Prince, who shall we kill today?

Two days later, Chunze Town, Mohefang.

Han Che shook his fan and frowned, and said to the person who was reciting a poem: "Wait a minute, I heard that the first two lines of your poem are well written, criticizing the darkness of the world and sinister people, but why did the neck couplet suddenly start to 'swing the sword to break the Qingjiang River, mention it? Cutting the moonlight with a sword'? Where did the Qingjiang River come from? Why cut the Qingjiang River? I remember that it should be "slashing the turbid river with a sword, cutting the night with a knife."

"Ah, yes yes yes!" the poet recited hurriedly, "It's the Duan Zhuo River, cutting the night!"

"Yeah." Han Che said lightly, "Did you copy it wrong?"

The man blushed and was speechless.A circle of people stared at him with disdain on their faces.He hurriedly rolled up his poem manuscript and left in despair.

An old man present said: "'Break the sword to cut the turbid river, lift the knife to cut the night' is a sentence in Xiujianjun's "Youth Walk". This poem is relatively old, and it is little known. Xiujianjun is active in A poet 20 years ago, he created a precedent for rivers and lakes poetry, and wrote many poems praising chivalry. In his poems, there is often a handsome young chivalrous man. That person gave him infinite inspiration, Embroidered Sword Lord also brought his writing to life. When we talk about rivers and lakes poems today, no one can surpass Xiujian Jun. However, he also wrote many works without illness in his later period. His poems and essays are scattered everywhere. I hope to participate Young poets in the Poetry Association should not think that little-known means that no one knows, and don’t steal people’s writing and ink and change a few words to show off. Literati, you should have the character of a literati. If you want to write good poems, you must first learn to be a good man.”

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

Someone asked curiously: "Mr. Han has read this poem?"

"Yeah." Han Che took a sip of tea, "My father... told me."

The old man glanced at him and gave him a meaningful smile.

Xue Man didn't know why, so he sat beside Han Che and said in a low voice, "Your father also reads poems to you, I didn't expect him to have such a loving side."

Han Che almost choked, it was inconvenient to expose his father's background in public, and planned to tell him the truth after going back.

Poetry will continue, and several incidents of plagiarism occurred later.The old man was so angry that he stood up and cursed: "I copied the same person every time I wrote it! Which school did you study in?! What did you learn? Have you learned how to copy?! Do you have any sense of shame? Cough cough ...I'm really ashamed of you! Are you still shameless? Cough... I, Mo Di, will say something here today, and anyone who dares to take plagiarized poems to participate in the ink cartridge poetry meeting in the future is a dog! They are all...cough Cough cough, it's a dog!"

"Teacher, don't be angry, don't be angry!" The schoolboy next to the old man quickly gave him comfort, helped him to sit down, and then drove the plagiarist out.

One time, the poem meeting made such a fuss, and everyone's face was not very good.

Xue Man was beside Han Che, sitting upright and not daring to move.It was his first time participating in a poetry meeting, and he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.Today, Han Che brought him to Xishi to play. When he heard that there was a poetry fair, he begged the other party to show him. Han Che was also very interested in the poetry fair, so he brought him here.

This dynasty still favors literature, and the cultural atmosphere in various places is strong.Nanjiang is the place with the most poets.Various poetry fairs are held at every turn, and some high-ranking officials and dignitaries also like to attend poetry fairs and buy some good poems and essays to keep at home.The Poetry Fair at the Ink Box Boat in Chunze Town is particularly famous, mainly because the people who come here to buy poems are extremely wealthy, so many talented scholars have racked their brains to write good poems and sell them at a good price.But there are also quite a few people with bad intentions, who use plagiarized poems to fool people.

Mr. Mo is the teacher of Baihe Academy in Chunze Town. He couldn't bear to see those who love poetry and prose being deceived, so he voluntarily appraised for them.They don’t take any money, but only hope that those who write poems can sell them at a good price, and those who buy poems can buy good works.

Han Che bought quite a few of them before, and they are still in Sang Ruoxun's small courtyard now.This time I also want to buy some more to take back, but I didn't expect that there was not a single one that I liked.

Maybe it's growing up and looking higher.

When Han Che was a child, he was very, very envious of the chivalrous man in Xiujian Jun's poem. He thought it must be a very happy and proud thing for someone to write poems for him.

At that time, he always thought, if I worked hard to be a hero, would someone write poems for me and praise me?

Just a little bit.Ask no more.

But he has not become a hero so far, and naturally no one has written poems for him.

Not to mention being a hero, it is extremely difficult to survive with his body.Others, no life to think about.

All he can do is buy some poems and prose, envious of others.

The person in charge of the poetry meeting got up and saluted the old man: "Thank you, Mr. Mo, for helping us do the appraisal, otherwise everyone will be deceived."

Mr. Mo waved his hand, panted and said, "I made you laugh at me, I feel deeply guilty."

The host said: "Sir, it's true that you don't want to fight. It's too late for all of us to be grateful. Don't blame yourself."

Mr. Mo said: "There are no good works today, it's really disappointing, I bought this tea."

He said to the schoolboy again: "Ping'er, hurry up and get the manuscript I left with Mr. Xie."

The schoolboy got up immediately to do it.

After a while, the little boy came back with the manuscript in his hands respectfully. Mr. Mo asked him to share it with several guests, and return it quickly after finishing it.

Xue Man had a piece in his hand, and he read it carefully silently, touched Han Che lightly, and said in a low voice, "Let's buy this! Hey, this one is good."

Han Che said: "Okay."

Xue Man said: "But he won't sell it."

Han Che patted his hand under the table, signaling to be safe and calm.

After a while, Mr. Mo wanted to take the poem back, and someone wanted to buy it. Mr. Mo said: "I won't sell it. My old friend. I want to treasure it myself. It would be nice to show it to you."

"It's all your old friends?" Someone asked, "How about seven or eight songs, and don't you sell all of them?"

"Don't sell it, don't sell it." Mr. Mo took back all the poems and said with a smile, "You guys have to remember, just write it up and hang it up when you go home. However, you must write my old friend's name, and you are not allowed to keep your own. "

After the poetry meeting, everyone left.

Xue Man was thinking about the poem he wanted to buy, and poked Han Che's back to urge him.Han Che took him to find Mr. Mo, called "Uncle" when they met, and asked him for the poem.

The old man was very reluctant.

Xue Man couldn't bear it anymore, and told Han Che to forget it.

Han Che said: "Whatever you want, I will definitely give it to you."

The old man glanced at Xue Man, thought of something, suddenly let go, and gave them the poem.

Han Che showed a sweet smile: "Thank you uncle."

After the two young people left, Mr. Mo wrote a letter to his friend, saying: Friends, I saw your son, isn't he dead?It's alive and kicking!There is a tall and burly young man by his side, is that your uncle?His appearance is quite upright, and he also took good care of your family Che'er during the poetry meeting, helping to refill tea from time to time, and he doesn't look like a jerk like you said.But he wants to ask me for one of your poems, what a nuisance!I didn't want to give it at first, but your Che'er insisted on it, so I had no choice but to give it.Well, it doesn't matter!In short, don't be unhappy anymore!Come and write poetry!Do you know that nowadays those young people are copying some of your old poems to cheat money, ouch, I am so mad!I'm furious!I'll be waiting for you in Chunze, see you soon!You must show up at the poetry meeting next month, otherwise, just wait to attend my funeral!

Signed: Ah Di, who will die if I don't read your poems again.

After finishing writing, he handed the letter to the schoolboy, urging: "Hurry up, hurry up, send it to Prince Jing's Mansion in Fengdu in eight hundred miles!!"