"Plagiarism? It doesn't exist! How can something done by scholars be called prostitution?! Ahem..."
Standing in the wind, silently mourning for Yang Wanli who was not yet born, Xiao Han was ready to enjoy the eyes of adoration with peace of mind.
Sure enough, as Xiao Han expected, Xue Pan's eyes lit up as soon as Yang Wanli and Master Yang's teacher came out! He grabbed Xiao Han's sleeve and said: "Xiao Han! These two lines of poetry you recited are so good! Can you change them?"
Tell me all the poems?"
What Xue Pan said was true. Since the last time she forcibly continued Xiao Han's poem! She has completely given up on this futile thing.
Because no matter how hard you try, it will always end up being a continuation of the work. The ending is so hurtful that you might as well ask the "original author" directly!
"A few other sentences?"
"Original author" Xiao Han's heart tightened, his eyes rolled around twice, but he refused to read out the remaining two sentences.
It’s not that he has forgotten the other lines of the song "Walking off to Lin Zifang at dawn from Jingci Temple", but the problem is that this is not the West Lake! Besides, the time is wrong, wouldn't the secret be revealed if he reads it out?
"Yes, the rest! When I return to Chang'an, I will show those idiots what real poetry is!"
Xue Pan looked at Xiao Han with starry eyes. She didn't notice anything strange about Xiao Han. She just hated that she didn't bring a pen and paper when she came out and couldn't copy it down immediately!
After all, although Xiao Han didn't write many poems, every one of them was a rare and excellent line. In the words of her brother: If this was placed in a peaceful and prosperous age, I don't know how many literati and celebrities it would be able to impress.
"This...Pan Pan, you have to know that good sentences are made by nature and come by chance! I haven't thought of the other sentences yet. I will tell you when I think of them later!" Xiao Han thought after wiping his sweat.
Let me put it aside for now, I will definitely go to the West Lake in the summer when I have time, so that I can complete this poem openly. I really feel sorry for brother Yang Wanli for half a poem...
"A good sentence is born in nature, but a good hand can accidentally find it?"
Xiao Han didn't expect that it would be better if he didn't say it. When he said it, Xue Pan's eyes lit up even more!
What is a successful export? This is a successful export!
Facing Xue Pan's fiery eyes of admiration, Xiao Han couldn't bear his shamelessness. He could only turn his head to avoid Xue Pan's fiery eyes and lamented in his heart: "Brother Lu You, I really can't help it.
!I really don’t intend to “borrow” your famous lines! It’s really forced by the situation, but you have written so much, I don’t think you care about this one sentence...
"Hey! That little thief from there! Why did you break into my Yang family's land?!"
I don’t know if Xiao Han’s shamelessness angered God. Just when Xiao Han was still looking for a step to get off the donkey, a loud roar suddenly exploded! Xiao Han and Xue Pan were so frightened that they couldn’t even finish playing.
Xiao Qi, who was lying on the ground, was startled and quickly looked towards the place where the sound came from!
Alone, standing by the lake!
To be more precise, it was a tall man wearing coarse linen clothes standing by the lake. His small eyes looked stupidly at Xiao Han who turned his head. His dark face was filled with shock, panic! and disbelief!
"No way, my grandpa Ditian! If you don't play like this, how can you see this man wherever you go? What should I do? Kowtow and beg for mercy? Isn't that too spineless? Turn around and run? Bah! I can do it.
Run there?"
The man who recognized Xiao Han had mixed feelings in his heart! But when Xiao Han saw it, he was happy!
"It's your uncle! I'm scared to death! It turns out you're a bastard. Why, your head doesn't hurt anymore?" Xiao Han laughed out loud when he looked at the man who was mourning for his concubine!
It turned out that this was none other than the thug of Landlord Yang who wanted to marry Xiao Lian last time! And because he had a shaved head, he was beaten hard by Xiaodong! He remembered it especially deeply!
When the man heard Xiao Han's words, he subconsciously touched Guang Guang's head, and then showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Master Hou... I really didn't know it was you! If I knew it was you, I would kill me.
Don’t dare to speak!”
"Xiao Han, who is he?" Xue Pan gently pulled Xiao Han aside and pointed at the man.
She was a little curious, wondering how this man knew Xiao Han and seemed so afraid of him!
"Oh, you're talking about him! Do you remember what I told you about Xiao Lian last time? He is just..." Xiao Han heard Xue Pan's question, held back his smile, and told Xue how he dealt with the landlord.
Pan, especially the matter of slapping this bald head, was singled out and talked about again! Xue Pan couldn't help but laugh when he looked at this bald head, it was only Xiao Han who could create so many tricks!
The young men and women opposite him were making fun of themselves as if no one else was around, but the man felt as if his mother had died! He didn't dare to run, nor did he dare to speak!
He knew that Xiao Han had offended this man last time. His master was almost skinned by the Hanzhong governor, and a large piece of land was handed over to him before he could barely escape. If his master knew that he had offended this man again
Master, I guess it was not the governor who pulled out his skin, but him who first pulled out his own skin...
"You, come here, come here!" After telling Xue Pan the interesting story last time, Xiao Han thought about it in his mind and waved to the man.
"Master, your order..." When the man saw Xiao Han calling him, he didn't dare to hesitate. He quickly ran over, nodded and bowed! If he stuck out his tongue again, he would look like Xiao Qi lying on the ground.
"You, by the way, what's your name?" Xiao Han opened his mouth, suddenly thinking that he had beaten someone up, but he still doesn't know what his name was...
The man looked at Xiao Han carefully and said with awe as he raised his hands and said: "Returning to the Marquis, the younger one is Master Yang's servant. He has the surname of Master Yang, and the younger one is ranked sixth, so he is called Yang Liulang."
"Yang...Liu Lang?" When Xiao Han heard this domineering name, his jaw almost dropped! He immediately asked: "Where is Mu Guiying? Do you know him?"
The man looked confused: "Who is Mu Guiying? I have never heard of a family named Mu within a radius of more than ten miles."
"Oh, that was my fault!" Xiao Han patted his head and smiled awkwardly.
Today we are related to the Song Dynasty. The poems and lyrics are all from the Song Dynasty, and we have forgotten that this is the Tang Dynasty.
"Yang Liu, does this place belong to you?" After patting his head, Xiao Han asked casually.
The man trembled. He didn't know what Xiao Han was going to do, but he didn't dare to lie. He could only bite the bullet and said, "Yes, this is the Yang family's ancestral property. On the other side of the lake is the Yang family's ancestral temple."
"Oh, I wonder why no one comes here, it turns out it's yours!" Xiao Han said with a half-smile.
The man almost collapsed after hearing these seemingly profound words!
Master! Master! Just say what you want to do. This is too scary!
What do you mean, no one came? God knows, not all people are driven away by us! It was just a coincidence that I saw you today. I don’t usually see you coming here to steal fish and catch shrimps? What did we say?
