The bearded old man said unhappily, "Girl, you must have evidence when you speak." We run a poetry club in a proper manner, and we are serious about the ring. How to deceive? Since the girl said that we have little knowledge, let's take out the evidence. ”

Gu Huizhu sneered: "This is the "Medicine Name Body" written by Kong Pingzhong, a member of the household department during the Song Huizong, just because he is not as famous as the Tang and Song Eight families, so it is not widely circulated. If it is plagiarized from the poems of the ancients, then I will also write another poem of Xin Qiji's "Man Tingfang, Silent Night Thoughts", how about it? There are more than 20 kinds of herb names in it. ”

"This 。。。。。" The bearded old man listened to Gu Huizhu's words in a clear and straightforward manner, and he couldn't help but go over the poems he knew in his mind again. No wonder he felt that the old master's poem was a little familiar at the beginning, and it turned out that he had copied it. But what to do now, he had already announced the victory, so he looked back at the other old men as if asking for help.

The other scholars looked at him complainingly and gave him a gesture to hurry back.

After the audience, who originally didn't like Gu Huizhu well, heard their conversation, they all helped Gu Huizhu at this time, shouting: "It's not fair, it's not fair." Plagiarism is shameful. ”

"Yes, people wrote their own poems, and he copied them."

"If it's copying, who wouldn't."

"This little girl won, although the meaning of the poem is not far-reaching enough, but in such a short time, it is also a skill to be able to write, at least it is better than copying."

When the old master heard everyone's discussions, he felt that his face was dull and he was very angry, and scolded: "Don't make any noise, don't make any noise, what does it have to do with you." After speaking, he turned back to Gu Huizhu and said, "Girl, you don't fan the flames here." People have already said that I won, you don't read much, you only know nonsense. Tell you, if you lose, you must also lose with grace. Shut up and go home and embroider. ”

At this time, the bearded old man had already run to the other old men, listening to others complain to him: "What's the matter with you? The results were announced without consulting us, and the poem was obviously copied, don't tell me you didn't see it. ”

The bearded old man said a little wrongedly: "I saw that the little girl was young and didn't seem to know poetry, so I didn't think carefully about it and said the result." I also just remembered this poem, which is indeed "The Name of Medicine" written by Kong Pingzhong. But my results have already been announced, what should I do? ”

"What else can I do, of course, change the result, how can I win."

"No." The bearded old man hurriedly said, "I know that this may not be kind, but if it is finally determined that the old master is indeed plagiarism, wouldn't it prove that our poetry club has wasted its reputation, and we don't even know a poem by our predecessors." This is a matter of the face of our poetry club, and we must not let that little girl win. ”

"This 。。。。。" The crowd hesitated.

One of them said, "You don't want to lose your face." From beginning to end, you targeted other people's little girls, who said that you can't write poems at a young age, look at what you do. ”

The bearded old man snorted coldly: "Isn't my face now implicated with the Poetry Society?" When did I target that little girl, it is a fact that she is young, and it is not that I wronged her. ”

"But the truth is that people can write poetry, and they don't do it badly."

"Alright, don't make any noise." One of the older men scolded.

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." ”