The autumn day hangs high, and the wind is slow.

The Lotus Garden Cultural Club was quite quiet, and many eyes converged.

Zhao Ziqian was in a mess and secretly annoyed.

Today's act of stealing poetry and stealing fame is a forcible robbery, and there is no way to go wrong.

With his name as a writer, supplemented by old poems, and with the help of some literati, even if Han Fu plays on the spot and composes a few excellent poems, it is difficult to get rid of the suspicion of copying poems, and he cannot prove himself.

At that time, no one can determine who wrote the seven poems.

This is true even for the Confucians present.

In time, and then operate as a writer, the Qin family will add fuel to the fire, and in a few years, the world will only recognize Zhao Ziqian and spurn Han Fu.

However, Han Fu's calligraphy was excellent, which attracted the attention of Confucianism, and he pretended to recognize the manuscript again, and he was suddenly in a dilemma.

If you can't justify yourself and deal with it perfectly, you may be ruined today.

And all this stems from greed.

If Zhao Ziqian bit seven poems and did not pretend to recognize "Like a Dream Order", he would definitely not fall into such a situation.

Between the lightning and the fire, Zhao Ziqian's mind turned a thousand times, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"It's true that the old man was reckless in this matter, but...."Zhao Ziqian opened his mouth to defend, and halfway through his words, he suddenly saw a wine jug coming towards him.

"Smack..."

Han Fu held the pot and slapped it violently, the wine pot shattered in response, the fragments fell to the ground, and Zhao Ziqian raised his head and fell.

The audience was shocked, and many literati stood up one after another, their faces full of shock.

Wen Qingjuan and the three great Confucians were also not far behind, and they all looked at Han Fu in astonishment.

Suddenly, Baili Mingsu was unexpected, and I don't know why Han Fu made this move.

"You dare to commit murder and beat up contemporary writers."

"It's insulting, it's really insulting."

"I don't know how to prove myself, but I am angry and beat people on the spot, there is no doubt that I am a thief."

"Han Fu, you are bold..."

The sound of rebuke and angry scolding suddenly sounded and was endless.

In today's literary meeting, there are many literati, but for Han Fu, there are no more than four kinds of people.

Some people are in cahoots with Zhao Ziqian and are embarrassed.

Some people are short people watching the play, and everyone is the same.

Others, out of jealousy, fanned the flames.

There are also sensible people who do not say a word from beginning to end, and act as bystanders.

Zhao Ziqian's exposure of the right talent also made some people realize that this matter does not seem to be simple.

Therefore, most of the people who accuse Han Fu at this moment belong to Zhao Ziqian's faction.

"Whew..."

Han Fu breathed, suddenly feeling happy, then turned his head to face the person who was scolding, and looked directly at him one after another.

smiled indifferently and said leisurely: "The emperor is angry, and the land is thousands of miles. The son-in-law was furious, and blood splattered five steps. Who wants to taste my wrath? ”

At the same time, he leaned over and reached out, grabbed the wine jug on the table in front of Sun Anmin, and looked at everyone with a smile.

Han Fu's words were soft, as if he was speaking casually, but his eyes were as deep as a prison abyss, breathtaking.

Those who scolded angrily were all shocked, and they did not dare to look directly, and they were fiercely inward.

"You dare to beat the old man..."Zhao Ziqian covered his forehead with his hand, got up and roared angrily, looking like crazy.

Blood spilled through his fingers, staining his face and his face, and he had no grace.

"Why did you hit you?" Han Fu chuckled lightly and said, "You steal my poems, tarnish my reputation, who will you beat if you don't beat me?" ”

"Nonsense." Zhao Ziqian couldn't help but roar angrily, and shouted: "The poems are all written by the old man, and today I just expose your crimes." If you don't admit it, you can defend yourself. Hitting someone is really a heinous act. ”

Han Fu sneered back and said, "You said that the poems were not written by me, so they were not written by me? ”

"The old man has a good idea, what about you?" Zhao Ziqian was already furious and gradually lost his mind.

was beaten today, which made him lose face and become a laughing stock for others.

Han Fu lowered his eyes and said: "I said that your name as a writer is in vain, and I have a basis for what I say." ”

Zhao Ziqian sneered and said, "Joke, take out your evidence and show it to the old man." ”

Han Fu shook his head and said with a smile: "You don't need to take it out, I only need to test you a few simple questions, if you can answer them correctly, I will admit my mistake." ”

Zhao Ziqian snorted: "If you ask the question unfairly, and the Confucian doesn't know how to answer, won't the old man dig his own grave?" ”

Han Fu said: "The question is very simple, and a five-year-old child can answer it fluently. ”

Zhao Ziqian snorted: "Today, the old man will let you understand what a writer is." ”

Han Fu nodded leisurely and said, "Please also ask the writer to teach you." Question 1, how many chickens is a chicken plus a chicken? ”

As soon as the words fell, the audience was sluggish.

It's that simple?

Zhao Ziqian was stunned, a little unclear.

Han Fu smiled: "What? As a writer, do you have to think about such a topic for a long time? ”

"The old man is just surprised that you have such a simple question." Zhao Ziqian snorted coldly.

Han Fu said with a smile: "Shicai said, a five-year-old child can also answer fluently, and please don't think about it for too long." A chicken plus a chicken, how many chickens are there? Please let me know. ”

Zhao Ziqian didn't think twice and said, "Two." ”

Han Fu said: "Two ducks and two ducks are several ducks. ”

Zhao Ziqian said: "Four." ”

"What year is it?"

"Thirteen years of well-off."

"What is the past and the month?"

"Mulberry September."

"What time is it?"

"Sixteenth."

Seeing that Zhao Ziqian was gradually getting into the trap, Han Fu spoke faster and faster, and gradually did not leave time to react.

"What river is under the fixed bridge?"

"Luohe."

"Who is the name of the Lotus Garden?"

"Wang's Wen clan."

"How did the writer come here today?"

"Ride."

"What is the name of the Book of Poetry?"

"Yajing."

"Can you know how to make old calligraphy and painting?"

"Yes."

"Are the seven poems true or false?"

"False."

Han Fu didn't ask any more questions and looked at Zhao Ziqian with a smile.

Zhao Ziqian frowned and said, "Why don't you ask?" ”

Han Fu bowed and said: "The writer is very knowledgeable, and I admire it." ”

Zhao Ziqian smiled proudly, only to feel that the pain in his forehead was reduced, and he was suddenly stunned, and he always felt that something was wrong.

He looked around, but everyone looked at him with strange eyes.

Suddenly, Zhao Ziqian was shocked and pointed at Han Fu angrily: "You... You... How dare you set up a trap for the old man? ”

Endless panic enveloped Zhao Ziqian, and Han Fu spoke too quickly, and he confided the truth without thinking, and it was too late to regret it at this moment.

He will be greeted by ruin.

Many literati were shocked and whispered to themselves.

Wen Qingjuan and the three great Confucians looked at each other, and couldn't help but look at Han Fu with admiration.

It's so quick and witty, it's jaw-dropping.

Baili Mingsu looked at Han Fu with a smile, as smart as her, and only then did she understand Han Fu's intentions.

Although the process is simple, it is not easy to operate.

Strike it with a pot and make it furious. and then seduced with words, which made Zhao Ziqian lose his mind.

The questions are simple, so you don't need to think. Quick questions and quick answers, so that there is no time to react.

And that trap is in the problem.

And the questions asked by Han Fu all have commonality, that is, the number of words in the answer is not much, and there is no chance to close it.

When Han Fu asked a question, if he was a little sluggish, it would be difficult to succeed.

Han Fu smiled and said, "What does Wenhao mean by this? The younger generation doesn't know much. However, the writer has already proved himself, and the younger generation sincerely admires it. It is not a secret, the manuscript is actually written by the younger generation, and the handwriting is clumsy, but it leads the great Confucians to scramble, which is really frightening. In order to show their admiration, the younger generation is willing to write a piece and give it to the writer. ”