Quick Travel: That cannon fodder, I passed through Gu Mozhi's brain Chapter 144 The male protagonists in the time-travel novel ask her every day if she is dead (17)
Chapter 144 The male protagonists in the time-travel novel ask her every day if she is dead (17)
Shui Youlan reluctantly agreed, "Then I'll compose a random song."
Although Shui Youlan does not have a high degree of education, no one who has received nine years of compulsory education can recite a few poems from textbooks.
If the calligraphy is not good, I will just start to write the poem in seven steps.
There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
Can this feeling be recalled? But it was already at a loss.
As soon as she finished reading the poem, someone chewed it over and over on the spot, then slapped the table and stood up.
"What a poem! What a poem!"
Although the rich ladies don't like Shui Youlan's character, they have to admit that this is indeed a good poem.
Just at this time, Gu Mo and the city lord's wife arrived.
Gu Yao immediately wrote down the poem like a treasure and showed it to the city lord's wife, intending to let the city lord's wife see Shui Youlan's talent.
"Look, mother, this is a poem written by Lan'er. This is a good poem that has been passed down through the ages!"
Gu Mo glanced at it and twitched the corner of his mouth. Poems that could be included in textbooks are of course poems that have been passed down through the ages.
She looked at Shui Youlan and saw no guilt on Shui Youlan's face, only pride.
It's as if this is really a poem written by herself.
Gu Mo laughed and said, "It is indeed a good poem, but I don't understand some parts. I would like to ask Miss Shui for advice."
Gu Mo used to always bring Shui Youlan with him, but now he is so distant and indifferent towards Shui Youlan. Everyone knows that Shui Youlan will no longer have the city lord's mansion as a backer, and they all feel a little gloating about Shui Youlan's misfortune.
After hearing Gu Mo's words, Shui Youlan frowned and had a bad feeling.
Gu Mo had already spoken, "As we all know, Seben has twenty-five strings, but Miss Shui's poem contains fifty strings. I wonder what the profound meaning is?"
Before Shui Youlan could answer, Gu Mo asked again: "Also, who is Zhuang Zhou? Who is Emperor Wang? What is the allusion to the smoke from jade? What is the story to beads and tears?"
There are no characters like Emperor Zhuang Zhou in this continent of different time and space, and there are no such allusions as jade produces smoke and beads produce tears.
So how to explain Shui Youlan?
Gu Mo asked questions one after another, but Shui Youlan couldn't answer any of them.
It is of course easy to plagiarize other people's poems and put it on your own head, but it is difficult to explain these poems if you are not the original author or someone who has studied these poems carefully.
Especially Shui Youlan is still a poor student.
Shui Youlan wanted to say that Gu Mo was deliberately trying to cause trouble for her, but Gu Mo had a serious and scholarly attitude.
"Why don't you say anything, Miss Shui? You wrote a good poem that will last forever, don't you even understand what it means?"
Shui Youlan's face froze.
"I made it casually. It was just a momentary inspiration. Miss Gu is too picky."
This excuse is far-fetched.
It was almost as if Gu Mo was deliberately targeting her.
Gu Mo chuckled, "I don't know who Zhuang Zhou and Emperor Wang are, but judging from the artistic conception of this poem, it seems to be a poem in memory of your sweetheart. Miss Shui, has your sweetheart died?"
Shui Youlan, "...what are you talking nonsense about?"
Gu Mo, "It's just a poem about poetry, not a memorial to a loved one. So what does this poem mean?"
Shui Youlan, "...", who the hell knows what it means! It would be great if she could recite it!
At this time, a noble lady stood up and said, "It's understandable that Miss Shui doesn't know. After all, how could Miss Shui know the meaning of someone else's poem?"
Shui Youlan glanced at the noble girl coldly, feeling that the noble girl was deliberately targeting Gu Yao because he liked her.
"What do you mean?"
The noble lady was neither humble nor arrogant, "Everyone will know what it means if you look at this collection of poems, especially the page I folded."
So the thick book of poems in her hand was passed around by everyone to read.
"I found this in my deceased grandfather's study. On the title page, there is a pen written by my grandfather, saying that it was an accidental acquisition by my grandfather and kept it in the study. Every poem on it is a masterpiece of the ages, and the author is one I have never heard of.
It just so happens that the poem written by Miss Shui just now is also included in it, but the author is not called Shui Youlan, but Li Shangyin. There is also an annotation in the poem that this poem is written by the poet Li Shangyin in memory of his deceased wife."
When the words "Li Shangyin" came out, Shui Youlan's face changed.
How is it possible? Is there a second traveler in this time and space? She is not unique?
After everyone read the collection of poems, when they looked at her again, their eyes looked wrong.
And those who love poetry are already holding on to that collection of poems and are unwilling to let go.
Gu Yao couldn't believe it either. He just felt that these noble ladies were deliberately targeting Shui Youlan and snatched the poetry book away.
That's right, Jinse, the author is Li Shangyin.
Scroll forward and you will find that even several of Shui Youlan's previous masterpieces were written by others.
The author of the water-melody song that made him fall in love with Shuiyoulan was Su Shi.
Gu Yao looked at Shui Youlan, "Lan'er, what's going on?"
Gu Yao's questioning look made Shui Youlan very uncomfortable. She pursed her lips and straightened her back, looking like I didn't bother to explain.
Gu Yao immediately blamed himself, feeling that he should not question Shui Youlan.
Doesn’t he still know Lan’er’s character?
He looked at the noble girl who had taken out a collection of poems and said coldly: "Do you think I will look at you more because you framed Lan'er like this? It's simply wishful thinking!"
A group of noble ladies, "...?", what is this man talking about?
The noble girl who took out the poetry collection also had a twitching look on her face, "Young City Lord, do you mean that we join forces to frame Miss Shui? Is it possible that we could have predicted that Miss Shui was going to compose such a poem, and predicted that Miss Shui was going to compose it in advance?
Not only did you write your poems in a collection of poems, but you also found someone to create so many good poems that will be remembered throughout the ages to frame Miss Shui?"
Gu Yao choked.
This collection of poems looks very old, it has been around for some time, and the poems in it are indeed good poems that will be remembered through the ages. If someone had written such good poems, they would have published them and become famous all over the world. How could he just use them to write this poem?
Shui Youlan was framed by the police?
"Lan'er..." He looked at Shui Youlan with complicated eyes.
Shui Youlan couldn't argue, and said coldly: "I did not write the poem, I just borrowed it."
Someone gloated and said, "But you just wrote the poem in seven steps, and you didn't say that the author was Li Shangyin."
Gu Mo smiled and said nothing. Can you respect other people's copyrights? I used other people's poems to show off and slap you in the face. I asked you if your face hurts now?
Well, that's right, this collection of poems was created by Gu Mo.
Not only did this poem fail to make Shui Youlan famous, but it actually made her reputation even worse.
After the poetry meeting, Shui Youlan's reputation became even worse.
How shameless is it to be entangled with so many men and even steal poems written by others and pass them off as your own?
