[Chapter Word Count:3242 Last Updated:2015-04-0820:00:00.0]

As a cross talk actor in his previous life, Qin Baichuan's grasp of people's hearts is also quite sophisticated, people, they all like to be complimented, sometimes they know that the other party is a sycophant of Hongguoguo, and the parties can't help but flutter.

"Sister Lan has won the award, Baichuan is just a stinky storyteller, but he has no skills." Sister Lan's body was plump and full, and after Qin Baichuan looked her up and down, he licked his lips and pretended to be modest.

"Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky, white hair floating in green water, anthurium plucking clear waves." Sister Lan's red lips opened lightly, and she repeated Qin Baichuan's poem before she smiled: "Sir, this poem is easy to understand and beautiful, how can a person who can make such poems that will definitely be passed on to future generations have no skills?" Don't be too modest, sir. ”

That's the truth! Qin Baichuan laughed in his heart, this poem has indeed been passed down through the ages, but it is not written by Lao Tzu, it is just plagiarism!

Listening to Sister Lan hold the stinky storytelling high, Brother Chu was in a hurry, and was about to argue with Sister Lan, when the curtain of the box next to him was lifted, and a handsome man wearing a scarf walked out of it. This man looked arrogant and interjected: "Miss Yun, I don't think that's necessarily the case, right?" ”

"Su Muqing, Su Gongzi!" Qin Baichuan didn't have much impression of this little white face that suddenly appeared, but Brother Chu and the other three exclaimed in unison.

This Su Muqing Su Gongzi was born in a famous family, and his father Su Lao once worshipped the prime minister of the first dynasty as a teacher, and ranked among the three members of the imperial court! Later, the prime minister fell, and Su Lao also returned to his hometown and settled in this Jiangling territory. It is said that he studied literature at the age of three, wrote poetry at the age of seven, and became famous on both sides of Jiangling at the age of twelve or thirteen, which is a famous talent!

"Miss Yun, Xiao Ke really listened, this poem "Song of the Goose" was clearly written by Brother Chu, and it has nothing to do with the sensational Mr. Qin. You compliment him so much, doesn't it chill the heart of this talented man in Jiangling? Su Muqing's words were sharp, and with just one sentence, he pitted Sister Lan against the entire Jiangling talent.

"Thank you Brother Su for speaking up!" Although he also boasted of being a talent, Brother Chu knew the gap between himself and Su Muqing, and when he saw him speaking for himself, Brother Chu's excited voice trembled.

Sister Lan was unhappy in her heart today Su Muqing named her to be a tea companion and talked about it, but because of the identity of the other party, Sister Lan had to follow. When drinking tea, that Su Gongzi relied on his own talent, or verbal hints, or metaphors in the poem, it was clear that he wanted to ask for his own joy overnight, but Sister Lan couldn't cope with it, so she was in a hurry and ordered someone to invite Qin Baichuan to come up.

In fact, Sister Lan didn't expect Qin Baichuan to show anything, but she just felt that the storyteller was articulate and could at least help her cope with it. No matter how bad it was, she invited a low-status and tattered stinky storyteller to drink tea with Su Gongzi, who could be more restrained.

"What is Su Gongzi talking about, Yun Lan is just a woman, how dare she argue with Jiangling talents?" Sister Lan has a lot of charms, and she wiped out her relationship with the whole thing with just a few words: "I just heard Mr. Qin chant a good poem, so I couldn't help but praise it." As for whether this poem was written by Mr. Qin or stolen, that is the business of the talented people and Mr. Qin, but it has nothing to do with me. ”

"Huh?" Qin Baichuan raised his eyelids, your sister, I feel that this Sister Lan has a knife in her smile, and she wants to use herself as a gunman! The brows furrowed slightly, but in the corner of her eye, she saw that Sister Lan was full of shame, and she gave herself a pleading look, so she didn't attack on the spot.

What does this mean, Sister Lan? Asking for someone? Forced?

"It's a shame to say that I misunderstood Miss Yun." Su Muqing had a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, pointed at Qin Baichuan with a folding fan, and said angrily: "Stinky storyteller, can you hear what Miss Yun means?" Hmph, this Wangjiang Tower is beautiful and elegant, and the style of writing is outstanding, it is definitely not something like you who does not learn and has no skills, plagiarizes other people's poems, and tells some obscene stories with a stinky mouth! ”

Nima!

Qin Baichuan rushed to his head with a burst of fire, and he could also see that Su Muqing was pretending to be here just thinking about the law and wanting to increase his value and attract the attention and worship of Sister Lan or other maids! But you TM pickle girls and pretend to be forks, just pull Lao Tzu in for Mao?

"Master Su, since Mr. Qin is telling stories in this big bowl of Wangjiang Tower, he is my Yunlan person, you shout at him like this, but you don't take me seriously." Sister Lan's pretty face changed slightly, and she wanted to use the topic to play.

"Miss Yun, why did you say that? If such a drunkard, immorally corrupt person can go in and out of the second floor at will, won't it be a loss to your reputation if the news spreads? Su Muqing put on a posture of thinking about Sister Lan.

"Master Su, I said my book, you drink your tea, our well water does not interfere with the river water, why is my morality corrupted?" Without waiting for Sister Lan to speak, Qin Baichuan was the first to attack. The clay man still has three points of fire, not to mention him, who is already arrogant and crossing?

"Plagiarizing Brother Chu's poems, and still vibrating here, are your morals still noble?" Su Muqing said disdainfully.

"Mr. Qin, it's Yun Lan who is reckless and has wronged you." The purpose of letting Qin Baichuan come up and destroy the atmosphere has been achieved, and his poem is indeed suspected of plagiarism, and it seems that continuing to stay here can only be self-inflicted. Therefore, Sister Lan interjected: "We are all people from Wangjianglou, and I should share the honor and disgrace with you." Let's go, let's go downstairs to drink a big bowl of tea, and Yun Lan will ask Mr. for advice again. ”

"Yes, Brother Qin, let's go." A little maid behind him reminded with worry: "This Su Gongzi is well-informed, has a high literary talent, and has a good background, you can't compare to him!" ”

"Brother Qin, heroes don't suffer immediate losses! Don't worry, we're all your fans anyway! Another little maid added.

"Today's matter has nothing to do with you, I want to hear Su Gongzi's opinion." In this era, there is no Li Tang Shengshi, there is no Luo Bin Wang, this poem is his original Qin Baichuan is not afraid of being said to be plagiarized: "Su Gongzi said that I plagiarized other people's poems, then let me ask you, do you know Buddhism Zen Buddhism?" ”

"Hey, why are you doing this?" Sister Lan shook her head depressedly, a storyteller talked to the great talent, isn't this holding an egg and touching a stone?

"My son has dabbled in various classics since he was a child, and although Buddhism is full of absurd words, it is not without merit to remove its dross!" The stinky storyteller actually shouted at himself, Su Muqing sneered in his heart, and replied proudly.

"Even so, Su Gongzi must also know the story of the five ancestors of Zen Buddhism, right?" Qin Baichuan was not in a hurry, and said lightly: "Fifth Ancestor Hong wants to pass on the mantle to his disciples, and he will work hard for the disciples of the school, so he will let everyone do their own work. The chief disciple of the disciple, Zen Master Shenxiu, wrote that 'the body is a Bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror platform.' Always wipe diligently, don't stir up dust'. ”

Sister Lan and the maids present usually only know how to recite some poems and listen to the stories of storytellers, but they don't know anything about Buddhist classics. Especially Sister Lan, looking at Qin Baichuan suspiciously, she can tell the story of the Buddhist family, could this guy really have some ability?

Others didn't know why Qin Baichuan wanted to say such a paragraph, but Su Muqing's face changed slightly, as if he had guessed something.

"This poem was passed on to Master Hongren, who asked his disciples to recite it, so that they could avoid entering the six realms of reincarnation. A few days later, Master Huineng, who was illiterate in big characters, also heard this, and he imitated it: 'Bodhi is not a tree, and the mirror has no platform. There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust'. Qin Baichuan's face was mild: "The Fifth Ancestor Hongren Master was amazed, thinking that this is a clear insight and a straight Buddha!" You should know the end result, right? Master Huineng is the sixth ancestor of Zen Buddhism, but Shenxiu Zen Master is drowning in the rolling red dust! ”

"Having said that, there is a difference between my poem and Chu Dacaizi's poem by many words, which can be regarded as a reference, but it is not completely copied and plagiarized! If you think that modifying the poems of others is considered moral corruption and obscene villain, then where do you put Huineng Zen Master? Qin Baichuan quoted the scriptures and asked loudly.

Sister Lan and the maids suddenly looked excited, they thought that Qin Baichuan must have been made disgraced by Su Gongzi, but they didn't expect that the latter would be unable to refute this question!

"The storyteller is sharp-tongued, reversing right and wrong, and playing black and white, and my son has finally seen it." Su Gongzi gritted his teeth with hatred, but he didn't expect his dignified talent to suffer a secret loss under this guy's hands! Glancing at Qin Baichuan's tattered clothes, he seemed to have found a breakthrough again: "No matter what you say, the ancient sages have long said that everything is inferior, only reading is high!" In the future, my son will become an official in the court, and he will serve the country as a servant, so as to live up to what he has learned in his life! And you can only do nothing all your life, relying on the rewards of others to survive in the world. ”

"A good sentence is inferior, only if you read well, Su Gongzi can really take it out of context!" A sneer appeared at the corner of Qin Baichuan's mouth: "Although I have read little, I have also heard the teachings of Confucian sages: disciples are filial piety when they enter, and filial piety when they come out, and they are cautious and faithful, and they love everyone and are kind." If you have spare energy, you will learn the text. ”

"Brother Qin, what does this mean?" As early as when Qin Baichuan was telling the story of Buddhism and Zen Buddhism, there was a little maid behind him who recorded the two poems, and at this time, when he heard a sentence that he had never heard before, the little maid couldn't help but speak.

"Xiaohuan, don't interrupt!" Sister Lan's beautiful eyes were full of surprises, the so-called connoisseurs knew if there was one as soon as they made a move, Qin Baichuan could tell Buddhist stories while talking and laughing, and he could easily bring the Confucian classics at his fingertips, from these two points it is enough to prove that this guy has a furrow in his chest, and he is by no means an ordinary person.

The little maid's face was full of grievances when she was reprimanded, Sister Lan couldn't bear it, and explained in a low voice: "What Mr. Qin said is the Confucian principle of life, first of all, you must be filial to your parents, you must love your brothers and sisters, and secondly, you must be cautious, be true to your word, be close to virtuous people, and finally if you have the strength to spare, go to study again." The so-called: to be a man, to do things, to do knowledge. ”

"Ah, I see!" Xiaohuan is also extremely smart, and he understood in an instant: "Sister Lan, doesn't Brother Qin mean to sarcasm that Su Gongzi didn't even do a good job, and he still said 'high reading'?" ”

Sister Lan glanced at Xiaohuan: "Be quiet, don't be heard!" ”

"Uh-huh!" Xiaohuan nodded hurriedly, and then said uncontrollably: "Brother Qin is so powerful!" No matter how difficult Su Gongzi is, he can calmly resolve it! Hehe, is he the reincarnation of the Condor Hero? ”