The name of the person who jumped out was Zheng Liang. The Zheng family is also a famous family in Luoyang, and it is said to be a branch of the Zheng family in the capital.

Zheng Liang, as the second son of the Zheng family, is also one of the most competitive candidates among Bo Ruilan's suitors.

Zheng Liang's civil and martial arts and appearance are all the best choices. It's just that this person is too scheming. For Bo Ruilan, it is a more difficult character to control. Therefore, in the ranking of candidates, it is not as wide as words.

This time, Zheng Liang suddenly jumped out, and Bo Ruilan, who was familiar with his character, was shocked, feeling that things were a little unusual. The sweet expression also dropped a few levels of sweetness in an instant.

Yan Kuan squinted at Zheng Liang triumphantly. In the past few days, he has been warmly sought after by everyone, and Yan Kuan has been a little over-inflated. Especially now that he has become Bo Ruilan's real boyfriend, Yan Kuan feels very tough.

Zheng Liang stood up, but he didn't have an angry look, but first gave a deep salute to the two people very politely:

"Yan Gongzi, congratulations, you made a wonderful poem and won the hearts of beauties. ”

Yan Kuan was not polite, and returned the half-salute with a little reserve:

"Where, where, it's just an occasional flash of inspiration, clumsy. Brother Zheng is intellectually and elegant, and he will naturally be favored by beauties in the future. Ha ha. ”

Zheng Liang shook his head and said: "If such a poem is still 'clumsy', there will be no good poetry in this world." ”

As he spoke, he shook his head and recited the poems of Xiaolou listening to the wind and rain all night, and sighed:

"It's a masterpiece. Meaningful and timeless on the finish. The younger brother is only a shallow learner, and he doesn't understand what is written in this poem. I was about to ask Brother Yan for advice, and I hope that Brother Yan will give me advice. ”

Yan Kuan chuckled in his heart.

In the past, when Xian Yu bought poems, he had to explain the meanings, allusions, and metaphors in the poems in detail. Only by speaking broadly can you be free in front of people.

This poem was in a hurry, and I didn't have time to elaborate on it. And after that night, Yan Kuan was fascinated by the feeling of being famous in Luoyang, where could he calm down and listen to people comment on the true meaning of the poems written by 'himself'.

Yan Kuan was a little apprehensive in his heart, but at this time, he was already catching ducks on the shelves, and he had to go on the shelf. So the wind said lightly:

"Don't dare, don't dare, Brother Zheng advises. ”

Zheng Liang said: "'Xiaolou listens to the wind and rain overnight' is no longer a question, the feelings, scenes, people, and things are natural. The younger brother was a little puzzled by the sentence 'fine milk play tea in the sunny window', and asked Brother Yan for guidance. ”

Yan Kuan was a little dumbfounded, and Zhiwu said: "'Clear window fine milk drama tea', this sentence...... It means like this, and the sunny window is

The window of the Qingyue Building. ”

"The drama is divided into tea, this drama is just joking. That is to say, Dr. Tea is very humorous, joking and helping me share tea with Miss Bo. ”

"As for the fine breasts, the fine breasts...... Fine breasts mean that Dr. Tea is a young girl, and her chest is not fully developed, which is really far worse than Miss Bo. ”

Speaking in a hurry, he was able to justify himself, and he couldn't help but be proud, and raised his chin to the sky:

"How's that?

looked down, but saw that Bo Ruilan's face was pale, but Zheng Liang had a strange expression on his face.

Among a group of students, some guys who didn't learn and didn't know how to learn didn't notice the strange atmosphere, and they still applauded loudly on the side:

"It's really funny. In this sentence, the female tea doctor of Qingyue Building is vividly described. It's really a good poem. ”

"It turns out that that little beauty is actually an airport, it's really wonderful!"

"Another day, I must go and see it. ”

A few top students looked puzzled. A gray-clad student muttered:

"No, doesn't this fine milk mean the little white foam on the water surface when making tea? Am I misleading?"

"If according to Brother Yan's explanation, although such a sentence is playful, it is very abrupt, and it does not match the sentences before and after the poem, and the artistic conception?"

Yan Kuan was shocked, knowing that he had misunderstood the poetry. But at this time, I can only smile and hold on.

At this time, Zheng Liang smiled: "Thank you Brother Yan for solving your doubts! I still have something unclear about, and I want to ask Brother Yan for advice." ”

Yan Kuan smiled stiffly: "Brother Zheng, but it's okay to talk about it." ”

Zheng Liang said with a smile: "Brother Yan, do you know? In this battle of Trapped Tiger Mountain, our Great Chu Kingdom produced a young genius named Gu Wen. ”

Yan Kuan nodded and said, "I heard a little." ”

Zheng Liang said again: "Don't talk about all the talents and merits, there is only one thing, his poetry and songs are unique in the world, and they actually lead to 'Luoyang paper is expensive'." Brother Yan, I don't know if you've heard of it?"

Yan Kuan pretended to be heroic and said: "I probably know this matter, Gu Wencai is not under me, if there is a chance to meet, I need to ask for advice." ”

The audience next to him, who didn't know the truth, shouted "Okay!"

Zheng Liang said with a smile: "Brother Yan is really magnificent. I also heard that the Beijing Guards specially hosted an auction for the first right to release Gu Wen's works. Buyers can have exclusive access to Gu Wen's work for three days, and then they need to announce it to the public. ”

Yan Kuan pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Isn't there something wrong with Brother Zheng? Why do you always tell me how Gu Wen is? Naturally, I am not as good as the winner of the Imperial Medal of Honor. Are you satisfied?"

Some people in the audience who don't know the truth next to them are also dissatisfied:

"Is this Zheng Liang jealous of Yan Gongzi's fame in Luoyang and won the favor of thin beauties, and deliberately used Gu Wen to suppress Yan Gongzi? ”

Zheng Liang suddenly stepped onto the podium, took out a letter from his arms, and said loudly:

"Everyone, I have a copy of Gu Wen's poem from the main sect of the capital, which was auctioned three days ago and only made public today. The strange thing is that this poem actually spread in Luoyang City two days in advance. ”

"This poem is—" Zheng Liang said as he opened the letter and read it aloud:

"The taste of the world is as thin as a veil for many years, who makes the horseback rider Jinghua.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys.

The dwarf paper is oblique and idle, and the fine milk plays tea in the sunny window.

Plain clothes don't sigh in the dust, and they can go home as if they were Qingming. ”

After reading it, Zheng Liang stared at Yan Kuan, who was colorless, and laughed:

"I don't know Gongzi Yan, have you ever heard of this masterpiece?"

The students at the bottom blew up their nests:

"How is it possible? How can Gu Wen's poem be exactly the same as that of Yan Gongzi? Could it be that Gu Wen copied it?"

"Impossible, Gu Wen's poem was auctioned three days ago. Yan Kuan was only 'made' the day before yesterday. In chronological order, to copy is also to copy the words and materials. ”

"Could it be that Yan Kuan entrusted someone to spend money to buy Gu Wen's poems, pretending to write them himself, and used them to deceive Miss Bo?"

"It's very likely that Yan Kuan is actually a hypocrite. It's a shameless thing to do. ”

Yan Kuan's forehead was sweating, and his head was full of mush, it was obviously a poem that Feng Yu bought from the Bowen Guild, how could it suddenly become Gu Wen's work. At this time, Yan Kuan could only smile and say:

"Such a coincidence? How could the poem I made on the spot that day be the same as Gu Wen? Could it be that Brother Zheng took it by mistake? Or was the person who published the poem a prank and deceived people?"

Zheng Liang sneered: "Gu Wen's poems are sent to various cities every day, and those who are interested may wish to check them out." ”

"As for the heavy money to photograph Gu Wen's poems and announce them, it is the prince of the dynasty, the old prince Xu of Huaixi. How can Brother Yan question the character of Old Prince Xu?"

Immediately someone rushed out to find an official newspaper, ran back with a shout, panting and shouting:

"Yes, yes, Gu Wen wrote three days ago 'Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight'. ”

The gray-clothed scholar sighed: "No wonder Yan Kuan doesn't even know the meaning of the words in the poem, plagiarism, it's really Sven scum!"

"Hypocrite!"

"It's despicable!"

"In vain, I still regard the surname Yan as an idol. ”

"I still regard the surname Yan as a dream lover, it's disgusting, I want to vomit if I can't ......"

“...... Big girl, you're really pregnant. It can't be that Yan Kuan conceived you in a dream, right? Yan Kuan is not the Emperor of the Ancient Dynasty, and you are not the Zou Tu clan who became pregnant in a dream of the sun. ”

At this time, Bo Ruilan's body suddenly weakened, as if she was about to faint, and Yu Nu'er hurriedly supported her. Bo Ruilan said to Yan Kuan with tears:

"Young Master Yan, Ruilan thought you were a gentleman, a great talent, and regarded you as a confidant. I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. My handkerchief, please give it back to me. ”

The words were as wide as a lightning strike, standing in place, not moving.

Bo Ruilan's flower messenger rushed up, searched out Bo Ruilan's handkerchief from Yan Kuan's arms, and even searched out two women's bras.

A flower messenger smacked: "Shameless scum!" flatteringly presented the handkerchief to Bo Ruilan with both hands.

Bo Ruilan gently pinched the handkerchief with two fingers, and suddenly her body burst out, and an ice-blue lotus flower phantom loomed behind her.

Gang Qi passed through his fingers, and the silk handkerchief was suddenly covered with a layer of light blue ice chips.

With a shake of his hand, the silk handkerchief split into a pile of ice particles, which fell down and fell to the ground one after another.

Bo Ruilan sighed: "I don't know anyone, I don't know anyone, Ruilan is shameless here, so I will leave first." ”

Saying that, with the support of Yu Nu'er, he left in broken steps, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.