasting, although my martial arts skills are ordinary. But I am very confident about poetry and songs.¡±
Looking at Zhao Kuo, he joked again unceremoniously: "Young master Zhao donated generously today, and I am in the right mood. At this moment, I will send you another song." Zhao Kuo was really hating him to death, but he could only listen to Su Dong boasted with a proud look on his face, "Although this is the icing on the cake, I feel that this is the work that truly satisfies me."
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