Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

Xu Zhisheng's wild laughter aroused public outrage.

"Master Xu, what are you laughing at?"

"Zhisheng, if you continue to be rude, I will break ties with you."

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Xu Zhisheng was still laughing, but now, even Princess Taikang felt that something was wrong, and with a coquettish sound, she asked softly, "Mr. Xu, what are you laughing at?"

Only then did Xu Zhisheng stop, and said sternly: "Yizhen Xiangu, Xiaosheng will ask you one last question, you may have written novels before, please answer truthfully."

Although Princess Taikang felt bad, she didn't know what went wrong.

In fact, she is just an underage girl who likes to be lively and vain.

For the royal family, money and status are nothing at all, but being worshiped and admired from the bottom of their hearts is a tempting poison to her.Being respected as a talented woman, after enjoying the life she enjoyed a few months ago, she couldn't stop herself.

Smiling and looking at Xu Zhisheng, he said slowly: "Poetry is spring and snow, and romance is just a reading material for lower Liba people. The style is not high, but I don't take it seriously."

Gu Run and the others said again: "What kind of person is a fairy, how could it be possible to write a storybook? Brother Xu's question is strange."

"Okay!" Xu Zhisheng called out.

Putting his hands behind his back: "I'm fine. Didn't the fairy make a couplet just now? A scene poem with the theme of snow, five-character rhythm." As he spoke, he shook his head at everyone: "Don't talk about the poems written by the fairy, Xiao Ke is not talented, but I also have some experience in verses. How about I come and write a few words with the fairy? The north wind is tight all night... Well, let me think about it, what should I do next?"

Another scholar said with a smile: "Zhisheng, when it comes to imperial examinations and writing stereotyped essays, I feel ashamed, but if you talk about poetry. With your level, in front of Yizhen Fairy, isn't it a classmate?"

Xu Zhisheng: "Although this is the case, Xiaosheng also wants to make a fool of himself, so I ask the fairy for advice."

Su Mu was startled, and shouted: "Fairy, today's fun is over, it's better to leave!"

Princess Taikang smiled coquettishly, and said, "Mr. Xu wants to compose a poem, okay!"

She always liked to show off on such occasions. No matter how you looked at it, the poems in "Dream of Red Mansions" greatly surpassed the level of scholars of this era.This Xu Zhisheng is not good at poetry, no matter what lines he writes, it is hard to be better than this princess.

When the time comes, why not admire me so much?

The sarcastic smile on Xu Zhisheng's face became more intense, he cleared his throat, and said: "When you open the door, the snow is still floating. Enter the mud to pity the whiteness, and pity Qiongyao everywhere."

For a moment, the hall was so quiet that the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

Princess Taikang seemed to have been hit by someone with a hammer, she couldn't believe her ears, and asked in a low voice, "What did you say?"

Xu Zhisheng: "Deliberately to prosper withered grass, but unintentionally to decorate withered sweet potatoes. The price is ripe in Gao village, and Liang Rao in Nian Ren's house."

The sound of scholars gasping for air can be heard everywhere.

It was only then that Princess Taikang realized that she had heard correctly. In an instant, her face, which had harmed the country and the people, was so pale that no trace of blood could be seen.

Amidst the bursts of air-conditioning, Xu Zhisheng's voice was clear and loud: "Jia moves the ash and flies the pipe, and the sun turns back and forth. The cold mountain has lost its green, and Dongpu does not smell the tide. It is easy to hang sparse willows, but difficult to pile up broken leaves." Banana. Musk coal melts into a treasure tripod, and a golden mink with a sleeve cage."

It turned out to be the joint sentence between Princess Taikang and Su Mu just now, but it was word for word.

Until the end: "When the mandarin ducks are wet, the emeralds will be condensed when there is no wind. The pulse is still there, and the rain is still cool. If you want to be happy today, I wish Shunyao with poems."

Even Su Mu couldn't help applauding in his heart: "This guy surnamed Xu has a good memory, he can memorize all the poems in "A Dream of Red Mansions" just once.

In "Dream of Red Mansions", the total number of words in the "Lu Xue'an Contest for the Scenery Poem" is about [-] characters. Xu Zhisheng recited it from the beginning, eloquently and with cadences.

After reading this poem, Xu Zhisheng looked at Princess Taikang with piercing eyes, his eyes full of contempt: "Yizhen, I recited it right, right?"

There was no trace of respect in his tone.

You know, Princess Taikang was really like a fairy in the eyes of all living beings before, and she can only be admired in her heart.But now, in his opinion, she is just an ordinary woman, and her moral character is useless.

Princess Taikang's pale lips were trembling, and a sentence was circling in her head over and over again: The incident happened, it was exposed, it was exposed!

At this time, someone suddenly called out: "Brother Zhisheng, what is going on here, how did you know that the couplets made by Fairy and Mei Fugui just now are verbatim?"

This sound alarmed everyone, and hundreds of young scholars shouted in disorder: "Fairy Yizhen, what is going on with this poem?"

"Fairy, how does brother Xu know your couplets?"

Gu Run also looked worried, and then yelled: "Quiet, everyone is quiet, how decent is it? If it frightens the fairy, it is not beautiful. What's so strange about this, it must be the old work of the fairy, and then Brother Xu saw it by chance."

"probably."

"Fairy, is this really the case?"

Even so, everyone didn't believe it in their hearts. Even if it was done in advance, how could Mei Fugui explain the couplet just now?

Seeing the shouts one after the other, Taikang Princess Bi still kept her face pale and murmured: "Yes... yes... it was done before."

She, who has always been playful and absurd, is panicking now, and stutters when she speaks.

Seeing that his idol was so frightened, Gu Run felt a pain in his heart, and found a reasonable excuse for Fairy Yizhen.

"Haha, haha, brother Xu is really funny, you really scared me out of waiting just now. You must have come here, hid outside and eavesdropped for a long time, come in now, and make fun of us!"

"That's right, that's for sure." The others also followed suit.

Xu Zhisheng was originally a simple person, and he said with a cold face: "Shut up, am I, Xu Zhisheng, such a boring person? I was in the state school earlier, and I was reading a book of romantic stories produced by Neishutang. , I happened to see an interesting thing. The poems in this book are exactly the same as the poems written by Zhen Taoist. Xiaosheng was puzzled, so he came here and asked Yizhen to explain something."

As he spoke, he threw the book in hand on the table: "Fang Caiyizhen, you said that you have never written a novel before, so who wrote the poems here?"

On the cover of this book, there are suddenly three big characters------Dream of Red Mansions.

"Wow!" With a sound, a large group of scholars rushed forward, surrounded the chairman, and their eyes fell on the book.

Xu Zhisheng turned to the last chapter of the book, pointed to the page, and read it, gentlemen.

Not surprisingly, his finger happened to be scratching on Lu Xue'an's scene poem.

"Ah!" Everyone shouted, and there was a rush of surprise in the shouts.

This poem is actually exactly the same as the line she and Su Mu just linked together.

Xu Zhisheng sighed, and said: "The book in Neishutang is the secret collection of Da Nei. Not many people have seen this kind of book. It must be that Yizhen Taoist happened to have seen this "Dream of Red Mansions" when he was in the capital, but I took the poems and words in it as my own, invited fame and sold them, and coaxed my Cangzhou scholars to go around. I am really inconvenient to comment on my character. Xu Zhisheng is just ashamed that he was cheated by a little girl. I am a Cangzhou scholar Lin, this embarrassment is really embarrassing!"

"I was wrong just now, I wrote this book!" Princess Taikang was so overwhelmed by all living beings that she still said this with a stubborn mouth.

Su Mu was too crowded, since Xu Zhisheng had already taken out the book.Then, the fate of Princess Taikang's disgrace is inevitable, and the instigator of all this is herself.

Although he was very happy to see this bluffing little girl suffer a lot, seeing her panicked expression, Su Mu still felt a little sympathetic.

He sighed: "Yizhen, forget it."

Gu Sangong naturally couldn't bear to see his idol being ashamed, so he also shouted: "Xu Zhisheng, don't make trouble for no reason. Didn't the fairy say that this book was written by her. It shouldn't be a big deal to read your own old works. about it?"

"Yes, yes, this book must have been written by a fairy."

"Haha, ridiculous!" Xu Zhisheng yelled angrily: "You are all fools, if it is an old work, just now Yizhen and this surnamed Mei have a couple of lines, singing and singing together, isn't it just using other people's poems as an excuse? Do you want to make yourself famous? You probably don’t know yet, but on the surface, this person surnamed Mei seems to be the same as the real enemy, but in fact they are closely related. The two poems he composed are probably plagiarized as well. I don’t know the source of one of them, but the other one is also printed in this book.”

As he spoke, he opened the book and found the poem written by Su Mu on the boat, and sneered.

"Ah!" Everyone exclaimed at the same time.

Su Mu couldn't bear it any longer, he yelled bad luck in his heart, Taikang's reputation was ruined, he himself liked it.In this way, she can be forced to go back to Beijing.But by mistake, he was also drawn into it and became a copycat.

Xu Zhisheng's expression turned sharp, and he looked at Princess Taikang closely: "Yizhen, let me ask you, did you write this book?"

Taikang was so shocked that his face turned pale: "Yes... yes... I wrote it."

"Presumptuous, you, a little girl, deserve to write this kind of book?" Xu Zhisheng scolded, "Could it be that Su Ziqiao has turned into a woman, gentlemen, this "Dream of Red Mansions" was written by my great talent, Su Mu. This book has just been published in the inner study room recently, and it has become popular among the people. Everyone is arguing that it has sold to the point where Luoyang paper is expensive in the capital. Now, everyone in the entire Northern Zhili knows that this book is Su Ziqiao's masterpiece. How dare you pretend to be the author and treat me like no one in Cangzhou! How daring!"

"Ah, is this book written by Su Ziqiao?" Upon hearing Su Mu's name, Cangzhou scholars all expressed admiration.

Someone asked again: "Is it the Su Mu Su Ziqiao whose green hills are still there and the sunset is red a few times?"