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Chapter 39 Another Plagiarism!
Seeing that Guo Liancheng and Wang Ba were at war, Zhang Twelve knew that he should make a move.

No matter what the purpose is, Guo Liancheng is standing for him at this time. If he behaves too cowardly, he will not only offend Wang Ba, but he may not be able to please Guo Liancheng.

Think about if you offend the son of the biggest civil servant and military officer in Liangzhou City at the same time, wow, don't be too exciting.

And if he can perform well and win over a guard's son as an ally, well, it seems pretty good.

So he bowed to Guo Liancheng and said, "Mr. Guo is so righteous, I am very grateful! But with Mr. Song's poetic talent, I really don't pay attention to it!"

If you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous...

Song Jizheng, who was choked by Guo Liancheng, had already retreated and sat down, but now he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood when he heard Zhang Twelve's provocation!

He directly attacked the case, and ignored acting and demeanor, looked at Zhang Twelve's eyes as if they were about to burst into flames, pointed at him and shouted: "You are a plagiarist, what face do you have to say such nonsense! I, Song, want to see what you, a plagiarist, can do today! If you can compose a poem that is better than mine today—I implore all the talents in Liangzhou to witness that Song will never compose any more poems!"

Such ruthless military orders have come out, which shows how angry Song Jizheng is this time!
Zhang Twelve squinted his eyes, but you begged me to slap you in the face, you don't care if you dig a hole!
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Lin Zimo on the stage witnessed everything that happened off the stage. It was originally a story of the two young masters fighting over her, but how did it turn into what it is now?

It seems to be because of him, right?

Lin Zimo looked at the squinting young man with a smirk on his face. Although the two of them had never spoken a word, Lin Zimo only knew from the previous eye contact that this was the most handsome man she had ever met. , the smartest one!
Could such a smart person be a plagiarist?
She didn't believe it anyway.

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at that handsome face again, with inexplicable anticipation in my heart, and at the same time sighed for the son who wrote the acrobatic: It seems that you are going to be unlucky!

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Zhang Twelve also wanted to imitate Song Jizheng from before, shaking his head and brain, and then plagiarized a poem—a poem. Learn it!

After taking two steps forward, Xu Xu said with a smile:

"Yun thinks of clothes and flowers,

The spring breeze is blowing on the threshold of Revlon.

If I hadn't seen you in the Drunken Spring Tower,
I will meet Yaotai under the moon. "

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Needless to say, as soon as this poem came out, the building was deadly quiet.

Lin Zimo's talent is not low, and compared with Qin Yutong, he may not necessarily lose.

In particular, her attainments in poetry are no worse than most talented scholars, which is why she still wears Luo Sha until now.

But this poem—was it really for her?

She, is she really that beautiful?

Lin Zimo, who has experienced too much in Zuichunlou, blushed unexpectedly. The reason why she was shy was because she lost confidence in her appearance for the first time and began to doubt the poem. Was it written for her?

Say it wasn't for her, there was "If I didn't see you in the Drunken Spring Tower" in it, but if it was written for her—that person didn't seem to have looked at her carefully, and she was still wearing a gauze!

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While Lin Zimo was still struggling, the sound of upstairs doors opening could be heard endlessly, and then all kinds of beautiful women appeared beside the railing on the second floor, pointing their fingers at Zhang Twelve below the stage.

The girls in the Drunken Spring Tower are all talented, and they all love poetry. It is not surprising that there are talented people who are jealous of a certain girl in the building from time to time.

But it was the first time that a son of the level like Guo Liancheng and Wang Ba presented poems to Lin Zimo at the same time.

Although they wanted to watch the excitement, there were rules in the building. Others were not allowed to come out when things related to Lin Zimo were involved. One was afraid of stealing the limelight, and the other was afraid that the unhappy young master would turn his anger on them.

Can't come out, but it doesn't mean they don't want to come out.

Although they stayed in the room, their whole hearts were hanging downstairs, and they couldn't hide any troubles from their ears.

In this Drunken Spring Tower, they have seen too many talented people and heard too many poems, but most of the poems are sympathetic to the fate of the dancers and praise their beautiful hearts. It is unavoidable to give people a deliberately contrived feeling.

But this poem is very different. The sentences in this poem are rich and colorful, and the words are fluent. When reading this poem, you feel like the spring breeze is full of paper, the eyes are full of flowers, the faces of people are blurred, and the country is overwhelmed.

Moreover, this poem is cleverly imagined, easy to read, and does not reveal the traces of artificiality.

So as soon as this poem came out, the girls in the room couldn't take it anymore, no matter what his rules were, they swarmed out of the room, wanting to see what kind of young master it is to write such lines!
When he saw the young master who wrote the poem, he was taken aback again, only to see that his body was majestic and graceful, his face was like a peach petal, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, and he looked so romantic and charming. Compared with him, he seemed to be surrounded by pearls and jade, which made people feel ashamed !

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Looking at the crowd in the audience again, Zhang Twelve sighed from the bottom of his heart, looking at the crowd in the audience again, "As for the hidden goods in the young master's stomach, I am afraid that every plagiarized song can reach such a sensational level."

If he could give him a narration, he would definitely say this: The name of the number one plagiarist in the Tang Dynasty is indeed well-deserved!

And that Song Jizheng Song Gongzi stood there in a daze, his eyes wide open, empty and lifeless, his whole person was no different from being insane.

In the spirit of helping others, Zhang Twelve called out: "Young Master Song, how does this poem compare?"

"Wow~~"

Song Ji was clutching his chest, a mouthful of old blood spurted out of his mouth, his hair was disheveled, and he ran out of the Zuichun Building in a daze, causing everyone to sigh...

(End of this chapter)