"Wait!"

Just when Liu Yi had been praised by everyone and was about to accept the glory of the first place in the poetry battle tonight, a man in the audience suddenly shouted.

The noise gradually stopped.

Everyone turned their heads in astonishment and looked at the man who spoke up.

It was a young man in a white shirt and holding a folding fan, with a dashing demeanor.

The young man's name was Zhou Wenyang, a famous talent in Qingzhou, who had just come to Kyoto and became famous with a little poem.

At this time, he suddenly spoke, and everyone was full of doubts.

Zhou Wenyang shook the folding fan, slowly stepped onto the stage, and looked at Liu Ai on the stage with burning eyes: "You said that you wrote this word, can someone prove it?" ”

Liu Yi was stunned for a moment and did not answer.

Wei Yan, who was watching in front of the railing of the first painting boat, suddenly frowned when he saw this change, and looked at the young man who suddenly came to the stage.

Is this unaffordable?

"Hmph, no one can prove it for you, right?"

Zhou Wenyang sneered, turned around, looked down, and said, "Everyone, it's not that Zhou wants to deliberately embarrass this Liu Gongzi, but his approach is too despicable and shameless." This first little lip was originally made below, but when he saw it, he took it as his own and sent it first! It's infuriating! ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderbolt sounding in the painting boat.

In these years, there are still people who dare to steal poems?

This kind of thing, if you steal one song, can you steal the second one, the third one?

If the name is not true, no matter how much you disguise it, it will be exposed.

If someone finds out, then this life is over.

And on this occasion, it's not necessary, right?

"Fart! Big brother won't be a thief! ”

When Liu Xie heard this, he was immediately shocked and angry.

Wei Yan clenched his fists even more, and the anger in his chest burned.

This bastard is going to rob him of eight hundred taels!

Liu Yi was already standing on the stage, his face was stunned, he didn't expect someone to be so shameless.

This poem, he saw Brother Yan write it with his own eyes, how could it be this person's work?

Are the current literati so shameless?

The audience booed, and the praise just now suddenly died down, and they all looked at him suspiciously.

After all, he is in Kyoto, and he has no fame, so compared with this Zhou Da talent, he is naturally far behind.

Zhou Wenyang shook the folding fan and said: "It's not empty words. After writing this little poem, it was handed over to my friend Zhao Feng for safekeeping, and it was also written by Brother Zhao himself. Just now I was a little sick to my stomach, so I went out, and as soon as I came back, something like this happened. Hmph, this Liu Caizi is really an eye-opener for me! ”

After finishing speaking, another slender and tall young man walked up with a bamboo slip in his hand, glanced at Liu Ai with disdain, and raised the bamboo slip in his hand and said: "What Brother Zhou said is true, I, Zhao Feng, saw Brother Zhou meditate with my own eyes, made this little poem, and wrote it down with my own hands. If you don't believe it, you can let Miss Ruyue see it for herself. ”

As soon as these words came out, the boos in the audience suddenly became louder, and many people began to heckle.

"It turned out to be a liar!"

"Despicable and shameless! Sven scum! ”

"Bullshit Liu Yong, you are not worthy of being a literati!"

has both fame, witnesses, and drafts, everyone naturally believes in Zhou Wenyang, and for a while, they all scolded Liu Ai on the stage.

The woman in red frowned, walked up to Zhao Feng, and said softly, "Zhao Gongzi, please let the concubine take a look." ”

Zhao Feng immediately handed it over and sneered: "Miss Ruyue, such a despicable villain, it is better to drive it down earlier." ”

Liu Yi was already standing on the stage, facing all kinds of disdainful glances and ridicule and cursing, but he had no defense.

Wei Yan was no longer at the railing, but came to the stern again.

Those two bastards colluded together and wanted to rob him of eight hundred taels of silver, which is really hateful!

It's tolerable, it's unbearable!

He borrowed pen, ink, paper, and inkstone again, and quickly sharpened the ink, and many poems appeared in his mind.

"Dotted lips, that's it!"

Just as he picked up the pen and was about to transcribe, a weak voice suddenly came from next to him: "Master Wei, do you need help?" ”

Wei Yan was startled, and when he turned his head, it was Liu Wuwu.

I don't know how the girl was silent and when she followed.

Liu Wuwu glanced at him with complicated eyes, bowed his head and said, "I can imitate the handwriting of my eldest brother, but ordinary people can't see it." ”

As soon as these words came out, Wei Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and no matter how she found out, she hurriedly stuffed the pen into her hand and said, "Quick, I'll read, you write!" ”

Liu Wuwu immediately stood up.

Wei Yan didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately read out the little word he had picked out in his mind.

After Liu Wuwu finished writing, he raised his head, his eyes as clear as water, and looked at him in a daze.

It's a pity that Wei Yan didn't look at her, he directly picked up the bamboo slip, dried it quickly, stuffed it into his sleeve, and then hurriedly stepped on the board and got on the painting boat in the middle.

"Liar! Swindler! Don't get down yet! ”

Everyone in the audience was indignant, and some even rolled up their sleeves, ready to go up and do it.

Literati hate plagiarism the most, and they plagiarize it in front of the parties.

This liar is so bold to play them like monkeys!

The talented women thought of their admiration and praise for this liar just now, and they became even more ashamed.

Zhou Wenyang cranked the folding fan in his hand, walked in front of Liu Aiji, and sneered: "What, can't you go down yet?" Are you not convinced? ”

After reading Zhou Wenyang's manuscript, the woman in red couldn't distinguish the truth from the fake for a while.

At this moment, Liu Yi's eyes suddenly lit up, his eyes looked at Zhou Wenyang in front of him, and said coldly: "Naturally dissatisfied!" You have colluded with this man to slander me. ”

"Slandering you?"

Zhou Wenyang's face was full of sarcasm, and said, "Do you think you are worthy?" I have a testimony and a real talent, but what about you? ”

"Of course, he also has a witness!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Zhou Wenyang.

Wei Yan walked past him and stood side by side with Liu Aiji, staring at him with burning eyes and saying, "His witness is me." I saw the words he wrote with my own eyes, and I also saw him meditate hard, and I saw with my own eyes that after Miss Ruyue read this poem, she immediately went to secretly transcribe it, and exchanged words with this Zhao Gongzi, sneaky, embarrassed, and wanted to steal the day and take the words that did not belong to you as your own! Vile! Disgusting! Shameless! Something like a dog! ”

"You...... You ......"

This series of words suddenly made Zhou Wenyang's face blue for a while, white for a while, and blushing for a while, his heart was weak and frightened, and he opened his mouth to stammer, and for a while, it was difficult to fight back.

Zhao Feng next to him also changed his face, but said angrily: "Who are you?" How dare you spew blood? ”

Wei Yan sneered: "Didn't you just spew blood?" ”

Everyone in the audience quieted down again, their eyes widened, their faces were stunned, and they were ready to eat melons.

Wei Yan didn't see the two collude with his own eyes, but it didn't prevent him from retaliating with a tooth for a tooth and spewing blood.

Speaking of spraying people, can these two crooked melons and cracked dates compare with him?

"You...... You ......"

Zhao Feng was also flustered, thinking that the reluctance just now was really seen by this young man, but he didn't dare to admit it, and said angrily: "You are the one who spews blood!" You...... You're the one who spews blood! ”

"Look, the weak-hearted can't even speak coherently."

Wei Yan sneered, turned his head to look at the woman in red next to him, and arched his hand: "This matter is actually very simple. Since both sides say that the other is lying, then test it with real talent. This Zhou Gongzi said that the little poem just now was written by him, so he must be talented, why don't you do it again in front of everyone now, how about it? ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment, and they all nodded.

"Great idea!"

"Since you can make such good words, it shouldn't be difficult to make another song on the spot. It doesn't have to be better than the previous one, as long as it's not too ordinary. ”

The woman in red also nodded and said, "Childe's method, it's okay." ”

Her eyes looked at Zhou Wenyang and Liu Aiji.

Zhou Wenyang's face turned pale, but he was unwilling to admit defeat and said: "Poetry needs to be brewed, how can you just say it?" You are just a good poem, you are a leaf on the ground, you will pick it up? ”

Wei Yan sneered: "I have read more than 10,000 volumes, and my pen is like a god." If you really have ink in your chest, you are not afraid to play on the spot. The article is made by nature, and the good poetry does not have to be brewed to get it. ”

"Read more than 10,000 books, and write like a god?"

The woman in red was stunned for a moment and muttered.

Everyone in the audience was also shocked, and muttered: "The article is natural, the article is natural......"

"What a good reading book is more than 10,000 volumes, and the pen is like a god! A good article is made in nature, and it is a wonderful hand! ”

In the crowd, a middle-aged scribe couldn't help but clap his hands in amazement, and looked at the young man on the stage with burning eyes and praised: "This son's mouth is full of chapters, and every sentence is a shocking sentence, which makes people stunned and amazed!" I don't know which great talent it is? ”

Other talented people and talented women also looked at Wei Yan on the stage with burning eyes, and they all felt incredulous.

This young man has such talent in just one sentence, which shows how extraordinary his chest is Chinese Tao!

The woman in red looked at Wei Yan brightly, and arched her hand: "I don't know the name of this son?" ”

Wei Yan waved his hand and said, "Nobody, it's not worth mentioning." ”

He came to get his own money back, not to be watched and talked about as a monkey.

He ignored the woman in red and the exclamations below, and still stared at the young man in front of him and said, "Zhou Dacai, since you can't do it, then I won't be reluctant anymore, you yourself admit that you are vain." So, let's let Liu Caizi prove to you who made the first dotted lip! ”

After speaking, he patted Liu Aiji's shoulder.

The corners of Liu Yi's mouth twitched, so he had to lift his sleeve, picked up another roll of bamboo slips from his sleeve, and handed it to the woman in red with some humility.

Wei Yan said: "Just now, this Liu Gongzi made two songs at once, and I saw them with my own eyes. This time, if Zhou Dacai said that he had made this song a long time ago, then I would have nothing to say. ”

Zhou Wenyang and Zhao Feng both turned pale, and their lips began to tremble.

The woman in red glanced at them, and Fang slowly opened the bamboo slip in her hand, and looked at the beautiful small characters on it.

"Dotted lips, listen to Xue Er."

"The east wind blows away a lot of sorrow on the pillow. A few birds, dreams turn to the screen window. ”

"Come at the beginning of spring, go to spring and get old. Changting Road, the general grass, only the return time is good.

As soon as this word came out, the audience suddenly fell silent.