Haha, woman.

Song Chi knew very well that it was not because of his good poetry, but because the line "Brushing the clouds and wishing Ming Fei" was too destructive and hit Liang Qingwu's heart directly.

While he was lost in thought, Liang Qingwu had already walked up to him and asked directly, "What is the title of this poem?"

Song Chi glanced at Song Ming, his eyes full of provocation. "Let me teach you how to take down Liang Qingwu," he said in a low voice, "This poem is called Ning'an Prefecture's Gift to the Female Commander."

Hearing this, Liang Qingwu's eyes lit up again, and then she said in a deep voice: "Song Chi, I will remember you!"

Liang Qingwu was even happier. She really remembered this young man. He had performed well in the military exercise just now, which in a sense helped her out. Now this poem gave her a great surprise.

She doesn't like poetry, especially those romantic poems that are full of whining and sentimental things.

But this poem is different because it touches her heart.

Everyone in the world is a mortal, and no one can escape fame and fortune. Liang Qingwu is not a person who pursues fame and fortune, but it also depends on what kind of fame it is.

How could a woman refuse a name like "Concubine Zhu Ming on the Clouds"?

Scholars often say that their dream is to cultivate themselves, govern the country and bring peace to the world. In fact, everyone understands that this is not a dream but an ideal.

For thousands of years, scholars have had only one biggest dream, which is to leave their names in history.

It should be said that this is everyone's ultimate dream.

Liang Qingwu also longed to become like Ming Fei, leaving her name in history and being remembered by future generations.

She murmured softly, feeling more and more fond of him, and the more she looked at Song Chi, the more she found him pleasing to the eye. Thinking of this, Liang Qingwu said, "I am the female commander of the Great Zhou Dynasty, how can I accept your poem for nothing? I can promise you one thing. As long as I can do it, I will spare no effort..."

Liang Qingwu did not hide it, and even deliberately spoke loudly so that others could hear it.

By helping her out of trouble and writing poems for her, this young man has offended the Prime Minister, and she should repay him.

This is to tell everyone that Song Chi is my man and I will protect him from now on. You should think carefully before touching him.

But once I promise something, I will spare no effort to do it as long as I can do it.

Liang Qingwu is the female commander of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the first military marquis in the Great Zhou Dynasty in decades. She also has outstanding military achievements and has torn open a gap in the court's emphasis on culture over military power. Her reputation and status are extremely high.

This promise is of great value.

There was silence in the room, and everyone's eyes were focused on Song Chi. This little servant boy was going to be successful, and a smooth road was laid out in front of him.

Anyone can see how much Liang Qingwu values ​​Song Chi.

Watching this scene, Song Ming clenched his hands into fists hidden in his sleeves, his eyes full of resentment. He was the one in front of Liang Qingwu, and he was the one who was favored by her, but all of this was snatched away by Song Chi.

Jealousy broke him apart.

Song Shiwen's eyes were filled with surprise, and he lost control of his expression for a moment. Perhaps Professor Liang Qingwu had been behind Song Chi's victory in the military exercise, but what about poetry? Who could teach him?

Could it be that this unfilial son is really talented?

"Don't worry, just tell me when you've made up your mind."

Liang Qingwu made a permanent promise to Song Chi, just like Zhang Wuji promised Zhao Min three things back then. Even if he wanted to marry Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wuji would have to elope with Zhao Min at the cost of one word.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been excited and uncontrollable, and could not wait to state the conditions. Song Chi was certainly not an ordinary person. What he wanted was not a promise, but this person.

There is a big difference between a temporary meal ticket and a long-term meal ticket. The former is like prostitution, while the latter is like getting married.

At this time, she had to use some tricks. She was the female general of the Great Zhou Dynasty, she was the Marquis of Wu'an with great military achievements, she was the butcher who killed 100,000 soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but she was a woman.

When dealing with women, you can't be a bootlicker, you have to do the opposite.

Song Chi looked at Song Ming provocatively and said, "Good brother, I'll teach you how to pick up girls."

Then he said seriously, "I dedicated this poem to the Commander-in-Chief for no apparent reason, not for fame or fortune. It's simply because I admire you for saving the nation from peril. If it weren't from my heart, how could I have done it? Please take back what you said. This is an insult to me, and even more so to this poem!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone's jaw dropped.

He refused!

He actually refused!

But on second thought, this is truly brilliant. His words have invisibly elevated the poem to a higher level.

This is the real show, it makes people's scalps tingle.

Although she refused, Liang Qingwu was not angry at all. She was probably even happier. Sure enough... Liang Qingwu was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said, "It was I who didn't think it through."

She said it lightly, but everyone could see that she admired Song Chi even more, so perhaps she gave not just one promise, but several.

"Thank you, Commander-in-Chief, for your understanding."

Song Chi's tone was neither humble nor arrogant. Liang Qingwu gave him a deep look and then said loudly, "Song Chi should be the first among those who present poems to this commander. Do you have any objections?"

There was silence in the field. Many people hesitated to speak and ultimately did not say anything.

One is an ideological sentiment, the other is a national justice. The two are worlds apart, and it is easy to tell which is good and which is bad.

Song Chi won again.

The Prime Minister's son is really humiliated today. He originally presented the poem to save face, but now he has lost even his dignity.

If it were someone else, there would have been a lot of ridicule by now, but because he was the son of the Prime Minister, no one dared to say anything, not even to speak out. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and only then did Shen Liang stand up.

"Everyone, just before the prefect recited his poem, Han Yuanzheng made a bet with me. If the Prime Minister's poem wins first place, I will kneel down and kowtow to him in public. If Song Chi's poem wins first place, he will publicly worship Song Chi as his teacher!"

“Shen Liangcai…you dare!”

Han Yuanzheng's expression changed drastically. He had originally hoped that Shen Liangcai would not dare to speak nonsense in public because of the presence of many dignitaries. However, he did not expect that he would actually dare to say it!

"The bet is made, and there's no going back on it. That's what you said, and many people here can testify to that."

Shen Liangcai said loudly: "Han Yuanzheng, you are the legitimate son of the Han family, are you going to regret it?"

Upon hearing this, Han Yu's expression changed slightly, and then he shouted angrily: "How dare you be so presumptuous in such an occasion!"

"Master Han, you've lost your composure."

At this time, Shen Chong smiled and said, "It's just a bet and joke between the younger generation, do you want to intervene?"

Although the Shen family has declined, it still holds a noble title. Shen Chong is not a softie who can be bullied by everyone. How could he let it go after he finally got a chance to vent his anger?

Han Yu fell silent immediately, his face gloomy to the extreme. It was indeed inappropriate for him to intervene with his status.

"Young Master Han, you can also regret your promise and deny it. I will just assume that you can't afford to play with me." Shen Liangcai urged again. He was usually very introverted, but at this moment he was also sharp-tongued.

Han Yuanzheng's face was grim. After a while, he walked up to Song Chi from his seat and said coldly, "I dare to come forward and ask to be your disciple. Do you dare to acknowledge me?"