"'Ask Qingtian for wine', did you really do it?"

"It's not."

Fang Yiai replied very casually, revealing a free and uninhibited temperament.

However, his words stirred up a thousand waves with one stone, and the scholars present were suddenly not calm, and they were in an uproar, as if they were in a busy city.

"Fang Erlang's poems are not written by himself!"

"Isn't that just copying poetry! He's not like that......"

"Knowing people and knowing faces but not hearts, he has admitted it himself, and there is something to say."

……

Gao Yang, who was sitting next to Susan, spilled some grape wine in his hand, "Susan just asked this question, they are husband and wife, do you know any secrets?" ”

Gao Yang's eyes looked at Susan with complicated eyes, and then fixed on Fang Yiai's body, and her heart was in a mess at this time......

Crane Weng almost held back his internal injuries, but the words that came to his mouth were withdrawn, and he used a smile to hide his inner embarrassment, "The old man said that you are too young to have this reading ability." ”

"Your talent is rare among the younger generation, and the DPRK is also rising step by step, why do you want to destroy your future and do this act of stealing."

Crane Weng expressed his heartache, as if he was losing love for the house is not worth it, because of a small loss.

It is impossible for all the court to be gentlemen, but if there is a stain on life, the future will definitely be affected, this is still under the rule of Li Shimin, and it is also a later dynasty, and even the imperial examination cannot participate.

"The old gentleman must have misunderstood, and none of the poems below were written by himself." Fang Yiai arched his hand casually and said very calmly.

Suddenly, he was so completely abandoned, which made Crane Weng's heart suspicious and reborn, and he always felt like jumping into the pit.

Before he could thank him, he only heard Cui Shen sneer: "Haha, Fang Yiai, you finally admit that you are just a person who deceives the world and steals fame!" ”

Fang Yiai smiled and said nothing, Crane Weng knew what he was waiting for, so naturally he would not build a ladder for him.

But, with so many people present, of course, some people were willing, because they were too curious about it! Before he could finish thinking about it, someone asked.

Li Ke asked: "Fang Er's poems were not written by you, where did they come from?" ”

"In a dream."

Fang Yiai spit out two words, and seeing that everyone was puzzled, he explained: "Don't hide it from you, all the poems under it are from the dream. ”

"Which song "Water Tune Song Head" was written by a Mr. Su in a dream."

Fang Yiai's statement is too mysterious, everyone was stunned when they heard it, I don't know if this is true or false?

Du He didn't care about those, he just wanted Fang Yiai's reputation to be ruined, "It's a fact that Fang Yiai loves you to copy poems, there's no point in quibbling, don't pretend to be a ghost, nonsense and dream......"

"How...... Do you know what dreams I have? ”

At this time, Cui Shen also came to his senses and sneered: "Writing poetry in a dream? Joke! You might as well do what you do. You are clearly in front of the Lord, and you don't dare to deceive anymore. Don't quibble, you are copying Mr. Heweng's poems! ”

"It's really ridiculous, I have never met this old gentleman, where did I copy his poems? Don't...... Can the old gentleman fall asleep? Fang Yiai sneered and said.

"Hahaha......"

As soon as his voice fell, there was a burst of laughter on the spot!

Crane Weng frowned on the side, his face was full of wrinkles, and the furrow was a little deeper, and he finally found out what was wrong - unconsciously, Fang Yiai had mastered the rhythm, and was a little led by the nose.

However, at this time, he had to speak, "The old man is also quite curious, where did you hear this poem?" The old decay has never been passed on,"

After speaking, he seemed to pick a paragraph at random and recited it, "Turn Zhu Ge, low Qihu, and shine sleepless...... I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Crane Weng suddenly spoke, and the wind on the scene reversed, and all the scholars exploded.

With the status of an old man, there are still many believers in this opening, and few people will question it!

"This poem was actually written by Mr. Crane Weng!"

Everyone was shocked, "Yes, Fang Erlang's experience is not enough after all, and there was no shortage of doubts before." This should be put on the old gentleman, and everything will make sense. ”

"His old knowledge of music theory can't be written."

"How could it be! Don't you think it's suspicious, it's not that Fang Erlang doesn't know how to write poems, he still has more than a dozen poems, many of which are good, how can he ruin his reputation and copy poems. ”

Of course, there are also a few people who keep their sanity and are speaking for Fang Yiai.

"How do I know that!"

As soon as these words came out, others immediately replied, "Count carefully, which of the others can't pass this one, or a few masterpieces, how can they compare to the famous poems that have been passed down through the ages." ”

"The prouder people are, the more they want to be recognized by the world."

"Fang Erlang is not a good name!"

"How could Mr. Heweng lie, it must be where Fang Yiai heard it and put gold on his face."

A few faint voices were quickly drowned out in the sound tide, and the number of people was too small. Immediately afterwards, Cui Shen made up for it and gave them a fatal blow......

"Lest you don't believe it, I brought it today, Mr. Heweng's Mobao the year before last, and the book is this poem."

Fang Yiai didn't go up to see it, since they dared to take it out, they must have made all the preparations, he was not a treasurer, and he couldn't see it when he went.

"Phew! Fraudsters! ”

At this moment, Crane Weng completely won the trust of everyone, and someone immediately showed malice towards him, but he was afraid of his previous prestige, so he was a little cheap in words.

"Xianggong ......"

Fang Yiai became the focus of the scene again, and the scholars all looked badly, Susan quietly leaned over, pulled Fang Yiai's arm, and called softly.

Fang Yiai patted Susan's hand and waved her sleeves, as if she had thrown out garbage, and didn't pay attention to it at all.

"It doesn't matter, since he wants it, just give it to him, it's just a poem, and it's not worth a few dollars, 'I was born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone', why care about that little thing."

"Come, come, 'Cook sheep and slaughter cattle for pleasure, and drink three hundred cups.'" ”

Good! What a heroism!

It's just that they are all residual sentences, which are inevitably not beautiful

A poem has already heard the majesty,

Spend your money at will

Planning the Mid-Autumn Festival night, discrediting the bereaved love,

Opening your mouth is a famous sentence for the ages