Guardian Chapter 119: You did these too?

  "Good place, quiet in the noisy, elegant and refined, good name, Fangcaoshuwu, quite elegant and interesting for scholars."

  Qi did not say anything about others' poems as his own, but he intensively promoted Fangcaoshuwu.

  The literati who came together, all shook their heads and echoed.

  This scene can make Han Bai's face red with joy, leading everyone to visit the bookstore.

  As for the students, the task is completed, and they rush to a cool place to escape the heat.

  The bookstore is just a small place, there is nothing to visit.

  Qi Buyu waited for someone to come, so he walked through the scene.

  I didn’t talk a few words, so the topic naturally went to the plaque.

  Han Bai prepared first-class materials early, and waited eagerly to leave a plaque.

  After some flattering, the four characters of Long Feifengwu became.

  Everyone is praising Qibuyu again.

  Blowing and blowing, it is said that today, the poems written by Qi everyone at the poem meeting yesterday were given to you as heirloom calligraphy.

  I’m happy to say nothing, I don’t refuse anyone who comes, and write poems with a few strokes while the pen and ink are still dry.

  "Kinzun sake fights for ten thousand, jade pan delicacy makes ten thousand dollars. You can't eat when you stop the cup and throw the chopsticks, you can't eat, draw the sword and look around at a loss..."

  Along with Qi Buyu's book magnate, the onlookers shook their heads and stroked their beards as if they were drunk, wishing this poem to be made by themselves.

  "Hmm? When did this poem become yours?"

  An untimely childish voice interrupted everyone's YY, and the noisy voice was one of them.

  Qibuyu took a meal, and the handwriting was divided into a split.

  His eyebrows were sullen, and he looked up, feeling a little at ease.

  A melancholy little guy who was peeling off the candy paper, playing with the candy but not eating it, was standing on tiptoe with his chin resting on the desk, staring blankly at Qi.

  "While playing." He Shuhuan smiled and pulled Xiao Sang, but didn't pull it.

  He increased his hand strength, but found that Xiao Sang's seemingly sloppy stance, but stood firm like a pine and cypress.

  "Old Han, old Han, how do you be a teacher." He Shuhuan simply stopped pulling, facing Han Bai, who was sweating on his forehead, "Standing to do something, everyone is making calligraphy, how can you let the children be mad."

   "Tong Yan Wuji, the student is still young, forgive me, forgive me." Han Bai hurried forward to drive Xiao Sang away.

  Sang is unmoved, staring at Qi Buyu with melancholy eyes, and repeats, "When did this poem become yours?"

  "Whose family is this kid."

  Qibuyu was asked to feel confused.

  The literati and scholars around also helped.

  "Verbose is rude, do you know who you are talking to?"

  "The child is ignorant, go back quickly, and forgive you not guilty."

  "Where did the juvenile boy come from, this eternal swan song was not made by everyone. Is it because you can't do it."

  Sang stood still amid the noisy reprimands of everyone, with expressionless and melancholy eyes, looking at Qi without any waves.

  I stared at everyone uncomfortably.

  Yes, this is not what I did, but this is the consensus of the literati, everyone knows the tacit understanding...Qibuyu subconsciously began to quibble in his heart, and was shocked that he could not succeed in the devil, and even faced a childish innocence. Imaginary?

  The wave of reprimands here has not yet subsided.

  There is another girl’s voice, which is heard loudly.

  "This is my... my uncle Chen made a poem homework assigned by my husband." Yan Wenji looked angry, her face flushed red, she pinched her small hand, her tears were rolling in her eyes, and she was caught by Yan Mubai. He clapped his hands and comforted him softly.

  "Sir, you are saying something." Yan Wenji looked expectantly at Han Bai, who was dodging his eyes, hoping that the teacher whom he respected in his heart would be fair.

  Han Bai's words were so dry, his face was red, and he didn't say it, nor did he say it.

  What do you say, don't worry about Yan Wenji, this is a tacit understanding between us adults, I used this poem to change the future of the bookstore, you don't want to mess up, I also do it for the sake of the bookstore.

  Kids don’t care about this.

  In their hearts, black is black, white is white, and there is no such thing as gray.

  Why is this poem so complete?

  This is naturally wrong.

If    is not right, say it out loud.

  Seeing Han Bai stammering and not speaking, Yan Wenji burst into tears with anger, rubbing her eyes and sobbing, "It wasn't me who did it, it was Uncle Chen. I forgot what it was about, but I’m sure Not what it is now."

  I was still nervous and kept silent. When I heard this, I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart. It was very good. As long as there is no ban, I will come back in a round shape. With my name, I will hold on to this poem. No one is willing to be beaked when making a hand.

  He Shuhuan also had the same idea, waved to Yan Wenji and reprimanded, “Nonsense, how can you make such a good work by the untouchables, and then you will disqualify you as a student.”

  Yan Mubai was protecting his sister, staring at He Shuhuan, eyes bulging, and secretly clenched his fists.

  "That’s right, at a young age, you learn to lie, and you will be able to lie when you grow up, Mr. Han, you have no way of teaching. I think today’s trip, don’t count, just give up."

  Han Bai heard this threatening words, immediately stopped everyone, turned around and reprimanded Xiao Sang, "What's the matter with you? Everyone is Wenlin Dahao, such masterpieces, besides him, who else is there? If you can do it, you don't have to stick around and step aside obediently."

  "Oh, is that right?" Xiao Sang raised the volume, and the little man played a meaningful pitch turn, "So, if the poem has the original work, it means he is plagiarizing. "

  Han Bai just opened his eyes, before speaking, Xiao Sang sneered, "Or, you are plagiarizing, borrowing flowers to offer Buddha?"

  This kid, who knows so much... This is the first question that comes to everyone's mind, and again it is a retort.

  "Go, go, today, besides everyone, who else..."

   seems to cater to He Shuhuan’s flattery, Xiao Sang’s crisp voice, chanted loudly, "A bottle of sake fights for ten thousand, and a jade plate is worth ten thousand dollars. Stopping the cup and throwing the chopsticks can’t eat, pulling the sword and looking around at a loss. Crossing the Yellow River and icy rivers, you will climb the Taihang Mountains and snowy mountains. Come to spend your leisure time fishing on the Bixi River, and then go on a boat to dream of the sun. Difficult to travel! Difficult to travel! There are many divergent roads, where are you? Sail to the sea."

  Boom, the writing brush fell off the paper, and Qi Buyu subconsciously grew his mouth.

  The expressions on the faces of the literati in the surroundings range from disdain to solemnity to incredible.

  This real succumbed to the scene, shocked all the people, silently.

  It’s no wonder that this song "Difficult to Walk" by Li Baida is a true eternal swan song. In Xiayu, it is just the last sentence. Anyone who has done a literary examination paper has not silently written it on the examination paper.

  Once the original work came out, it couldn't keep up with any other works by the dog.

  Even everyone's sequel is dwarfed by comparison, and it is difficult to compete with it.

  "Impossible, impossible." Qi Buyu's voice was trembling, and he didn't want to repent, but he twisted Xiao Sang's collar and his eyes were red. "How come these masterpieces are not handed down..."

  Xiaosang's eyes flashed with murderous intent. If it weren't for Liuli's thought, this unspoken hand would have to evaporate at the moment.

  He doesn't say a word, don't go too far, his face is melancholy...Hey, sad, this person is so annoying, can I burn him to ashes.

  Yan Mubai looked in her eyes, but thought that Xiao Sang had been wronged, and her move of turning her head away was tearing her heart away.

  He yelled "Let go of my brother", and rushed towards Qi Buyu.

  Brother...Little Sangqie made a sound, and the corners of his mouth showed disdain, funny and angry...Just ants, He Dehe Neng.

  But after hearing the sound of staggering and retreating several times, Yan Mubai was pushed back by He Shuhuan.

  The nameless fire in Xiaosang's eyes, bursting up, it hadn't happened yet, and it went out again.

  He knew he didn’t have to do it himself.

  Yan Mubai's body fell behind, and Chen Feng, who was driven by the whirlwind, was held in her arms.

  Chen Feng Zhen Hun Si San is going home, this is to pick up the children from school.

  Before entering the hospital, I heard the sound of scum.

  As soon as I walked in, I saw that Yan Mubai was pushed by a man dressed as a cold-faced scholar and almost fell.

  "Heavy hands on children, it's amazing."

  Chen Feng shook his neck, snapped his fingers, and couldn't stop the smile on his face.

  People who understand him naturally know that Chen Feng at this time has an unusual smile. This is a prelude to going crazy.

  "Uncle Chen, these old people are endlessly plagiarizing your poems and want to take it for yourself." Yan Wenji rubbed her red and swollen eyes and saw Chen Feng appear, tears welling up again.

  She didn't cry, she kept wiping her tears with the back of her hand, feeling wronged like a child who was taken away from her beloved.

  Poems? What poem of mine?

  Chen Feng is unclear, so I wait to hear Yan Mubai's intermittent explanation.

  Chen Feng's face showed weirdness, oh, my white prostitute party, I just took it out with a single mouth. It is worthy of Li Baida, the name of the poetry fairy, it is really not covered.

  "You are the...Chen, what is Chen?" He Shuhuan straightened up, facing the adults, and began to press people with an official body, "I am a member of the ceremonial department."

  At the end, I was afraid that the "common people" in front of me didn't know how good he was, so he proudly added a sentence of "Cong Wupin".

  From the fifth rank, it’s so amazing. I am still from the seventh rank nomadic deputy lieutenant, but this is not suitable to say, the official is not the other party, and Yan Wenji is present, let’s say it. , The identity of the horse racing gang has to wear a gang.

  "Who is a foreigner, I am lucky enough to meet." Chen Feng directly pretended to be a fool, you are not a foreigner, then according to the superficial knowledge of the people like me, it is similar to a foreigner like the landlord.

  "Ignorance." He Shuhuan waved his sleeves and turned around angrily. The official body pressed against others, and he had to look at the target. When he encountered such a stunned young man who didn't understand the market, no matter how big the official body was, it seemed to be too. The clown is singing.

  "This poem belongs to you?" Chen Feng looked at Qi Buyu. Seeing that he was still twisting Xiao Sang's collar, his eyebrows trembled three times, and his silent eyes were full of pity.

  Master, let go, do you know what you screwed.

   Qi Buyu's face was blue and red. Listening to the conversation between Chen Feng and He Shuhuan, he secretly speculated that the person in front of him didn't even know what Yuan Wailang was, and he was probably a white body with no family background.

  Such a person, can he make an eternal swan song? Qi Buyu not only didn't believe it, but also had evil thoughts. Now that he has a real ban, and he is surrounded by his own people, who is the author of this poem?

  It’s no wonder that he was moved with a crooked mind. This poem is so compelling that it can be sung in Chen Feng’s previous life for thousands of years, or even longer. A literati wants to steal it for himself.

  "What's the matter?" Qi Buyu's face was not red and his heart beats, and he made up his mind to eat the poem raw today.

  "You...also...Bah." Chen Feng vomited loudly, and choked people with words. "Sorry, there is sand in your mouth. I don't mind if I snorted."

   Xiao Sang snorted coldly, and was amused by Chen Feng directly, but his face was choked, pretending that he hadn't heard anything, shaking away his silent hands, and turning away his face.

  Yan Mubai saw it, took two quick steps, pulled Xiao Sang behind him, and stood next to Yan Wenji with his arms around him.

  Xiao Sang's cheeks twitched, and at the same time she felt weird in her heart, she also had a taste...What is it, I need your protection?

   Without a word, he didn't even think about how Xiao Sang was so small, how to break free.

  He was anxious at this time, his old face was pale, and he pointed at Chen Feng tremblingly, "You...you, Zhu Zi'an dare to insult me."

  The literati around are also full of indignation, as if Chen Feng's attitude insulted the entire cultural circle.

  All kinds of sang and cursing, like opening a pot of porridge, they are endless.

  Chen Feng plucked his ears, snapped his fingers, and an earwax was in the mouth of He Shuhuan, who was scolding the most vigorously.

  He Shuhuan’s throat and eyes are glued, he bends over and rubs his neck, he clicks and almost vomits.

  Chen Feng accepts as soon as he sees it well. As the soul-suppressing minister, he naturally does not have the same knowledge as these "ordinary people".

  He doesn’t know, but some people don’t want to.

  He Shuhuan's face is anxious, and the literati's face is gone, and he rushes towards Chen Feng with his teeth and claws.

  Xiao Sang shook his head and made a sound, seeming to foresee the fate of this reckless member Wai Lang.

  Chen Feng drew sideways, his feet were like lightning, and he stumbled with his feet, so that the group of literati could not see it.

  He Shuhuan made a puff, hey, he fell a dog to eat shit.

  Chen Feng spread his hands and signaled that he did not move, that you fell by yourself.

   Qi did not speak until his lips turned pale, and due to his identity, he swallowed the dirty words on his lips.

  The literati beside him didn't have this "cultivation", they just tore their faces, and Wen Jianjian didn't say anything, and they greeted Chen Feng's family with the most vicious words.

  This literati scolds people with dirty words, which can deduct the most vicious words in the world.

  Chen Feng's face sank, it is unrealistic to kill the Quartet.

  Since you literati are proud, then I will break this arrogant bone today, and use writings to rule writing.

   "Okay, one by one...the gentle scum, you have yours." Chen Feng resisted the urge to hit people, aimed the firepower precisely at Qi, and said angrily: "Since you said this song "Difficult to Walk" is yours You made this song with the same artistic conception?"

  "A dynasty played the nine heavens and demoted Chaoyang Road to eight thousand in the evening. If you want to eliminate the evils of the Holy Ming, you will be willing to cherish the decay and cherish the dying years! Where is the Yunheng Qinling family? The snow embraces the blue gate and the horse does not go forward. Intentionally, I will be able to collect my bones on the edge of the river." Chen Fenglang said in a voice, full of breath, and chanted Han Yu's "Moving Left to Languan Show Nephew Sun Xiang" in one breath.

  This poem is Han Yu's care and attachment to his relatives and the capital. Borrowing the language of the scenery to think, being loyal and convicted, leaving Chaoyang far away, leaving his wives and sons to go south, is extremely sad in my heart. The scenery is wide and sad, contains profound and broad, and it becomes a masterpiece of the ages, which also expresses depression. Mood.

  A poem appeared, and the cursing Wen Lin Yashi also fell into contemplation collectively.

  This... After taking a closer look, the goose bumps are all over the floor.

  Everyone's eyes are not right. Is this what the "common people" did?

  The shock is still going on, Chen Feng keeps on doing it, and speaks again:

  "You did these too?"

  "The wind is screaming, the sky is high, the apes are crying, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand. The boundless trees are falling down, and the Yangtze River is rolling in. Thousands of miles of sorrowful autumn often visits the stage, more than a hundred years of sickness alone. Falling down the new stop turbid wine glass."

  This "Climb", known as the "Crown of the Seven Laws", is Du Fu alone on the high platform outside the Baidi City in Kuizhou. Compared with the two poems of Li Bai and Han Yu, his sorrow of old, sick, lonely and sorrow can even more arouse the empathy of these people who have been in trouble in their official career and have entered the soil at the age of six months.

  A "Climb" directly silenced everyone.

  In no time.

  Crying gradually started.

  It was Han Bai who felt it and cried instead.

  Qi Buyu was ashamed and embarrassed, and he no longer had the face to stay in the study room, hiding his face.

  Even He Shuhuan looked at Chen Feng with dull eyes, and then he left.

  He even wanted to break his head, but he couldn’t think of it. This humanity is so heavy that three poems, any of them, can shock the world. How can such a person be unknown?

  Chen Feng prayed secretly, thinking of Li Baida, Han Yuda, and Du Fuda in his heart. No wonder, no wonder, this is the poem of your three old people in another world. Don’t worry, I won’t take you The poems went to Zuixinfang for free. I am not that person.

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