Cen Xiyan sighed secretly, still coming! How is this endless!

The poem "Yong Needle", which seems vulgar, is actually a very famous poem, which evolved from a masterpiece by Wen Yingjiang, a famous scholar in the late Qing Dynasty.

Wen Yingjiang is a person with flying literary talents, but the style of poetry is simple and easy to understand, humorous and witty, but full of irony! To put it bluntly, it's an angry youth in the Republic of China era!

When Mo Manlu came up with the question of "needle" to embarrass her, Cen Xiyan instantly thought of Wen Yingjiang's masterpiece, but she did not copy the original poem, but used a puzzle that evolved from "Yong Needle" that circulated on the Internet, so the first two sentences are different from Wen Yingjiang's masterpiece, but the overall meaning is basically the same.

Poetry is different from songs, songs are for everyone to sing, and share the auditory enjoyment with the world, but the poems can be stolen, Cen Xiyan feels a little inauthentic, she is unwilling to directly take other people's works with her own signature, so she used the online version of Yongzhen, but there is no signature.

But now, you want her to write poetry?! This rhythm that forced her to plagiarize!

Cen Xiyan was very helpless in her heart, but now in this situation, she couldn't help her hypocrisy, she looked at Mo Junxuan, and asked lightly: "What does Lord Shuo mean, is it that if I write another poem, I can pass the test, and I will no longer be entangled in letting me compose poems?" ”

Pester? It's normal to compose poems at poetry meetings, but in her opinion, it's actually entanglement?

Mo Junxuan raised his eyebrows, but finally nodded and said, "Yes, the last one, I think, is not embarrassing Miss Cen Liu, right?" ”

Mo Manlu had the heart to open his mouth and give Cen Xiyan another problem, but he was stopped by Mo Junxuan's stern eyes, not only that, but even Mo Junhan, who had always favored her, cast a disapproving glance at her, and Mo Xianyun glanced at her with a cold gaze!

Mo Manlu was unwilling and aggrieved in his heart, but in the end he still endured it and didn't dare to open his mouth to make things difficult for Cen Xiyan again.

"Okay." Cen Xiyan nodded, agreed, and then picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, frowned and pondered for a moment, and brushed and wrote on the rice paper!

Seeing that Cen Xiyan had only been pondering for so long, he put pen to paper, everyone was a little surprised, and some people wondered if Cen Xiyan had prepared for a long time, and he deliberately didn't show off until the end today.

Of course, this kind of speculation can only be thought about in my heart, with Cen Xiyan's sharp satirical poems and Mo Xianyun's obvious maintenance, no one dares to raise objections.

Soon, Cen Xiyan stopped writing, picked up the rice paper, and gently blew the ink that had not dried on it.

At this time, Mo Xianyun stretched out his hand to Cen Xiyan again, and a clear and pleasant voice sounded in the room, "Bring it." ”

Cen Xiyan understood in his heart that Mo Xianyun, a man, was an exclusive man, and he had to be the first to appreciate her poems!

I thought he was childish and funny, but she obediently walked over and handed him the rice paper.

Mo Xianyun was very satisfied with Cen Xiyan's obedient attitude, and curled the corners of his lips at Cen Xiyan again, and smiled.

Cen Xiyan was not surprised to hear a low inhalation sound in the room!

She couldn't help but roll her eyes secretly, slandering in her heart, this demon!

Cen Xiyan returned to his seat, Mo Xianyun leisurely admired the rice paper in his hand, and when he saw the poems written by Cen Xiyan this time, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, his eyes widened, and his face showed amazement!

Everyone paid attention to the change in Mo Xianyun's expression, and now seeing him with such a look, they were all curious about what Cen Xiyan wrote, but at the same time, they were a little apprehensive in their hearts, afraid that she would write something embarrassing.

Mo Xianyun looked at the rice paper for a long time before handing it to Mo Junxuan on the table next to him.

Mo Junxuan couldn't wait to take it, and when he looked down, it was still a beautiful book, flowing and pleasing to the eye!

When he saw the specific content on the rice paper, he couldn't help but show a look of amazement, and then he was frustrated and forceful, and he read it out with some excitement!

"The foolish woman will buy the minister, and Yu will also resign from his home and go north to Beijing. Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person! After reciting the poem, he couldn't help but slap the table excitedly and praised: "Good! What a person who looked up to the sky and laughed and went out, how can my generation be a Penghao person! ”

Everyone listened to Mo Junxuan's thoughts and praises, and there was a moment of silence in the room, almost silent! But soon, there was a low chanting voice, and some people who were good at poetry involuntarily read these four lines of poetry repeatedly, and after chewing, they were all stirred in their hearts, surprised, and even worse, they were already crazy!

Seeing everyone like this, Cen Xiyan couldn't help but sigh secretly, the poems of the poet immortal Li Bai really had different reactions!

In fact, she didn't write the whole poem "Nanling Farewell Children into Beijing", only borrowed the last four sentences, because the poetry of the front, and her identity as a girl, and the occasion like now, does not match, so she only took the last four classics, and changed three words, "West into Qin" changed to "North into Beijing", because "West into Qin" refers to Chang'an in another time and space history, and "North into Beijing" can coincide with her return to Beijing from Qingyuan Town.

As for the allusion of "Huiji Foolish Woman Light Maichen", there is no need to change it, because the protagonist of the allusion, Zhu Maichen, is a native of the Western Han Dynasty, and now this time and space history has been traveled from the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and the previous history is still overlapping with the original history.

Mo Junxuan took the rice paper and was reluctant to let go, and in the end, Mo Junhan couldn't help it, and snatched it directly from him, and had a chance to appreciate it.

In the end, Mo Xianyun opened his mouth again and urged to "pass it on", so that the others could watch and study it carefully.

However, the slower circulation is only in the circle of men, and there are few people who are crazy about this poem.

Because this poem is too arrogant and domineering, when a man reads this poem, he will feel his heart stirred and happy! But the exquisite and gorgeous poems of those noble ladies are too petty, or they can't be put on the stage!

Now many noble ladies are very uncomfortable in their hearts! They suddenly had a realization in their hearts, it turned out that it was not that Cen Xiyan was not good at poetry, but that she didn't care about those things at all!

She and them, their thoughts are not at the same level at all!

This kind of recognition makes many noble women feel extremely uncomfortable, unwilling, but frustrated.

In fact, not only the noble girls, but also those noble sons, after admiring them, they also felt ashamed and sighed to themselves!

Cen Xihan clenched his hands into fists, and because he was too hard, his nails finally got into the flesh! She wants Cen Xiyan to make a fool of herself! But how could this be! She made such a big splash! How could she have such a literary style?! How is this possible!! ――

PS: Emma! Today is the day when Concubine Ao has received the most red envelopes since she opened the book, and I was shocked! Dear, you guys are so powerful! Thank you!

Happy New Year to all!!