Chapter 553: Tie Bone Zheng Zheng Zhao Wang Ye

Three Emperor Ji made Zhao Guanren alive and ran away. I am afraid that she

deliberately used the topic to play the role. She actually ran to the palace

and cried. She went around to promote Zhao Guanren's deceit, plagiarism, and

extravagance.

"Shunguo children! To deceive the world and steal names, to be humiliating and

gentle, especially shameless..."

Early in the morning, there was a crowd of people outside the Yihongyuan, full

of poor and sour literati from all walks of life, maddening rotten

Confucianism, as well as veterans of the literary world who specially came to

bring the rhythm, and a group of blind questioners, directly surrounded

Yihongyuan. Get up to "circle scolding".

"Crap! These poor 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 squeezed

down, but no one dares to drive so many scholars. The emperor has to be kind

to persuade him when he comes up. , Otherwise their pen can make you stink for

thousands of years.

"Gurulu..."

Zhao Guanren took the tea pot and stepped out of the gate of Yihong Courtyard.

Standing on the steps, he brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth while

watching the scolding scolding humors, but Yihong Courtyard was originally

located on the edge of the downtown area. There can be tens of thousands of

people in the circle.

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

A Qingpao rushed over in anger and pointed at him and cursed. Zhao Guanren

suddenly uttered a "heh" and spit a mouthful of tooth powder on the opponent's

face, instantly foaming the opponent's face, and suddenly quieting down.

Thinking of him dare to speak.

"You are stupid, I can't laugh yet, I dare to scold the street at this level,

who gives you the courage..."

Zhao Guanren sneered: "Your old nuns chant the scriptures—the same! You

actually have the face to claim to be literati, you are the starlings in the

cage—just say they can’t do it! Shit shell beetle storyteller—all because of a

stinky mouth! Come to the door without thinking, go to the grave and burn the

toilet paper-fool your dad!"

"you you you……"

Qingpao madly made his angry Qiqiao smoke, and he was forced back several

steps by his cursing skills, and he couldn't find a word to scold him.

"The shrew scolds the street..."

Someone yelled: "Let's scholars don't do shameless things. We are here to ask

you why you have to plagiarize the poems of Lay Bao Zhai. You must give an

explanation to scholars in the world today!"

"Are you a scholar? After a few days of reading, do you count as a person?

Stealing jade, stealing incense, digging ashes and digging 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 can be

stunned. They are useless as scholars. Not a champion, don't pretend to be a

** scholar. I am a scholar, this king is ashamed for you!"

"Good, good! We are not scholars, right..."

An old Confucian angrily yelled: "Then you have to give the literary masters,

the champion scholars, tell them, how do you plagiarize and deceive the

world!"

"Then you call the number one scholar, you have not even read the book, you

are the oldest, are you the Dragon King of the East China Sea, how wide and

wide are you..."

Zhao Guanren pointed out that everyone said loudly: "Here is one of them. It

doesn't matter if you have empty heads. The key is not to get into the water.

You can't read or read books. I think you are really widows. what!"

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

A scholar was finally embarrassed and became angry. Zhao Guanren immediately

pointed at him and cursed: "Oh~ your old cow does not give birth to cubs-you

are so awesome! Do you want to scold the street, scold the street to the end

today, no? Tell me about the scandals of your ancestors' three generations of

picking ashes, your mother counts as 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 while

standing, a waste of land, and ** takes up the position of the pit. What is

it? It's you two hundred and five!"

"Ah! There is no reason, there is no king's law..."

A scholar rushed out crying, collapsed and frantic. Zhao Guanren was full of

rhetoric and cursing poems. The literary and vulgar poems were all right. Even

the market shrews retreated. The literary veteran didn’t dare to speak

anymore. He was really cursing. But ah.

"This king won't bully you when he first arrived, but don't let me look down

on you, please carry it out..."

Zhao Guanren beckoned arrogantly, only to see that someone in the courtyard

lifted out two large boxes. After opening them, they were full of two boxes of

silver ingots. The eyes of everyone were dazzled in an instant, and the crowd

was silent and unknown. So look at him.

"This king rewards thousands of dollars today, just 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. The number one prize is three

thousand, and the second prize is two thousand. Hey? What is the third name?"

"Tanhua! The third name is Tanhua..."

With a frothy face, Zhao Guanren spoke up subconsciously, and Zhao Guanren

immediately took out two silver coins and threw them to him. He smiled and

said, "You have a lot of wisdom, so many people think you are the most

talented, so go and make a sample for everyone. , If you write well, I will

recommend you to the emperor!"

"Oh! Thank you, Lord Ma, for your appreciation, you will not be disappointed

when you are born late..."

Kuang Sheng 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 to offer them. As a result, this guy stood in front of the white wall

thinking hard.

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

The scholars urged them with grievances. Zhao Guanren was already sitting on

the chair of the master’s master and drank tea, holding the purple clay pot

and smilingly said: “Don’t let go of everyone. If you have good poems, please

go ahead and let everyone rate them collectively. The eyes of the masses are

Discerning!"

"Look at me!"

Scholars eagerly stepped forward to write poems, dozens of brushes have been

arranged in a large row, these frantic rotten scholars ran over to curse the

streets, nothing more than to gain popularity, to fight for a false name, and

there were not a few who really came here because of injustice. .

Zhao Guanren is now paying money and being scolded, and even the veterans of

the literary world have heard the news, rushing to prepare to show their

skills, anyway, he can't scold others, it's good to be able to find some face.

"Cut~ I dare to block Lao Tzu's door and curse the street. It's really a dung

beetle hitting the lantern-looking for death (shit)..."

Zhao Guanren leaned on the 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. Become flirting.

"The Canghai laughed, the tides on both sides of the strait, ups and downs

follow the waves, just remember the present..."

suddenly!

The two vermilion doors opened, and a puff of white smoke slowly drifted out,

the sound of the piano rustled and the lingering sound around the beam, only

to see the three princesses wearing white gauze and uniform white gauze

skirts.

Three women, one piano, one flute, and one erhu, sit in the gate and sing in

unison. The white smoke of the incense burner that enhances the atmosphere

makes the princesses look like fairies, with fairy spirits floating out of the

dust.

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

All the talents let out exclamations, Zhao Guanren stood up and laughed:

"These are the three princesses from Shunguo. I learned that all the talents

came to the party and dedicated a song to everyone. If someone is willing to

improvise for the beauties Poems are rewarded as well as they are well

written!"

"I'm here! Such a fairy-tone beauty, why not 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, even the mature and respectful gentlemen are excited and rushed

to the wall to splash ink. Fighting to behave in front of the princesses.

"It should be Princess Yongning who plays the piano. He is really a man in the

picture, exactly like Xiao Qiao..."

The comrades looked at Yongning covetedly. Bian Ji’s cigarettes are also very

popular in Kyrgyzstan. The "Three Kingdoms Qunying Card" is a trendy gadget

that everyone seeks. When Zhao Guanren designed Xiao Qiao’s portrait, he

created it using Yongning as a template. of.

"Every gifted person is fortunate, we are waiting behind the door for your

masterpiece..."

After the three princesses played the song, Yingying got up to thank 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 great

success..."

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 the king will not do plagiarism, let alone do it, and

the king’s poems cannot be imitated. , Please review 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'm here to recite 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 springs are paid for by blood...Well!

No wonder outsiders can't imitate it, this poem is murderous, The majestic

atmosphere is really intriguing!"

"good!"

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, Lord Ma It's

both civil and military, talented!"

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

is really literary..."

Wuyangyang scholars nodded their heads and praised, and many people repeatedly

talked about their tastes, and there was a tendency for Zhao Guanren to

complain.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Guanren wrote another poem-the world is out of my

generation, and the time when he enters 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.

Jin Yiwei also has to knock your head when it is done, and ask what you think,

you are also worthy of the Emperor Tu domineering?

However, Zhao Guanren is the prince and the prince, if he is not worthy of

talking about the emperor's hegemony, few people in the world are qualified.

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

Everyone gave their thumbs up admiringly, and the whole alley was thunderous

in applause. No one really doubted his talent anymore. There was no evidence

that he had copied poems anymore. But this guy copied a piece of lyrics.

Copied a movie line.

"What happened? Why is the thunderous joy..."

In a carriage outside the alley, Diji Renfu quietly opened the curtain, a

plainclothes ** hurriedly got in, handed over two copied poems, and said:

"Wang Zhao has now written two poems. 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. Is it really that 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

commander, 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. A love poem for you and Wang Zhao!"

"Bastard!"

Di Ji cursed angrily: "Where are the literati's vigor and strength? When I saw

the silver, all of them became cartilage, and they turned this place into a

poetry club. Humph~ I don't believe it can't stink this shameless person!"

"Your Highness!"

The little ** whispered: "Wang Zhao said everywhere inside that the Baozhai

layman is the real plagiarism, and many people are suspicious, saying that his

poetry styles are very different, and it does not seem to be done by one

person. Come out and confront!"

"go!"

Di Ji hurriedly said: "Hurry up to find Mr. Baozhai and ask him what is going

on!"