I have a knife, I can kill monsters when I take it out of its sheath

With Xu Chengwei's departure, the atmosphere in the manor suddenly became much more harmonious, and some people even took the initiative to come over and say hello to Ji Chen.

Ji Chen also had a gentle smile and was courteous. His previous sharpness had been restrained.

At this moment, he seems to be a real scholar.

But this humble and polite scholar almost wiped out the entire family with just his words.

There are also people who are wary of Ji Chen's sharpness and ruthlessness and are unwilling to make friends with him.

After all, when scholars quarrel, I have never seen one of them destroy someone's entire family at every turn.

At this time, a maid came out, carrying plates of fruit and delicacies, and placed them on the table.

The tables are divided into two rows, and there is no order of priority, so you can sit wherever you like.

Everyone knew that the banquet was about to begin, so they all took their seats.

Not long after, Xia Liyun and Zhao Qingcheng walked out.

Zhao Qingcheng was dressed in military uniform, with a heroic appearance, and a murderous aura in his movements.

Xia Lijun is dressed as a scholar, with brocade clothes, jade belt, and mutton-fat crown.

Although they are wearing men's clothing, they still can't hide their breathtaking beauty.

"Uniform temptation!" Ji Chen whispered.

"What is uniform temptation?" Xia Ziran asked curiously.

"It's better if you don't know about the damage to the kidneys and body." Ji Chen said casually.

After Xia Lijun and Zhao Qingcheng sat down, Zhao Qingcheng took the initiative to speak.

"I have kept you students waiting for a long time. You are all heroes of Beizhou and will be the pillars of our country in the future. Zhao has always liked to make friends with students from all over the country and discuss poetry and prose together. I have prepared a small amount of wine today, but I hope you won't dislike it."

Everyone hurriedly said: "General, your words are serious. It is an honor for us to be invited to the banquet today."

Zhao Qingcheng picked up the wine glass on the table and said, "Here's a toast to everyone."

Everyone also raised their glasses quickly and drank it all in one gulp.

The banquet officially began, with the sound of the piano playing, a luthier playing the qin, and Confucian students discussing literature with each other, reciting poems, drinking wine and tasting dishes, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

They talked about national affairs, the current situation in Beizhou, and the upcoming war in Beihuang.

Ji Chen also asked Xia Ziran again about his identity. Xia Ziran then revealed that he was originally the son of Prince Qi of Qingzhou. Since he was a commoner, he did not like family fights, so he came to Beizhou and paid homage to Liangzhou Mansion. Went to Liangzhou Academy.

Ji Chen is a good guy, and he is still a prince.

At this moment, someone said: "I heard that there was a talented man in Liangzhou who had the qualifications of a literary saint. His words caused shocking phenomena, and his poems were even more shocking. I wonder if this handsome man can compose it on the spot. A poem can open my eyes."

The courtyard suddenly fell silent.

The speaker was a young scholar, sitting with Fang Jingyu and others. He was obviously from Fang Jingyu's group.

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes fell on Ji Chen.

This person with the qualifications of a literary sage naturally refers to Ji Chen.

Xia Ziran whispered from the side: "Those are students from Luocheng Academy. Their Confucian robes have the embroidery of Luocheng Academy."

Ji Chen nodded, indicating that he understood that Luocheng Academy was basically composed of Fang Jingyu's group. He had fallen into disgrace with them before, and now he started to fight back.

"Yes, yes! Brother Beigui, just show it off and compose a poem on the spot, so that students from poor families like us can also see the talent and heritage of a scholar."

People around him began to make noises and asked Ji Chen to compose poems on the spot. In fact, most of them wanted to see Ji Chen make a fool of himself.

It's not easy to write poetry. Even if you write it, you have to think about it repeatedly, revise it, and pay attention to rhythm and rhyme.

A poem that has been passed down to the world is all presented after repeated deliberation and revision.

Once Ji Chen composes poems on the spot, there will definitely be many loopholes, and who are the people present? They are either elites from major academies or direct descendants of powerful families.

They will seize these loopholes, criticize Ji Chen, and pull him, a man with the qualifications of a literary saint, from the altar, so as to make him famous.

Seeing that everyone was in high spirits, Zhao Qingcheng also became interested.

She looked at Ji Chen and said, "Since everyone is so interested, how about you just compose a poem?"

She loves poetry. As soon as she stepped into Beizhou, she kept hearing about the legend of Ji Beigui. She especially liked the poem "Heng Dao Ma Ma", and the poem "Drinking Alone under the Moon". But for some reason, she always felt that these two poems were different. Not complete.

At this moment, Fang Jingyu, who had been silent until now, spoke.

"Since it's an impromptu poem, it's better to come up with a title on the spot, lest someone use the poems prepared in advance to fill the number. This also fails to show the talent and heritage of a literary saint."

He looked at Ji Chen with a bright smile and blocked all escape routes with just one sentence.

No matter how much preparation you have done before, how many poems you have written, or how good the poems are, it will not work if you ask the question on the spot.

Because the questions asked on the spot may not necessarily match your poem.

As soon as Fang Jingyu said this, most people at the scene agreed.

Questions given on the spot are even more interesting.

Xia Ziran glanced at Ji Chen and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?"

Ji Chen picked up the wine glass, nodded with a chuckle, and drank it down in one gulp.

Lin Yunhai, who was sitting next to him, quickly poured wine for Ji Chen. After all, they were now a group.

Seeing Ji Chen nod, Xia naturally felt confident, so he suggested: "Since we are just improvising a topic to compose a poem, how about one person make a poem on the spot, and see who can do it faster and better, and then add some bonuses to win the prize?" Good luck, how about it?"

Although his tone was inquiring, there was no politeness in his words. Once everyone disagreed, he could naturally reject the proposal to let Ji Chen compose poems on the spot.

"Okay! I just don't know what kind of bonus Brother Wen Zhong wants to add."

Fang Jingyu readily agreed. More than 80% of the people present wanted to step on Ji Chen and become famous. Eight against two, no matter what, they would win.

After all, improvisational poetry is not about talent, but about literary background.

In terms of literary background, no one at the scene was impressed by anyone who had not studied sacred scriptures, biographies, and various famous books since childhood.

Xia Ziran said: "This lottery prize, if it is silver, is too tacky. As for the treasure, it is too tacky. Since I am a scholar, let's use spiritual stones. How about one kilogram of spiritual stones for each person?"

As soon as he said this, everyone on the scene gasped.

Each person has a kilogram of spiritual stones. How can you say it? Most people at the scene have never even seen spiritual stones!

Sure enough, even Fang Jingyu frowned. He did have the spirit stone, and he could get a pound of it, but not everyone present had it. This lottery alone could eliminate more than 80% of the people, which was not good for him.

At this moment, Xia Lijun, who had been silent until now, spoke.

"The prize for one pound of spiritual stones is really too big, let's do it like this! Those who have spiritual stones will pay for one tael of spiritual stones, and those who don't have spiritual stones, how about one hundred taels of silver."

One hundred taels of silver is a drop in the bucket and extremely unfair compared to one tael of spiritual stones, but this is the way this world is, and absolute fairness does not exist at all.

"Can!"

"Agree!"

"Your Highness, this method is even wonderful!"

Xia Liyun's words were unanimously agreed.