"Spring snow - New Year is not blooming, and the grass sprouts are seen in early February. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The snow is too late in spring, so it wears the garden trees as flying flowers. ”

"Moonlit night - the deeper moonlight is half a house, and the north dipper is dry and the south dipper is oblique. Tonight, I know that the spring is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green curtain. ”

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Later generations say that the poet immortal Li Bai once fought wine poems hundreds, as for the truth or falsehood, no one can verify it, in fact, think about it, this kind of legend is too false, even if Li Bai's literary talent is high, at most when he is half drunk and half drunk, he has made a few good poems.

And today Duan Jian let everyone next to the Qujiang Pond see what is called a hundred poems about fighting wine, after drinking half a pot of wine, Duan Jian may be really drunk, originally just wanted to write two good poems to hit Song Zhixing, but he didn't expect that this pen, he couldn't stand it, and in a flash, seven or eight poems appeared on the snow-white Shu paper.

Everyone who saw this scene opened their mouths and was surprised, even many of them thought that they were usually brilliant in writing, and their eyes showed a bit of reverence for Duan Jian, and the scribe who was robbed of pen and ink by Duan Jian, the original dissatisfaction had long since disappeared, replaced by a face full of worship, and even when reciting Duan Jian's poems, his voice was a little trembling, but no one cared about this at this time.

"Come on, Brother Song, just now you said that the "Early Spring" of a certain is plagiarized, you take a look at these poems of a certain person, I don't know what you think, do you think that these poems of a certain are also plagiarized, if so, even if you open your mouth, there are countless literati here, maybe there is really such a person who has seen these poems."

Carrying a wine jug in one hand and holding seven or eight pieces of Shu paper full of poems in the other, Duan Jian walked in front of Song Zhixing, stuffed those poems into his hands, and said with a smile.

Looking at Duan Jian, who seemed to be a little drunk standing in front of him, Song Zhixing was really frightened, originally thought that Duan Jian was a kid who looked like a hillbilly, so he wanted to show his reputation and the reputation of the Song family by hitting Duan Jian, but he didn't expect that he would actually kick on the iron plate this time, if Duan Jian made a poem just now, he would still be able to frame Duan Jian that the poem was plagiarized, but now he didn't dare to say this sentence to death.

From the surrounding crowd with fiery expressions, looking at Duan Jian is like looking at a super idol, you know that if he really says those flowers, I am afraid that he will be eaten alive by these people, but if you admit that these poems are Duan Jian's own works, then you must admit that your Song family's skills are not as good as others, and when the time comes, the reputation of the Song family will be ruined, and his eldest brother may be able to beat him to death.

Song Zhixing was stunned, but the people around him became noisy, at this time, no one suspected that Duan Jian's poems were plagiarized, since they knew that these poems were made by Duan Jian, how could they let go of the opportunity to contact Duan Jian, a brilliant scholar, the ordinary people around were a little better, at least they kept some distance from Duan Jian because of respect, and those talented scribes who thought they were from famous families came forward one after another and talked with Duan Jian.

"This is Lang Jun, a certain is Yangzhou Zhang Ruoxu, since he was a child, he likes to chant poems as a right, and he is also conceited that he has some literary talents, but when I see Lang Jun today, I know what is a poet and a saint, I want to wait for a good poem made by ordinary people in the past, I have to chant for a few days, and I have to feel it, but Lang Jun is like eating and drinking, and he wrote these works in a short time. The first to speak was the scribe standing beside Duan Jian, who was first robbed of pen and ink by Duan Jian, and then automatically became a trumpet, Duan Jian still had a good impression of him.

"It turned out to be Zhang Langjun, Duan Jian in Xiamengzhou, I have seen Zhang Langjun, just now on a whim, I was offended, and I ask Zhang Langjun to forgive me, but today I am in the world, I can't talk carefully with Zhang Langjun and all Langjun, and I ask Zhang Langjun and all Langjun to forgive me." Duan Jian politely said to Zhang Ruoxu and the scribes who came to greet him.

"Ah, you...... You...... You are Duan Jian, Duan Langjun, the county Cheng of Chang'an County who solved the Huazhou murder case, the Wang family pharmacy case, and made "Out of the Stopper" and pioneered printing, Duan Jian Duan Langjun. "The shadow of the person, the name of the tree, people from other places may not be very clear about Duan Jian's reputation, but for the people of Chang'an City, Duan Jian is the person with the highest exposure rate in Chang'an City in the past six months, even ordinary young men know several major things that Duan Jian has done, so after Duan Jian just said his name, the people in Chang'an City immediately reacted.

After understanding that Lang Jun, who seemed to be a poet descending to earth, and made several masterpieces in a row, was actually Duan Jian who he was talking about all day long, and in an instant, the people around him were completely boiling, and everyone was rushing to crowd over, wanting to see what the famous Duan Jian looked like.

Seeing the enthusiastic, excited and surging crowd, Wang Wanjun, who had never seen such a scene, was so frightened that he hid behind Duan Jian, fortunately, Duan Jian still had a way to deal with this kind of scene.

"Everyone, fellow villagers, thank you for your love for Duan, but today there are still important things to deal with, and I can only live up to the kindness of your fellow villagers, here, I apologize to you." After bowing respectfully to everyone, Duan Jian strode to Song Zhixing, who wanted to take advantage of the chaotic scene just now, and was about to slip away, grabbed his arm, and said sharply.

"Brother Song, don't be in a hurry to leave, don't forget, the competition between you and me is not over yet, you haven't said just now, whether my poems are plagiarized or not."

At this time, no one around spoke, although there were nearly a hundred onlookers, but no one made a noise, and even his breathing even deliberately slowed down, for fear of disturbing Duan Jian, who was stared at by nearly a hundred people, even if Song Zhixing was bold, he was a little timid, and stammered, "Duan.... Duan Langjun..... Laughing, how could your poems be plagiarized, it was a slip of the tongue at some point just now, and I ask Duan Langjun to forgive me, forgive me, and ask Duan Langjun to look at the face of my brother, spare a certain time, a certain guarantee, as long as Duan Langjun is in the place in the future, a certain must be far away, you see how it is. ”

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