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Chapter 251 Is there any poem behind the Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng?

【251. Are there any poems behind the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng"? 】

A strange article, "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" was born out of nowhere, astonishing the world.

All of a sudden, Su Qingyun became the most eye-catching and dazzling genius in the poetry club.

At this moment, any poems are eclipsed in front of it.

Everyone gathered around this "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", full of praise.

Even Jia Pingtu, who always had a high self-esteem, became completely dumb after reading "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng".

However, there was a venomous look in the crowd staring at this "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng".

It is the deep nail!
"How is it possible? How is this possible? This must be copied!"

"How could it be possible for Su Qingyun to write such a masterpiece when he was in his twenties?"

"I don't believe it! This must be plagiarism!"

A deeply contorted face, very terrifying.

With a deep side, there is naturally no shortage of licking dogs.

In order to win Jia's deep favor, the dog licking group came up with a vicious strategy after deliberation.

slander!

Splash dirty water!
Guo Youwei is Jia Shenshen's most loyal licking dog. This person is also a bit talented, but what is even more powerful is that he has read a lot of books and has the ability of photographic memory.

In order to win Jia's deep favor, a poisonous plan came to his mind.

Just when everyone was amazed by this "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng"!
Guo Youwei stepped forward, clasped his fists in salute and said:
"Mr. is truly a man of genius. He wrote such a beautiful article in an instant. His talent is unparalleled in the world!"

Su Qingyun didn't know what Guo Youwei meant?
But seeing this person's sly eyebrows and sly eyes, hiding a knife in his smile, he couldn't help asking vigilantly: "Who are you?"

Guo Youwei said: "I'm Guo Youwei, a professor at the School of Liberal Arts of Northwest University, and an advocate of the ancient prose movement!"

Su Qingyun touched his nose and said, "Professor Guo, what advice do you have?"

Guo Youwei smiled and said: "I don't dare to teach you, this "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" is so talented, I dare not give it to me at my level!"

Speaking of this, Guo Youwei changed the subject:
"But, this article looks very familiar to me! It seems to be plagiarized!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience immediately burst into flames, and everyone whispered and started discussing.

"What? This "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" is plagiarized? Impossible!"

"Such a beautiful article, where can I copy it?"

"Yeah, I can't stop this article with full marks, so where can I copy it?"

"But Su Qingyun is young and not born as a literati, how can he write such an article?"

"That's right, I don't believe that Su Qingyun can write such an article, he must have stolen it!"

"Steal? How can you say that you are a scholar? You took it without asking!"

"If you don't ask yourself, that's not stealing! Pooh, I hate these plagiarists the most, shameless people, get out of the literary world!"

All of a sudden, everyone was chattering, saying everything!

Since ancient times, literati have been neglected, and Su Qingyun's age is at this point. Whether it is doubt or jealousy, many people are unwilling to admit Su Qingyun's excellence!

At this time, A's deep eyes lit up, and he said loudly:
"Yes! It must have been plagiarized!"

"How could he, Su Qingyun, write such a good article?"

"Guo Youwei, tell everyone in detail!"

Guo Youwei was deeply affirmed by A, and he said excitedly as if he had been beaten with chicken blood:
"Everyone, to be honest, when I was young, I liked to roam the world. I once saw a small abandoned building in the mountains of western Sichuan. The name of this building is Guanyun Building!"

"Climb to this building and look from a distance, you can see a large expanse of Haizi, and you can touch the sea of ​​clouds in the sky by raising your hand!"

"And there is a couplet on the Guanyun Tower, which reads: The sunset and the lone duck fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky!"

"There is a stone tablet under the couplet, and there is an article on the stone tablet, which is very similar to the article written by Brother Su."

"Extremely similar?" Su Qingyun looked at him and said with a contemptuous smile, "Is that really the case?"

Guo Youwei nodded and said seriously:
"I love its gorgeous diction, and I have kept it in my heart. Now, I have to parrot the theory and say it for you."

After finishing speaking, Guo Youwei immediately recited the words written by Su Qingyun!
However, "the old county of Nanchang, the new mansion of Hongdu" has become "the remote place in the middle of Shu, the Tianfu of Chengdu."

"Governor Yan Gong's Yawang" became "Governor Chen Gongzhi Yawang", and "Bo, three feet of life" was changed to "Ke, three feet of life", and the rest of the article was exactly the same as Su Qingyun's.

When everyone heard this, they were all astonished. Could it be that there is really an abandoned Guanyun Tower in Sichuan and Shu, and this article is really on it?

If not, how could he recite it backwards?

"My God, I was almost cheated. This Su Qingyun thought that he could get away with plagiarizing an article?"

"Thanks to Professor Guo Youwei, who is well-informed and exposed Su Qingyun's conspiracy!"

"Let me just say, how could such a scholar write such a remarkable prose as "The Preface to the Pavilion of the King of Teng"? It would be perfectly normal to say that it is plagiarism!"

……

However, Su Qingyun listened to Guo Youwei's recitation, and said with a cold smile:

"Guo Youwei, you are a dignified professor after all, and you actually play such a sneaky trick! But parrot, recite the article I just wrote!"

"In such a short time, you can memorize it, which is amazing!"

Facing Su Qingyun's sarcasm, Guo Youwei blushed and did not breathe, and pretended to be innocent and said:

"What is Brother Su talking about? I don't know, I just hate plagiarism, so I'm just telling the truth!"

Su Qingyun's eyes became colder and colder: "Since that's the case, now that the Internet is so developed, Professor Guo dares to say where the Guanyun Building is? I believe that some netizens will go to take a look at it soon!"

Guo Youwei was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head and said:
"A few years ago when I traveled to the west of Sichuan again, I went to look for that abandoned building, but unfortunately it has been demolished, and that poem is only in my mind!"

Hearing this, Su Qingyun suddenly burst out laughing!

"Hahahahahaha! What a coincidence? Was it demolished?"

Su Qingyun laughed more and more disdainfully: "Professor Guo, is there a poem behind the article you memorized?"

Guo Youwei shook his head and said, "No poetry!"

Su Qingyun raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure there are no poems?"

Guo Youwei nodded affirmatively: "No!"

The corner of Su Qingyun's mouth curled slightly: "It's a pity, I haven't finished this article yet, and there is still a poem I haven't written yet!"

After finishing speaking, Su Qingyun picked up the pen again, and the pen walked between dragons and snakes, and a poem was completed in an instant.

"The high pavilion of King Teng is facing the Zhujiang River, and Peiyu sings Luan to stop singing and dancing."

"The painted building flies towards Nanpu clouds, and the bead curtain rolls in the rain in the western mountains at dusk."

"The shadows of the leisurely clouds and lakes are long, and things change and stars move a few degrees in autumn."

"Where is the son of the emperor in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself."

As soon as this poem came out, the audience was silent again.

After a long time, someone praised:
"A good poem, this poem has three rhymes and three flat rhymes, four sentences and one rhyme, flat and flat rhythms, multi-purpose antithesis, both the freedom of the ancient style and the sonorous beauty of the rhythmic poems. It is also a first-class good poem in the Tang Dynasty!"

(End of this chapter)