There was silence in the hall.

Meng Xing was thinking about what poems to copy to shock Princess Yangping, and then he took a fancy to his talent, and then to himself as a talented person.

The beautiful eyes of the two beauties stared at him quietly, as if they wanted to see the flowers from his faces.

I wanted to come up with a poem all of a sudden, and under the gaze of two beauties, the pressure was great, but fortunately, I was only a porter, so the pressure was much less. Meng Xing thought to himself.

After a while, Meng Xing finally remembered a poem containing the word "wind and rain", so he picked up his pen and wrote this eternal poem on rice paper.

"Set the storm."

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly. Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life. ”

"The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain shines obliquely but welcomes each other. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine. ”

Princess Yangping looked forward to it, while reading silently, and compared it with the poems written by the students of Qingfeng Academy, she suddenly felt that this poem was many times better than those poems.

The whole poem is catchy, the artistic conception is lofty, there is an open-minded, pampered and humiliated mind, and the last sentence is the finishing touch, "there is no wind and rain and no sunshine", the so-called wind and rain, the so-called sunny, is just a fantasy in the heart, full of philosophy, infinite charm.

No wonder the other party is also "pampered and not surprised" in front of me, and he does not regard me, a dignified princess, as a backer in the pursuit of power, nor does he take fame and fortune to heart, it turns out that he has such an open-minded mind.

Princess Yangping suddenly felt that the other party's rude behavior just now seemed less angry, and the original feeling of displeasure in her heart disappeared, replaced by a shocked emotion.

This poem is a high-quality masterpiece, quite a style that has been passed down through the ages. Isn't this Meng Xing in front of him a disciple of the martial arts cultivation system, why is he so talented, and his poems are even more powerful than those of Qingfeng Academy?

Without profound talent and erudition, it is obvious that such a masterpiece cannot be produced.

Zhuo Lingyan on the side also had a very surprised expression, this poem is really well written, and people know that it is a rare masterpiece at first sight.

She had been in the True Martial Sect for several days, and she only knew that Meng Xing was very angry with her, always against her, and the way of the formation was unfathomable, but she didn't know that he was actually good at poetry and had such a talent for learning.

It seems that this annoying guy has one more advantage.

Both women are surprised and surprised, especially the erudite princess, as the only female champion in Daqin, she naturally knows the rarity of this poem, she witnessed the birth of a good poem through the ages, and her heart is naturally happy to see it.

"Not bad! Not bad! I didn't expect you to have such talent, and this handwriting is also a school of calligraphy. Princess Yangping did not hesitate to praise herself.

Naturally, she didn't know that this kind of calligraphy art had quietly spread in Guangyang County, and there were already many students copying and learning, but the news of this era was relatively closed and had not yet reached the capital.

I, a college student in my previous life, naturally have some talent, but what I am better at is a porter, transporting the peerless words of my previous life to this world and slapping the students in this world. Meng Xing complained in his heart.

Well, if you can still make some money through poetry, it will be better. Although he already has a lot of savings, no one will dislike that he has a lot of money.

Princess Yangping said again: "Why don't you give me this calligraphy and painting?" ”

Meng Xing said a little embarrassed: "Princess, I've been a little short of money recently, and I want to take it to sell it for some money." You know, I'm in the True Martial Sect, and I'm actually a nobody, and I don't have much money. ”

This princess can be regarded as Daqin's little rich woman, right? I still wanted to be angry with me just now, so I should deduct some money from her and let her have some blood.

Therefore, Meng Xing deliberately cried poor.

Zhuo Lingyan next to him rolled his eyes, knowing that this guy was acting as a demon again. She didn't see this guy poor in the True Martial Sect, but instead lived in a separate courtyard, and lived a very leisurely life.

"Okay, then sell it to me, and give you a hundred taels of silver?" Princess Yangping said.

Those who read books are all high-spirited, and they look disdainful of talking about money, why is this guy full of copper smell and asks for money when he opens his mouth?

Princess Yangping naturally heard the meaning of his words, so she met his little request without pain.

Meng Xing was speechless, I sold more than one hundred taels of silver in Guangyang County, Yuexian Restaurant can provide me with free food and drink for a lifetime, the top brand of Chunyi Building, the flower Rong girl is willing to sleep for me, and is willing to post it upside down, but you take a hundred taels of silver to send me? It's really a knock on the door.

He said sullenly, "Okay. ”

Princess Yangping didn't care about him, this guy was rude in front of him just now, wrote a good poem, exempted him from punishment, and gave him another hundred taels of silver, which was already cheap for him.

There are many officials in the imperial court whose salaries are less than one hundred taels a month, and they can live a prosperous life.

Next, the maid brought up a lot of snacks for the two of them to taste.

Meng Xing ate a little tasteless, he knew that this was the case, he might as well go to the Qinglou or the teaching workshop to write this poem, maybe he could eat and drink for nothing, and let the top girl post it upside down.

It's a bit of a loss.

Just then, a guard walked in and said, "Princess, something big has happened in the inner city. ”

"What's the big deal?" Princess Yangping asked.

"Qingfeng Academy and the students of Guozijian had a quarrel, and they were fighting in the street, and there was a lot of trouble." The guard said.

"Why?" Princess Yangping frowned and said.

"It's said to be because of a poem."

"A poem? What poetry? ”

It seems that it is the fortune operator Yongmei, and the students of Guozijian came up with a better poem and angrily accused the students of Qingfeng Academy for plagiarism. The students of Qingfeng Academy were dissatisfied, and they also angrily accused the students of Guozijian for plagiarism, and more than 20 students from the two academies fought angrily and smashed many things on the street. The guard said.

Fortune operator Yongmei? Isn't that the one Meng Xing revised just now?

Princess Yangping said: "What is the poem that the students of Guozijian came up with? ”

The guard then handed Princess Yangping a note and said, "My subordinates have already asked someone to transcribe it here." ”

Princess Yangping glanced at it, was speechless, handed the note to Meng Xing, and said, "How is it the same as what you wrote?" ”

If she hadn't seen Meng Xing write a poem "Fixing the Storm" here, she would definitely think that Meng Xing had also plagiarized the students of Guozijian.

Isn't this to expose my old bottom? I went to the Qinglou to compose this poem, and I didn't even leave my name, only the title of Meng Gongzi to those Qinglou women.

Meng Xing coughed and said a shocking sentence: "Because this poem was originally written by me to the Oiran lady in a green building in Guangyang County, and they all copied me." ”

Zhuo Lingyan said with a disgusted face: "You actually went to the Qinglou?" You're just like all the other men, Sven scum, well-dressed beasts! ”

Sven scum, well-dressed beasts? Am I ruined your class and done to you as a beast? I just touched you that night, and I didn't do anything to you, and I was going to be scolded by others as a beast. Meng Xing complained in his heart.