"As expected, the protagonist always appears at the last moment." Zu An's words immediately aroused public outrage, and a group of people yelled at him for being arrogant, shameless, etc.
Zu An looked at the series of anger points in the background and thought to himself that it was double happiness. He was pretending to be cool and earned a wave of anger points at the same time.
The smile on Miss Nanxun's face was also a little stiff, and she had to remind her: "I wonder if you have the answer?"
Zu An pretended to think for a moment, and then said loudly: "The dusk clouds have gathered away the clear cold, and the silver man silently turned the jade plate."
The originally noisy venue suddenly became quiet, everyone murmured to themselves, savoring these two sentences, and the more they thought about it, the more subtle they became.
The stunning woman in the room upstairs exclaimed: "This guy actually has such literary talent? I really underestimated him before."
The maid next to her, who didn't like Zu An, asked in surprise: "Is this poem good?"
With her knowledge, she naturally couldn't tell what was so wonderful about it.
The stunning woman nodded: "Very good."
Then he kept silent, obviously not intending to explain.
The maid on the side could only sulk with her mouth bulging. Does the lady dislike my IQ? She didn't even explain.
Bi Ziang, who was on the other side, also looked surprised: "This guy is quite interesting. He deserves a second look."
People around him flattered him one after another: "It's still far behind Mr. Bi."
Bi Ziang smiled faintly: "Being able to compare with me is already his success."
The people next to him burst out laughing, saying that what he said was very true.
On the side of the Qin brothers, Qin Yongde couldn't help but say: "I didn't expect that he still had some ink in his stomach. I was curious about why Miss Chuyan fell in love with him. Maybe it was because of this."
Qin Guangyuan snorted: "Literary talent is just a minor thing. It can't be put on the stage. It's more like using it to deceive girls."
At this time, Nan Xun also had a look of surprise on his face, and a pair of wonderful eyes shined: "There are no words like 'moonlight' or 'like water' in the whole poem, but the words 'overflow' and 'clear cold' are deeply rooted in the meaning of moonlight like water."
It gives people a feeling of water and sky. The moon and stars are sparse, and the Milky Way also looks very faint and far away. "Yinhan Silence" seems to say that the Milky Way should have sound originally, but because it is far away, it is silent, and the sky is vast.
The feeling comes from this. "Jade plate" describes the beauty of the moon as pure and pure, and the character Zhuan not only gives it a magical dynamic, but also implies its roundness. The two sentences do not describe people admiring the moon, but they are both pleasing to the eye.
intention, and people are at ease in it..."
In the past, she only used to praise other people's poems professionally. She had to rack her brains every time to find a shining point, but she was worried to death.
Now this sincere compliment is getting more and more exciting the more I say it.
Zu An was a little surprised. This oiran really had two skills. You must know that flattering literati is not so easy. You have to be meaningful and hit the other person's itchy spot.
No wonder I became an oiran. The level of evaluation is almost as good as when I was doing Chinese reading comprehension.
Hearing that Miss Nanxun was so excited, the other people were sour. This guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes actually has such ability.
Then they all looked in the direction of Yu Nan with gloating. Just now, Miss Nan Xun compared him with her. Her original intention was to teach this unruly guy a lesson, but now Yu Nan was compared to him, which was embarrassing.
Yunan had just stolen the limelight, and because he was so handsome, he was the contestant that everyone thought was most likely to be Miss Nanxun's guest. Naturally, they wanted him to be defeated.
Thinking of this, the eyes looking at Zu An became softer. Why is this guy getting more and more pleasing to the eye?
Feeling the burning gazes from all directions, Yu Nan said coldly: "Who wrote your poem and what is its title? Yu boasts that he has read books for many years, although he does not know the poems of all dynasties by heart.
But I barely know a thing or two, but I have never heard of these two lines of your poem."
After hearing his words, other people also reacted and whispered among themselves. Indeed, although these two sentences are good, they have never heard them before.
Finally, they all looked at Miss Nanxun. After the series of comments just now, everyone knew that she probably had the highest literary quality in the room.
Nan Xun's expression was a little hesitant, but finally he said: "Maybe it's because I'm ignorant, and I really haven't heard of it, but there are so many poems in the world, and I can't possibly know them all."
What she said was impeccable, and neither party was offended.
But when she said this, everyone understood that there was indeed no such poem, and all looked at Zu An.
Everyone looked at him with admiration at first, but now they are ridiculing him. I don’t know where he came up with these two sentences to impersonate famous poets in history.
Zu An originally wanted to say Su Dongpo, but suddenly he was stunned because he realized that Su Dongpo did not exist in the history of this world, and no one believed him even if he said it.
But it's okay, it doesn't bother him at all.
"Oh, I just saw that all the suitable poems in history have been described by you, and the rest are also some crooked winter melons and bad jujubes. Saying it would offend Miss Nanxun's ears, so I took out a poem I once accidentally wrote.
Deal with it, don’t blame Miss Wang Nanxun." Zu An said without blushing or heartbeat.
What is copywriting and what is plagiarism?
It doesn’t exist, this is called cultural export!
Presumably Mr. Dongpo also wanted his poems to be widely sung in other worlds.
Nan Xun's eyes lit up: "Is this a poem written by Mr. Zu?"
Her attitude changed quickly, and she even used the title "gongzi".
"Made Miss Nanxun laugh." Zu An suddenly thought of the Tang and Song Dynasties, when poetry was the most prosperous in history. It seemed that many masterpieces were circulated in brothels. At that time, a group of literati and elegant people visited the brothels. Who could make a stunning poem?
Poetry will definitely be favored by brothel women.
After all, poems can be sung with music, and those famous brothel prostitutes also need a highly sung poem to increase their exposure and reputation.
In return, these women will serve them more attentively. Not only will they not accept money, but they will also repay the money.
The most famous thing is that Liu Yong and Liu San changed. He was hated by the emperor and could not enter the official career for the rest of his life. He could only spend his whole life being drunk in a brothel and never made a penny. On the contrary, it was the brothel women who supported him.
Liu Yong lived in poverty all his life and had no money to bury him when he died in old age. Finally, all the brothel girls in the city pooled their money to bury him...
Ah, bah, bah, I won't live in such a miserable state.
"Young Master is really a great talent!" Nan Xun's beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and he looked at him with eyes that seemed to be filled with affection.
Everyone was sore at this moment. Even Bi Ziang, who had been leaning leisurely on his seat, couldn't help but sit up straight. He was about to say something, but his heart suddenly moved and he glanced at Yu Nan on the other side, his face
A smile suddenly appeared on his face.
With that guy taking the lead, there is no need for me to be a villain.
As expected, Yu Nan said: "You said you wrote this poem? Did you plagiarize someone else's work and make it your own?"
In fact, this also represents the thoughts of everyone present. You must know that the image Zu An showed before is really...
How should I put it? Now that everyone hears that he can write poetry, it is like hearing that Li Kui can embroider. They subconsciously don’t believe it.
Zu An raised his eyebrows, this guy is really good at reading people!
But of course he would not admit it: "Is it possible that it was you who did it if I didn't do it? If someone else had really written this kind of poem, how could it have been covered in dust? It would have spread throughout the country long ago."
Everyone thought the same thing. If someone had such a poem, he would have already become famous and could not wait for others to plagiarize it.
Yunan was also a little unsure, but when he saw the proud look on Zu An's face, he felt unhappy. He was determined to win Miss Nanxun today, and whoever stopped her would die.
So he said coldly: "It's impossible to say for sure. Maybe some down-and-out literati had an idea before they died in some ruined temple, and it's possible that you happened to hear it and took it as your own."
Yi Zhibing and others on the side immediately helped, and each of them spoke with reason and basis, making other people in the venue also secretly nod. This situation is not impossible.
Zu An didn't defend himself, he just smiled and said, "I think you are just jealous. Jealousy really makes people look beyond recognition."
Yunan's handsome face turned a little red: "Will I be jealous of you? Hum, since you said this poem is yours, you will always know what the second half is, right?"
Literary culture in this world is not prosperous. In his opinion, these two sentences have exhausted the poet's talent. Even the original author probably didn't think clearly about it, let alone Zu An, the plagiarist?
Seeing Zu An's strange look, he also had a smile on his face: "Why, you didn't say you haven't had time to compose the next two sentences yet, did you?"
This is when the maid in the secret room upstairs said with excitement: "Miss, let me tell you, how could that person named Zu have such ability? Mr. Yu must be right."
"You just look at the handsome guy." The stunning woman rolled her eyes, which directly revealed her little thoughts. However, her attention also fell on Zu An, curious about how he would answer.
Zu An smiled and said: "Originally, I did just think of a few sentences temporarily, but when Young Master Yu said this, I just happened to think of the next two sentences."
Yu Nan's face changed slightly, and then Bi Zi'ang gloated and said, "Oh, tell me."
"This night will not last long in this life. Where can I see the bright moon next year?" Zu An said while looking at Miss Nan Xun.
Nanxun's face turned slightly red, thinking that he might be lamenting that he might not be able to see me like he did tonight next year, oops...
As soon as these two lines of poetry came out, the whole audience fell silent.
The more experienced you are, the more deeply you will feel about these two poems.
Even Yunan felt a shiver in his heart. He had never taken Zu An seriously before, but now he realized that he was a powerful enemy.
"This night will not last long in this life. Where can I see the bright moon next year..." The stunning woman in the secret room upstairs thought silently, and a sense of whereabouts came to her. Where will she be born next year? She may even have a life.
Can you see the moon...
She sighed quietly: "Ying'er, I miss home."
The maid named Ying'er's eyes turned red: "Miss, I miss home too."
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At this time, Miss Nanxun downstairs asked curiously: "Young master really made a good poem. He wrote all the joys and sorrows of people in just a few lines. I wonder what the name of this poem is?"
Zu Anxin thought I was better at making wet hands. As for the name, who still remembers it.
He remembered the whole poem pretty well. The college entrance examination didn't test the title of the poem, so he naturally didn't memorize it.
Just as he was about to answer, he met Nan Xun's bright eyes that seemed to be filled with some kind of expectation. His heart moved and he said with a smile: "This poem is called "Mid-Autumn Moon* for Nan Xun"."
Nan Xun looked in disbelief, and then he was overjoyed: "Thank you so much, Master!"
As a famous prostitute in a brothel, she naturally knows the meaning of a good poem. It will not only make her famous in the capital circle, but her fame will soon spread all over the world.
What's more important is that 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, but few of them can leave their names. People like Yunan are now arrogant, but they may not leave even one name in the history books. As for the brothel girl, it is even more difficult to think about.
I dare not think about it.
As a result, Zu An did it today with a poem!
She was not only envied by the brothel sisters, but even by everyone in the world. How could she not be happy? The eyes she looked at Zu An no longer had the indifference before, but had more tenderness.
The woman who had been paying attention to Zu An in the secret room upstairs snorted: "Smelly men are good at picking up girls."
Her words were more of a joke, and the other men really exploded, looking at Zu An with envy and jealousy.
Unexpectedly, this guy found a new way and won the heart of the oiran with just one poem.
The smell of sour lemon suddenly filled the air.
Even Pei You, who is a companion, is envious and wonders why I don't have such talent, otherwise I can win the beauty.
Of course, because Zu An had saved his life, not only did he not feel any jealousy in his heart, but he felt happy. After all, he had no hope of being favored by beautiful women. Compared with Yu Nan and others who embraced beautiful women, it would be better to give them to Zu An.
Ann.
To a certain extent, it can be said that the wealth does not flow to outsiders.
Afterwards, he and his grandfather hugged each other a little more, and after smelling the body fragrance of the goddess, they finally got rid of their wish.
Upstairs, Bi Ziang frowned slightly, feeling as if he had lost his temper and ended up making a wedding dress for someone else.
Before that, he was determined to win Nan Xun, and even Yu Nan didn't care about it. As a result, the sudden appearance of people he subconsciously classified as his subordinates made him feel threatened.
What does it mean if the woman he likes is taken away by his men? "I won't give you the thing I like, and you can't take it away." His face was extremely indifferent, but when he looked at Yunan not far away, there was something more on his face.
A hint of smile: "Brother Yu, I've known you for so long, but I didn't expect you to be so good at complimenting others."
Yu Nan's face was ashen. How could he not hear the sarcasm in the other party's words? Now it seems that everything he did just now seems to be paving the way for Zu An, raising the atmosphere to a climax, and then fulfilling Zu An's wish.
A great reputation.
"This guy is not well-intentioned. He is obviously not happy himself, but he doesn't take action. He keeps encouraging me to be cannon fodder." After all, Yunan is also extraordinary. He immediately realized the other party's intentions and decided to sit back and wait for what happens. See how you can endure it.
when.
Who knew that Yi Zhibing on the side saw his livid face and was not happy to know that he had been humiliated. He had just coaxed him to volunteer to go out, but he came back dejected. Although the people in the room didn't say anything, they all had a trace in their eyes.
Meaning of mockery.
He decided to take this opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief for Yunan and regain his face at the same time.
So he said loudly: "Young Master Yu just said that you probably got this poem from someone else accidentally. Maybe they wrote it all before they died."
Hearing him speak, Yu Nan cursed an idiot for not knowing he was being used as a gun.
But now everyone is looking this way. In their hearts, Yi Zhibing's words must represent his own meaning. If he denies it at this time, his momentum will be weakened by three points. Not to mention that it will be disadvantageous for him to pursue Nanxun tonight.
The dignified young master of the Yu family couldn't afford to lose face like this, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and acquiesce.
He turned around and glanced at Yi Zhibing, but in his heart he scolded this idiot half to death. He fought with Zu An and let the boy from the Bi family reap the benefits.
However, Yi Zhibing thought differently, 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 as his own.
Zu An was happy. Although these guys were criticizing him freely, they unexpectedly guessed the same.
But the fellows on earth will probably not mind this either.
Before he said anything, Miss Nan Xun was a little unhappy: "Mr. Yi, it is a very serious accusation to say this to someone. I wonder if there is any evidence?"
Are you kidding? You have made it clear that you have a chance to leave a mark in history, but you can't let these guys ruin it.
Gao Ying and Pei You immediately spoke up and accused him of embarrassment for them, proving that he had a grudge against Zu An, so these words were obviously 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, knowing that she had lost her composure today. If she took the initiative to speak up again and was slapped in the face, she would be in trouble.
Seeing that he remained silent, Bi Ziang secretly cursed him as a useless person, and then he looked at the person walking with him. The person understood and said loudly: "Actually, it's easy to prove it. It's better to ask Mr. Zu to compose a poem on the spot."
As long as you can compose a poem with a similar level to the one just now, it will prove that the young master is indeed very talented."
Gao Ying couldn't help but get angry: "This is unfair. Poems and essays are just a whim. The right time, place, people and talent accidentally created a good line. How can you say it can be done?"
He is also quite proficient in poetry, and he understands that there are few other poems in history that can compare with the poem just now. If there is such a masterpiece in his life, it is like smoke rising from the ancestral grave. How can it be said that there is a second poem?
Qin Yongde upstairs was a little confused and said: "The person who made the noise was from Bi Ziang's side. Isn't Zu An also from the East Palace? Why..."
Qin Guangyuan sneered and said: "As the saying goes, beauty is a disaster. Bi Zi'ang has been the protagonist of the people around him since he was a child. How can he allow others to get involved in the things he likes? It's best to let them bite dogs and create rifts within the power."
Nan Xun whispered: "Master Zu, you can refuse..."
Before she could finish speaking, the voice of the stunning woman rang in her mind: "Don't stop me. Let's see if he is deceiving the world and stealing his reputation or if he has real material."
Nanxun was a little surprised, and it took a lot of perseverance to restrain himself from looking into the mysterious woman's room upstairs, wondering why the master was so interested in this human being?
Zu An laughed: "Then if I make another song and you do something wrong again, won't I be annoyed to death?"
Seeing that he seemed to be tempted, Yi Zhibing was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "As long as you can make a poem that is similar to the one just now, we will be convinced and won't say anything else."
Yu Nan's expression changed. He couldn't sit still at this time, and immediately added: "But I have to compose a poem on the spot."
He was worried that the other party would get more than one poem from the mysterious dying scholar in the ruined temple, so he decided on a topic first, so that even if the other party got one or two good poems, it would be impossible for him to just hit the right topic and it would still be useless.
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Pei You was anxious: "You are deliberately making things difficult!"
Zu An raised his hand to stop him: "It doesn't matter, you can think of whatever topic you want."
In my previous life, I read online novels where the male protagonist recited poems and pretended to be so cool that I couldn’t envy him. Unfortunately, I never got the chance. I couldn’t just pick up someone on the street and recite poems.
It just so happens that someone is rushing to get in today, so I have to take advantage of this opportunity.
However, when these words fell into the ears of the surrounding people, there was an uproar, and many people secretly reprimanded: "Arrogant!"
We must know that poets in the world have their own areas of expertise. Maybe the poems he writes are very good in one area, but the poems he writes in another area are much worse.
As a result, Zu An now said that the topic was random. Doesn't it mean that he has achieved the ultimate in all fields? Is he confident that he can write the kind of famous sentences that have 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 similar to that of our tribe."
The little maid on the side pursed her lips: "I think he is just bragging. Let's see how he ends up."
Nan Xun looked worried and whispered: "Young Master seems to be very confident?"
"Of course," Zu An said proudly as he lay leisurely on the chair, holding a wine bottle, "There are only one stone in the world of talents. Zu has eight buckets, and everyone else shares two buckets."
People are not fashionable - it's a waste of time for a young man to be coquettish. If you want to pretend, just pretend to be big.
This chapter has been completed!