The bearded old man doesn't care about the other old men, he can't let others change this result, otherwise he will have face. He immediately ran to Gu Huizhu and explained eloquently: "Girl, this poem is not copied, have you read the original text, there are a few words missing." ”

When the audience heard this, they suddenly fell silent. It seems that the result has not yet come out, so let's not stand in line for now, so as not to be slapped in the face.

The other members of the poetry society did not expect it, and before they could discuss a result, the bearded old man had already begun to argue in a hurry, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Gu Huizhu was not in a hurry, and after everyone had calmed down, he asked slowly: "Old man, dare to ask if you know the original poem?" ”

"Of course." The bearded old man looked as he should.

"Huh? Do you still have an 'original poem' of your own poems? Gu Huizhu pretended to be surprised.

At this time, the bearded old man knew that he was placed by Gu Huizhu, and suddenly his face seemed to be congested, he couldn't help but gasp for breath, and his beard was blown like a small kite, floating and sinking. scolded in my heart, this dead girl, she dared to set me up.

Other members of the Poetry Society have hidden their faces, it is really eight lifetimes of face loss, this old man is the cancer of the Poetry Society, after the competition in the ring, he must be thrown out of the Poetry Society immediately, so as not to harm others and affect the reputation of the Poetry Society.

The old master saw that the wind was gradually wrong, so he hurriedly spoke: "Girl, don't confuse people's hearts. ”

Gu Huizhu smiled slightly, her moist eyes reflected thousands of stars. was obviously harmless, but the old master was chilled by her laughter.

Gu Huizhu said unhurriedly: "I originally wanted to save you some face, since you have repeatedly slandered me, then don't blame me for telling the original poem." After speaking, Gu Huizhu said to everyone in the audience:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the original poem of "Medicine Name Body" written by Kong Pingzhong, a member of the household department of Song Huizong, is like this,

Contemptible often in the mountains and wilderness, especially in the licorice house.

The hook curtain is cloudy and cypress, and the barrier sits against the wind.

The guest land is cloudy, and the flowing spring frame is wooden.

The line of angelica is cloudy, and it has forced pulsatilla.

This place is the country of Longshu, and the blood of the yellow beast is remaining.

The wood is fragrant and wild oranges, and the stone milk is the most suitable for fish.

Guva pine and fir are cold, and hemp and wheat are sparse on dry days.

The inscription poem is not Du Ruo, and it is difficult to write greasy powder.

This is only a few words different from the poem that the old master just wrote. Isn't it plagiarism? ”

If the impact of Gu Huizhu's words just now on the masses is like cold water entering a high-temperature oil pot, then the explosive power of reading the original poem now is definitely like throwing a bomb in the crowd.

"Dizzy, what is this? It's a complete plagiarism. ”

"Is it okay to change two words like that? When we're idiots? ”

"It's not fair, the poetry club is obviously releasing water."

Gu Huizhu retracted his eyes, looked at the old master calmly, and said, "If I really lose, I will naturally have grace." But that's not the case today. Can I use what the old master just said to persuade you to be willing to gamble if you lose? ”

The bearded old man was also ridiculed so red-faced, he saw that Gu Huizhu was young and looked ignorant of the world, and he had already stored in his heart that she was not as good as this experienced and knowledgeable old master, and then saw that the old master's poems were written in depth, so he announced the results without thinking, but he never expected that the old master would plagiarize.

The other members of the poetry club saw that things had come to this point, and they knew very well that it would be too embarrassing to think that a bunch of poetry club members who talked about poetry and Taoism every day did not know as much as a little girl, but the little girl has now left no room for words, and if she doesn't change the result, I'm afraid it will be even more embarrassing. So they are ready to admit their mistakes with the attitude of correcting them when they know them.