"Cough, Brother Qian is talented, I admire him, admire him!"
When Qian Duoduo's words fell to the ground, the young people beside him were startled, and then immediately said with a smile.
Almost all of their families are in business. Although they were forced to study since they were young, it is still difficult for them to endorse, and they don't even know anything about poems and articles.
Because of this, he was despised by those literati, and he naturally didn't have a good impression of those people. Qian Duoduo was able to write good poems, and he slapped those people in the face, and they were happy to see it.
Of course, because the Qian family is rich, many of them can only survive if they depend on the Qian family, and they have to flatter and flatter the young master of the Qian family.
"My father always taught me to keep a low profile. I have talent. I'll tell you, will I spread it around like those poor bastards... I won't!" Qian Duoduo stretched out his hand and pressed down, and said, "These As long as you know the thing, don't spread it everywhere, I don't like publicity... "
"I don't know where I bought a poem, and my tail just turned up." A cold snort came from the side, and an official in green shirt glanced at this side, and said, "I really think I'm a wit, an illiterate waste That's all, taking other people's poems as your own is simply shameless!"
"Who are you talking about, who are you talking about!"
Before Qian Duoduo could speak, a person beside him stood up, turned his head, looked at him dissatisfied and said.
The scholar in green shirt smiled mockingly, turned his head and said, "Who knows no shame, who knows in his heart, don't you think so?"
"If you are open-minded in your heart, why should you be afraid of others' words?"
"I'm afraid some people have ghosts in their hearts."
"Whether there are ghosts or not, only he himself knows."
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Next to the scholar in green shirt, there were several men dressed in the same clothes, and they all spoke at this moment, the mockery in their tone was fully revealed.
"If you are open-minded, you are not afraid of other people's opinions?" Qian Duoduo stood up, walked over, looked at the person just now and asked.
The scholar nodded and said, "That's the case."
Qian Duoduo asked again: "Then are you open-minded?"
The man sneered, and said: "Students of my generation have righteousness in their hearts, act upright, be upright, and are naturally magnanimous."
"Are you not afraid of what others say?"
"Don't be afraid!"
"Really not to lift?"
"No..." The scholar realized something was wrong just as he opened his mouth, and abruptly took the next word back, looked at him coldly, and said, "How could I be fooled by such a clumsy trick?"
"Since you don't care what other people say..." Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "Wouldn't you be angry if I said you're a son of a bitch?"
The scholar was startled, his face quickly turned from red to blue, pointed at him, and said: "Zhuzi, you Zhuzi, dare you..."
Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "Look, you can't even swear, so who is the trash?"
"Do you dare to say that you are not a waste who spends money to buy poems?" The scholar's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he said, "If you can make another poem of that level on the spot, I, Wan Jun, will kneel down and kowtow to you immediately. I apologize for what I said earlier!"
"Brother Wan..."
The faces of the few scholars behind him changed, and they immediately stepped forward and said worriedly: "Brother Wan, be careful..."
If you bought two songs instead of one with that much money, after today, Wan Jun will lose all face, and in Fengzhou City, he will never be able to lift his head up!
"You guys don't need to talk too much." Wan Jun waved his hand and said, "If he can buy two poems like that, Wan Mou admits to failure this time, if he can't do it, I will definitely send this shameless trash Make it public!"
"Are you sure?" Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "If I make another song, will you kneel and kowtow to me?"
A scholar added: "It's another excellent work, a poem that everyone will recognize. If you make up a few lines by yourself, Brother Wan will kowtow to you?"
The movement here has long attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.
Even the woman on the stage temporarily stopped performing and looked at this side with surprised and puzzled eyes.
"In that case, it's a gamble!"
Qian Duoduo nodded, looked at the stage, and said, "I remember when I first met Miss Feifei, that dance in neon clothes is still fresh in my memory. I will give this word to Miss Feifei!"
"Ah, give it to me?" The woman on the stage was startled, unable to recover for a while.
There was already a voice from the audience.
"After the dream, the building is locked high, and the curtain is lowered after drinking. Last year when the spring hate came. The fallen flowers were independent, and the little swifts flew together.
I remember the first time I met Feifei, the word Luo Yi with double heart. Say lovesickness on the strings of the pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it once returned home according to the colorful clouds. "
The woman named Feifei on the stage is still wondering when she wore the Luo Yi that has been scented with double heart characters. As for the pipa, it seems that she doesn't play it very often. She is good at guzheng...
Under the stage, the young man named Wan Jun had already froze in place.
The expressions of the people behind him changed almost at the same time. They never expected that Qian Duoduo would throw out such a poem with ease.
The people around were already whispering the words and phrases, secretly comparing it with the previous song, it was all about singing girls, the style was similar, and the style of words was similar...
A person's style of poetry is generally fixed, and it is difficult to change it during the same period. It is easy for outsiders to see whether the two poems are written by the same person.
Originally, they almost believed in their hearts that the previous song "Partridge Sky" should be bought by Qian Duoduo, but at this moment, their hearts were a little shaken.
After all, no talented scholar with such talent is willing to sell his hard work. In fact, with that level of literary talent, they will not be short of money.
One song is already unbelievable, let alone two
Qian Duoduo turned his head to look at Wan Jun, and said, "How about it, is this song okay, what did Brother Wan just say?"
Wan Jun's complexion changed. He couldn't decide which of these two queer songs was better, because of personal preferences and other factors, and no one could decide.
Because of this, it means that Qian Duoduo wrote another poem similar to the last one, so he needs to kowtow to him to admit his mistakes...
At this time, a person behind Wan Jun suddenly said: "I bought one, maybe I bought two, unless you come up with another one, otherwise there is no way to prove that these two poems are written by you!"
"I knew you would play tricks..." Qian Duoduo shook his head and said, "Then, how about listening to this song again."
After he finished this sentence, he opened his mouth again and said: "The red leaves and yellow flowers are late in the autumn, and I want to travel a thousand miles away. The flying clouds pass by, and the returnee has no letter. Where can I send the book.
Tears never stop dripping at the window. Just spin the inkstone and study the ink. Gradually write to don't come, in the depths of this feeling, the red paper is colorless. "
"—"
Wan Jun opened his mouth, his face turned ashen, and he didn't say anything this time.
The few scholars behind him also had disbelief on their faces. How long has it been? Does he really regard writing poems and lyrics as eating and drinking
The eyes of everyone around looking at Qian Duoduo have also changed.
He may have bought one, or two, but it is impossible for him to tie up a brilliant genius to write poems for him, right
Anyone who is involved in poetry can easily see that these three poems are obviously written by the same person. Such a talented person should have been famous all over Fengzhou long ago. How could he make wedding dresses for others?
Could it be that Mr. Qian, who has always shown himself as an idiot, has been hiding all this time
Surprised expressions appeared on the faces of more and more people.
Li Yi was also very surprised, besides being surprised, he was also relieved, because when he came back, he found that Miss Liu Er had cleaned all the dishes. This was the first time he saw her doing such a thing in the past two years .
After putting away the groceries and collecting the bank notes, he talked to Miss Liu Er, and it was almost time to go to bed.
Of the thirteen poems just now, more than eight were written by Yan Jidao. Before going to bed, Li Yi put his palms together and recited silently in his heart.
"Life is forced, brother Yan, don't blame, don't blame..."