Chapter 923

"The protagonists are really on the stage at the last moment." Zuan's words immediately offended the public anger. A group of people drank and scolded him for his arrogance, shamelessness and so on.

Zuan looked at a series of anger values backstage and thought it was double happiness. He not only pretended to force, but also earned a wave of anger values.

The smile on Nanxun's face was also a little stiff, so she had to remind him, "I don't know if there is an answer?"

Zu'an pretended to think for a moment, and then said in a loud voice, "the twilight clouds are full of cold, and the silver Han turns the jade plate silently."

The originally noisy venue suddenly quieted down, muttered one by one, tasted these two words, and thought more and more subtly.

The gorgeous woman in the upstairs room said, "this guy has such literary talent? I really underestimated him before."

The servant girl who looked at zu'an was not very pleasing to the eye and asked in surprise, "is this poem very good?"

With her insight, nature could not perceive the beauty.

The stunning woman nodded, "very good."

Then he shut up and obviously didn't mean to explain.

The servant girl on one side can only puff her mouth and sulk. Is the young lady disgusting with my IQ? Not even an explanation.

Bi Ziang on the other side was also surprised: "this guy is a little interesting. It's worth seeing more, young master."

People around flattered one after another: "it's still far from master Bi."

Biziang smiled faintly: "it's his success to compare with me."

People nearby laughed and said what they said was very true.

Qin Yongde couldn't help saying, "I didn't expect that there was still some ink in his stomach. I was curious about why sister Chuyan liked him. Maybe that's why."

Qin Guangyuan snorted: "Wencai is just a trail. It can't go on the table. It's almost used to cheat girls."

At this time, Nan Xun also looked surprised, A pair of wonderful eyes emit light: "There are no words such as' moonlight 'or' water like 'in the whole poem, but the words' overflow' and 'cold' are deeply interesting in the moonlight like water, giving people a feeling of water and emptiness. The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the Milky way also looks very distant." Yinhan is silent "seems to say that the Milky way should have sound, but because it is far away, it is silent, and the feeling of the emptiness of the sky comes out." jade plate " Write the beauty of the moon, and turn the word not only gives it magical movement, but also implies its circle. The two sentences did not write about the person enjoying the moon, but they were all pleasing to the eyes, and people were comfortable in them... "

Before, she boasted that other people's poems were just professional. She had to rack her brains every time to barely find a bright spot, but she was worried to death.

Now this sincere praise, the more you say, the more excited you are.

Zu'an was a little surprised. This Huakui really has two brushes. You know, it's not so easy to flatter scholars. You must have something to say and just hit the itch of each other.

No wonder I can be a Huakui. The level of this evaluation is almost up to that of my Chinese reading comprehension.

Hearing that Nanxun girl is so excited, other people are sour. This guy has thick eyebrows and big eyes. He still has this ability.

Then, one by one, they looked at the direction where Yu Nan was. Just now, Nanxun girl compared him. The intention was to teach this guy a lesson. As a result, Yu Nan has been compared. It's embarrassing.

Yunan has just been in the limelight. In addition, she is really handsome. She is the player who is most likely to become the guest of Nanxun girl. Naturally, she wants him to eat.

On this thought, the eyes looking at zu'an were softer. How can this guy look more and more pleasing to the eye.

Feeling the hot eyes from all directions, Yu Nan said coldly, "who did you do this poem and what is the name of the poem? Yu claims to have read a lot of books. Although he doesn't memorize the poems of previous dynasties, he barely knows a thing or two, but you haven't 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 of them.

Finally, they looked at Nanxun girl one after another. Just after this series of comments, everyone knew that she was probably the most literate in the field.

Nan Xun looked hesitant and finally said, "maybe I don't know much about it. I really haven't heard of it, but how vast the poetry in the world is, I can't know all the poetry."

Her words were watertight and did not offend either side.

However, when she said this, everyone understood that there was no such poem and looked at zu'an one after another.

At the beginning, everyone's eyes appreciated it and now they ridiculed it. I don't know where he came up with two sentences to impersonate those famous poets in history.

Zu'an wanted to say Su Dongpo, but he was suddenly stunned, because he realized that Su Dongpo had not been in the history of the world, and no one believed him.

But it's okay. It's not difficult for him.

"Oh, I just saw that all the appropriate poems in history were almost said by you, and the rest were also crooked white gourd and bad dates. It would pollute the ears of Nanxun girl, so I took out a poem I accidentally made to deal with it. I hope Nanxun girl will not be surprised." Zu'an said with a red face and a heart.

What is plagiarism?

It doesn't exist. It's called cultural output!

Mr. Dongpo must also want his poems to be widely sung in other countries.

Nanxun's eyes lit up: "is this a poem written by childe Zu?"

Her attitude changed quickly, and the childe's address was used.

"Let Nanxun girl laugh." Zu'an suddenly thought of the Tang and Song Dynasties, the most prosperous period of poetry in history. It seems that many excellent works were spread in brothels. In those years, a group of literati lingered in brothels. Whoever can make a stunning poem will be favored by brothel women.

After all, poetry can be sung with music. Those brothel prostitutes also need a poem with high popularity to increase their exposure and reputation.

In return, these women will serve more attentively, not only do not receive money, but also paste upside down.

The most famous is Liu Yongliu, who has changed three times. He is hated by the emperor and can't enter the official career all his life. He can only get drunk in the brothel all his life and never draw a penny. On the contrary, those brothel women keep him.

Liu Yong was poor all his life and had no money to be buried after his old age. Finally, the brothel women all over the city raised money to bury him

Ah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah.

"Young master, what a talent!" Nanxun's wonderful eyes twinkled, and his eyes seemed to be full of love.

At this moment, everyone was sour. Even biziang, who had been leaning leisurely against his seat, couldn't help sitting up straight. He was about to say something, but he immediately moved in his heart, glanced at Yunan on the other side, and suddenly showed a smile on his face.

You don't need me to be a villain if you have that guy.

Sure enough, Yu Nan said, "you said you made this poem? Where did you plagiarize other people's works and take it for yourself?"

In fact, this also represents the idea of everyone in the field. You know, the image of zu'an before is really

How to say, now everyone hears that he can write poetry, just like hearing that Li Kui can embroider, subconsciously they don't believe it.

Zuan raised his eyebrows. This guy is really accurate!

But of course he wouldn't admit: "I didn't do it. You did it. If someone else did this kind of poem, how could the Pearl be covered with dust? It would have spread all over the country."

Everyone thought that if anyone had such a poem, he would already be famous and could not wait for others to plagiarize.

Yunan was also a little uncertain, but he was unhappy when he saw the happy look on zu'an's face. Today's Nanxun girl is determined to win. Whoever stops will die.

So he said coldly, "it's not sure. Maybe some poor literati felt it before they died. It's also possible that they happened to be heard by you and took it as their own."

Yizhibing and others on one side immediately helped, one by one, and made others in the meeting nod secretly. This situation is not impossible.

Zu'an didn't defend himself, but said with a smile, "I think you are jealous. Jealousy is beyond recognition."

Yu Nan's handsome face flushed a little: "I will envy you? Hum, since you say this poem is yours, what is the lower half que, you will always know?"

The world is not prosperous. When he wants to come, these two sentences have exhausted the talent of the poet. Even most of the original author didn't think well, let alone the plagiarism of zu'an?

Seeing that zu'an looked strange, he also had a smile on his face: "why, you can't say that you haven't had time to create the last two sentences."

This is the servant girl in the secret room upstairs. She said excitedly, "Miss, I'll tell you, how can someone surnamed Zu have this ability? Young master Yu must be right."

"You just look at people. Parents are handsome." The stunning woman rolled her eyes and directly exposed her careful thinking, but her attention also fell on zu'an and wondered how he would answer.

Zu'an said with a smile: "originally, I really just thought about two sentences temporarily, but young master Yu said so, I just thought of the latter two sentences."

Yu Nan's face changed slightly. At this time, Bi Ziang said gloatingly, "Oh, tell me."

"It's not a long night in this life. Where will the moon look next year?" Zuan said and looked at Nanxun girl.

Nan Xun's face was slightly red. He thought he was feeling that he might not be able to see me like tonight next year. Alas

As soon as these two poems came out, the whole audience was silent.

The richer the experience, the greater the feeling of these two poems.

Lian Yunan was also in a cold heart. He didn't take zu'an seriously before. At this time, he found that the other party was a strong enemy.

"It's not a long night in this life. Where will the bright moon look next year..." the gorgeous woman in the secret room upstairs silently read, and a feeling of whereabouts came naturally. Where will she be born next year, and even have a life to see the moon

She sighed faintly, "Yinger, I miss home."

The servant girl named Ying'er's eyes were red: "Miss, I miss home too."

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At this time, Nanxun girl downstairs asked curiously, "young master, you really made a good poem. You wrote people's joys and sorrows in a few words. I don't know the name of this poem?"

Zuan thought I was better at doing wet hands. As for the name, who still remembers it.

He remembered the whole poem well. He didn't take the title of the poem in the college entrance examination, so naturally he didn't remember it.

Just about to answer, he looked at Nanxun's bright eyes that seemed to be full of some expectation. He moved in his heart, smiled and said: "this poem is called the Mid Autumn Moon * to Nanxun."

Nan Xun looked unbelievable and was surprised: "thank you for your generous gift!"

As a famous brothel prostitute, she naturally knows what a good poem means. It will not only make her popular in the capital circle, but also spread her reputation all over the world soon.

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 in history, and few of them can leave their names. People like Yu Nan are now arrogant, but they may not leave one name in history books. As for brothel women, they dare not think about it.

As a result, today zu'an did it with a poem!

Let her not only be envied by brothel sisters, but also by people all over the world. How can she not be happy and look at zu'an with more tenderness than before.

The woman who had been paying attention to zu'an in the secret room upstairs said, "smelly men can pick up girls."

What she said was more a joke. Other men really blew up the pot, and looked at zu'an with envy and jealousy.

Unexpectedly, this guy found another way to harvest Huakui's heart by relying on a poem.

The air was suddenly filled with the smell of sour lemon.

Even Pei you, who is a companion, is envious. He thinks why I don't have this talent, or I can hold the beauty back.

Of course, because Zuan had a life-saving grace for him, he was not jealous at all, but happy. After all, I have no hope of getting the favor of beauty. It's better to give it to zu'an than Yunan.

To some extent, it is also considered that fat and water do not flow into outsiders' fields.

Afterwards, I hooked up with my grandbrother and smelled the body fragrance of the goddess.

Upstairs, Bizi raised her eyebrows and frowned slightly. She felt as if she had taken off and made a wedding dress for others.

Before that, he was also determined to win Nanxun. Even Yunan didn't care. 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 men?

"I don't give what I like. You can't rob it." His face was very indifferent. He looked at Yu Nan not far away, but there was a smile on his face: "brother Yu, I've known you for so long. I didn't expect you to be so good at cheering people."

Yu Nan's face was livid. How could he not hear the sarcasm in each other's words? Now it seems that everything he just did is paving the way for zu'an, setting off the atmosphere to a climax, and then realizing zu'an's great reputation.

"This guy is upset and kind. Obviously he is not happy, but he doesn't do it. He has been encouraging me to be cannon fodder." After all, Yunan is extraordinary. She immediately woke up to the other party's intention and decided to sit and watch the change first to see how long you can endure it.

Who knows, yizhibing on one side is not happy to see that he has lost face. Just now I coaxed myself to volunteer to go out, but I came back disheartened. Although these people in the room didn't say anything, there was a trace of mockery in their eyes.

He decided to take this opportunity to take a breath for Yunan and find face by the way.

So he said loudly, "Young Master Yu just said that you probably got this poem from others inadvertently. Maybe they wrote it all before they died."

Hearing his mouth, Yunan scolded a fool and was shot. I don't know.

But now everyone's eyes are looking here. In their hearts, Yi Zhibing's words must represent his own meaning. If he denies at this time, his momentum will be weakened by three points. Don't say it's unfavorable to pursue Nanxun tonight. Even his dignified young master of the jade family can't afford to lose his face, so he had to harden his head and acquiesce.

He turned his head and looked at Yi Zhibing, but he scolded the fool half to death. He fought with zu'an and let the Bi family boy sit and reap the benefits.

Yi Zhibing thought that the other party's eyes meant encouragement and approval, so he spoke more vigorously and described zu'an as a despicable person who occupied the fruits of other people's labor for himself.

Zu Anle, although these guys are talking about themselves, they didn't expect to guess eight to nine.

But those villagers on earth must not mind this.

He didn't say anything, but Nanxun girl was a little unhappy: "Young Master Yi, it's a very serious accusation. I don't know whether there is evidence?"

Are you kidding? You should not let these guys spoil your chance to make a name in history.

Gao Ying and Pei you immediately spoke up and accused him of embarrassing himself, proving that he had a feud with zu'an, so they obviously said these words for revenge.

"Evidence... Evidence... Of course there is..." Yi Zhibing was speechless for a moment and couldn't think of how to prove it.

Yu Nan frowned slightly and knew that she had lost her manners today. If she took the initiative to speak again and was beaten in the face, it would be troublesome.

Seeing that he had been silent all the time, Bizi ang scolded the waste, so he gave his eyes to the people in the same trade. The man understood and said loudly: "in fact, to prove it is also simple, it's better to ask Mr. Zu to write a poem on the spot. As long as he can make a poem similar to the one just now, it can show that the childe has great talent."

Gao Ying couldn't help being angry: "it's not fair. Poetry and prose are on a whim. The right time and place and people's harmony can occasionally create good sentences. How can you say and do it!"

He is also a rough poet. He understands that there are few comparable poems in history. If there is such a good work in his life, it is the smoke from the ancestral tombs. How can it be said that there is www.novelhall com, the fastest update of the webnovel!