Take a plane to the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 394 Plagiarism
For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to Zhu Changyuan.

The party involved was even more taken aback!
He also saw Zhu Changyuan and Zuo Liangyu fighting fiercely just now, so he roughly guessed the origin of this person.But you and Zuo Liangyu are just fighting fiercely, why are you asking me a question?

Mao Pijiang had a premonition: the goods came from bad people.

But he also prides himself on his reputation, so today he can't refuse no matter what, knowing that the other party is deliberately embarrassing him, he has to accept the offer, because he is a brave man and a famous talent.

"Also ask Mr. Chang to enlighten me!"

Mao Bijiang bowed his hands to Zhu Changyuan, and began to look at this person seriously. Suddenly, his eyes fell on Chen Yuanyuan who was wearing a bamboo hat and veil, thoughtfully.

Zhu Changyuan was afraid that he would see something, so he turned his gaze to him with a chuckle, and said, "I don't dare to teach you, but I just came here because I heard that Mao Xiang is the number one talented person in the south of the Yangtze River. When I saw him today, he was really handsome and very handsome." ah."

"Don't dare!" Mao Pijiang hurriedly bowed.

Just kidding, Wen Wu is the first and Wu is the second. In front of so many people, he never dared to bear the reputation of the number one talent in the south of the Yangtze River, and said to Zhu Changyuan: "Please give me the title.".

Facing the river of autumn water, Zhu Changyuan fanned his fan, sighed, and said, "Young Master Mao, let me use this autumn fan in my hand as the title, regardless of the poems."

After listening to Zhu Changyuan's words, and looking at the fan in his hand, Mao Pijiang couldn't help frowning.

This question is not a good question, and it can also be said that it is not a bright question.Because fans in autumn are generally compared to useless objects, objects that can be discarded at will.For example, Ban Jieyu in the Han Dynasty wrote "Songs of Resentment", which says: "Cut it into acacia fans, and the clusters are like moonlight, coming in and out of the sleeves of the king, shaking the breeze."I often fear that the autumn festival will come, and the cold will take over the heat, and I will abandon the donation in the box, and the kindness will be lost.

Therefore, in the past dynasties, Qiushan was generally described as an abandoned woman.

"But?" Mao Pijiang became confused for a moment, "Do I have any grudges against him? I haven't abandoned the old Xiong's sister, sister or daughter or anything like that?"

"Mr. Chang, what do you mean?" Hou Fangyu stood up, looked at Zhu Changyuan and asked, "Today's literati meeting only talks about the joys of romance, why do you say that?"

Others were afraid of his Laoxiong family, but Hou Fangyu was not afraid of the powerful behind him, so he dared to stand up and question him.

Zhu Changyuan smiled slightly, and said: "Young Master Hou has misunderstood, I am just asking questions at random, if Mr. Mao can be right, then he is right, if he is not right, then let it go, there is no other intention."

After finishing speaking, he gently sat back on his seat, stretched out his hand to hold Chen Yuanyuan's little hand, and said in a low voice, "Yuanyuan, what do you think of this question I posed?"

Chen Yuanyuan nodded tremblingly, but said nothing.

After a while, Mao Pijiang was still looking at the river water in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhu Changyuan was impatient, and said: "If Mr. Mao has no subject matter, I am willing to provide you with one or two!"

Mao Pijiang turned his head to look at Zhu Changyuan, his eyes flashed brightly, he smiled coldly, and said, "Young Master Chang, enlighten me."

Zhu Changyuan no longer shy away, and said: "Wen Jun had a story with Wuzhong singer Chen Yuan in the past, why not use this as the topic, how about it?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Who is Chen Yuan?

That is Mrs. Yipin Gaoming, Princess Yanming.

Although King Yanming is dead now, all three of King Yanming's wives are wives, so how could he get his hands on them?

Qian Qianyi looked at Zhu Changyuan, speechless in his frightened heart, and thought to himself: It's over, it's over, this grandpa looks like he's going to get angry, and he's going to die in Pijiang today.

well!Qian Qianyi sighed secretly: It's only your fault that you and Chen Yuanyuan got involved.

Mao Pijiang was taken aback, Hou Fangyu was taken aback, Fang Yizhi and Chen Zhenhui were taken aback.

Because the relationship between Mao Pijiang and Chen Yuanyuan is very obscure, not many people know about it, and Mao Xiang only told their brothers about it back then, why did the old Xiong family know about it?

"What do you say if you don't understand Mr. Chang?" Mao Pijiang is not a person who turns his face and denies others, but this matter is too important. Although Zhu Changyuan is dead, any of his old subordinates can move his finger to make him risk his life. The family is gone.

"Ah!" Dong Xiaowan, who was next to him, looked at Zhu Changyuan with a pair of wonderful eyes, and said, "I'm sorry for my sister, and I don't blame my Maolang."

Zhu Changyuan bowed to Dong Xiaowan, and said: "Miss Dong's responsibility is shameful."

Mao Pijiang's face turned red and purple, and said: "Forget it, Chen Yuan and I just met by chance, so we didn't have much affection, so why let Xiaowan suffer for me."

When Chen Yuanyuan heard Mao Pijiang's words, her body trembled rapidly. Although she was wearing a bamboo hat and veil, her hatred seemed to infect the people around her.

"Don't be afraid!" Zhu Changyuan held both of her hands and said, "It's not worth it!"

"Yingying goes far away to look forward to the sky, and raises the hook to the seaside to prove the former alliance. There are laughing words by the arms of the forest, and the golden lotus disappears without a trace. The peaches disappear without a trace. The water follows the water, the water follows the wind, and the dry water disappears into the sky. The meaning of the long song Hurting the past, I am ashamed to hold the pillar at the end of my life!"

It's no wonder that Mao Pijiang is a great talent in the south of the Yangtze River, and he won applause gorgeously as soon as he uttered his words.

Zhu Changyuan felt sour in his heart, and said to Chen Yuanyuan: "This brave pioneer is really talented, and he is not a loss to Jiangzuo famous scholars!" Chen Yuanyuan sighed and said: "I made an appointment with him back then, but he didn't go there after all. .”

Needless to say, Zhu Changyuan also heard it.

Weisheng holding a pillar, it is said that in the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a man named Weisheng who made an appointment with a girl to meet under the bridge. Later, the girl didn’t come and the flood came. In order to keep the promise and wait for the girl, Weisheng hugged the pillar tightly. drowned in water.

Since Mao Pijiang here said that I am ashamed of Wei Sheng for holding the pillar, it is natural that he did not fulfill his promise like Wei Sheng.

In this poem, Mao Bijiang didn't use Zhu Changyuan's fan as the title, but he tactfully expressed his apology, and won applause, which can be described as a double harvest.

Zhu Changyuan was upset in his heart, and asked Mao Bijiang: "Mr. Mao and Miss Dong got married in August of the 11th year of Chongzhen, right?"

Dong Xiaowan nodded and said: "August Mid-Autumn Festival, my concubine and Mr. Mao will meet for life."

Zhu Changyuan said: "But I remember that the time when Mr. Mao and Chen Yuan agreed on three lives was in July of the 11th year of Chongzhen. This young master did not see your shame!"

"Pfft!" This sentence was so straightforward that many people who were drinking tea spit it out in one gulp.

Mao Pijiang's face darkened slightly. For him who is famous, this is really not a glorious thing.But although everyone knows about this kind of thing, no one is so boring as to talk about it all day long.

But Mr. Chang, what the hell is going on with you? Did you come here just to help me out?
After all, Mao Pijiang was sorry for others, so he didn't say much, but his brother quit.

Hou Fangyu stood up and defended: "Young Master Chang, I'm afraid it's just hearsay, but in fact the story has something else hidden." Hou Fangyu stood up sharply, and said: "As far as I know, brother Mao went to the appointed place to look for Chen, but what happened to Chen? I've already left, I think I'm destined to be a noble person, it's just a disharmony in God's will."

"Fart!" Zhu Changyuan glared, Hou Fangyu said "destined to be a nobleman, God's will is not in harmony" and so on, he said it euphemistically, but in fact he was already implying that Chen Yuanyuan clings to wealth and honor, and abandons arrogance and pioneers first.

The key is that after Hou Fangyu finished speaking just now, Mao Bijiang nodded and said, "Maybe so."

It's your uncle!

Not only Zhu Changyuan was furious, but even Chen Yuanyuan beside him was also furious.

Is there such a shameless person?

The so-called literati, I bah!

"Mr. Chang, you are looking good." Hou Fangyu chuckled and said, "Well, since you just wrote the title with the autumn fan, now that Mr. Ma's poem has been finished and won everyone's praise, next, Mr. Chang Want a song too?"

Seeing Zhu Changyuan's stupefied face, Fang Yizhi next to him also added fuel and jealousy, and said, "Why don't you take this autumn fan as the theme and write a poem?"

In his opinion, Zhu Changyuan is only a second-generation ancestor of the old Xiong family, and he should not have any earth-shattering literary talents.

Even Li Xin, who was next to him, was a little nervous, and stood up to take the move for Zhu Changyuan.

Zhu Changyuan raised his hand to block Li Xin, and said, "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders. Since Mr. Fang said so, I will not be polite."

To be honest, Zhu Changyuan's literary talents are mediocre, but he has cheats. Moreover, he has already prepared the poem about fans this time, so it doesn't matter, we can plagiarize it.

Zhu Changyuan fanned his fan and stood up, shaking his head and pretending to be coercive, and chanted: "If life is just like the first time you see it, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan! Wait..."

Before the next sentence was finished, Qian Qianyi typed it back.

Qian Qianyi stood up from his seat, slammed his hands together, and said, "Okay, wonderful sentence! If life is just as it was when you first saw it, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan? Hehe." He watched Zhu Changyuan also come out, and said: " Such a wonderful poem, I am afraid that I will not be able to remember it later, can I ask Mr. Chang to splash ink on the spot and write it on paper?"

I'll go to your uncle!
Zhu Changyuan scolded in his heart, can I read Lao Tzu's words?

Zhu Changyuan is still in a daze here, while Qian Qianyi and Wang Ranming on the opposite side have already prepared their pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

All right, come on, old man!
Zhu Changyuan exchanged ten copies of "Basic Calligraphy Skills Book" from the system and ate them, and then strode over.

A piece of white paper one meter square was hung on the wall.

Zhu Changyuan picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, and then picked up a pen to write: If life is just like seeing it at first, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan?Waiting for leisure to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is easy to change.

This is a poem by Nalan Xingde, a great talent in the early Qing Dynasty. Zhu Changyuan plagiarized it and ridiculed it face to face, which is just right.

"What a poem!" Qian Muzhai gave Zhu Changyuan a high look.

Originally, he thought that even if Zhu Changyuan wrote poems, he would not be able to write any good ones, but after seeing these four sentences today, he really realized Zhu Changyuan's literary talent.

"Not bad!" Many people next to him gave him a thumbs up.

Mao Pijiang's face was pale, Fang Yizhi was speechless, but Hou Fangyu smiled and said, "Mr. Chang is very talented, beyond someone's expectations."

Zhu Changyuan was proud of himself, and bowed his hands to all the talented scholars and beauties present without plagiarism and shame.

At this moment, a timid and discordant voice sounded, "Young Master Chang, this poem should not be finished here, is there still four lines left?"

(End of this chapter)