Muchuan was not an idiot and would not say that he was his "sweetheart". If he said that, he might cause all kinds of troubles in the officialdom, and it would also tarnish his image to some extent.
But even if Muchuan argued like this, he seemed unable to convince Shangguan Baifeng.
Shangguan Baifeng raised his hand to King Qin Li Taiyi and said, "King Qin, I suspect that Master Mu's poem was plagiarized!"
"oh?
Are you the son of Zhongshu Ling?
Do you have any evidence for saying that?"
"this……"
"Without proof, we can't say Muchuan plagiarized."
Even Li Tai said this, what else could Shangguan Baifeng do?
It doesn’t matter even if you feel dissatisfied.
Muchuan, who was standing on the stage, could certainly see the reluctance in Shangguan Baifeng's heart. It was the reluctance of a genius being defeated.
In fact, it is not easy to have such talent at Shangguan Baifeng's age. Even if his talent is not as amazing as that of Li Tai, he is still very eye-catching among mediocre people.
If there is any flaw in Shangguan Baifeng, it is probably that his arrogance far outweighs his talent.
Muchuan's favorite thing was to teach those arrogant and arrogant people a lesson. It was really satisfying to see their devastated expressions.
"Master Shangguan, don't you suspect that I plagiarized?
In this case, I will compose two more songs and let you judge them."
"Hmph! Master Mu, please write a poem, and let me see what you are capable of."
Of course Muchuan was not polite. Anyway, there were three songs in "Qing Ping Diao", and he only read one.
[The dew on a branch is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain.
May I ask who in the Han Palace looks like him? Poor Fei Yan, who is leaning on her new makeup.
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After Muchuan finished reading, he looked at Shangguan Baifeng with a slight smile: "How is it?
This is a continuation of the previous one, and the sentences are connected. I wonder if you would say plagiarism?"
How dare Shangguan Baifeng speak? The relationship between the second song and the first song obviously serves as a link between the past and the following. If it is plagiarized, it is absolutely impossible to plagiarize both songs.
Moreover, these two ancient poems have never been written by anyone. Since they were written by no one, they were written by Muchuan if they were recited by Muchuan.
Shangguan Baifeng felt annoyed, angry, and unwilling. All kinds of emotions were intertwined together, and the five flavors were mixed.
Unlike Shangguan Baifeng, other literary talents were particularly amazed and admired.
"This is the "Qingping Diao" created by Master Mu! Today is really an eye-opener!"
"Yes, this poem has beautiful diction, gentleness and warmth. It is truly a masterpiece! I have to write it down quickly so that I can pass it on to my friends and acquaintances."
"Master Mu is indeed the number one scholar in Chang'an City. I deeply admire him!"
For a moment, the literary talents were filled with strong admiration. Their eyes looked at Muchuan as if they were looking at a rare treasure, and they were especially passionate.
Moreover, a strange thing happened at the scene. After listening to Muchuan's recitation, everyone present unanimously bent down to copy. This was excerpting "Qing Ping Tiao"! After all, if such a beautiful and peerless poem was not
Record it, it’s such a waste!
Seeing how seriously these people copied, Muchuan decided to be a good person and send blessings to the west.
"Everyone, there are three more parts of "Qing Ping Tiao", why not recite them to everyone together."
[The two famous flowers in the country love each other so well that the king will look at them with a smile.
Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and the agarwood pavilion leans against the railing in the north.
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After Muchuan finished reading, he found that the atmosphere at the scene became even more heated, with everyone working hard and writing hard.
One of the bald literati actually broke his brush while writing, but he was so angry that he shouted: "My pen is broken, broken! Someone come and give me a pen, I want to copy."
Lord Mu’s "Qing Ping Diao"!"
It was good that the bald scholar didn't shout. When he shouted, his voice was noisy, but it interrupted the thoughts of several scholars around him.
A big-nosed scholar grabbed the bald scholar's collar and said, "What are you yelling about? I just finished memorizing Master Mu's second song "Qing Ping Diao" and you disrupted it! I can't even remember the third song.
What’s the content of the first chapter?”
The quarrel between the big-nosed scholar and the bald scholar was like a stone falling on a calm lake, causing splashes and ripples.
The thoughts of other literati were also interrupted. Most of them copied and forgot a certain sentence in the ancient poem.
All of a sudden, the scene was out of control, anxious mood permeated the place, swords were drawn, and people were hurling verbal and written insults.
Muchuan had anticipated this situation for a long time, so he ordered a scholar boy to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote down the three poems of "Qing Ping Tiao" on the spot for everyone to see, so that they could copy them even if they wanted to.
When literati saw "Qing Ping Tiao" written by Muchuan himself, just like believers seeing religious teachings, they burst into tears of gratitude.
"This is "Qing Ping Tiao", written by Lord Mu himself!"
"Quickly copy it, quickly copy it. After I leave the tower, I have to circulate it to my friends around me so that they can see this earth-shattering creation!"
These literati all behaved like ducks in a hurry, flattering and admiring, even a shameless person like Muchuan was embarrassed.
At this time, Yu Shinan came over, lowered his head and looked carefully at "Qing Ping Tiao" written by Muchuan. As he read, a shocked and horrifying expression appeared on his old face.
"Is this "Qing Ping Tiao" written in regular script?"
"Yes...yes, is there something wrong with Mr. Yu?"
Muchuan asked.
"If I hadn't seen Lord Mu write this "Qing Ping Diao" with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have believed it!"
Yu Shinan stretched out his skinny hands to grab Muchuan's shoulders, his body trembling, and he said very excitedly, "I didn't expect Master Mu to be so talented, even his calligraphy is so superb! I have never seen anyone write regular script like this!"
The regular script written by Muchuan is powerful, with appropriate strokes and strokes, and the fonts are round and yet spiritual, quite like spiritual beings jumping on the paper.
As a master of calligraphy, Yu Shinan had never seen such regular script before, so he was naturally very curious.
At this time, Yu Shinan asked cautiously: "May I ask Lord Mu, is it possible that your regular script is your own creation?"
"Yes."
"It's... it's really like this! I'm astonished! I'm a genius!"
Yu Shinan shouted at the top of his lungs. If it weren't for the difference in seniority, he might have kowtowed to Muchuan.
In fact, Muchuan was wrong about this. This regular script was not created by him, but by Yan Zhenqing.
Who is Yan Zhenqing?
A famous official in the Tang Dynasty and a famous calligrapher. He is one of the "four great calligraphers in regular script" along with Liu Gongquan, Ouyang Xun and other celebrities, and his influence is far-reaching.
In modern libraries and bookstores, there are many copies of Yan Zhenqing's copybooks.
The reason why Muchuan learned Yan Zhenqing's original "Yan Ti" is not because his handwriting was ugly when he was in elementary school and junior high school, so he used Yan Zhenqing's "Yan Ti calligraphy" to practice day and night.
