Under the bright moonlight, Xiao Baoer walked out of the sect leader's mansion angrily, and made up her mind that she must go through all the poetry scriptures in this world and find evidence of Liu Feng's plagiarism.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown, the bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground......"

Xiao Bao'er read the poem over and over again, because she had forgotten half of Liu Feng's first poem, and she didn't remember the last four sentences.

So she was afraid that she would forget the second one, so she kept reciting it in pieces, and kept it in her heart, so that when she flipped through the Book of Poetry, it would be convenient for her to find evidence of Liu Feng's plagiarism.

On the gloomy path ahead, a figure walked out head-on, and in the moonlight, a man with a fishing basket in his hand and a slender fishing rod on his shoulder.

This person is Li Yujun, a white-faced scholar who returned from Hanshuitan.

He wanted to fish until late at night as usual, but today for some reason, he couldn't help but think about Liu Feng.

Liu Feng has already married the sect leader, even if Liu Feng gives up on himself, according to the sect leader's temperament, he will not let Liu Feng fall willingly.

However, Liu Feng said that he would not rebuild the martial arts.

The Sect Master really agreed.

He couldn't figure out the reason for this, his heart was not quiet, and the fish did not take the bait, so he simply went home.

Looking at Xiao Bao'er walking straight away, Li Yujun hurriedly put down the fishing basket and fishing rod and gave it up.

However, Xiao Bao'er didn't seem to see him, but walked straight in front of him, frowning cutely, looking very serious, and kept reading: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown, the bright moon in front of the bed ......"

Li Yujun actually heard it from a distance just now, and he didn't pay much attention to it, but when he listened to it closely, his body was stunned.

This is...... Poem?

He raised his head suddenly, looking at Xiao Bao'er's back, Xiao Bao'er was still chanting words: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost ...... on the ground."

Li Yujun, who loves poetry, was interested, hurriedly concentrated and listened carefully, and read it in his mouth: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown......"

Li Yujun's eyes lit up, and he read it carefully in his mouth, and his face immediately changed greatly, and he looked at Xiao Bao'er's back in a daze, surprised.

Xiao Baoer was still concentrating on reciting poems, when she suddenly heard a shout: "Holy Maiden, please stay!" ”

The voice was a little loud, and there was excitement in the tone.

Xiao Bao'er paused, turned her head suspiciously, and saw Li Yujun walking quickly, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Huh? Protector Li, why are you here? ”

Li Yujun's eyes were burning, and his face looked hungry and thirsty.

"Holy Maiden, dare to ask who made the poem you read?"

He has been familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child, and he is keen on poetry, and almost all the famous poems from ancient times to the present, large and small, but he has never heard of this nameless poem in Xiao Baoer's mouth, so he boldly guessed that this poem must have been written by people in the world.

"Oh, this poem was written by Liu Feng, but I guess he must have copied it in some book of poetry." Xiao Baoer said indignantly.

"Willow Wind?"

Li Yujun was taken aback, "He wrote this poem?" ”

"No, he copied it." Xiao Baoer shook her head and corrected herself.

Looking at Li Yujun with a surprised face, Xiao Baoer's dark eyes turned, and suddenly remembered that this Li Yujun was not a scholar?

immediately asked: "By the way, Li Protector, you have studied poetry so deeply, you must know which book of poetry he copied this poem, right?" ”

Li Yujun didn't seem to hear her speak, and the whole person was stunned, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It wasn't until Xiao Bao'er raised his voice and shouted loudly that he came back to his senses,

"Li Protector, you are familiar with the Book of Songs, do you know which Book of Songs this poem is from?" Xiao Bao'er's beautiful eyes blinked.

Wait, Liu Feng, I'm going to find evidence of your plagiarism.

Xiao Bao'er looked forward to it in her heart, and became inexplicably proud.

Li Yujun said with a solemn expression: "Holy daughter, in my opinion, this poem must have been written by Liu Gongzi." ”

"What?" There seemed to be a lightning bolt in Xiao Bao'er's mind, and the whole person was stunned, and her eyes were wide in disbelief.

"Holy Maiden, does this poem have a name?"

Li Yujun's eyes are dumbfounded, where is there still a little bit of reserve that a reader should have?

Xiao Bao'er hadn't come to her senses yet, she was immersed in surprise, impossible, Liu Feng was just a waste worse than her, how could he compose poetry?

It wasn't until Li Yujun shouted loudly that Xiao Baoer reacted, shaking her head woodenly: "This poem was written by Liu Feng, he didn't say what his name was." ”

Li Yujun was stunned, and his tone was full of amazement: "I can't imagine that Liu Gongzi has such a poetic talent, and such a masterpiece will be passed down for thousands of generations if it is passed on." ”

"This poem is so good?"

Xiao Bao'er was stunned, she originally thought that this poem was just copied by Liu Feng in which book of poetry, but she didn't expect it to be written by Liu Feng himself, and this poem is so good, it can be passed down for thousands of generations!

"Fabulous!" Li Yujun nodded heavily, highly respectful.

"I have never been able to write such good poems in my life."

Li Yujun shook his head and sighed, thinking that this poem was actually written by Liu Feng, Li Yujun was still in a trance, thinking that as a reader, he had written countless poems, but none of them could be compared with this one.

Xiao Bao'er was a little confused, and in a daze, she suddenly remembered another poem by Liu Feng, and at this moment she was not sure that this other poem was not plagiarized by Liu Feng.

"Li Protector, Liu Feng has another poem." Xiao Baoer said.

"And?" Li Yujun was stunned, and then he was surprised, and couldn't wait to say: "Read it to me." ”

Xiao Bao'er recalled, and said slowly: "The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, the white bird flies back, the boundless falling trees are Xiao Xiao, and the Yangtze River is rolling in......"

Li Yujun listened quietly, and the more he listened, the brighter his eyes became, and his breathing began to become short......

After reading the four sentences, Xiao Baoer stopped, grabbed her hair, and couldn't remember the last four sentences, alas, who called her a waste, she couldn't even memorize the poem.

"What about down there?" Li Yujun asked eagerly.

"I forgot the last four sentences." Xiao Bao'er thought about it with a small face, and was still trying to remember, but she couldn't remember.

"What?" Li Yujun was crazy, he had just immersed himself in the artistic conception of this poem, but Xiao Baoer suddenly disappeared.

This feeling is like you have been holding back for a long time, running to the Qinglou in a hurry, taking off your pants and about to have an in-depth communication with the young lady, the young lady suddenly said: I am coming to the eldest aunt.

It makes people want to hit people.

Li Yujun turned around and strode towards the Sect Master's Mansion.

"Where are you going?" Xiao Bao'er wondered.

"I'm going to find Liu Gongzi, tonight, I must know the last four sentences." As a reader who loves poetry deeply, when encountering this kind of amazing work, Xiao Baoer does not understand Li Yujun's eagerness to know the last four sentences of the whole poem.

"Wait a minute." Xiao Bao'er hurriedly caught up and opened her hands to stop in front of him: "Protector Li, look at the sky, it's already so late, Liu Feng and Sister Qingying have already slept, you go to Liu Feng now, will the sect leader agree?" ”

After her reminder, Li Yujun realized that he was really on top, yes, the sect leader must have slept with Liu Gongzi, maybe he was in a simple emotional exchange.

But......

Now he is very, very eager to know the last four sentences, if he waits until tomorrow, tonight, how will he get through it?

"Alas!" After a long time, Li Yujun looked up to the sky and sighed, looked at the direction of the sect master's mansion unwillingly, and turned to leave.