Li Bu was not angry at Ren Gongzi's provocation, and stopped the little brothers who were about to scold and slowly went to the center of the square and asked, "That is Ren Gongzi, right?" You say I'm a copyist, but I don't know what I copied? Do you have proof? ”

At this time, the soldiers who were about to disperse immediately stopped. Recently, there was a person in the capital who claimed to have written this poem and "Ode to Red Plums", but the poem is not anonymous or lost, and it is not easy to draw conclusions without circumstantial evidence. This has become a public case in the literary world, and since some people question Li Buqi in person, this excitement cannot but be watched.

Ren Gongzi saw that everyone mentioned it, and raised his voice: "When you said that 'each has been leading the way for hundreds of years' was written by you, I wondered how a martial artist could make such a literary poem." Sure enough, a few days ago, I saw a man who said that the poem was written by him. This person has also been reading for decades, and the poems he has written are enough to compile a collection, and it is still more convincing to say that the poems were written by him. ”

Speaking of this, Ren Gongzi stopped and waited triumphantly for Li Buqi to have a seizure, but saw the corner of Li Buqi's mouth sneering: "You said 'each has been leading the way for hundreds of years'?" The man said that he wrote the poem, so let him say it. I wish he could write more wonderful poems. ”

After speaking, Li Buqi turned around and was about to leave. At this time, not only Ren Gongzi was dumbfounded, stretching his neck and waiting to see the lively soldiers, but also almost collapsed. According to their ideas, Li Buqi should defend himself, and he should be angry, but why does he look calm? I don't understand.

Li Buqi walked seven or eight steps, and Ren Gongzi coughed unwillingly: "It's just that he himself said that the poem was written by him, and he may not have counted, but I happened to see him today, so I called him over, you guys confronted him face to face, and now this public case is fine." ”

Li Buqi had already learned from Yang Shilang, who had already infiltrated Kaifeng Mansion as a messenger, that someone said in the market that those poems were copied from him, and Yang Shilang even sent someone to follow the person and saw that he had a close relationship with Ren Gongzi, so Li Buqi guessed that it might be Ren Gongzi's hands and feet. Since Ren Gongzi wanted to see him laugh, he didn't give Ren Gongzi a chance to see jokes at all.

He turned around unhurriedly and nodded casually: "Since this is the case, there is Brother Lao Ren." ”

Ren Gongzi held his breath in his heart and felt uncomfortable, so he had to shout behind him: "Brother Zhan! The main master is here, and you still haven't come out? ”

Everyone looked behind him, only to see a white-haired old man dressed in Xiucai clothes coming out of the crowd: "Zhan Lin is here." Thank you Ren Gongzi for giving the old man a chance to seek justice. ”

The man surnamed Zhan walked a few steps quickly to Ren Gongzi's side, pointed at Li Buqi and said, "Li Buqi!" The old man thinks you are a righteous gentleman, so he showed you the most proud poems, how can you use my poems to deceive other girls......"

Li Buqi immediately interrupted him: "You said you can write poetry?" ”

The surnamed Zhan was stunned, this rhythm seems to be a bit unexpected, didn't Ren Gongzi estimate that Li Buqi would definitely say that he didn't know him first? But Li Buqi's question could not be answered, so he had to say: "Naturally, I can write poetry!" ”

Li Buqi immediately said: "Then read out all the poems you are most proud of, and let everyone judge whether you can write poems like 'each leading the way for hundreds of years'!" ”

Ren Gongzi sneered in his heart: Although this surnamed Zhan has an average level in poetry, he can't stand several people who have put together more than a dozen poems for him.

Sure enough, Xiucai, surnamed Zhan, also sneered and said, "Then listen well!" Then he read out the "poems he composed" one by one, and read more than ten poems in total before stopping. Every time the surnamed Zhan recited a song, Ren Gongzi took the lead in applauding loudly, but he heard Li Buqi laugh and said, "That's all? Without? ”

"These are the things that the old man is most proud of, and the others are not elegant, so don't mention them."

Li didn't give up but didn't give up, but asked again: "Let's recite them all!" lest someone else have a good poem in the future, and you say that you wrote it. ”

The surnamed Zhan pretended to be angry: "That poem was originally written by me, you can't spew blood!" ”

Li Buqi stared at him with a smile on his face and said, "That's all you are most proud of?" Really didn't miss a song or two? ”

The surnamed Zhan was stared at very uncomfortably by Li Buqi, so he had to hide his anger: "I know the poems I wrote myself, how could I miss them?" ”

Li Buqi smiled, shook the folding fan in his hand very gracefully, slapped it twice in front of the surnamed Zhan, and said, "Then this poem was not written by you?" ”

Then Li Buqi turned to Ren Gongzi again: "Then bother Brother Ren to find out who wrote this poem!" ”

Ren Gongzi and the surnamed Zhan stared at the fan and saw that there were four lines of poetry written on it. Before they could see clearly, a noble disciple jumped out from behind Li Buqi and snatched a fan to read the verses on it: "Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks." Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is blowing! Good poetry! ”

The sons and daughters of Xun Gui immediately applauded, and the scholars present all looked at Ren Gongzi and Xiucai, who were surnamed Zhan, who were stunned in the local area. One of the two of them was pale, and the other was pale, which was enough for fifteen people to watch for half a month.

Li Buqi didn't say much, just hugged his fist at Ren Gongzi: "Can you hear this poem clearly?" Then thank Brother Ren for always remembering. Please also ask Brother Ren to find out the author of this poem as soon as possible, and don't forget to inform me when the time comes. There's still something to do, so let's go first. ”

After speaking, he waved his hand and shouted, "Let's go!" The Xungui disciples surrounded Li Buqi and separated from the crowd and laughed, leaving only Ren Gongzi who gritted his teeth and Zhan Xiu, who was stunned, to be ridiculed by the scholars.

Ren Gongzi hates this. According to the literati's thoughts, he thought that Li Buqi knew that he had been labeled a copyist, and he couldn't come forward to defend himself, so he must have posted other poems he wrote to prove his innocence, so that he could see what level Li Buqi's poems were. If Li Buqi's level is really high, then it is enough to secretly disgust Li Buqi; If Li Buqi can't get into the eyes of other poems except for those two, then it will be useless to post them, but it will strengthen the reputation of the copyist.

But Li Buqi's reaction was really a bit strange, and he didn't react at all. Ren Gongzi was puzzled, and could only think that Li Buqi just got two poems by accident, and it was not ruled out that they were copied, and he didn't have the strength to write more good poems at all, so he was relieved and boldly hired a Xiucai to pretend to be a poet, and formulated a lot of countermeasures in order to confront Li Buqi face to face.

But today, no countermeasures were used, and people just took out another poem, but the artistic conception of this poem is very suitable for the current situation of Li Buqi. With this poem, who would dare to question Li Buqi's strength in not writing the previous two poems?

Seeing the scholars pointing at this side, Ren Gongzi's face was hot, as if he had beaten the board. But who can blame this?