An Fupei came to the mansion, and at this time, many scholars stood on the side of Lu Baochang and Ma Wenyong, because these two people had evidence of poetry manuscripts.

King Ze and some hardcore followers asked if they had been abused by Tang Bohu and made him stupid during the few days that Cai Siyuan had been imprisoned.

Even if Tang Bohu copied someone else's poems, he couldn't be as stupid as he was in front of him.

Cai Siyuan called the house doctor to come out.

The house doctor listened to Cai Siyuan's order, and said, "Everything is normal, this person is like this." ”

A scholar who had seen Tang Bohu said: "Impossible, Tang Caizi is romantic, this person must be a fake Tang Bohu!" ”

King Ze's hand holding the folding fan tightened, and he wondered if Tang Bohu had been abused, and he wanted to cause some trouble for Cai Siyuan, but he didn't want this fake Tang Bohu to be exposed.

Lu Baochang pinched the fake Tang Bohu's face, "What a fake, this is the fake Tang Bohu!" ”

"A few days ago, Brother Wen Yong and I met Tang Bohu in a clothing store and found a secret, his legs and feet were rotten!"

Lu Baochang suddenly lifted the trouser leg of the fake Tang Bohu, and sure enough, the scars on his calf were uneven and extremely hideous.

"Hahaha!" Lu Baochang laughed loudly, "Tang Bohu is not only vicious, stealing poetry, but also has a pair of rotten legs, this must be retribution." ”

King Ze didn't expect that in addition to his face being disfigured, even his legs were rotten.

Many of the scholars standing in front frowned when they saw this scene, shook their heads and sighed, "I didn't expect it to be such a Tang genius." ”

At this time, suddenly the sound of poetry was heard from above.

"The rain hits the pear blossom and closes the door, lonely youth, false youth."

The voice was low and loud.

Everyone looked up and saw a scholar in a brocade robe standing on the ridge above the instrument door, fresh and handsome, with a dignified appearance.

He held a folding fan in his hand, the sun shone on his smiling face, the wind blew, and the white clothes fluttered, saying that he was as chic as he was.

Look closely at this person's eyebrows, extremely delicate, his face is like a crown of jade, and he is so beautiful that it is difficult to distinguish between male and female, but who is it not Tang Bohu!

Listening to the poem he chanted again, it was obviously a continuation of the previous half of Lu Baochang's poem, and the artistic rhetoric was already beyond the previous half, which made the scholars present feel numb in their scalps and tremble in their hearts when they heard it.

The rain hits the pear blossom and closes the door deeply, and a closed door lies across the picture.

It isolates the spring, the internal and external connections of the women in the boudoir, and makes people sigh deeply.

Everyone screamed.

"Tangbo Lake!"

"Tang Caizi!"

"He's the real Tang Bo Lake!"

And Lu Baochang and Ma Wenyong turned pale all of a sudden, and beads of sweat the size of beans were condensed on their foreheads.

They thought that Tang Bohu was arrested by Cai Siyuan, and Lu Baochang bribed Yi Xi'er to let Cai Siyuan sentence Tang Bohu in advance, so Tang Bohu would not be able to turn over in his life.

That's why these two people copied many copies of Tang Bohu's poems, and took advantage of the fact that many scholars gathered today, and they claimed that the poems belonged to them here, so as to improve their reputation.

Where did you think that there would be another Tangbo Lake!

However, the person standing on the roof was not Tang Bo Lake, but Tang Bo Lake pretended to be by An Fupei, and she continued to face the wind and chant in a low voice, "Who is the pleasure of enjoyment?" Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon. ”

This sentence is obviously in a woman's tone, and the words are clear and round, natural and smooth, which makes the mentality of infatuated with women in the poem particularly moving.

Although An Fupei had never heard Tang Bohu say this poem in this era, she could memorize the words of Tang Bohu in her own world, so she pretended to be Tang Bohu and recited it for him.

The soldiers cried out even louder,

"Tangbo Lake! This is the real Tangbo Lake! ”

This situation is similar to the effect of the appearance of stars in later generations.

Tang Bohu is really admired by scholars in this era.

"Sorrowful eyebrows, thousands of marks, 10,000 marks.

Xiao looks at the sky and looks at the clouds at dusk, and thinks about you when you walk, and thinks about you when you sit. ”

An Fupei finished reading the poem in one go.

And the soldiers below are already crazy about her.

"Tang Caizi is really Tang Caizi, this song is really amazing!"

"Sorrowful eyebrows, thousands of marks, 10,000 marks. If there is a woman in this world who misses me silently like this in a corner of the world, my life will be worth it. ”

"Just now I almost thought that Tang Caizi really stole other people's poems, I'm really ashamed."

An Fupei heard that everyone was cheering for her, but on the other hand, Lu Baochang and Ma Wenyong, shrunk their heads, bowed their bodies, and slipped behind the crowd, looking like they were about to escape.

It's time, she stretched out her hand and pointed at Lu Baochang and Ma Wenyong, "You two said that I stole your poems, so now, please continue the second half of the que." Today, the masters of Yangjiang Academy are here, you can comment on whose sequel is smarter. ”

Lu Baochang ran away, but was caught by the sharp-eyed King Ze.

"Didn't you say that Tang Bohu's poems were all stolen from the two of you? Hurry up and make a song on the spot! ”

Where can Lu Baochang compose poems on the spot, he doesn't learn or know, but he has a little money at home, and he used to pay for some scholars' poems as his own, but he can't buy poems of the level of Tang Bohu.

Lu Baochang stiffened his neck and said: "Writing poems requires inspiration, even poets can't write poems all the time!" In a hurry, you are pushing me so hard and making me so nervous, how can I write! ”

But no matter what, Lu Baochang's defense is too pale.

Zewang said: "If you are really talented, even if you are nervous, you can write a sentence or two no matter what." ”

"If you can't write a single sentence, whoever copied the poem will have to be redetermined."

Hearing that King Ze cooperated with her so seamlessly, An Fupei couldn't help but smile at him as if she had discussed it in advance.

An Fupei also learned from the appearance of a great talent, unfolded the folding fan and shook it lightly, the sun drooped, as if she was coated with a layer of light all over her body.

"These two people thought that they could take my poems for themselves if they stole them, but they had no real talent. Many of the poems in my manuscript have risen by chance, and they have only written half of them, and they have taken this half of the poem, but they can't continue the second half, isn't this revealing! ”

The scholars saw An Fu Peigao standing on the roof of Yimen, with a lofty and lofty spirit, peerless elegance, echoing with King Ze in the courtyard, and he was really the two most talented people in Dayue.

In contrast, Lu Baochang and Ma Wenyong, with their heads bowed and bowed, are really like local chickens and tile dogs.

No matter how these two try to defend themselves, it doesn't make sense.

"Catch these two thieves!"

"They're the real poet thieves!"

He also ripped off the scarves on their heads and beat them with all his hands and feet.