Xia Shang had almost forgotten what happened back then. He didn't expect to hear it again today in a restaurant in the capital -
There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone.
I know from a distance that it is not snow, only a faint fragrance.
For a moment, Xia Shang was in a daze, wondering what the story was and why the poems he left behind at Liuzhuang suddenly became the legacy of some god of poetry.
Xia Shang was not angry when he heard that the poem was not written by himself, but he just recalled it more.
And I am still satisfied with the result. At least it can make the works in my memory shine in this world, which is also a good thing. As for what name it is given and who created it, these are not important.
Although this poem is simple, it is still shocking in this era.
The person who just said nonsense was obviously shocked and did not speak for a long time.
Upstairs, the little niece next to Ke Xiaofeng smiled sweetly and said: "That fool, everyone in the world knows that this poem was written by my sister-in-law, but that Ouyang Wenxiu really believed in the fairy tale that my sister-in-law said about dreams."
Ke Xiaofeng frowned and was already standing at the door. From upstairs, he could see half of Xia Shang's face, and he fell into deep thought again.
Now five or six years have passed, and the handsome boy now has a bit more masculinity, a bit less softness, and a bit more resolute, but I can't tell who is more beautiful before and after.
Ke Xiaofeng was also a little suspicious, wondering if the person in front of her was the same person she met in Liuzhuang.
Hearing what her little niece said, Ke Xiaofeng whispered: "I have said many times, but those many poems were not written by me, but were actually written by immortals in their dreams."
The girl from the Ke family next to her didn't take it seriously and nodded casually: "Okay, okay, it's just a dream from an immortal! Sister, you have said it a thousand times, but who in the entire capital would believe it? I'm afraid it's only that fool Ouyang, right?"
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"Hey..." Ke Xiaofeng sighed weakly, knowing that the fairy's dream was too vague.
What happened in Liuzhuang has long become a taboo, and no one dares to talk about it in the slightest.
After all, it is a major matter to assassinate the emperor. How can all kinds of inside information be revealed at will? If you are not careful, it will cause disaster to everyone.
Because no one dared to talk about what happened in Liuzhuang, the various poems left by the Liuzhuang Poetry Club before the assassination occurred were naturally not spread to the outside world.
Over time, the Liuzhuang Poetry Club has been forgotten by people all over the world.
Ke Xiaofeng used the dream theory of his ancestors to leave behind Xia Shang's works at the Poetry Festival. Those are truly masterpieces. It would be a pity if they could not be passed down to the world due to other things.
Because of Ke Xiaofeng's reputation in the capital and the belief that the immortals had entrusted him with dreams, Xia Shang left poems that have been preserved.
Although Ke Xiaofeng only remembers very few things from the poetry meeting, it can be said that he has given people all over the world many good works.
However, Ke Xiaofeng did not expect that no one would believe his story about immortals entrusting them with dreams. Even though he tried his best to defend it every time, the literati in the capital still did not believe it. They thought it was because of Ke Xiaofeng's own modesty that it was obviously his own work but he spread it out in the name of an immortal.
At this time, Ke Xiaofeng was wondering if she should tell the world that the god of poetry in her mouth was Editor Xia around below?
But once this matter spreads, will it involve what happened at Liuzhuang back then?
There was no final outcome to the assassination back then. Now that the old story is being brought up again, who knows who will be involved?
Ke Xiaofeng was thinking about it upstairs, while Ouyang Wenxiu downstairs was still staring at Xia Shang, asking Xia Shang if he wanted him to write a poem.
The young master next to him, who had been thinking for a long time, suddenly said: "Since he doesn't want to compete with the young master, how about he come down and give it a try?"
"You?" Ouyang Wenxiu looked at the person up and down with a bit of disdain, "You are a stranger. Where did you come from?"
"The Holy Kingdom of Japan."
Japan...
Japanese country!
As soon as these words came out, the whole place exploded.
Only then did Xia Shang realize. No wonder he thought his accent was a bit strange. He turned out to be from Japan!
The Japanese are not very popular in Dahua. His Royal Highness the former Crown Prince died fighting with the Japanese. That was a huge feud!
Moreover, the bad reputation of the Japanese people is everywhere in Dahua. How can these literati, who are known to be aloof and self-sufficient, give the Japanese people a good look?
"Get out! We don't welcome Japanese people!"
I don't know who shouted this, and the whole hall was boiling.
The voices of shouting for the Japanese to get out kept coming and going, and some people even tried to push the person who spoke.
At this time, there was another person beside the Japanese.
This man looked taller, and he was still wearing Dahua clothes, but the anger on his face had very obvious characteristics of a Japanese warrior.
This person was guarding the person just now, with a fierce look on his face, and everyone around him was indifferent.
Dare to get closer.
"Whoever dares to take a step forward will die!"
The ferocious Japanese man gave a low drink and glanced around with cold eyes. When he saw that no one dared to move, a contemptuous smile appeared on his face.
This kind of smile made Xia Shang a little unhappy. Just as he was about to take two steps forward, Miss Fu yelled from behind: "Where did the Japanese dog come from, yelling in front of me!"
As the girl's voice came out, a pool of thick ink suddenly flew out of her head.
The Japanese warrior drew his sword directly, but he did not expect that the sneak attack would be ink. The blade of the sword flew into the air, and a pool of ink stains spread all over his face.
"Hahahaha..." The whole audience burst into laughter.
The Japanese warrior was so angry that he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Baga Yalu! Who is it!"
"It's me!" Fu Qianqian squeezed through the crowd and stood directly in front of the warrior.
Unexpectedly, this little girl had a bad temper and was very courageous. She didn't even have the slightest fear in the face of such a ferocious Japanese pirate warrior.
Xia Shang was afraid that something would happen to her, so he quickly got closer.
Unexpectedly, this girl had discovered Xia Shang a long time ago. When she saw Xia Shang coming, she even winked at him.
Xia Shang suddenly wondered if this girl was so confident because she discovered his existence.
The crowd was a little chaotic, and Xia Shang also took advantage of this chaos to arrive not far from Fu Qianqian. If the Japanese warrior was going to do something, Xia Shang was confident that he could help Fu Qianqian at this distance.
The Japanese warrior was obviously extremely angry and seemed about to take action.
The Japanese man dressed as a scholar next to him grabbed her, stepped forward with a smile and asked: "I wonder who the girl is?"
"My father is the prime minister!" Fu Qianqian raised her chest proudly, "Do you know what the prime minister of Dahua is?"
The Japanese were a little surprised, and their faces became more respectful: "It turns out that she is the prime minister's daughter. I am disrespectful and disrespectful."
"Get the wild dogs around you out! You dare to run wild in the capital city of Dahua, do you really think that there is no one in Dahua? Use a knife in front of this lady, do you believe that I can steal all of you with just one sentence?"
Someone next to him smiled and reminded, "Miss Fu, I am from the Japanese country, and everyone in my family is from the Japanese country. It seems inappropriate to copy everyone."
"Oh...that's true, but it shouldn't be a problem for me to ask the guards to kill them, right?"
Saying that, Fu Qianqian hooked Xia Shang's little finger with her little hand, pulled him in front of her, and lowered her voice and said, "Where is this lady talking about you, guard?"