[Comprehensive] Male gods don't want to fall in love

Naturally.

In Di Xin's eyes, this was a kind of not-so-sophisticated, even a little far-fetched sophistry.But in the eyes of other people, it seems reasonable, and it is a natural answer.

"Brother Mingyi should tell you what this poem means. It's not like this poem was written by Brother Mingyi but Brother Mingyi can't even express what he was thinking when he wrote the poem?"

With the previous question, Di Xin was sure that Zhang Mingchen would not be able to answer it.

He never liked to leave any room for the enemy.As long as you can grasp a pain point, you will always love to kill it with one blow.

So, the situation became that Zhang Mingyu stared at Di Xin with bloodshot eyes, how could he still have the slightest complacency before?

Unexpectedly, he is only a little famous at this time, and he does not have many supporters after his later fame .

"I, this, I wrote this poem, and what I was thinking about was the grand occasion of this poetry meeting.

Zhang Mingyu was hesitating and talking, originally he only wanted to say that he would not be so outrageous, and he wanted to continue to speak, but he saw that there were so many people behind him, and Di Xin glanced at him. I couldn't say anything.

What the hell!

The back molars were itchy, and Zhang Mingyu's face turned blue. He couldn't understand why "Xie Huachen" still had such penetrating eyes from such a distance. He could only harbor a kind of resentment that his future was about to be cut off. Love, looking back from afar.

"It seems that brother Mingyi himself can't explain how he got this poem."

In fact, there was no need for Di Xin to speak, the people present were not fools, and anyone with eyes could see some twists and turns.

I am afraid that the origin of this poem is still unknown, and it is hard to say where Zhang Mingyi stole it from.

Zhang Mingyu was used to being in the limelight when he was in Taixue, and he had offended many people, stepping on the children of many aristocratic families and famous classmates to increase his reputation.At this time, as soon as this vague guess came out, the eyes of all the people present turned to look at him with blatant contempt.

No matter if it is a child from a noble family or a talented scholar from a poor family, no one likes a person who will plagiarize other people's works.

People from aristocratic families thought Zhang Mingyu's method was too dirty and obscene, and he would not be able to stand on the stage.Those who come from poor families think that he has ruined the future of those who have been plagiarized, and has lost the nobility and arrogance of their humble scholars.

"It seems that Hua Chen has questioned the source of this poem?"

King Xuanjun glanced in the direction of Zhang Mingyu indifferently, sat down again, and tilted his head to respond to Di Xin's words. It's a bad thing, but I feel much happier.

Looking at poetry is like looking at people.

He then said, how could a person who was so arrogant that he could write such a poem.

"Brother Mingyi can't tell if you think about it."

As if continuing his own words, and as if answering the words of King Xuanjun, Di Xin lowered his head, "Earlier, Hua Chen and a group of friends went out for a spring outing. , I wrote it down at home, unfortunately, it happened to be this Dongfeng."

The essays may be similar, but where are the poems exactly the same?

Di Xin said "unfortunately" and "coincidentally", but just as he finished speaking, everyone, including Zhang Mingyi himself, couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"Boy Huachen, are you saying that Zhang Mingyu stole your poem?"

Xuanjun Wang blew his beard and stared, not knowing where Zhang Mingyu came from, to steal the poems of Mr. Xie Jiahuayu, while Su Yunzhang on the other side of him was even worse, slapped the table and stood up angrily

"Zhang Mingyu, are you still shameless?!"

Pointing at Zhang Mingyu with one hand, he just wanted to rush up and beat him to the ground.

"No, impossible!"

Zhang Mingyu panicked, "You, why do you say that this poem is yours?! How do I know that you didn't just look at this poem and wanted to take my poem for yourself while everyone doubted me? ?!"

Even though he knew that the status of "Mr. Huayu" at this time was impossible to shake by his own determination, even though he knew that everyone was more willing to believe in "Xie Huachen" than himself, Zhang Mingyu still refuted it.

His only reliance is his meager memory

Just as he knew that Xie Huachen was a famous romantic poet, he also knew that Xie Huachen's great success in the poetry world began with his career career.

Many of Xie Huachen's masterpieces were created after he became an official.

This is the most basic common sense of future generations.

If he didn't confirm this point, how dare he plagiarize this Dongfeng in front of "Xie Huachen" himself?

Zhang Mingyu was a little flustered and suspicious, but he managed to calm down.

In fact, he remembered correctly.

In the original history, this song Dongfeng was indeed composed after Xie Huachen became an official.This poem was written by Xie Huachen at the invitation of Shaodi after he had traveled with Shaodi on a moonlit night when he was attending a royal banquet.

At least the original body came back from the horseback riding in spring this year, and only got one or two good lines. For the time being, it is not like Di Xin said, it has already become a poem.

However, regardless of whether this poem has been completed at this time, it should belong to the original Xie Huachen.

Zhang Mingyu's tone was straightforward, as if he hadn't plagiarized Xie Huachen's Dongfeng, but "Xie Huachen" really intended to take his poems for himself.

Di Xin was amazed by Zhang Mingyu's uprightness, but in the end he still cared about his original reputation and refused to let this "Master Huayu" get the slightest stigma

"The emperor opened Enke, and every three years a spring. Everyone knows that Xie's sons all use Enke to become officials, no different. The next year will be Chunwei. When I wrote this poem, I just thought of it from the spring scene at that time. Looking forward to the future of the year, I hope that by then the name of the Xie family will not fall, and I can just be named on the gold list."

Zhang Mingyu's face turned blue and white in an instant.

For a while, I became a little confused, not sure if I made a mistake.

The meaning he couldn't explain, now, Di Xin said it instead of Xie Huachen.

Originally, when Xie Huachen wrote the sentence "make the branch a little red", he was full of all his lofty ambitions, hoping that like the first flower on the branch, it would bloom in the spring breeze and become the hero of ruling the world. Nengchen, open the prosperous age of peace.

Di Xin's current statement is actually a little self-effacing for the original Xie Huachen.

"I see"

Prince Xuan's eyebrows stretched, as if it was the first time he saw this gentle and handsome "Mr. Huayu", and he also had such an enterprising and passionate side.

Uncontrollably, he glanced at Zhang Mingyu again.Suddenly, I realized that some people's arrogance is superficial and has no internal support.However, the arrogance of some people is so deep in their bones that when you see him, you just feel that he should be like this.

The former is like Zhang Mingyu, and the latter is like "Xie Huachen".

At least the current Zhang Mingyi cannot write poems like Dongfeng.

It wasn't that King Xuanjun deliberately belittled Zhang Mingyu, but after seeing the difference between the two, everyone had the same idea.

As a result, the look in Zhang Mingyu's eyes became more and more contemptuous.

"Seeing that he still dares to question Hua Chen so confidently, is it possible that he is still a habitual offender? The first few poems are all plagiarized?"

Seeing that Zhang Mingyi no longer dared to refute, and his body swayed twice, as if he had suffered a great blow, and he was about to lose his balance, Su Yunzhang calmed down instead, and asked a few words casually, leaving Zhang Mingyi at the end. A little face.

Sure enough, the king of Xuanjun frowned when he heard the words, as if he was very dissatisfied with Zhang Mingyu

"How did such a person get into Juren and enter the Taixue? The king of Kairi must ask."

Academic fraud is an unforgivable crime for literati.

What's more, this Mingyu is still a person who is going to take the imperial examination.

As soon as King Xuanjun said this, he made it clear that he wanted to investigate Zhang Mingyu's fraudulent plagiarism to the end.

Everyone present had clear eyes and hearts, and most of them concluded that Zhang Mingyi's life was useless.Don't say that you won't be able to participate in the next year's Chunwei, I'm afraid that the status of Juren who has been tested before will also be removed.

Reading, in itself is a way to burn money.

Without the identity of Juren, you can't get the salary, which means you are poor.

But that didn't mean they were sympathizing with him.

Brazenly plagiarizing other people's poems and articles, this is only the identity of "Mr. Huayu" to explain clearly.If someone else is plagiarized, maybe the glory that originally belonged to him will become that "thief".

No one thought that Zhang Mingyu would be able to stand up again.

Zhang Mingyu was numb all over, and his heart was in a mess.There was bean-sized sweat on his head, and only the hatred and malice in staring at Di Xin became thicker and thicker.

Consciously unable to bear the same stares from everyone, Zhang Mingyu lost face and continued to stay in this Qingyage Pavilion. He only took one last look at Di Xin, then fled with his sleeves, covering his face.

"Then, the leader of the Three Spring Poetry Club, this king, is you Hua Chen kid?"

Seeing that Zhang Mingyu fled in despair, Duke Xuan naturally looked away, and only regarded the previous scene as a small episode staged by the clown.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't have asked Di Xin about the leader.This song Dongfeng stole the limelight, and the leader of this poetry club will not be left behind no matter what.But it was because this poem was stolen by Zhang Mingyu, and not written by "Xie Huachen" himself at his poetry meeting, that Duke Xuan was a little bit in trouble.

"Hua Chen came to comment on the poems for the county king, not to participate in the poetry meeting in person. What's more, this poem has already been written, unlike the talented scholars who wrote it within the specified time according to the request of the county king. If the county king gave the leader to Hua Chen, it would be Hua Chen who is bullying people."

Di Xin's original intention was that he didn't want Zhang Mingyu to step on other people's flesh and blood to gain fame and fortune, and wanted to stop Zhang Mingyu from plagiarizing others.

He and his original body, Xie Huachen, have never been different from Zhang Mingyu.They pride themselves on their talents, and never worry that the light of others will dim them, so naturally they never think about being the best.

"He's a leader anyway, Hua Chen, you really don't want it?"

Su Yunzhang was surprised.

He doesn't like reading, and he has never been the leader in these poems and essays.

But he is good at playing games.Every time he goes out with those cronies, he likes to take the first place no matter the game is big or not, and he likes to hear others say that he is good.Why is it different when it comes to "Hua Chen"?

Hearing this, Di Xin glanced at him and asked, "Couldn't Xie Huachen be Xie Huachen if we don't take this leader?"

Not only Su Yunzhang, but everyone present, including the famous prostitute Luyi at the same table who always had a quiet and calm beauty, became a little stunned.

Di Xin's lingering words still linger in their minds

Even if he doesn't take the leader, Xie Huachen is still the best young master of Huayu in the capital.

They never understood it like this now, it was a kind of arrogance that came from the bottom of their bones.

It's Xie Huachen, who doesn't need to borrow the title of "Leader of the Sanchun Poetry Association" to add pride to himself.

For a moment, it was hard not to think of Zhang Mingyi who had fled in the wild before.

It's the same pride, the same madness, but just like what King Xuan thought before, that's really true.

One is in the sky and the other is underground.

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