One Step to The End: 0553 King Zhao Zhengzheng with iron bones

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Sandi Ji made Zhao Guanren alive and ran away. I am afraid that he deliberately used the topic to play the role. She actually ran to the palace and cried. She went around proclaiming Zhao Guanren to deceive the world, plagiarize and plagiarize, and add strange power to chaos, etc., calling on all literary giants to criticize .

"Shunguo children! To deceive the world and steal names, to be humiliating and gentle, especially shameless..."

In the early morning, there was a crowd of people outside Yihong's courtyard. They were all poor literati who were enthusiastic about all kinds of enthusiasm, frenzied rotten Confucianism, and veteran literary veterans who came to have a rhythm, as well as a bunch of blindly questioning people. The Red House was surrounded by "circling scolding."

"Suck! These poor and sour ghosts are going crazy..."

The guards are like enemies. There is a wide alley outside the Yihong Courtyard. The courtyard wall of the opposite house is about to be overwhelmed, but so many scholars dare not drive away. The emperor has to come up. Good words to persuade you, otherwise their pen will make you stink for thousands of years.

"Gurulu..."

Zhao Guanren took the tea pot and stepped out of the gate of Yihongyuan. Standing on the steps, he brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth while looking at the scolding sorrows of sour and rotten scholars, but the Yihongyuan was originally located on the edge of the downtown area. It is estimated that there can be tens of thousands of people in a large circle.

"Shameless! Plagiarism, you still have a smile..."

A Qingpao rushed over in anger and pointed at him and cursed. Zhao Guanren suddenly "hehe", spitting a mouthful of tooth powder on the opponent's face, instantly making the opponent's face foamy, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Coming down, he didn't expect that he would really dare to speak.

"You are stupid, I can't laugh yet. I dare to scold the street at this level. Who will give you the courage..."

Zhao Guanren sneered: "Your old nuns chant the scriptures—the same! You have the face to claim to be literati. You are the starlings in the cage—you just say you can’t do it! Shit shell beetle storyteller—all by a stinky mouth! Swear to my door without thinking, go to the grave and burn toilet paper-fool your dad!"

"You you you..."

Qingpao madly made his angry Qiqiao smoke. He was forced back several steps by his cursing skills, and he couldn't find words to scold him at all.

"The shrew scolds the street..."

Someone yelled: "We scholars don't do shameless things, we are here to question you, why do you want to plagiarize the poems of Lay Bao Zhai, you must give an explanation to scholars in the world today!"

"Are you a scholar, do you count as a person after a few days of reading, stealing jade, stealing incense, digging up tombs, how many scholars are among them..."

Zhao Guanren said loudly: "Dogs are always dogs, but people may not be humans. Everyone who slaughters dogs is a scholar. Nine out of ten people are worthless, and they are scholars. It’s not a scholar, don’t His mother pretends to be a scholar, this king is ashamed for you!"

"Okay, okay! We are not scholars, right..."

An old Confucian angrily yelled: "Then you have to give the literary masters, the champion scholars, let’s talk to them about how you plagiarized and deceived the world!"

"Then call the champion man, you have not even read the book, you are the oldest, are you the East China Sea Dragon King, how wide and wide are you..."

Zhao Guanren refers to everyone in a loud voice: "Here is one of them. It doesn't matter if your heads are empty. The key is not to get into the water. You can't scold or scold the street. You can't read or read. I think you are really widows. How many are you using!"

"You don't have much use, there is a way to make sense with us..."

A scholar was finally embarrassed and became angry. Zhao Guanren immediately pointed at him and cursed: "Oh~You old cows don’t give birth to cubs--the bull is broken, you! Do you want to scold the street, scold the street, I will accompany you today? In the end, if you don't tell the scandal of your ancestors' three generations of picking ashes, your mother is my concubine's birth!"

"Puff~"

The other party suddenly spewed a mouthful of old blood, and fell to the ground with a frustrated face, and everyone hurriedly lifted him out in fright.

"Look! Useless as a scholar..."

Zhao Guanren sneered and said: "You can scold yourself until you vomit blood. What is the use of this kind of stuff? It's really a waste of food standing up, waste of land, and **** occupying the position of the pit. !

It's you two hundred and five! "

"Ah! There is no reason, no king..."

A scholar rushed out crying, collapsed and frantic, Zhao Guanren snorted and cursed poems, literary and vulgar, even the market shrews shunned, the literary veteran did not dare to speak. I can't scold it.

"The king didn't bully you when he first arrived, but don't let me look down on you. Bring it out..."

Zhao Guanren beckoned arrogantly, only to see that someone in the courtyard lifted out two large boxes, and after opening them, they were full of two boxes of silver ingots, which instantly dazzled everyone's eyes, and the ebony crowd suddenly Crowd silently, looking at him for unknown reasons.

"This king rewards thousands of dollars today, just ask for a poem that can be on the stage...

Zhao Guanren pointed to the opposite white wall and said: "This poem has to scold the king, and my daughter-in-law Renfu Diji will also bring in. The scolding is elegant and not vulgar, intriguing. Two thousand, hey? What is the third name?"

"Tanhua! The third place is Tanhua..."

With a frothy face, Zhao Guanren spoke subconsciously. Zhao Guanren immediately took out two silver coins and threw it to him, smiling: "You have a lot of wisdom, so many people think you are the most talented, you go to everyone Make a sample, and if you write it well, I will recommend you to the emperor!"

"Oh! Thank you for your appreciation, I will not let you down if you are born late..."

Kuangsheng ecstatically bowed and thanked him again and again. He picked up two silver coins and ran to the white wall. Some eunuchs had prepared pens and inks and offered them. As a result, this guy stood in front of the white wall and meditated. .

"Can you do it, let's change it..."

The scholars urged with grievances. Zhao Guanren was already sitting in the chair and drinking tea, holding the purple clay pot and smilingly said: "Don’t sit idle, don’t let any good poems come up, let everyone rate them collectively, the masses His eyes are sharp!"

"Look at me!"

Scholars enthusiastically came forward to write poems, dozens of brushes have been arranged in a row, these frantic rotten scholars ran over to curse the street, nothing more than to get a lot of heat, to fight for a false name, there are not many really for it. The injustice came.

Zhao Guanren is now paying money and being scolded. Even the veterans in the literary world are eager to hear the news, and are eager to show their skills. Anyway, he can't scold others, so it's good to get some face back.

"Cut~ I dare to block Lao Tzu's door and curse the street, it's really **** shell beetle hitting the lantern-looking for death (shit)..."

Zhao Guanren leaned on a chair and drank tea and smoked proudly. The maidservants took out benches to let people sit down, and politely served refreshments. The wild students ate and drank and took, and were not embarrassed to scold the street anymore, poetry Everything changed from ridicule to flirting.

"The sea laughed, the tides on both sides of the strait, ups and downs follow the waves, just remember the present..."

Suddenly!

Two vermilion doors opened, and a puff of white smoke slowly drifted out. The sound of the piano was rustling and the lingering sound around the beam, only to see the three princesses wearing white gauze on their faces and uniform white gauze skirts.

Three women, one piano, one flute, and one erhu, sitting in the gate playing and singing in unison. The white smoke of the incense burner that enhances the atmosphere makes the princesses look like fairies, the fairy spirit flutters and the dust is refined.

"Wow! It's so beautiful..."

All the talented scholars let out exclamations, Zhao Guanren stood up and laughed: "These are the three princesses from Shunguo. I learned that all the talented scholars came to the party and dedicated a song to everyone. If someone is willing to be beautiful People compose improvisational poems, and they are rewarded just as well!"

"I'm coming! Such a fairy-tone beauty, how can there be no reason not to write a poem..."

The literati poosers were all excited. No ordinary people have the opportunity to see Di Ji and the princess. Seeing that the three princesses of Shunguo are so beautiful and bubbling, even the mature and respectful gentlemen are excited and rush to the wall. Splashing ink, vying to behave in front of the princesses.

"Yongning County lord should be the one who plays the piano. He is really a man in the painting, exactly like Xiao Qiao..."

The fans are coveting to look at Yongning. Bian Ji’s cigarettes are also very popular in Kyrgyzstan, and the "Three Kingdoms Qun Ying Card" is even more sought after by everyone

Fashionable gadgets, and when Zhao Guanren designed Xiao Qiao's portrait, he created it with Yongning as a template.

"Every talented person is fortunate, we are waiting behind the door for your masterpiece..."

After the three princesses played a song, Yingying got up and thanked the guests. At the moment when the door was slowly closed, there was a huge sound of regret in the long alley.

"Oh! Such a grand occasion is really rare, this king is also a poetry..."

Zhao Guanren walked to the wall and said loudly: "There are always villains who say that this king is plagiarizing. This king will use his strength to tell everyone today that he will not do plagiarism, let alone do it. I can't imitate it, please review it together!"

Zhao Guanren picked up a brush and began to write. Someone immediately slapped his **** and shouted: "Good pen! Master Ma is really like a knife, and his words are hard and strong!"

"Listen well, everyone, I'll read poems for Mr. Ma..."

Bai Mo Kuangsheng read aloud following the verse: "Wolf-smoke thousands of miles of mass graves, lonely souls in troubled times, no one visits, speechless sky and cold ink, swords and spring and autumn are paid for by blood... Well! No wonder outsiders can't imitate this poem. Murderous and majestic, it is really intriguing!"

"Not bad!"

An old man stroked his beard and praised: "It's not a killer on the battlefield, a heroic general who has fought so hard, how can he make such a **** poem, ordinary people don't even dare to think about it. , Ma Ye is really both civil and military, and also a great talent!"

"Awesome! At this time, there is a feeling of being on the scene, and Mr. Ma is really literary..."

Wuyangyang scholars nodded their heads in praise, and many people repeatedly talked about their tastes, and there is a tendency for Zhao Guanren to complain.

Who knows that Zhao Guanren wrote another poem-the world is out of my generation, and the time has passed since I entered the rivers and lakes. Huang Tu Baye talked and laughed, and he was drunk in his life.

"Hiss~"

The scholars all over the alley took a breath, and even the guards were shocked by the heavens. Such a domineering and free and easy verse, ordinary people can't do it.

After making Jin Yiwei, I have to knock your head and ask you what you think. Are you also worthy of the Emperor's Domination?

However, Zhao Guanren is the prince and the prince, and if he is not worthy of talking about Huangtu's hegemony, few people in the world are qualified.

"The poetic talent and mind of Mr. Ma Ma is really amazing..."

Everyone gave their thumbs up in admiration, and the whole alley was thunderous with applause. No one really doubted his talent anymore, and there was no evidence that he had copied the poems anymore, but this one copied a paragraph. Lyrics and copied a movie line.

"What happened, why is the thunderous cheering..."

In a carriage outside the alley, Diji Renfu quietly opened the curtain, a small plainclothes **** hurriedly got in, handed over two transcripts of poems, and said: "Wang Zhao has made two poems. Poetry, everyone praises him a lot, please take a look!"

"This..."

Di Ji Renfu quickly read the poem and exclaimed: "These two poems are so big and murderous, really he couldn't do it?"

"The old man of the Living Book of Songs is right in front of him, how can he allow him to cheat..."

The little **** reluctantly said: "Besides, he is not a battle-tested fierce general, and he can't write such a heroic verse. Zhao Wang has cut tens of thousands of heads along the way. The wind direction of the scholars has changed. The above are all love poems for you and Wang Zhao!"

"Asshole!"

Di Ji cursed angrily: "Where are the literati's character and spirit? When I saw the silver and everybody turned into a bone, I actually turned this place into a poetry club, huh~ I don't believe it is shameless. Only!"

"Your Highness!"

The little **** whispered: "Wang Zhao said everywhere in it that Lay Bao Zhai was the real plagiarism. Many people became suspicious, saying that his poetry styles are very different, and they don’t seem to be written by one person. Lay Bao Zhai came out to confront!"

"Go!"

Di Ji hurriedly said: "Hurry up and find Mr. Bao Zhai, and ask him what is going on!"