The students came around noisily, and the person standing next to An Chengjie hurriedly backed away when he saw it.
Standing alone in the center of the crowd, An Chengjie tried to suppress his panic and calmly said, "Mr. Liu, I don't understand what you mean."
"Don't understand?" Liu Qingfeng was even more angry when he saw that he didn't admit it, his face turned to the first page of the collection of ancient poems in his hand and showed him directly. The face of a scholar!"
[An Chengsheng’s chance of falling in love with the protagonist has dropped to 30%, please keep the host’s efforts. ]
After receiving the system prompt, Ye Zhizhou glanced over at An Chengsheng, who had the same face, adding fuel to the fire, "Big brother, how come the poems written by the second brother are the same as those in the collection of ancient poems? Could it be that the second brother really plagiarized it? Shouldn't it? Ah, obviously his poems were written very well before, so there is no need for plagiarism at his level..."
An Chengsheng's expression changed, as if thinking of something, he asked, "Le'er, where did you get this collection of ancient poems? Also, is this collection of poems really a series?"
"Why did my elder brother suddenly remember to ask this?" He pretended to be ignorant and confused, and replied, "I bought the collection of poems from an old beggar on South Street. The secretly preserved and passed down have been hidden for hundreds of years, and he told me that this collection of poems is a series, and the part of the light poem is divided into four chapters: spring, summer, autumn and winter."
The thoughts in An Chengsheng's mind fluttered, and he recalled An Chengjie's some of the more amazing poems before, and his suspicion arose. I didn’t think it before, but now I think about it, the styles of An Chengjie’s poems are actually quite different. It’s not contrary to saying that they were made by several different people... Could it be An Chengjie’s coincidence? In the other series of the ancient poetry anthology, seeing that no one knows the poetry anthology, he became interested in plagiarism... Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and quickly stepped forward to Liu Qingfeng's side and joined the questioning team.
[An Chengsheng’s chance of falling in love with the male lead has dropped to 15%, please keep the host’s efforts. ]
A big war between a big scholar and a plagiarism dog, the potential rice minute silk turned black and stepped back on officially started. Ye Zhizhou satisfactorily turned off the system prompt and went back to the corner to eat melon seeds. An Chengsheng doesn’t need to worry about it for the time being. Lei Baofei’s chance of falling in love has already fallen below the safety line. Now there is only one Seventh Prince left... Let’s say that the Seventh Prince saw the note he popped in last time. no…
The literary will start lively and then end not very nicely.
The little ink in An Chengjie's stomach was completely vulnerable in front of Daru Liu Qingfeng. After a little trial, he was tested in depth, and finally An Chengjie was under pressure and fled. Because of this episode, the students lost their interest in exchanging knowledge. After discussing this plagiarism incident, the students hurriedly dispersed.
An Chengsheng returned to the government office of Zhenguo angrily. After learning that An Chengjie had not returned home, he went directly to the study of the government of Zhenguo, ready to have a good talk with his father. This time, An Chengjie’s work is really ugly. If it is not handled properly, the good reputation of Zhenguo Gongfu that has accumulated for decades will be exhausted!
Ye Zhizhou, who was planning to follow to add fire, was stopped by the sudden emergence of Zijin Guards at the gate, and then he was forced back to the palace. He sat in the carriage holding the bag of sunflower seeds, and began to think deeply. The bad-tempered lover is going crazy, what should be done to coax people...
When he returned to the Palace of Yongyan, it was already time to palm the lantern. Yan Mingyong sat alone at the table, facing the table full of food, slowly flipping through the book.
Ye Zhizhou paused when he saw the door, and then tried to step forward casually, with a big smile on his face, "Mingyong, I'm back! What to eat tonight? It smells delicious."
"Le'er." Yan Mingyong closed the book, looked up at him blankly, and stretched out his hand, "My chest is a little stuffy."
Hey, he didn't make a fuss, and he took the initiative to coax, it seems that his lover has finally matured a bit. He was relieved, stepped forward and held his hand to help him smooth his chest, "Is it the reason for sleeping too long? I'll take you to the garden tomorrow. I can't sleep all afternoon."
Yan Mingyong followed his movements and leaned on him, got up slightly and wrapped his neck around his neck, and nodded, "Well, listen to you."
He squinted his eyes and smiled, thinking that such a well-behaved lover was so cute, he couldn't help but bow his head and kiss his face, "I came across something fun outside today, I will tell you after dinner!"
Yan Mingyong's eyes flickered, and the hand around his neck was slightly raised, revealing a thin needle at the tip of his finger. It pierced it lightly, and then smiled, "It just so happens that I also have some fun things to tell you."
A familiar tingling sensation came from the back of the neck, and then the brain became stuffy, and the body softened and fell involuntarily. He forced the last trace of sobriety to look at his lover who was catching him. He wanted to roll his eyes, but he didn't have enough energy. He choked silently, "Mingyong, you don't need this..." His consciousness gradually became dizzy, and his eyes couldn't hold back and closed, and he finally lost consciousness.
Yan Mingyong looked at the person who looked well-behaved and quiet after falling asleep in his arms. He lowered his head and rubbed his cheeks, held him tightly in contentment, and sighed, "Happy, then you can't run away."
An Chengjie hid in Guiyuan Temple for two days, and took the so-called collection of ancient poems that had been widely spread from a foreign tourist. After reading it, his heart finally sank. First, the Kawagoe restaurant that popped up suddenly, and then the current "Selected Poems of Tang Dynasty and Song Lyrics", there really is another traverser in this world, and this traverser is still very unfriendly, and he secretly fixes him behind his back! Angrily fell the poem collection, he sat in the small monk's room with a sullen face, and finally made up his mind after a long time and found a pen and paper to write to Lei Baofei.
At midnight on the third day, he sneaked back to the town government office.
Da Zhu waited for him at the side door, and when he saw him there, he greeted him and said anxiously, "My son, what should we do now? People outside are scolding you. The Lord Guo also said to drive you back to Zhuangzi. The old lady is also very worried. Angry, the second room is clamoring to get rid of your clan, the young master..."
"Okay, shut up!" An Chengjie interrupted him impatiently, took the cloak in his hand and surrounded him, carefully avoided the patrolling house and walked towards his yard, and asked as he walked, "Let you Did you send the letter to Mr. Lei?"
"It has already been delivered." Dazhu saw that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to say anything, and whispered back, "Master Lei sent someone to say that everything has been prepared for him in the afternoon, and he said, and said..."
Hearing that the things are ready, An Chengjie feels better, and asks, "What are you talking about? Don't hesitate. Don't worry. You can rest assured that when you were willing to follow me all the way to Beijing from Zhuangzi, I would never leave you behind. Just say anything."
Seeing him like this, Da Zhu gritted his teeth and said everything he shouldn’t have said. “The person sent by Mr. Lei said that this is the last time. The kindness has been paid. I hope Mr. He has also prepared some silver pieces that are enough for the son to live in the future. He hopes that the son can do it for himself in the future, and he can change his mind and be a down-to-earth person."
An Chengjie stopped abruptly, took a few deep breaths and barely suppressed the anger that surged, flicking his sleeves and continuing to walk forward. The kindness has been paid? Stop disturbing? Pooh! An ungrateful bastard! This ancient person really didn't have a good thing!
After tidying up the valuables and cash in the room, he took the big pillar out of the courtyard that had only lived for a few months, suddenly curled his lips and sneered, and took out a fire book from his arms. Now that you have decided to destroy the traces of the past, then the place you have lived is also destroyed!
Dazhu couldn't help shaking as he watched his increasingly hideous expression under the weak light of Huozhezi. Is the current son still the son who kindly took in his son when he was a child? I always feel that since he fell into the water, the son's temperament has become a lot more radical...
The town government office suddenly caught fire in the middle of the night and burned several yards. I heard that the shameless concubine who copied ancient poems was also burned to death. As soon as the news spread, there were people who clapped their hands and cheered them, those who were conspiracy theories, those who were short-tempered, and those who shook their heads and sighed, but no one was sad. Those who used to pursue An Chengjie now all turn to curse him as a big liar. And those who have been friends with An Chengjie are even more ashamed of this, and don't want to mention the name An Chengjie again.
Ye Zhizhou listened to De'an speaking the news in a non-emotional voice, and only felt a headache, "Okay, well, I know he is very miserable now, you don't need to report every day, I just want to know, where is your master? "He has been in this cozy and exquisite hot spring Bezhuang for three or four days. He eats every day, sleeps and sleeps. He is delivered immediately if he wants anything. Even if he can't go out, he has never been fascinated by him. Yan Mingyong, who was so dizzy, was the only one who saw the sky sway in front of him.
"His Royal Highness has been delayed, and he will come soon."
This is the answer again! The ears can hear the cocoon! Moreover, the bear child actually adjusted a large number of Zijin guards to encircle the hot spring Bezhuang strictly. He can run away, but who knows what the bear child will do after running away! I really don't understand how the mature and stable lover of the previous two lives became like this in this life. Could it be that the gene was mutated at the time of reincarnation? Wait, won’t your lover have the same soul as yourself...
[The scan of the task-related people confirms that there is no abnormality, please feel at ease for the host. ]
He looked at the light screen in front of him, and snorted in his heart, "So he can meet me in every life, is it because he will reincarnate in particular?" He had long suspected that he could meet his lover in the world by such a coincidence. And the lovers are all characters related to the task, which is too suspicious!
The light screen flickered, [Heaven cannot be violated, the directional reincarnation is detrimental to the soul, it is not advisable. ]
The spit in his heart stopped, he was stunned, and then asked eagerly, "What does it mean to reincarnate? Can it still be the case?"
[The host has insufficient permissions to answer. ]
"... Fuck!"
[Please host the civilization mission. ]
"..." Half of the talk was jj!
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. In all likelihood, the lover can follow him by using that damn directional reincarnation! So he is getting weaker and weaker? There is also the mental power that is worse than that of the first life... If the weakened mental power of the lover has something to do with the loss of the soul due to directional reincarnation, then the mental power disappears completely... There is a sudden excitement in my heart, and my nerves are instantly tightened, "Through the sky, mental power Does it count as part of the soul?"
This time the system was quiet for a long time before popping up the light screen, [Mental power can strengthen the soul. ]
"Then tell me, is Mingyong's soul depleted now?"
[No abnormalities. ]
He sighed in relief and collapsed on the chair. Fortunately, the soul of the lover is still intact. With the last hope, he continues to ask, "Then can the targeted reincarnation not consume the soul and only consume the mental power?"
The light screen flashed for a long time this time, as if searching for data, new text appeared on the light screen two minutes later, [in principle, it is possible, the other party must have special permission. ]
"What does it mean in principle, what special permissions are needed?"
[The host has insufficient permissions to answer. ]
… Uk!