Shengjing Noble

Prince Mingheng said: "Today, in the middle of winter, everyone is gathered on the flower boat to participate in a poetry gathering. How about improvising with winter as the theme?"

Everyone nodded, and some even stood up and recited a few lines of their own poems.

Among them, Su Shengyun's poems amazed the whole audience. For a moment, even Fu Mingheng showed admiration and even wanted to pull him into the show.

Just when everyone thought that Su Shengyun would be the winner of the poetry competition, Su Shenghao, who was originally sitting aside, was pushed to stand up by Su Lanyin.

"I have a poem to compare it to."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Fu Mingheng was very surprised.

Su Shenghao rolled his eyes a few times, as if recalling something, and then he slowly opened his mouth and stuttered out a poem.

"Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and people have disappeared from thousands of paths. A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."

As soon as this poem came out, it immediately amazed the whole audience, and countless people applauded and cheered.

"What a good poem! What a good poem!"

"Fishing alone in the cold river under the snow... Such a mood, I can't compare to it."

"Being able to write such a poem shows that the eldest son of the Su family is indeed talented and knowledgeable."

……

Su Lanxin raised the corner of her mouth proudly and thought: It would be strange if you little Karamis could compare with Liu Zongyuan!

However, before he could feel proud for long, he heard voices of doubt.

"Strange...why does this poem sound so familiar?"

"Now that you mention that, I seem to have heard it somewhere before!"

"Yeah! Where is it... I can't remember it for a moment."

……

Just when everyone was puzzled, Su Shengyun took out a collection of poems from his arms and held it in his hand.

"Don't worry about it, the poem is in this collection of poems!"

When everyone saw the three big words "Anonymous" on the cover of the poetry collection, they suddenly understood!

"It's this collection of poems! I bought a copy at the bookstall the day before yesterday!"

"I bought it too! The poems in it are simply divine, but it's a pity that the author is unknown, otherwise I would really like to visit him in person!"

"How can Su Shenghao use a poem by an unknown poet? Didn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince just say that he wanted to improvise?"

"He brought out other people's poems to compete with each other. Isn't that plagiarism?"

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Everyone looked at Su Shenghao with contempt in their eyes.

Compared to having no talent, not being able to compose a classic quatrain is not so shameful.

But it is really shameless for you to steal other people's poems and pass them off as your own impromptu works!

Upon hearing this, Prince Fu Mingheng showed disgust on his face and said angrily, "What's going on? Su Shenghao, how dare you plagiarize in front of me?"

"No, I didn't!" Su Shenghao was so frightened that he trembled all over. He immediately shook his head and explained, "This poem was written by my fifth sister. It is definitely not plagiarism!"

"She writes poetry?"

Everyone was suspicious.

After what happened just now, Su Lanxin is no longer considered a talented woman. How could others believe that she could improvise such a brilliant sentence?

Facing the doubt, Su Lanxin just felt strange. She stood up and refuted righteously: "Don't talk nonsense. This poem was clearly written by me!"

"What evidence do you have to prove that you wrote it?" Fu Mingheng asked.

"I……"

Su Lanyin was speechless for a moment, and lowered her eyes to hide her guilty panic and surprise.

How is this possible? This poem was clearly written by the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Zongyuan. This prosperous dynasty is a parallel universe and has no Tang Dynasty history at all. How could someone write this poem?

Is it just a coincidence?

Or...are there other travelers here?

Thinking of this, she suddenly looked up at Su Lanyin, with a fierce light in her eyes.

Then she asked, "Your Highness, if I write another poem that's just as good, can I prove that I have this talent?"

Fu Mingheng thought about it and nodded: "That's fine, you can give it a try."

If it was a coincidence, there's no reason why every poem would match the same one.

Therefore, Su Lanxin raised her chin confidently and said loudly: "Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. Have you not seen the white hair reflected in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned into snow in the evening..."

As soon as she got to this point, Su Shengyun interrupted her.

"Your Highness, this poem is something that even an ordinary person can recite. Would you like to hear it?"

Fu Mingheng frowned and nodded subconsciously: "Okay, you go ahead."

Su Lanxin suddenly had a bad feeling.

Su Shengyun stood up, put his hands behind his back, and continued speaking in a clear voice.

"If you are happy in life, you must have all the fun. Don't let the gold bottle stand empty against the moon. I am born with talents that will be useful. I will come back after all the gold is gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."

"Master Cen, Mr. Danqiu, let's drink, don't stop. I will sing a song for you, please listen attentively. Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I wish to be drunk forever and never wake up."

"Since ancient times, all saints and wise men have been lonely, only drinkers have left their names. In the past, King Chen held a banquet in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand cups of wine and enjoyed himself. Why does the host say that he has little money? I must buy some to drink with you. I will ask my son to go out and exchange the five-colored horse and the fur coat worth thousands of gold for you to exchange for good wine, so that we can share the eternal sorrow."

As soon as he finished reciting, Su Lanxin could no longer bear it. She rushed over and snatched the poetry collection from his hand, flipped through a few pages, and her face was visibly pale.

She couldn't believe it and shook her head desperately: "No, this is impossible! These are all my poems, how could they be in your hands? Where did you get them? Did you also travel through time?"

Seeing her so crazy, Su Shengyun immediately shook his head and stepped back: "This poem was not written by me, and not only can I write it, but others can too."

Everyone nodded, and some even took out the same poetry collection.

"I bought this. I love it so much that I carry it with me."

"I think so too. This poem, "Song of the Wine" is the best of this collection of poems!"

"Miss Su, even if you want to plagiarize, don't use this poem! It's simply disrespectful!"

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Su Lanxin still refused to give up, shaking her head and said, "No, it's not what you said. All the poems in this collection were written by me! Someone must have stolen my poems!"

Looking at her indignant expression, Su Lanyin just found it ridiculous.

Who is the thief? I’m afraid Su Lanxin was so immersed in the role that she forgot to look in the mirror to see what she looks like!

One of the rules of the poetry competition is that plagiarism is prohibited. Once discovered, the poet will be disqualified.

The little bit of good feelings that Fu Mingheng had for Su Lanxin was finally completely destroyed.

He frowned angrily and said impatiently, "That's enough! When you said that you could make it back even if you spent all your money, I admired your broad mind and courage, but I didn't expect that you actually stole other people's poems. You really disappoint me!"

Su Lanxin was immediately overwhelmed when she heard this. She felt extremely wronged and tried to defend herself with red eyes: "Your Highness, please listen to my explanation. Things are not what you think. I don't know why these poems appear in this collection of poems, but I swear to God that these are really written by me!"

Hearing this, Su Lanyin, who had been silent for a long time, could no longer hold back.

She chuckled and said, "Sister, swearing such a false oath is really not convincing to others. I do have an idea. I wonder if you are willing to prove your innocence."