Chapter 238

The little leper took the four treasures of the study, spread them out on the table, and carefully ground the ink blocks.

Zhuang Yisheng shook his body, picked up the wolf's pen, dipped it in thick ink, and his posture was still a little staggering.

He was already surrounded by people, including Li Hanshan and Shi Changbai, who were famous students from the Six Kingdoms.

Hearing the wind, he specially scolded Zhuang Yisheng's students.

There is also a singer in the Jade Building.

"You can also write poetry?"

Li Hanshan pursed his lips and smiled: "Could it be that kind of brother-in-law playing aunt......

"Where did you start with the words of the son of Hanshan?" asked Shi Changbai.

Li Hanshan briefly said the experience of that day, and said: "Later, I learned that it was this Zhuang Gongzi's masterpiece, which was really stinking and smelly. ”

The crowd laughed.

"This kind of person is also worthy of writing poetry?"

"It's simply an insult to words. ”

The four singers of that day were also here, and they all laughed and did not say a word. Zhuang Yisheng is generous, and he is still very pleasing to them. But so what, it's just a big man who is stupid and has a lot of money.

This kind of person is endless.

On that day, they could praise Zhuang Yisheng against their will, but today all the students are there, and they will not support it anymore, so as not to lose a reputation of being uneducated.

This kind of person can't write poetry at all!

Not even worthy of writing poetry

Writing in front of Hanshan Gongzi is simply self-inflicted.

Let's see what kind of poems he will write, and what share of shame he will throw away.

Zhuang Yisheng's body shook and almost fell, and everyone covered their mouths and snickered.

The tip of the pen pressed on the paper, and Zhuang Yisheng took advantage of the situation to write in bold and uninhibited cursive.

"Sitting alone in the pond is like a tiger, nourishing the spirit under the green shade tree"

Good word!

Li Hanshan couldn't help but praise in his heart, put pen to paper, swaying freehand, like a drunk man breaking into the eldest lady's boudoir, peeing and defecating on the embroidered couch, messing around, rude, and unrestrained.

Just being able to write this handwriting is definitely not idle.

Zhuang Yisheng continued to write:

"If I don't speak first in the spring, which insect dares to make a sound?"

Everyone couldn't help but gasp.

It's crazy.

This is a comparison of everyone to a buzzing mosquito and fly, and he himself is the frog in the forest that looks down on the herd.

Everyone couldn't help but glare at Zhuang Yisheng angrily, this Nanyan's plagiarism dog was too blind.

Zhuang Yisheng poured a sip of wine, changed a line, and continued to write on the paper.

"When autumn comes, on the eighth day of September, after my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will be killed, and the heavenly incense array will penetrate Tianjing, and the city will be full of golden armor."

Ooh!

Everyone's eyes were straight, if they were crazy just now, they were full of killing intent now.

What does he want to do, he wants to lead the army to break through Tianjing City!

Everyone seemed to see ironclad warriors jumping out of the paper, stirring up Tianjing City to pieces.

In contrast, Hanshan Gongzi's "Poem of Begging for Thieves" was directly turned into scum in seconds.

How could such a psalm come from the hand of a plagiarism dog.

Everyone chuckled in their hearts, and a thought popped up in their hearts: Did he really plagiarize Zhang Yueshan?

"He must have copied it from somewhere else. Someone spoke.

"Copy?" Zhuang Yisheng raised his head and said drunkly: "You also deserve me to copy?"

He dipped his pen again, and found that there was no blank space on the paper, and he turned his gaze around to see a screen in the hall.

He picked up his pen and walked over, and a little ink fell from the tip of the pen.

"Stop!"

The old bustard of the Yulou couldn't help but stop it, this screen was transported from the Chu State, using the silk brocade, painting the sycamore drizzle, more than a dozen weavers worked together, and it cost more than a thousand taels.

You can't let Zhuang Yisheng spoil it.

hurriedly gave the thugs in the building a look and asked them to stop Zhuang Yisheng.

"Wait. ”

A voice suddenly sounded, and the old bustard was stunned for a moment, and saw Murong Youyou walking over.

Murong Youyou, as the Oiran of the Manyu Building, usually refuses to show up easily. It is also the cash cow of the full moon building, the pearl of the sea.

Unexpectedly, she was also lured out.

Everyone looked at her one after another, but unfortunately her face was still covered with a black veil, and she couldn't see her original appearance clearly.

But just looking at the figure and the exposed pair of beautiful eyes, you also know that this is a first-class stunner in the world.

"Don't blame the girl, we're stopping this thief and not letting him destroy anything here. ”

"If this thief breaks something, this son will pay it to the girl. ”

"Let's get him away at once, so that the girl's eyes don't stain. ”

Murong looked at Zhuang Yisheng and said slowly:

"Let's see what he writes. ”

Zhuang Yisheng splashed ink on the screen.

"I'm Qingdu Shanshuilang, and the Heavenly Sect is divided and frenzy. He has been granted a rain branch wind coupon, and he is tired of staying in the clouds and borrowing the moon chapter.

Thousands of poems, thousands of wines. How many times have you looked at the Hou Wang, the jade building Jin Que lazily returned, and the plum blossoms were drunk in Beijing.

When the article was written, the hall was silent, and everyone stared at each other, their lips moved slightly, and they read the words on the screen.

Absolutely, simply absolutely!

Such a psalm will not be born for hundreds of years, but it will be passed down for thousands of years.

"Hanshan Gongzi, didn't you say that he can't write poems, he can only write eighteen touches, brother-in-law plays auntie......"

Li Hanshan stopped talking, staring at the wild grass on the screen. If you can write such a poem, what if you don't write 40,000 poems in your life.

It's just amazing.

The old bustard's face turned from sorrow to joy, and the famous sentence can be passed down through the ages, and this poem was written on the screen, and the value of the screen was doubled.

Thousands of taels, tens of thousands of taels, I'm afraid I can't beat 100,000 taels.

It's also a wonderful handwriting.

Even if the bustard doesn't understand it, he knows that such wild cursive writing is not something that ordinary people can write.

"Could it be that he copied it again?" Zhang Yueshan said.

Everyone didn't know what to say, if someone ghostwrote for Zhuang Yisheng, who would be willing to give such a poem to others. And it's three articles in a row, and the ones are peerless.

With such a poetic talent, other aspects will not be too weak, did he really plagiarize Zhang Yueshan?

............

In Tai Academy, several examiners are gathering together to correct the examination papers of the word assignment.

Because of the recent uproar about Zhuang Yisheng, which has occupied manpower, the results of the Cifu Department have not come out.

Now everyone is correcting overnight, working overtime, and striving to get the list out today.

There are seven subjects on the Peach Blossom List, with the national teacher Lin Ruopu as the chief examiner, and there are also seven deputy examiners, each responsible for one subject. The person in charge of the word endowment department, named Liu Lang Snake, is a famous Confucian in the Xin Kingdom.

"This time, have you come out with a few good poems?"

Nearing the end of the revision, the willow snake walked into the room.

"This "Drinking Alone on a Moonlit Night" is quite meaningful. ”

This poem also has a good line. ”

......

Liu Lang Snake flipped through it and said, "It's also general." ”

With the theme of a moonlit night, it is easy to write and not easy to write. For thousands of years, there have been too many poems that have written about the moon and the night, and they have almost been written to death. No matter how you write it, you can't surpass those predecessors.

This exam question was made up by Liu Lang Snake.

"It seems that no one in this year's Six Nations can excel. Liu Lang Snake sighed.

"Lord Liu, look at this poem. An examiner said suddenly.