The Three Empresses made Zhao Guanren run away in a fit of rage, probably deliberately taking advantage of it, and went to the palace and cried a lot, spreading everywhere about Zhao Guanren's deception, plagiarism, and strange powers, etc., calling on all literary giants to criticize them.
"Shunguo kid! Deceiving the world and stealing fame, humiliating gentlemen, especially shameless..."
In the early morning, there are huge crowds of people outside Yihong Courtyard, all of them are poor literati who are eager for enthusiasm, mad scholars who fight against injustice, veterans of the literary world who come here specially to bring the rhythm, and a bunch of nonsense questioners, directly surrounding Yihong Courtyard. Get up and "swear in circles".
"Oops! These poor bastards are going crazy..."
The guards are as if facing a big enemy. There is a wide alley outside the gate of Yihong courtyard, and the courtyard wall of the opposite house is about to be squeezed down, but no one dares to drive away so many scholars. The emperor has to persuade him when he comes. , otherwise their pens will leave you in bad taste forever.
"Gululu..."
Zhao Guanren took the tea mug and stepped out of the gate of Yihong Courtyard. Standing on the steps, he brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth, while happily watching the sour and rotting Confucians scolding him. There can be tens of thousands of people surrounded.
"Shameless! Plagiarism, plagiarism, you still have the face to smile..."
A green-robed man rushed over angrily and pointed at him and scolded him. Zhao Guanren suddenly let out a "heh" and spit a mouthful of tooth powder on the opponent's face, which instantly made the opponent's face covered with white foam, and the surrounding suddenly fell silent. Thinking of how dare he speak.
"You guys are stupid, I can't laugh, you dare to scold the street at this level, who gave you the courage..."
Zhao Guanren mocked: "You old nuns recite the scriptures—all the same! You have the face to call yourself a literati, you are the starlings in the cage—you can only say that you can't do it! The dung beetle tells the book—all with a stinky mouth! Cursed at my door You don't have any brains, go to the grave to burn toilet paper - fooling your father!"
"you you you… "
The madness of the green robe made him so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, and he was forced back a few steps by his cursing skills, and he couldn't find a word to scold him at all.
"The shrew is the one who curses..."
Someone shouted loudly: "We scholars don't do shameless things. We are here to question you why you plagiarized the poems of Layman Baozhai. You must give an explanation to the scholars in the world today!"
"Are you a scholar? Do you count as a person after a few days of reading? Stealing jade and incense, picking up ashes and digging graves, how many scholars are there..."
Zhao Guanren said loudly: "A dog is always a dog, but a person is not necessarily a person. Whenever more dogs are slaughtered in righteousness, most of them are scholars with a heartless heart. Nine out of ten people can look down on them, and they are scholars if they are useless. If you are not a champion, don't pretend to be a fucking I am a scholar, I am ashamed of you!"
"Okay, okay! We're not scholars, shall we..."
An old Confucian shouted angrily: "Then you have to give an account to the top figures in the literary world, the champions, and tell them how you plagiarized and deceived the world!"
"Then you call Zhuangyuanlang here, you have never even read a book, so you are old, don't tell me you are the Dragon King of the East China Sea, you can control as much as you want..."
Zhao Guanren pointed at the crowd and said loudly: "Here, one counts as one. It doesn't matter if you have an empty head. The key is not to get in the water. You can't swear at the street, you can't read, and you can't read. I think you are really widows sighing at night-not much use." !"
"You are useless, you have the ability to reason with us..."
A scholar finally became angry from embarrassment. Zhao Guanren immediately pointed at him and scolded: "Hey, your old cow doesn't give birth to cubs—you are so awesome! Do you want to scold the street, scold the street? I will accompany you to the end today. If you don't Tell all the scandals of your ancestors' three generations of picking up ashes, and your mother is my concubine!"
"Pfft~"
The other party suddenly spat out a mouthful of old blood, pointed at him with aggrieved face and fell to the ground, everyone hurriedly carried him out in fright.
"Look! You are a scholar who is useless..."
Zhao Guanren spread his hands and taunted: "Swearing at people can make you vomit blood, what's the use of such a thing, it's a waste of food standing up, a waste of land in the lying down, shit is occupying the place of the latrine, look at it!
It's your two hundred and five! "
"Ah! There is no law of heaven, no law of kings..."
A scholar ran out crying and screaming, looking broken and mad. Zhao Guanren was full of jingles and curse poems, and the prose could be vulgar. But ah.
"I won't bully you when I first come here, but don't let me look down on you, carry it out..."
Zhao Guanren beckoned arrogantly, only to see that someone in the yard brought out two large boxes, and when they were opened, they were filled with two boxes of silver ingots, which dazzled everyone's eyes in an instant, and the black crowd fell silent. So look at him.
"This king rewards you with a thousand taels today, and I only ask for a poem that can be put on the stage...
Zhao Guanren pointed to the white wall opposite and said: "This poem has to include my king and my daughter-in-law, Emperor Renfu, as well. I want to scold elegantly and vulgarly, and it is intriguing. The first prize will be rewarded with three thousand, and the second place will be rewarded with two thousand. Hey? What is the third name?"
"Tanhua! The third name is Tanhua..."
The frothy Kuangsheng subconsciously opened his mouth, and Zhao Guanren immediately took out two ingots of silver and threw them to him, and said with a smile: "You are very intelligent, so many people think that you are the most talented, so go and show everyone." , Well written, I will go to the emperor to recommend you!"
"Oh! Thank you, my son-in-law, for your appreciation. Wansheng will not let you down..."
Kuangsheng was ecstatic and bowed again and again to express his gratitude. He picked up two ingots of silver and ran to the white wall. A eunuch had already prepared a pen and ink to offer it. As a result, this guy stood in front of the white wall thinking hard and didn't see his pen for a long time.
"Can you do it? If you can't, let's do it..."
The scholars urged them with complaints, and Zhao Guanren was already sitting on the teacher's chair drinking tea, holding a purple sand pot and said with a smile: "Everyone, don't be idle. If you have any good poems, feel free to submit them. Then let everyone grade them collectively. Sharp!"
"Look at me!"
Scholars came forward to write poems one after another. Dozens of writing brushes had already been arranged in a row. These crazy students and rotten scholars came here to scold the street. They were just trying to gain popularity and gain a reputation. Few of them really came here to fight against injustice. .
Now that Zhao Guanren was paying money and being scolded, even the veterans in the literary world were on the move, scrambling to prepare to show off their skills. Anyway, they couldn't be scolded left and right, so it would be good to get some face back.
"Cut~ Dare to block my door and swear at the street, it's really a dung beetle beating the lantern-looking for death (shit)..."
Zhao Guanren leaned on the chair and drank tea and smoked happily. The maids took out benches for people to sit down, and politely served refreshments. turned into flirting.
"There is a laugh in the sea, the tides on both sides of the bank, ups and downs follow the waves, only remember the present..."
suddenly!
The two vermilion doors opened, and with a burst of white smoke slowly drifting out, the sound of the piano rustled and the lingering sound lingered, only to see the three princesses wearing white gauze and uniform white gauze skirts.
Three women, one qin, one flute, and one erhu, sat in the gate and played and sang in unison. The white smoke from the incense burner that set off the atmosphere made the princesses look like fairies, with a fairy air and a world of elegance.
"Wow! It's so beautiful..."
All the talents were amazed, Zhao Guanren got up and smiled and said: "These are the three princesses of my Shun country. When I heard that all the talents came to the party, I specially presented a song for you. If anyone is willing to improvise for the beauties Poetry, if you write well, you will be rewarded!"
"I'm coming! With such a beautiful voice, why not compose a poem..."
The literati and poets were all excited. Ordinary people would never have the chance to see the princesses and princesses. Seeing the beauty of the three princesses of Shunguo so effervescent, even the mature and prudent gentlemen were elated, and ran to the wall to splash ink. Competing to perform in front of the princesses.
"The one who plays the piano should be Princess Yongning, he is really a person in the painting, exactly like Xiao Qiao..."
The poets are salivating at Yongning, Bian Ji's cigarettes are also very popular in Kyrgyzstan, and the "Three Kingdoms Heroes Card" is even more sought after by everyone
It is a trendy thing, and when Zhao Guanren designed Xiao Qiao's portrait, he created it using Yongning as a template.
"Thanks for your hard work, we are waiting behind the door for your excellent works..."
After the three princesses played the song, Yingying got up to thank the guests. At the moment when the gate was slowly closing, there was a loud cry of regret in the long alley.
"Oh! Such a grand event is really rare, and this king is also very poetic..."
Zhao Guanren went to the wall and said loudly: "There are always villains saying that this king plagiarized, and today I will tell everyone with my strength that I will not do plagiarism, let alone do it, and my poems cannot be imitated by others. , please evaluate together!"
Zhao Guanren picked up a brush and started to write. Immediately, someone flattered and shouted: "What a good brush! The son-in-law really handles the brush like a knife, and the words are firm and firm!"
"Listen up, everyone, I'll read a poem for the son-in-law..."
Bai Mo Kuangsheng followed the verse and read aloud: "The burial mounds are thousands of miles away, the lonely souls in troubled times have no one to visit, the sky is silent and the ink is cold, the sword and the spring and autumn are paid with blood... Mmm! No wonder outsiders can't imitate it. This poem is murderous and majestic. , is really intriguing!"
"good!"
An old man stroked his beard and praised: "It's not a man who kills on the battlefield, a hero who has been bloody and bloody, how can he write such a heroic poem? Ordinary people don't even dare to think about it, my son-in-law!" He is really both civil and military, and a great talent!"
"Amazing! At this moment, I feel like I'm actually there. The son-in-law is really talented..."
Many scholars nodded their praises one after another, and many of them repeatedly talked about their tastes, and there was a tendency to complain about Zhao Guanren's grievances.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Guanren wrote another poem afterward - The situation in the world was born in my generation, and the time has come to remind me once I entered the rivers and lakes. Huangtu Baye was chatting and laughing, and he was so drunk in his life.
"Hiss~"
The scholars all over the alley gasped in unison, and even the guards were astonished. Such a domineering and free and easy poem is impossible for ordinary people to compose.
After Jin Yiwei is made, I have to knock your brains, ask what you think, are you also worthy of Huangtu Baye
However, Zhao Guanren was the prince and son-in-law. If he was not worthy to talk about the emperor's hegemony, there would be few people in the world who were qualified.
"The son-in-law's poetic talent and mind are really amazing..."
Everyone gave their thumbs up in admiration, and the whole alley instantly burst into applause. No one doubted his talent anymore, and there was no evidence that he plagiarized poetry. Copy a movie line.
"What's going on, why are there so many cheers..."
In a carriage outside the alley, Emperor Ji Renfu quietly opened the curtain, and a young eunuch in casual clothes hurried in, handed over the copied two poems, and said, "The king of Zhao has written two poems, and the people Everyone praises him, so take a look!"
"this… "
Emperor Renfu hurriedly read the poems, and exclaimed: "These two poems are so grand and murderous, can't they be done by him?"
"The old Mr. Living Poems is right in front of you, how can you allow him to lie..."
The little eunuch said helplessly: "Besides, he is not a battle-tested general, so he can't write such a heroic poem at all. Zhao Wang chopped off tens of thousands of heads along the way. The wind direction of the scholarly scholars has changed completely. A love poem for you and King Zhao!"
"Asshole!"
Di Ji cursed angrily: "Where is the character of the literati? When they saw the silver, they all turned into soft bones. They actually turned this place into a poetry club for me. Hmph~ I don't believe I can't stink this shameless person!"
"Your Highness!"
The little eunuch said in a low voice: "King Zhao said everywhere inside that Layman Baozhai is the real plagiarist. Many people became suspicious, saying that his poetry style is very different, and it doesn't seem to be written by one person. Now they are clamoring to let Layman Baozhai Come out and confront!"
"Walk!"
Di Ji quickly said: "Hurry up and find Mr. Baozhai, and ask him what's going on!"