Chapter 135: The Poet Thief (2)

Ma Yun was stunned, gently slapped Zhang Qian's buttocks, and said with a smile: "Nonsense, how could a widow do such a ridiculous thing?" ”

Zhang Qian pursed her lips, and suddenly she asked again: "By the way, when are you going to marry Miss Xueyun?" ”

"What? When did I say I was going to marry Miss Snow Cloud? Their Yang family has been named the Marquis of Shunyi, and she has also been named the county monarch, they are all people with status, don't talk nonsense. Ma Yun said seriously, but he couldn't help but think of Xueyun's pretty face and delicate body.

"Who is talking nonsense, last time my mother entered the palace, she said that after Yang Houye was released, she saw that Xueyun was not young, so she specially found someone to tell her that she was married, and was ready to marry Xueyun girl, as a result, the market didn't know what was going on, and it was immediately rumored that the king had already taken a fancy to Xueyun girl, so who dared to come to the door to propose, don't say, propose, even Yang Houye was said to be startled, and he didn't dare to marry his sister anymore." Zhang Qian said, looking at Ma Yun with wide eyes, as if she wanted to see something from Ma Yun's expression?

Ma Yun obviously didn't expect this to happen, there is no doubt that Ma Yun must have a good impression of Xueyun, but he has been too busy recently, and since he ordered the release of Lao Yang's family, he has forgotten about it. Could it be the rumor that Zhao Pu sent someone to release? Jack Ma pondered. can release the wind in an instant, and everyone knows it, I'm afraid only the "wind catching room" can do it.

"Husband, are you tired, there is a wine shop over there, why don't we go over and rest for a while." Zhao Jingniang said on the side.

Shopping on the street so aimlessly, Ma Yun had long felt tired, he was just gritting his teeth and insisting, this was Zhao Jingniang's proposal, of course he readily agreed, and the group walked into the wine shop.

There are fifteen or sixteen tables on the first floor, and in front of the back wall in the center, there is a young woman in a red shirt, while stroking the piano with her bare hands, she lowers her eyebrows and sings: "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace, what year is tonight... ”

Ma Yun smiled slightly, took Zhang Qian and them to find a table to sit down, ordered a few side dishes, asked for a pot of wine, and listened to this little song with great interest.

"This word is quite elegant, Jiangnan Shizi is really knowledgeable." Zhang Qian was born in everyone, neither a small family like Zhao Jingniang, nor a minority like Peng Shuang. Although he is plain and martial, in an environment with a strong literary atmosphere like Jiangnan, he still has some ability to distinguish poetry.

Ma Yun smiled slightly and pointed to his nose.

Zhang Qian whispered in disbelief: "You wrote it?" When did you write. ”

"Didn't I attend a poetry meeting a while ago, and I wrote at the poetry meeting at that time!" Ma Yun said softly.

Ma Xifan held the first poetry discussion meeting of Dachu in Qixia Mountain, and as a result, a handful of reactionary elements jumped out and made accusations, and Lao Ma returned depressed, and the "Qixia Mountain Poetry Case" spread in Jinling at an extraordinary speed, and the object of ridicule was no longer Ma Xifan, but Ma Yun. What is the king of today is a martial artist, what is the king of today who skipped school at the age of five, beat a teacher at the age of six, and secretly visited the kiln at the age of seven and other indecent sayings, very strange and spread, and when the wind catching room reacted and prepared to investigate thoroughly, the whole Jinling knew that Jinling in April and May was the prosperous period of businessmen, and this rumor was inadvertently spread to the north and south of the river, and was talked about by Jiangnan Shilin, which greatly damaged the glorious image of Comrade Ma Yun, the supreme leader of Dachu. Although the wind catcher later increased its control over public opinion, and the people did not feel much about poetry and songs, Shilin, who was already dissatisfied, had a great discount on Ma Yun.

So, Ma Yun was helpless, at the beginning of the month, he held another poetry meeting, in which he was madly surprised by Song Ci Yuanqu and the poems of the great leader "Mao" and "Chairman", a total of 12 poems, and everyone present was stunned. It is impossible for those people not to be shocked, with the little "color" in Ma Yun's stomach, what he can write down is definitely a wonder in the history of literature, and it has passed the test of time and history, these twelve poems are all the masterpieces of Su Shi, Xin Qiji, Liu Yong, Yan Shu, Li Qingzhao and others, who dares to say that it is not good. Originally, the Jiangnan celebrities who were called together again had already made up their minds to praise Ma Yun, but as a result, once these twelve poems were published, those who disobeyed their hearts began to pat their sycophants sincerely. Ma Yun laughed happily, and finally sang a high-pitched song in an extremely coquettish manner: "The reason why the widow doesn't write poems is not because he doesn't like to do it, and it's not that he can't do it, but because he feels that writing poetry can never be something that the king of a country can care about." What should the king care about, it is nothing more than the four words "the people of the world", as long as the people of the world have enough food and clothing, what can the widow do if he writes a few poems, look at Li Jing, the poems are so good, but the people under the rule are displaced, this is called putting the cart before the horse. The widow thinks about the rise and fall of the country every day, and he works hard all day long, so how can he have any spare time to write lyrics and poems! Don't say that there are few people, just like Xu Xiang, Fan Xiang, and Zhao Aiqing, they are elegant and elegant, but they rarely write poems, why? It's not that I can't do it, but I have the people of the world in my heart, how can I have any other mind to "sing" and sing the spring flowers and autumn moon! The group of people who said it at the time were happy to worship.

As for Zhao Pu, it was not easy for Ma Yun to "chant" poetry, and he was so "lewd", of course, he had to seize the opportunity to promote the great leader King Ma with all his might. As a result, in the wine shops, Goolan and army in important cities of Great Chu, they soon sang the masterpiece of the King of Chu. Who makes the style of the King of Chu changeable, for a while, "the willow bank is dawning and the wind and the waning moon", for a while, "the rivers and mountains are picturesque, how many heroes are there for a while", for a while, the people who go to the west building alone are haggard, for a while, it is Lu Feifast, who is made by horses, for a while, it is the rolling Yangtze River east of the passing water, and for a while, it is a small bridge and flowing water; One moment the red flag swept the west wind, and the other moment the courtyard was a little deeper. People from all walks of life in this Dachu can find poems that suit them.

"Good words, good words!" A blue-shirted reader on the seat next to him praised. There were two people at this table, one blue shirt and one gray shirt.

Listening to the "chanting" of the Miaoman's Jiangnan woman, and listening to the praise of the scholars, Ma Yun shook his head and shook his head very proudly.

Suddenly, the gray-shirted literati snorted coldly: "It's nothing more than a poet thief, so what real talent is there, if there is, why didn't you show it earlier?" And then at this time, he jumped out and put gold on his face? ”

"Brother Jiang, silence in a low voice." The blue-shirted man was taken aback by his words, and hurriedly whispered comfort. He glanced around as he spoke, the people around him were eating and drinking, only Ma Yun was looking at him with wide eyes, and he smiled helplessly at Ma Yun.

What is called a "poetry thief"! The one who steals the poems. This saying originated in the Tang Dynasty. In the Tang Dynasty, not only the test results were obtained, but also the recommendations of celebrities. Therefore, candidates have rushed to the door of the minister and presented their masterpieces to them, which is called submitting papers. Those who vote to the Ministry of Rites are called public scrolls, and those who are voted to dignitaries and nobles are called line scrolls. For example, the great poet Bai Juyi's poem "Endowed with Grass on the Plain" was highly praised by the old poet. However, there are also people who deceive the world and steal their reputation. In order to become famous, some candidates asked gunmen to take him to write poems, and some immoral dignitaries even took the papers as their own, which is the so-called "poetry thief".

Ma Yun's behavior is, of course, a kind of poetry thief. However, at this moment, he was not ashamed but proud of himself, and he was coldly scolded as a "poet thief", of course he was unhappy. Li Ergou next to him looked at Ma Yun, and his eyes were asking: Do you want to take down this person.

Ma Yun shook his head slightly, he stood up directly and walked to the table. The "Brother Jiang" glanced at Ma Yun, he should eat and eat, drink and drink, but his friend stood up quite reservedly, and bowed to Ma Yun and said: "Brother Tai, my friend is drunk and gaffes, forgive me!" "Scolding the king of Chu as a "poetry thief", and being heard, you don't want to live anymore.

Ma Yun smiled slightly, sat down directly at the table, and said with a smile: "Brother Jiang, do you think this poem is not good?" ”

"Yes, of course." Brother Jiang said, "It's good to have a fart, and he didn't do it." ”

This Brother Jiang's friend looked at Brother Jiang again and again, and secretly kicked this Brother Jiang. But this Brother Jiang is not afraid. Ma Yun has a fire in his heart: This poem was indeed stolen by Lao Tzu, but Lao Tzu did not steal it from you people, you dogs are nosy with rats.

Ma Yun smiled reluctantly: "Then Brother Jiang, who do you think should make this poem?" ”

"Of course Feng Yansi can do it." Brother Jiang said as a matter of course.

"It's definitely not Feng Yansi's doing, this person's poetry is a style, Feng Yansi's poems are all euphemistic and pathetic, this poem is elegant, it is definitely not what Feng Yansi can do, here Feng Yansi is dead, where can he catch a knife?" Brother Jiang's friend said.

"Brother Xiao, it is said that there are a total of 12 poems by the King of Chu, each with different styles, how could this be what he did? I'm afraid he's looking for a lot of knife catchers. Brother Jiang said.

"Hehe, this is not quite right, in my opinion, but as far as the song 'Da Jiangdong goes', I am sure that no one in the world can write it except for the king himself, the Feng Yansi you are talking about, the best written is Qixia Mountain, he filled in the words, but the king's 'willow shore Xiaofeng waning moon' is a hundred times stronger than that first, this will definitely not be written by Feng Yansi."