Wang Tuo, is the Qilu Langya Wang, known as the empire "Confucian", because of the influence of Confucian and Mencian culture since childhood, he has learned Confucian classics, read ancient and modern classics, can be described as a mobile encyclopedia.

And Wang Jun's great talent, dare to ask the world can compare with him, only the business boat.

Therefore, they have the title of "East King and West Businessman" in the literary world, in order to show that their erudition and talent are unmatched, like the "South Murong and North Qiao Feng" mentioned in Mr. Jin Yong.

Shang Xingzhou and Wang Tuan are definitely the Taishan Beidou in the literary world, and are respected by countless literati and students.

"I can't imagine that the prince's witness is Wang Jun?"

The courtiers of the empire were all taught by Confucianism, and they were no strangers to Wang Tuan, but they didn't expect Wang Tuan to come to Shangjing from Langya, thousands of miles away just to expose Li Yun's evil deeds.

"Wang Shu is well-read, since he said that Li Yun's poems were copied, there must be no fakes."

"I'll just say? How could Li Yunzhi write such good poems for the ages? It turned out to be copied. ”

In the Liangyi Palace, many ministers are talking about it, compared to Li Yun and Wang Jun, they naturally prefer to believe the latter, one is a well-known great writer, and the other is a notorious evil star waste, obviously, the two are not comparable.

During the discussion, an old man with crane hair in a white robe came to the palace, and Li Yun observed from the side, this person was full of vitality and leisurely temperament, and he deserved to be a great writer on the same level as Shang Xingzhou.

Li Chengqian glanced at Li Yun inadvertently, and a disdainful cold snort came out of the corner of his mouth, he secretly rejoiced in his heart, all thanks to Li Yun.

If it weren't for Li Yun's massacre of the Taiyuan Wang family, Wang Jun would definitely not appear in court to give perjury, the Taiyuan Wang family and the Langya Wang family were originally in the same vein, and the Taiyuan Wang family was tragically destroyed, which was a great blow to the Langya Wang family, and the people of the Langya Wang family hated Li Yun on purpose.

"King Caomin, meet my emperor, may my emperor live long live."

Wang Kuan received the gift of Confucius and Mencius, he knelt on his knees, almost in a posture of throwing himself to the ground, practicing the most standard Confucian etiquette.

"Get up." Li Shimin said, "Wang Jun, I came to ask you, I listened to the words of the prince, you said that the poem "Ascending" by King Yun was copied by him, not made by himself, yes or no? ”

"Back to the emperor, yes, this poem feels familiar to the old man after reading it, because the family teacher also made a similar seven-character poem." Wang Jun said.

Li Shimin frowned and looked at Li Yun, while Li Yun got up from his seat and walked to the center and asked Wang Yun: "Dare to ask Mr. Wang, who is the family teacher's surname?" Where do you live? ”

This poem is written by the poet Du Fu, and now it is the era of Zhenguan, there are still decades before Du Fu was born, this old guy is really lying and not blushing, are these literati so shameless?

"The family teacher's surname is Zhuang, his name is Hanmo, and his name is Fuyuan, and now he has gone west and does not live in the world."

Wang Jun looked at this young man, thinking that he was Li Yun, although he was not confused, but the anger in his heart still rose spontaneously, that is, he killed the Taiyuan Wang family, and he could not be spared no matter what.

Li Yun looked at him lying seriously, and asked impatiently: "Just now you said that my poems were copied, and they were written by your family teacher, since this is the case, why don't you tell us about your family teacher's poems?" Empty words are false, but true evidence is true. ”

Yes, if there is no evidence, anyone will say that it is enough to prove themselves only with real evidence.

Even if everyone present believed Wang Lu's words, in front of the holy car, a mouth was always not very convincing.

"Mr. Wang, then you can show King Yun how he plagiarized the poems made by your family teacher." Li Chengqian's face was arrogant, and it was obvious that he had been prepared.

"The old man didn't want to do this, since the prince and King Yun both insisted on doing so, then they had to be disrespectful." Wang Jun said. In the poem "Ascending", the first four sentences are excellent, and the last four sentences are the finishing touches. How cool. After more than a hundred years of illness, if it weren't for the wind and candles, how could he write the four words of sorrow? The poems written by the old man in his life cannot be compared. ”

"And the last four sentences of the poem are the work of the family teacher who traveled to the hometown of Liangzhou, at that time he experienced the vicissitudes of the world, coupled with a sigh written by a serious illness not long after, but now it is copied by you and named it, which is really shameful for the people of the world."

Li Yun was silent, quietly watching him talk nonsense, and even felt that Du Fu's coffin couldn't be suppressed, it was really more and more treacherous, and the next Oscar golden man would award one to this old guy.

Subsequently, Wang Kuan recited the poem in public: "Thousands of miles of sad autumn are often guests, and they have returned to the stage after a hundred years of illness." Bitter hatred of the new hatred of the frosty sideburns, pouring the wine in the new stop cup. ”

When Wang Jian finished reading, someone immediately stood up to impeach Li Yun and said: "Your Majesty, Li Yun is shameless, he has lost the face of the people in the world, and I ask Your Majesty to will." ”

One person said it, and the rest of them agreed, as if it had been planned.

In the face of their doubts, Li Yunhum said: "Who wouldn't adapt? If the old gentleman rewrites my verses, how can he prove that I copied them? ”

Wang Shu sneered, expecting him to say this, and immediately took a long scroll from his cuff, Li Chengqian stepped forward to help open it, and on the yellowed scroll, this poem was recorded.

Not to mention how Wang Qian faked it, just because he was able to come up with this poem, he was not afraid to identify the authenticity.

After the scroll is opened, the verses written on it are exactly the same as Li Yun's poems, and now they are repeatedly refined, how can such poems be written at such an age as Li Yun and without enough life experience?

"The young man is worried about it, the meaning of painting a tiger is too strong, with the experience of King Yun, how can he write it?" Wang Jun said again.

Hearing this, Li Yunchang stepped forward, grabbed the wine jug on the side table, took a long sip, like a whale swallowing, and after a while, half a pot of wine entered his stomach, and the wine was strong.

He walked up to Wang Jun with a drunken body, and instead asked: "Who said that if the head is not white, the sideburns are not frosty, and there is no disease and no disaster, you can't write the meaning of sorrow?" You say that I am a strong complaint, that is a strong sorrow, but just because you have a blank sheet of paper, you say that I am plagiarism? If you don't know my past, how can you say this? ”

"Let me ask you again, why did this poem never appear in the world before I wrote 'Ascending'?"

In the face of Li Yun's soul torture, Wang Shu avoided his eyes, wronging Li Yun had already made him feel guilty, how could he dare to look at people again?

But the matter has come to this point, and Wang Jian will never admit that he wronged Li Yun, otherwise the Langya Wang family will also be implicated, and it is not a trivial matter to frame the royal family.

"Poetry is the voice of the heart, and it cannot be written without personal experience."

Li Yun didn't dare to agree, and choked back: "Poetry is Wendao, although I have never experienced bitterness, but I have seen and felt, and this is the source of my poems." ”

"Could it be that the Cloud King can write wonderful words anytime and anywhere that have nothing to do with what happened to him?"

Wang Jun asked rhetorically, anyway, he didn't believe it, as he said, poetry is the voice of the heart, how can it be written without experience? Wang Jun didn't believe it, and the people at the scene naturally wouldn't believe it, including Li Shimin.

Looking around the hall, there was a lot of doubts all around, and the best way to face the doubts was to let them speak.

"Since Mr. Wang doesn't believe it, then I'll show you on the spot." Li Yun said.

Writing poems on the spot, if Li Yun can really write poems that have nothing to do with him, it means that he is innocent, and obviously, no one will believe that he can do it.

Li Yun also ignored everyone's questioning eyes, and then said vigorously:

"Here comes the paper!"

"Come on!"

"Molai!"

After a short time, the paper, pen and ink were all ready, and Li Yun agreed to ask Li Shimin to order someone to write down the verses he said, and after Li Shimin agreed, after Li Shimin agreed, and then, a large empty space was vacated in front of the palace, only a few inkstones and one person, Li Yun stood lonely and proud in the middle.

Seeing that Li Yun was going to compose poems on the spot, they all secretly ridiculed: "I humiliate myself." ”

The white moonlight pours on the earth, caring for the main hall through the hollowed out windows, and the wind from the north blows through the main hall, blowing on everyone's face, carrying a hint of coolness.

At this moment, I only heard Li Yun suddenly groan: "Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest; Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, and be fierce...... Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood......"

After reading a song "Man Jianghong", I don't know how many people's hearts were aroused by the silent blood, and when I heard it, I couldn't help but pick up the knife to charge into battle and kill the enemy in all directions.

One coin, the other one starts again: "The great river east goes to the waves, and the eternal romantic characters,...... The country is picturesque, how many heroes are there at one time,...... Life is like a dream, and a bottle is still a river. ”

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning; You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink. …… The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name. …… Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. ……”

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past. Xiaolou last night and the east wind, the country can not bear to look back at the bright moon, the carved fence jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed, ask you can have a few sorrows, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. ”

Li Yun's voice echoed throughout the hall, the voice was sometimes sonorous and powerful, sometimes soft and soft, and his poems were the feelings of family and country for a while, the love between men and women, and the chic for a while.

In less than half an hour, Li Yun read seventy or eighty poems, and each of them is an eternal quatrain, which is breathtaking.

And the eunuch who copied it by hand was even more tired and broke his arm.

And Li Yun didn't seem to have the intention of stopping, he picked up the wine jug and drank it all when he was thirsty, and the eternal quatrain stood out here.

"......, raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. …… I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess. ……”

"The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, the brain is full of gold beasts, and the festival is ,...... again"

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. …..”

……

I don't know how long it took, and everyone didn't know how long they listened, as if Li Yun's voice had been echoing, but no one stood up to interrupt, because the poems written by Li Yun are treasures in the text, and they are tireless to listen to and taste.

In the end, Li Yun read hundreds of poems in one breath, and the audience was as silent as death, he walked up to Wang Shu leisurely, and said: "You are a model for students all over the world, but you don't know that poetry is a thing to cultivate sentiment, not a plan to fight bravely. ”

"You ......"

"It's okay for you to frame me, but you have misappropriated the name of your family master to criticize others, you have simply lost the face of his old man, and people like you are not worthy to talk to me."

"Li Yun, you...... I ......"

Li Yun's words were really ruthless enough, and after Wang Yun heard it, he only felt tightness in his heart and chest, and spit out a mouthful of blood, and he was actually angry to death by Li Yun.