Keyboard Immortal Chapter 923: Zhou Mou has the eight buckets exclusively

"The protagonist really appeared at the last moment." Zaan's words immediately offended the public, and a group of people yelled at him for being arrogant, shameless, etc.

Zuan looked at the series of rage points backstage, and thought it was double the happiness, feigning pressure and earning a wave of rage points.

The smile on Miss Nanxun's face was also a little stiff, and she had to remind: "I don't know if there is an answer?"

Zuan pretended to think for a moment, and then said aloud: "Mu Yun has exhausted the cold, and the silver man will turn the jade plate silently."

The originally noisy venue suddenly quieted down, muttering to themselves one by one, savoring these two sentences, the more I thought about them, the more subtle they became.

The stunning woman in the upstairs room snorted: "This guy has such a literary talent? I really underestimated him before."

The maid next to me, who looked at Zaan's eyes, asked in surprise, "Is this poem good?"

With her knowledge, she naturally couldn't see where the magic was.

The stunning woman nodded: "Very good."

Then kept his mouth shut, obviously not intending to explain.

The maid on the side can only pouted and sullen. Is the lady disgusting my IQ? Not even explaining.

Bi Ziang on the other side also looked surprised: "This guy is a bit interesting, it is worth taking a look at this young master."

The people around were flattering: "It's still far worse than Young Master Bi."

Bi Ziang smiled lightly: "Being able to compare with me is already his success."

The people next to him laughed and said what he said was very true.

On the Qin brothers' side, Qin Yongde couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect that he still had some ink in his stomach. I was curious about why Chuyan girl fell in love with him. Maybe it's because of this."

Qin Guangyuan snorted: "Wencai is just a small path, and he can't get on the table. It's more or less used to deceive girls."

At this time, Nan Xun also showed a look of surprise, and a pair of wonderful eyes released light: "There are no words such as 'moonlight' and 'like water' in the whole poem, but the words 'overflow' and 'qinghan' are all moonlight. The magic like water gives people a feeling of stagnant water and emptiness. The moon and stars are sparse, and the Milky Way appears very far away. 'Silent Yin Han' seems to say that the Milky Way should have a sound, but because of its distance, it is silent. From this, the feeling of the sky is vast. The 'yupan' writes the beauty of the moon's ice and jade, and the turn of the word not only gives it a magical dynamic, but also implies its roundness. The two sentences do not describe the person who admires the moon, but the whole It is pleasing to the eye, and one is at ease in it..."

The verses she used to tout other people were just professional handling, and she had to rack her brains every time to barely find a bright spot, but she was worried to death.

Now this sincere compliment is really exciting.

Zuan was a little surprised. This oiran really has two brushes. To know that flattery between literati is not so easy to shoot, you must have something to say and hit the other person's itch.

It's no wonder that I can become an oiran. The level of this evaluation is almost catching up with my Chinese reading comprehension.

Hearing that Miss Nanxun was so excited, the other people were all sour. This guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes has such skills.

Then they gloat over the misfortune and look in the direction of Yu Nan. Just now, Miss Nanxun compared him, her original intention was to teach this undisciplined guy a lesson, but now Yu Nan has been compared, then embarrassed.

Just now, Yu Nan has been in the limelight, plus she is so handsome, she is the most likely player to be the guest of Nan Xun girl in everyone's heart, and naturally she wants him to be shriveled.

Thinking about this, the eyes of each one of them looking at Zaan softened a little.

Feeling the fiery gazes from all directions, Yu Nan said coldly, "Who did you write this poem, and what is the name of the poem? You must be thoroughly familiar, but you barely know a thing or two, but you have never heard of these two poems.”

Hearing his words, other people also reacted and whispered, indeed, although these two sentences are good, but I have never heard them.

Finally, they all looked at Miss Nanxun. Just after this series of comments, everyone knew that she was probably the one with the highest literary literacy in the field.

Nan Xun looked hesitant, and finally said: "It may be that I am ignorant, and I have never heard of it, but there are so many poems in the world, and it is impossible for me to know all of them."

She speaks without leaking, and neither side is offended.

But when she said this, everyone knew that the poem was not really there, and all eyes turned to Zaun.

How admirable everyone's eyes were at the beginning, how ridiculed they are now, and I don't know where he got these two sentences to pretend to be famous poets in history.

Zuan originally wanted to talk about Su Dongpo, but he was suddenly stunned, because he realized that there was no such person in the history of this world, and no one would believe what he said.

But it's okay, it doesn't bother him at all.

"Oh, I just saw that all the suitable poems in history have been described by you, and the rest are some crooked winter melons and jujubes. If you say it, it will pollute Miss Nanxun's ears. A poem to deal with, don’t blame Miss Nanxun.” Zaan said without blushing.

What is Wen Duo Gong and what is plagiarism?

No, this is called cultural export!

Presumably Mr. Dongpo also wanted his poems to be widely sung in other worlds.

Nan Xun's eyes lit up: "Is this a poem written by Master Zu?"

Her attitude changed quickly, and the title of the son was used.

"Let Miss Nanxun laugh." Zu An suddenly thought of the Tang and Song Dynasties when poetry was the most prosperous in history. It seems that many masterpieces were circulated in the brothel. Back then, a group of literati and elegant scholars lingered in the brothel, who could make a masterpiece The first stunning poem will definitely be favored by the brothel women.

After all, poems can be sung along with music, and those prostitutes in brothels also need a highly sung poem to increase exposure and fame.

In return, these women will serve them more attentively, not only do not charge, but will pay back.

The most famous one is Liu Yong and Liu San who changed. He was hated by the emperor and could not enter the official career. He could only buy drunk in the brothel for a lifetime, and never painted a penny. On the contrary, those brothel women raised him.

Liu Yong was impoverished all his life, and he had no money to bury him when he died in old age. In the end, all the women in the city's brothels pooled money to bury him...

Ah blah blah blah, I wouldn't be so miserable.

"Young master is really talented!" Nan Xun's eyes bl

Ingbling flashing, looking at him as if affectionate.

Everyone was sour this time. Even Bi Ziang, who had been leaning on his seat, couldn't help sitting up straight. He was about to say something, but his heart moved immediately, and he glanced at Jade on the other side. Nan, a smile appeared on his face.

With that guy in his early stage, I don't need my son to be a villain.

Sure enough, Yu Nan said, "You said you made this poem? Could it be that you plagiarized someone else's work and then took it for yourself?"

In fact, this also represents the thoughts of everyone in the field. You must know that Zaun's previous image is really...

How to say, now everyone hears that he can write poetry, just like hearing that Li Kui can embroider, and subconsciously don't believe it.

Zuan's eyebrows are raised, this guy is so accurate!

But of course he won't admit it: "It's not me who did it, or it's you who did it. If someone else really did this kind of poem, how could the pearl be covered in dust, it would have been spread all over the country."

Everyone thinks about it, if anyone has such a poem, it is already famous, and it is impossible to wait for others to plagiarize it.

Yu Nan was also a little uncertain, but he felt unhappy when he saw the smug look on Zu'an's face. Today's Miss Nan Xun is determined to win, and whoever stops it will die.

So he said coldly, "It's impossible to say. Maybe some literati felt a sense of death before a broken temple. It's also possible that you happened to hear it and take it for yourself." /

Yi Zhibing and the others on the side immediately helped, and each one of them spoke with reason and reason, so that other people in the venue nodded secretly. This situation is not impossible.

Zuan didn't argue, just smiled: "I think you're jealous. Jealousy really makes people unrecognizable."

Yu Nan's handsome face was a little red: "This young master will be jealous of you? Hmph, since you said this poem is yours, you will always know what the second half is?"

This world is not well-educated, and when he thinks about it, these two sentences have already exhausted the talent of a poet, even if the original author probably didn't think about it, let alone the plagiarism of Zaan?

Seeing Zaan's strange expression, he also had a smile on his face: "Why, you won't say that you haven't had time to write the last two sentences."

This is the maid in the secret room upstairs and said excitedly: "Miss, I'll just say, how could that surnamed Zu have such ability? Young Master Yu must be right."

"You just see how handsome people are." The stunning woman rolled her eyes, directly piercing her thoughts, but her attention also fell on Zaan, wondering how he would answer.

Zuan smiled: "I really only thought about two sentences temporarily, but when Young Master Yu said this, I just thought of the last two sentences."

Yu Nan's face changed slightly, then Bi Ziang said gloatingly: "Oh, let's hear it."

"This life is not good this night, where will the bright moon look next year." Zaan said while looking at Miss Nanxun.

Nan Xun's face was a little red, and I wondered if he was sighing that he might not be able to see me like this night next year, oops...

As soon as these two poems came out, the audience fell silent.

The richer the experience, the greater the feeling of these two poems.

Even Yu Nan was stunned. He didn't take Zaan seriously before, when he realized that he was a formidable enemy.

"This life and this night will not grow well, where will the bright moon look next year..." The stunning woman in the secret room upstairs recited silently, a sense of whereabouts being sent to her, where will she be born next year, or even Is there still life to see the moon...

She sighed: "Ying'er, I miss home."

The maid named Ying'er's eyes were red: "Miss, I'm homesick too."

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At this time, Miss Nanxun, who was downstairs, asked curiously: "Young master really made a good poem. He wrote all the joys and sorrows of people in just a few lines. I don't know what this poem is called?"

Zu An thinks I'm better at being a wet hand. As for the name, who can remember.

He remembered the whole poem pretty well, but he didn't memorize it when the college entrance examination didn't take the title of the poem.

Just as he was about to answer, he met Nan Xun's bright eyes that seemed to be filled with some kind of expectation. He moved in his heart and said with a smile, "This poem is called "Mid-Autumn Moon *Gift to Nan Xun".

Nan Xun looked unbelievable, and then she was surprised: "Thank you for your generous gift!"

As a famous prostitute in a brothel, she naturally knows what a good poem means. Not only will it make her popular in Beijing circles, but her fame will soon spread all over the world.

More importantly, thousands of years from now, as long as this poem is still circulating in the world, everyone will remember her name.

There are so many heroes and heroes in history, but few of them can leave their names. People like Yu Nan are invincible now, but maybe there will be no names left in the history books. As for things like brothel women I can't even think about it.

As a result, Zaun did it today with a poem!

Let her be envied not only by the brothel sisters, but even by the whole world. How could she not be delighted, and the look in Zaan's eyes was no longer the indifferent, but more tender.

The woman who had been keeping an eye on Zaun in the secret room upstairs snorted, "Stinky men will pick up girls."

Her remarks were more of a joke, and the other men really exploded, looking at Zaan with envy and hatred.

I didn't expect this guy to find a new way to win the heart of the oiran with a poem.

The air was suddenly filled with the smell of sour lemon.

Even Pei You, who is a companion, is envious, wondering why I don't have this talent, otherwise I can hold a beautiful woman.

Of course, because Zaun had saved his life, instead of being jealous, he felt happy about it. After all, he has no hope of being favored by beautiful women, so it is better to give it to Zaan than to those people in Yu Nan who hold beautiful women back.

To a certain extent, it can be considered that the fertilizer does not flow into the field of outsiders.

After the incident, I and my grandfather hooked our shoulders a little more, and smelled the body fragrance on the goddess.

Upstairs, Bi Ziang frowned slightly, feeling as if she was playing off and made a wedding dress for others.

Before this, he was determined to win Nan Xun, and even Yu Nan didn't care about it. As a result, the people he subconsciously classified as his subordinates suddenly emerged, which made him feel threatened.

What if the woman you fancy is taken away by your subordinates?

"What I like, I don't give

You can't rob. His face was extremely indifferent, but when he looked at Yu Nan, who was not far away, a smile appeared on his face: "Brother Yu, I have known each other for so long, I didn't expect you to be so good at praising people. "

Yu Nan's face was ashen, how could he not hear the sarcasm in the other party's words? Now it seems that everything he just did seems to be paving the way for Zaan, and the atmosphere was brought to a climax, and then Completed Zaun's great reputation.

"This guy is uneasy and kind, obviously he's not happy, but he doesn't take action, and he keeps encouraging me to be cannon fodder." Yu Nan is also extraordinary after all, she immediately realized the other party's intentions, and decided to sit and watch the changes and see you. How long can it endure.

Who knew that Yi Zhibing, who was beside him, saw his face ashen, and was unhappy when he knew that he had lost face. Just now, he volunteered to go out, but he came back in despair. Although these people in the room didn't say anything, there was a hint of mockery in their eyes.

He decided to take this opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief for Yu Nan, and by the way to get back his face.

So he said loudly: "Young Master Yu also said just now that this poem of yours may have come from someone else unintentionally, and maybe someone wrote it before he died."

Hearing him speak, Yu Nan yelled at an idiot, she didn't know she was used as a gun.

But now everyone's eyes are looking this way. In their hearts, Yi Zhibing's words must represent their own meaning. If he denies it at this time, his momentum will be weaker by three points. Not to mention that it is not good to pursue Nan Xun tonight. , even his dignified son of the Yu family couldn't afford to lose face, so he had to bite the bullet and acquiesce.

He turned his head and glanced at Yi Zhibing, but he scolded the idiot half to death in his heart. He fought with Zaan and let the Bi family boy sit and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Yi Zhibing thought it was wrong, thinking that the other party's eyes meant encouragement and approval, so he spoke more vigorously, describing Zaan as a despicable and shameless person who took the fruits of other people's labor for his own.

Zu An is happy. Although these guys are openly attacking themselves, they guessed that eight-nine were inseparable.

But the folks on Earth probably won't mind that.

He didn't say anything yet, but Miss Nanxun was a little displeased: "Yi Gongzi, saying this is a serious accusation. I wonder if there is any evidence?"

Are you kidding me, I made it clear that I have a chance to make a name for myself in history, but I can't let these guys mess up.

Gao Ying and Pei You immediately came out to help, and they all accused him of embarrassing him, proving that he had a grudge against Zaan, so these words were obviously for revenge.

"Evidence...evidence...of course there is..." Yi Zhibing was at a loss for words for a while and couldn't think of how to prove it.

Yu Nan frowned slightly, knowing that she had lost her temper today, and if she spoke out again and was slapped in the face, it would be troublesome.

Seeing that he couldn't keep silent, Bi Ziang secretly scolded the trash, so he made a look at the person who was with him, and the person understood and said loudly: "Actually, it is easy to prove it, it is better to invite the grand master to the scene. If you compose a poem, as long as you can compose a poem similar to the one just now, you can show that the son is indeed talented."

Gao Ying couldn't help but get angry: "It's not fair. Poetry and prose are all on a whim. The right time and place and people can create good sentences by accident. How can you say that you can do it!"

He is also a rudimentary of poetry, and he understands that there are few poems in history that can compare to it just now. If there is such a masterpiece in his life, the ancestral grave is smoked. How can it be said that there is a second song.

Upstairs, Qin Yongde said with some doubts: "The one who spoke was from Bi Ziang. Isn't Zuan also from the East Palace? Why..."

Qin Guangyuan sneered: "As the saying goes, Bi Ziang has been the protagonist of the people around him since he was a child. How can he allow others to meddle in what he likes. It's best to let them bite the dog and create cracks within the power."

Nan Xun whispered, "Young Master Zu, you can refuse..."

Before she finished speaking, the stunning woman's voice sounded in her mind: "Don't stop him, let's see if he is deceiving the world or he has real facts."

Nan Xun was a little surprised, and it took a lot of perseverance to restrain herself and look at the mysterious woman's room upstairs, wondering why the master was so concerned about this human being?

Zuan laughed: "Then if I make another song, and you guys make another moth, won't I be annoying?"

Seeing that he seemed to be agitated, Yi Zhibing was overjoyed and hurriedly said: "As long as you can make a poem that is similar to the one just now, we will be convinced and won't say anything else."

Yu Nan's expression changed. At this time, he couldn't sit still, and immediately added: "But I have to make a poem on the spot."

He was worried that the other party got more than one poem from the mysterious literati who died in the ruined temple, so he made a clear topic first, so that even if the other party got one or two good poems, it was impossible to just hit the title so coincidentally. Still useless.

Pei You is anxious: "You are trying to make things difficult!"

Zuan raised his hand to stop him: "It's okay, feel free to come up with any topic."

I read those online novels in my previous life, and the male protagonist recited all kinds of poems and pretended to be so envious. Unfortunately, I never got the chance.

It just so happened that someone was rushing up today, so I can't take advantage of this opportunity.

However, when these words fell to the ears of the surrounding people, there was an uproar, and many people secretly reprimanded: "arrogant!"

You must know that poets in the world have their own areas of expertise. Maybe in one aspect he writes good poetry, but in another area it is much worse.

As a result, Zaan is now saying that the topic is arbitrary, doesn't it mean that he has achieved the ultimate in all fields? Are you sure you can write that famous sentence that has been passed down through the ages?

A smile appeared on the face of the mysterious woman upstairs: "This guy's boldness is quite the style of our tribe."

The little maid on the side pouted: "I think he's just bragging, let's see how he ends up."

Nan Xun looked worried and whispered: "Young Master seems very confident?"

"Of course," Zuan said proudly while lying leisurely on the chair, holding a wine jug, "there is one stone in the world, Zu alone has eight buckets, and the others share two buckets."

The person is not fashionable - the arrogant young man, since you want to pretend, you should pretend to be a big one.

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The two chapters are combined today