"Sure enough, the protagonist was on the stage at the last moment." Zuan immediately offended the anger, and a group of people yelled at him for being arrogant, shameless and so on.
Zuan looked at the series of anger points in the background, thinking that it was almost double happiness, not only pretending to be forced, but also earning a wave of anger points.
The smile on Miss Nan Xun's face was also a little stiff, and she had to remind her: "I don't know if there is an answer?"
Zuan pretended to think for a moment, and then said loudly, "Mu Yun has collected the cold, and Yin Han turned the jade plate silently."
The originally noisy meeting place suddenly quieted down, muttering to each other one by one, savoring these two sentences, the more I thought about it, the more subtle it became.
The stunning woman in the room upstairs said: "This guy has such a literary talent? I really underestimated him before."
The girl next to Zuan who was not pleasing to her eyes asked in surprise, "Is this poem good?"
With her insight, she naturally couldn't detect the beauty.
The stunning woman nodded: "Very well."
Then he said nothing, obviously without explanation.
The maid on the side can only puff her mouth to make her sulking. Is the lady despising my IQ? I didn't even explain it.
Bi Ziang on the other side also showed a look of surprise: "This guy is a bit interesting, it's worth taking a closer look at this young man."
People around him flattered: "Compared to Master Bi, it's still far behind."
Bi Ziang smiled faintly: "It is already his success to compare with me."
The people next to him burst into laughter, claiming that what he said was extremely true.
On the Qin brother's side, Qin Yongde couldn't help but said: "I didn't expect that there was some ink in his stomach. I was curious about why Chu Yan would like him before. Maybe it was because of this."
Qin Guangyuan snorted: "Wencai is just a trail, and can't get on the stage. It's almost the same to deceive girls."
At this time, Nan Xun also showed a look of surprise, and a pair of wonderful eyes released light: "There are no words such as'moonlight' and'such as water' in the whole poem. Interesting, it gives people a feeling of clear water. The moon and stars are scarce, and the Milky Way is also very distant.'Yin Han Silent' seems to say that the Milky Way should have a sound, but because it is far away, it is silent, and the sky is wide. The feeling of "Jade Plate" is written about the beauty of Yueerbing and jade, and the change of words not only gives it a magical sense of movement, but also implies its roundness. The two sentences do not write the person who appreciates the moon, but they are all pleasing to the eye Mind, and people are in it... ”
Before, she touted other people's poems as professionalism, and she had to rack her brains every time to barely find a bright spot, but she was so sad.
Now this sincere compliment, it is really getting more and more exciting.
Zuan was a little surprised. This oiran really has two brushes. You must know that flattering between literati is not so good. You must have something to say, and it just hit the other side's itchy spot.
It's no wonder that I can become an oiran, and the level of this appraisal is almost as good as I did when I did Chinese reading and comprehension.
Hearing Nanxun girl's excitement, the others were sour. This guy has big eyebrows and big eyes, and he still has this ability.
Then one by one gloated in the direction where Yunan was. The girl Nanxun just compared him with her. She originally intended to teach this unobstructed guy a lesson, but now Yunan is being compared, which is embarrassing.
Just now Yunan has made the limelight, and she is so handsome. He is the most likely player in everyone's mind to be the guest of Nanxun, so she naturally hopes that he will be crushed.
Thinking about it this way, the eyes that looked at Zuan became softer, how could this guy look more and more pleasing to his eyes.
Feeling the scorching gaze from all directions, Yu Nan said coldly: "Who is this poem made by you, and what is the name of the poem? Yumou prides itself on reading a book that has not been a young age, although he does not memorize the poems of the past dynasties. But you can barely know a thing or two, but you have never heard of these two poems."
Hearing his words, other people also reacted and whispered one after another. Indeed, although these two sentences are good, they have never heard them.
Finally, they looked at the girl Nanxun. After a series of comments, everyone knew that she might have the highest literary literacy in the field.
Nan Xun looked a little hesitant, and finally said: "Maybe I am ignorant, I have never heard of it, but the world is so vast that I can't know all the poems."
She spoke without leaking, and neither side was guilty.
But when she said this, everyone knew that there was no such poem, and their eyes turned to Zuan.
How admired everyone's eyes were at the beginning, but now they are ridiculed, and I don't know where he made two sentences to impersonate those famous poets in history.
Zu An originally wanted to talk about Su Dongpo, but he was stunned, because he realized that there was no such person as Su Dongpo in the history of this world, and no one believed him when he said it.
But it's okay, it doesn't bother him at all.
"Oh, I just saw that all the appropriate poems in history have been described by you, and the rest is also some crooked winter melons and jujubes. It would be a bad idea to say that it would be dirty for the ears of Nanxun, so I took out a poem I once wrote by accident. Respond, don't blame Wang Nanxun girl." Zu An said without blushing and heartbeat.
What is Wenchao Gong and what is plagiarism
If it does not exist, this is called cultural output!
Presumably Mr. Dongpo also wants his poems to be widely sung in another world.
Nan Xun's eyes lit up: "Is this a poem written by Grandpa?"
Her attitude also changed quickly, and she used her name as a son.
"Miss Nanxun laughed." Zu'an suddenly thought of the Tang and Song Dynasties, the most prosperous poetry in history. It seems that many masterpieces were spread in the brothel. Back then, a group of literati and elegant scholars lingered in the brothel. Who could make a stunning song? Poems will surely be favored by women in brothels.
After all, poems can be sung with tunes, and those brothel courtesans also need a highly sung poem to increase exposure and reputation.
In return, these women will be more attentive, not only do not charge money, but they will also stick to them.
The most famous thing is that Liu Yongliu has changed. He was jealous of the emperor and could not enter the official career all his life. He could only be drunk in the brothel for a lifetime and never painted a penny. On the contrary, those brothel women raised him.
Liu Yong was impoverished all his life, and had no money to bury him after he died in old age. In the end, women from the brothel all over the city pooled together money to bury him...
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, I wouldn't be so miserable.
"The son is really a great talent!" Nan Xun flashed a pair of wonderful eyes blingbling, looking at his eyes as if they were affectionate.
Everyone was sore at this moment, even Bi Ziang, who had been leaning on his seat leisurely, couldn’t help but sit up straight. He was about to say something, but immediately moved in his heart and glanced at Yunan on the other side. Shang suddenly smiled.
With that guy in his early years, he doesn't need this son to be a villain.
Sure enough, Yunan opened the mouth and said, "You said you made this poem? Wouldn't it be someone who plagiarized someone's work and then took it for himself?"
In fact, this also represents the thoughts of everyone in the field. You must know that the image that Zuan showed before is really...
How to put it, now everyone hears that he can write poems just like they hear that Li Kui can embroider, subconsciously they don't believe it.
Zuan raised his eyebrows, this guy is really accurate!
But of course he would not admit: "It was not me who did it or you did it. If someone else did this kind of poem, how could the pearl be covered in dust? It would have been spread all over the country long ago."
Everyone thought, too, if anyone had such a poem, he would already be famous, and it would be impossible to wait for others to plagiarize it.
Yunan was also a little uncertain, but he was upset when he saw the smug look on Zu'an's face. Today's Nanxun girl is determined to win, whoever stops and kills.
So he said coldly: "It's hard to say, maybe some down-and-out literati felt like they were dying before the ruined temple, and it's possible that you happened to hear it as their own."
Yi Zhibing and the others on the side immediately gave their voices, each of them was justified and well-founded, and it was not impossible for other people in the venue to nod their heads secretly.
Zuan didn't argue, but just smiled and said, "I think you are jealous. Jealousy really makes people unrecognizable."
Yunan's handsome face turned red: "My son will be jealous of you? Humph, since you said this poem belongs to you, what is the second half of the line, you will always know, right?"
This world is not prosperous, and he thinks that these two sentences have exhausted the talent of a poet, even if the original author didn't think about it, let alone Zuan plagiarism
Seeing Zu'an look weird, there was a smile on his face: "Why, don't you say that you haven't had time to write the next two sentences."
This is the maid in the secret room upstairs and said excitedly: "Miss, let me just say, how can the ancestor have this ability? Young Master Jade must be right."
"You just see how handsome the parents are." The stunning woman rolled her eyes and directly exposed her careful thoughts, but her attention also fell on Zuan, wondering how he would answer.
Zuan smiled and said: "I did only temporarily think about two sentences, but Young Master Yu said that, I happened to think of the next two sentences again."
Yunan's face changed slightly. At this moment, Bi Ziang gloated and said, "Oh, let's just listen."
"This night is not good in this life, where will Mingyue look next year?" Zuan said while looking at girl Nanxun.
Nan Xun's face turned red, thinking that he was feeling that next year might not be able to see me like tonight, oops...
As soon as these two poems came out, the audience was silent.
The more experienced, the greater the feeling for these two poems.
Even Yunan was stunned. He hadn't taken Zuan seriously before, and found that the other party was a strong enemy.
"This night is not good in this life, where to look next year for the bright moon..." the stunning woman in the secret room upstairs silently said, a sense of whereabouts spontaneously arises, where will she be born next year, and even have life. See this moon...
She sighed faintly, "Ying'er, I'm homesick."
The maid named Ying'er has red eyes: "Miss, I'm homesick too."
…
At this time, the girl Nan Xun downstairs asked curiously: "The son really made a good poem, and only a few lines wrote all the joys and sorrows of people. I don't know what the name of this poem is?"
Zu An thought I was better at doing so wet hands. As for the name, who remembers.
He remembered that the whole poem was pretty good, and he didn't take the poem title in the college entrance examination.
Just about to answer, he met Nan Xun’s bright eyes that seemed to be filled with some kind of expectation. He moved in his heart and said with a smile: "This poem is called "Mid-Autumn Moon * Gift to Nan Xun"."
Nan Xun looked incredulous, and then was pleasantly surprised: "Thank you, son, for the gift!"
As a famous prostitute in a brothel, she naturally knows what a good poem means. Not only will it make her popular in the capital, her reputation will soon spread throughout the world.
More importantly, thousands of years later, as long as this poem is still circulating in the world, everyone will remember her name.
There are so many heroes and heroes in history, and few can leave a name. People like Yunan are indispensable now, but maybe they will not have a name in history books. As for the brothel girl, I think it’s even more difficult. I dare not think about it.
As a result, Zuan did it today with a poem!
Let her not only be envied by the brothel sisters, but even by the people of the world, how can she not be happy, the eyes looking at Zuan no longer the indifferent before, but more tenderness.
The woman in the upstairs secret room who has been watching Zu'an sighed: "Smelly men are good at picking up girls."
What she said was more of a joke. The other men really exploded and looked at Zu'an with envy and jealousy.
Unexpectedly, this guy took a different path and reaped the love of the oiran by relying on a poem.
The air suddenly filled with the smell of sour lemon.
Even Pei You, who is a companion, is envious, thinking why I don't have this talent, otherwise I can embrace the beauty.
Of course, because Zuan had a life-saving grace for him, not only did he not feel jealous at all about it, but he felt happy instead. After all, I have no hope of being favored by beautiful women, and it is better to give it to Zuan than Yunan who embraces the beautiful.
To a certain extent, it can be regarded as the fertilizer does not flow into the outsiders' fields.
Afterwards, I crossed my shoulders with my grandfather a little more, and after smelling the fragrance of the goddess' body, I didn't want to.
Upstairs, Bi Ziang frowned slightly, feeling that he seemed to be playing off, making him a wedding dress for others.
Before that, he was determined to win Nan Xun, and even Yu Nan didn't care about it. As a result, the people he subconsciously classified as his subordinates suddenly emerged, which made him feel threatened.
What if the woman you like is taken away by your subordinates? "I don't give you what I like, you can't grab it." His face was extremely indifferent, and a smile appeared on Yunan's face not far away: "Brother Yu, I have known you for so long. I am so good at admiring people."
Yunan's face was pale, how could he not hear the meaning of the ridicule in the other party's words, now it seems that everything he did just now seems to be paving the way for Zu'an, setting the atmosphere to a climax, and then fulfilling the ancestors. An Ruo has a great reputation.
"This guy is uneasy and kind. He is obviously not happy, but he doesn't make a move. He keeps urging me to be cannon fodder." After all, Yu Nan is also extraordinary. He immediately realized the other party's intentions and decided to sit back and watch the changes first, and see if you can bear it. when.
Who knows that Yi Zhibing on the side saw his face pale, and he knew that he was shameless and unhappy. I just coaxed myself to coax and volunteered to go out, and finally came back dingy. Although these people in the room didn't say anything, they all had a hint of mockery in their eyes.
He decided to take this opportunity to give a sigh of relief for Yunan, and by the way to get back face.
So he said loudly: "Young Master Yu said just now, you probably got this poem from someone else accidentally, maybe they wrote it all before they die."
Hearing him speak, Yunan yelled at an idiot. She didn't know if she was used as a gun.
But now everyone's eyes are looking here. In their hearts, Yizhibing's words must represent his own meaning. If he denies at this time, his momentum will be weakened by three points. Not to say that it is not good to pursue Nanxun tonight, it is him. The dignified Young Master couldn't afford to lose this face, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and acquiesce.
Turning his head and glanced at Yi Zhibing, he scolded the idiot half to death, and fought against Zuan, allowing the Bi family boy to take advantage of the fisherman's profit.
Yi Zhibing was confused, thinking that the other person's eyes meant encouragement and approval, so he spoke more vigorously, describing Zu'an as a despicable and shameless person who took the fruits of other people's labor for his own.
Zu An was happy. Although these guys were slandering themselves, they guessed eight to nine.
But those fellow villagers on the earth wouldn't mind this either.
He didn't say anything, but Nanxun was a little displeased: "Young Master Yi, this is a serious accusation. I don't know if there is evidence?"
What are you kidding about, showing that you have a chance to stay in history, but you can't let these guys get confused.
Gao Ying and Pei You immediately spoke out to help them, accusing them of embarrassing themselves, proving that he and Zuan have enmity, so these remarks were obviously for revenge.
"Evidence... Evidence... Of course there is..." Yi Zhibing was speechless for a while, and couldn't think of how to prove it.
Yunan frowned slightly, knowing that she was a little gaffe today, and it would be troublesome if she took the initiative to speak up and get slapped in the face.
Seeing that he has been silent, Bi Ziang cursed a bit of waste, so he made a look to the fellow traveler. The person knew, and said loudly: "It's actually easy to prove it. It's better to ask the grandson to write a poem on the spot. First, as long as you can make a poem that is similar to the one just now, it will show that the son is indeed a great talent."
Gao Ying couldn't help being angry: "This is unfair. The poems and essays are just a whim. The right time and place are in harmony with the people and they can accidentally create great sentences. How can you say it and do it!"
He is also considered a rough poem, and he understands that there are not a few poems that can be compared in history. There is such a masterpiece in his life that the ancestral tomb has smoked. How could it be said that there was a second one.
Upstairs Qin Yongde said with some doubts: "It is Bi Ziang who is speaking. Isn't Zuan also from Donggong? Why..."
Qin Guangyuan sneered and said, "As the so-called confidante is a disaster, Bi Ziang has been the protagonist of the people around him since he was a child. How can he allow others to get involved in what he is fond of. This is the best way to let them bite the dog and create rifts in the power."
Nan Xun whispered: "Grandpa, you can refuse..."
Before she finished speaking, the stunning woman's voice rang in her mind: "Don't stop it, see if he is deceiving the world or has real information."
Nan Xun was a little surprised, and it took a lot of perseverance to restrain himself from looking at the mysterious woman's room upstairs, wondering why the master would care about this human being so much
Zuan laughed: "Then if I make another song, and you have another moth, wouldn't I be bored to death?"
Seeing that he seemed to be urged, Yi Zhibing was overjoyed and hurriedly said: "As long as you can make a poem that is close to the level just now, we will be convinced, and we won't talk about anything else."
Yunan's expression changed. At this time, he couldn't sit still, and immediately added: "It's just that you have to make poems on the spot."
He was worried that the other party had obtained more than one poem from that mysterious ruined literati, so he clarified a title first, so that even if the other party also got one or two good poems, it is impossible to match the title so coincidentally and it is still useless. .
Pei You is anxious: "You are deliberately making things difficult!"
Zuan raised his hand to stop him: "It's okay, you can think of any topic at will."
Reading those online novels in the previous life, the male protagonist was so envious of all kinds of poem-reciting pretends, but unfortunately, I never got the opportunity, so I can't just chant poems on the street casually.
It just so happened that some people rushed up today, so they couldn't take advantage of this opportunity.
But this word fell into the ears of the people around, but it was an uproar, many people secretly reprimanded: "Arrogant!"
We must know that poets in the world have their own areas of expertise. Maybe he writes poems very well in one area, but he writes in another area much worse.
As a result, Zuan is now saying that the topic is arbitrary. Doesn't it mean that he has achieved the ultimate in all fields? Are you sure to write that famous phrase that has been passed down through the ages on the spot
A smile appeared on the face of the mysterious woman upstairs: "This guy's boldness is quite like our people."
The little maid on the side pursed her lips: "I think he's just bragging, to see how he ends up when the time comes."
Nan Kaoru looked worried and whispered: "The son seems to be very confident?"
"Of course," Zuan said proudly while lying in a chair leisurely while holding a hip flask, "There is one stone in the world, Zu Mou has eight fights, and the others are divided into two fights."
People are not coquettish-a young man in vain, since he wants to pretend, he pretends to be a big one.