The Princess of the Three Emperors made Zhao Guanren run away angrily. I am afraid she was deliberately using the topic to show off. She actually ran to the palace and cried loudly. She spread the word that Zhao Guanren had deceived the world, stole his reputation, plagiarized, and used strange powers to confuse gods, etc., and called on all the literary giants to criticize him with words and writings.
"Young boy from the country! He deceives the world and steals his reputation. It is an insult to gentlemen and is extremely shameless..."
There was a huge crowd of people outside early in the morning, including poor literati from all walks of life, crazy and rotten scholars who were fighting against injustice, veterans of the literary world who came specially to set the pace, and a bunch of hecklers who surrounded them and "scolded" them.
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"Oops! These poor devils are going crazy..."
The guards were all facing a formidable enemy. There was a wide alley outside the door, and the courtyard wall opposite was about to be knocked down by people. But there were so many scholars that no one dared to drive them away. The emperor had to persuade them when he came, otherwise they would
A pen can make you infamy for eternity.
"Gululu..."
Zhao Guanren took the teapot and walked out of the door. He stood on the steps and brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth. He looked at the sour and rotten scholars in amusement and scolded him. However, he was located on the edge of the downtown area. It was estimated that there would be more than 100 people surrounding him in a large circle.
Thousands of people.
"Shameless! Plagiarism and plagiarism, but you still have the nerve to smile..."
A man in green robe rushed over angrily and pointed at him and scolded him. Zhao Guanren suddenly said "ha" and spat out a mouthful of tooth powder on the other person's face. Instantly, the other person's face was covered with foam. The surrounding area suddenly became quiet.
Thinking about it, he really dared to speak.
"You are so stupid that I can't even laugh at you. You dare to curse at this level. Who gave you the courage..."
Zhao Guanren ridiculed: "You old nuns recite scriptures - the same thing! You actually have the nerve to call yourself a scholar. You are like the mynah brothers in the cage - you can only talk but not do it! The dung shell beetle is a storyteller - all because of your bad mouth! You can scold me.
You don't have any brains when you come to the door, and you go to the grave to burn toilet paper - you are fooling your father!"
"You, you, you..."
Qingpao Kuangsheng made him so angry that he was so angry that he was forced to take several steps back by his scolding skills. He couldn't find the words to scold him at all.
"Only shrews curse..."
Someone shouted loudly: "We scholars do not do shameless things. We are here to ask you why you plagiarized the poems of Baozhai layman. You must give an explanation to the scholars all over the world today!"
"Are you considered a scholar? After a few days of reading, do you count yourself as a person? Stealing jade and incense, digging ashes and digging graves. How many scholars are among them..."
Zhao Guanren said loudly: "Dogs will always be dogs, but people may not be people. Every time a dog is slaughtered for righteousness, and a heartless person is a scholar, nine out of ten people will look down upon it. If you are useless, you will be a scholar. If you are not the number one scholar, don't fucking pretend to be one.
I am a scholar myself, and I am ashamed of you!"
"Okay, okay! We are not scholars, right..."
An old Confucian shouted angrily: "Then you have to give an explanation to the literary leaders and champions. Tell them how you plagiarized and deceived the world and stole your reputation!"
"Then you call the number one scholar here. You haven't even read a book. How old are you? Are you the Dragon King of the East China Sea? You can be as lenient as you are..."
Zhao Guanren referred to everyone in general and said loudly: "Everyone here counts, it doesn't matter if your heads are empty, the key is not to get into the water, swearing in the street, swearing in the street is not good, reading, reading, I think you are really widows sighing at night - not much use
ah!"
"You are of little use, but you have the guts to reason with us..."
One scholar finally became angry because of his embarrassment. Zhao Guanren immediately pointed at him and cursed: "Oh, you old cow won't give birth to calves - you are so awesome! Do you want to scold the street? I will stay with you until the end today, no."
Tell all the scandalous things about three generations of your ancestors, and your mother is my concubine!"
"Pfft~"
The other party suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, pointed at him with an aggrieved face and fell to the ground. Everyone was frightened and hurriedly carried him out.
"Look! Bai Wuyi is a scholar, right?"
Zhao Guanren spread his hands and mocked: "Swearing at others can make you vomit blood. What's the use of this kind of thing? It's really a waste of food when you stand up, a waste of land when you lie down, and it takes up the position of the latrine when you poop. What are you looking at!"
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I’m talking about you two hundred and five!"
"Ah! There is no heavenly principle, no king's law..."
A scholar ran out crying and ran out, looking broken and mad. Zhao Guanren was full of jingles and swearing poems, all of which were vulgar. Even the shrews in the market shrank away, and the veterans of the literary world did not dare to say a word. It was really a curse.
But ah.
"I won't bully you when I first come here, but don't let me look down on you and bring it up..."
Zhao Guanren waved arrogantly, only to see someone in the courtyard carrying out two large boxes. After opening them, they turned out to be full of two boxes of silver ingots, which instantly dazzled everyone's eyes. The crowd was suddenly silent and confused.
So looking at him.
"I am offering a reward of a thousand taels today, but I only want a poem that can be put on the stage..."
Zhao Guanren pointed to the white wall opposite and said: "I have to scold the king in this poem, and my daughter-in-law, Renfu Diji, must also be brought in. The scolding must be elegant, not vulgar, and thought-provoking. The first place will be rewarded with three thousand, and the second place will be rewarded with two thousand.
Huh? What’s the third name?”
"Tanhua! The third name is Tanhua..."
Kuang Sheng, who was frothing all over his face, subconsciously spoke. Zhao Guanren immediately took out two ingots of silver and threw them to him. He said with a smile: "You are very intelligent. With so many people, I think you are the most talented. You go and show off to everyone."
, If you write well, I will recommend you to the emperor!"
"Oh! Thank you very much, Prince Consort, for your appreciation. I will not disappoint you in my later life..."
Kuangsheng was ecstatic and bowed repeatedly to express his thanks. He picked up two coins and ran to the white wall. The eunuch had already prepared some pen and ink to offer him, but he stood in front of the white wall and meditated hard. He didn't write for a long time.
"Can you do it? If not, why don't we do it..."
The scholars began to urge with complaints. Zhao Guanren was already sitting on the chair of the Grand Master, drinking tea. He held a purple clay pot and said with a smile: "Don't be idle, everyone. If you have any good poems, just submit them. We will collectively evaluate them when the time comes. The eyes of the crowd are the eyes of the public."
Brilliant!"
"Look at me!"
Scholars came forward to compose poems one after another. Dozens of writing brushes had been arranged in a row. These crazy and rotten scholars came to scold the street, just to gain popularity and gain fame. Few of them really came to fight against injustice.
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Now that Zhao Guanren was giving money and being scolded at the same time, even the veterans in the literary world got wind of this and rushed to show off their skills. Anyway, he couldn't be scolded, so it would be good to regain some face.
"Oh, if you dare to block my door and curse, you are really a shit beetle beating a lantern - looking for death (shit)..."
Zhao Guanren was leaning on a chair, drinking tea and smoking proudly. The palace maids took out benches for people to sit down, and politely served refreshments. The crazy students ate, drank, and got food. They were no longer embarrassed to curse, and all their poems were ridiculed.
It turned into flirting.
"The sea laughs, the tide surges across the strait, ups and downs follow the waves, just remember this day..."
suddenly!
Two vermilion doors opened, and with a burst of white smoke slowly drifting out, the sound of the piano and the lingering sound lingered. Only the three princesses were seen wearing white gauze on their faces and uniform white gauze skirts.
Three girls, one harp, one flute, and one erhu, were sitting inside the gate, playing and singing in unison. The white smoke from the incense burners curled up the atmosphere, making the princesses feel like fairies, with their fairy spirit floating in the air and transcending the worldly world.
"Wow! So beautiful..."
All the talented people exclaimed in surprise, and Zhao Guanren stood up and said with a smile: "These are the three princesses of our Shun Kingdom. When I learned that all the talented people were coming to the gathering, I specially dedicated a song for you. If anyone is willing to improvise a poem for the beauties,
Poetry, if you write it well, you will be rewarded greatly!"
"Here I come! How can there be no reason not to compose a poem for such a beautiful woman..."
The literati and poets were all excited. Ordinary people would never have the opportunity to see the emperor and the princess. Seeing the three princesses of Shun Kingdom being so beautiful, even the mature and prudent gentlemen were elated. They ran to the wall to splash ink.
Striving to show off in front of the princesses.
"The person playing the piano must be Princess Yongning. She is really a figure in the painting, exactly like Xiao Qiao..."
The poets looked at Yongning with salivation. Bian Ji's cigarettes were also very popular in Kyrgyzstan, and the "Three Kingdoms Heroes Card" was sought after by everyone.
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It's a trendy thing, and when Zhao Guanren originally designed Xiao Qiao's portrait, he used Yongning as a template to create it.
"You talented people are lucky, we are waiting for your masterpieces behind the door..."
After the three princesses finished playing, Yingying stood up to thank the guests. The moment the door slowly closed, a huge sound of regret came from the long alley.
"Oh my! Such a grand occasion is really rare. I am also very popular in poetry..."
Zhao Guanren walked to the wall and said loudly: "There are always villains who say that I plagiarize. Today I will use my strength to tell everyone that I will not do plagiarism, let alone do it. Others cannot imitate my poems."
, please evaluate together!”
Zhao Guanren picked up a writing brush and started writing. Immediately, someone started to flatter him and shouted: "What a great writing power! My prince-in-law is really using his pen like a knife, his words are hard and his bones are strong!"
"Everyone, listen up, I'm here to read a poem for the Prince Consort..."
Bai Mo Kuangsheng followed the poem and read loudly: "The wolf smoke is thousands of miles away, and the lonely souls have no one to visit. The speechless sky is cold and the pen and ink are cold. The swords and springs and autumns are paid with blood... Well! No wonder outsiders can't imitate it. This poem is so murderous.
It’s majestic and truly thought-provoking!”
"good!"
An old man stroked his beard and praised: "How can a warrior who is not a killer on the battlefield or a brave general who has fought bloody battles write such a heroic poem? Ordinary people would not even dare to think about it. Prince Consort
He is truly a talented person with both civil and military skills!"
"Awesome! At this moment, I actually feel like I am actually on the scene. The prince-in-law is really talented in literature..."
The scholars in Wuyangyang nodded their heads in praise, and many even mentioned their taste repeatedly, with a strong tendency to complain about Zhao Guanren.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Guanren wrote another song - The world is full of turmoil, and as soon as I enter the world, the years rush me. In the chat and laughter of the emperor's hegemony, I can't bear the drunkenness of life.
"Hiss~"
Scholars all over the street took a breath of cold air, and even the guards were shocked. Such a domineering and free and easy poem, ordinary people can't do it.
After it's done, Jin Yiwei will have to knock your brains out and ask you what exactly you think. Are you worthy of the emperor's hegemony?
However, Zhao Guanren is a prince, and the consort can shoulder the responsibility. If he is not worthy of talking about the imperial hegemony, there are not many people in the world who are qualified.
"The prince-in-law's poetic talent and broad mind are truly remarkable..."
Everyone gave a thumbs up in admiration, and the whole alley burst into applause. Now no one doubted his talent anymore. There was no longer any evidence that he had plagiarized poetry. This guy plagiarized a piece of lyrics, and...
I copied lines from a movie.
"What happened? Why are there so many cheers..."
In a carriage outside the alley, Emperor Renfu quietly opened the curtain, and a young eunuch in plain clothes hurriedly got in, handed over the two copied poems, and said: "The king of Zhao has now composed two poems.
People praise him very much, please take a look!"
"this……"
Emperor Renfu quickly read the poems and exclaimed: "These two poems have such a big pattern and a strong murderous aura. Is it really possible for him to do it?"
"Mr. Living Book of Songs is right here, how can we allow him to cheat..."
The little eunuch said helplessly: "Besides, he is not a battle-hardened general, so he cannot compose such a heroic poem. King Zhao chopped off tens of thousands of heads along the way. The trend of the scholarly scholars has completely changed. The walls are covered with
A love poem for you and King Zhao!"
"Asshole!"
Di Ji angrily cursed: "Where have all the integrity of the literary people gone? They all turned into soft bones when they saw money, and they actually turned this place into a poetry meeting for me. Humph~ I don't believe that I can't stink of this shameless person!"
"Your Highness!"
The little eunuch whispered: "King Zhao is saying everywhere that Baozhai Jushi is the real plagiarist. Many people are suspicious and say that his poetry style is very different and not like it was written by one person. Now they are clamoring for Baozhai Jushi to be the one who plagiarized everyone."
Come out and confront!"
"Walk!"
Di Ji quickly said: "Hurry up and find Mr. Baozhai and ask him what's going on!"