Song Dynasty Cannon Fodder Counterattack Record

Chapter 60 Ren Er east, west, south and north winds

Li Buqi was not angry at Mr. Ren's provocation, and the younger brothers who were about to yell and scolded slowly went to the center of the square and asked: "Is that Mr. Ren? You say I am Wen Chaogong, I don't know what I copied? You Is there any evidence?"

The scholars who were about to disperse immediately stopped.These people have long heard that the person who wrote the poem "Leading the Coquette for Hundreds of Years" was not Li Buqi at all. Recently, a person appeared in the capital who claimed to have written this poem and "Ode to the Red Plum", but the poems are different. It is not easy to draw conclusions based on empty words and no circumstantial evidence.This has become a public case in the literary world. Since someone questioned Li Buqi face to face, he had to watch this excitement.

Mr. Ren raised his voice when he saw that everyone raised his spirits: "The other day you said that you made the 'everyone has been coquettish for hundreds of years', so I wondered how a warrior could write such a poetic poem. Then I saw a person who said that the poem was written by him. This person has been studying for decades, and he has written enough poems to compile an anthology. It is more credible to say that the poem was written by him.”

At this point, Mr. Ren stopped and waited triumphantly for Li Buqi to explode, but he saw Li Buqi sneered and said, "You said 'everyone has been coquettish for hundreds of years'? The man said that the poem was written by him. Let him have his say, then. I hope he will write better poems."

After speaking, Li Buqi turned around and was about to leave.At this time, not only Master Ren stretched his neck dumbfounded, but also the scholars who were waiting to watch the fun almost collapsed.According to their thinking, Li Buqi should justify himself, should be furious, but why is he acting calm?Can not understand ah.

Li Buqi had already walked seven or eight steps, and Mr. Ren coughed unwillingly: "It's just that he himself said that he wrote the poem, but he may not be counting. I happened to see him today, so I called him here, and you confront him face to face." Just a moment, that's all right now, this public case."

Li Buqi had already learned from Yang Silang, who had sneaked into the Kaifeng mansion as a business official, that someone said in the market that those few poems were copied from him. From the closeness, Li Buqi guessed that it might be Mr. Ren's tricks.Since Mr. Ren wanted to see his jokes, he didn't give Mr. Ren a chance at all.

He unhurriedly turned around and nodded casually: "In this case, Brother Lao Ren."

Mr. Ren held his breath in his heart and felt uncomfortable, so he could only shout behind him: "Brother Zhan! The master is here, why don't you come out?"

Everyone looked behind him, and saw another white-haired old man wearing a scholar's costume coming out of the crowd: "Zhan Lin is here. Thank you, Mr. Ren, for giving this old man a chance to seek justice."

The man surnamed Zhan walked quickly to Mr. Ren, pointed at Li Buqi and said, "Li Buqi! This old man thinks you are an upright gentleman, so I show you the most proud poems. How can you take my poems to me?" Lie to other girls..."

Li Buqi immediately interrupted him: "You said you can write poetry?"

The person surnamed Zhan was taken aback by the question. The rhythm seemed a bit unexpected. Didn't Mr. Ren and the others guess that Li Buqi would first say that he didn't know him?But Li Buqi had to answer the question, so he had to say: "Of course I can write poetry!"

Li Buqi immediately said: "Then read out all your favorite poems, and let everyone judge whether you can write poems like 'each leading the way for hundreds of years'!"

Mr. Ren sneered in his heart: Although this man surnamed Zhan is not good at poetry, but several people couldn't help but put together more than a dozen poems for him. If you, Li Buqi, want to deny him in terms of literary talent, you should go to sleep.

Sure enough, the scholar surnamed Zhan also sneered and said: "Then listen carefully!" Then he read out "my own poems" one by one, and he recited more than ten poems in total before stopping.Every time Zhan read a song, Mr. Ren took the lead in cheering loudly, but Li Buqi laughed and said, "That's all? No more?"

"This is what the old man is most proud of. It's worth not mentioning the other unrefined things."

Li Buqi didn't give up, but asked again: "It's better to recite them all! In case someone else has a good poem in the future, you will say that you wrote it."

The one surnamed Zhan pretended to be angry: "I wrote that poem in the first place, so don't spit blood!"

Li Buqi stared at him with a smile on his face and said, "That's all your favorite poems? Are you sure you didn't miss one or two poems?"

The person surnamed Zhan was very uncomfortable being stared at by Li Buqi, so he could only cover up with an angry look: "I know the poems I wrote myself, how could it be missed?"

Li Buqi chuckled, flung open the folding fan in his hand, fanned Zhan twice, and said, "Then you didn't write this poem?"

Then Li Buqi turned to Mr. Ren again: "Then please trouble brother Ren to find out who wrote this poem!"

Mr. Ren and Zhan stared at the fan, and saw that there were four poems written on it.Before they could see clearly, a noble son jumped out from behind Li Buqi and snatched the fan and read the poem on it: "Keep firm on the green hills and not let go, and the roots are in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows return Be strong, let the wind from east to west, north and south! Great poem!"

The honorable disciples immediately applauded, and all the scholars present looked at Mr. Ren and the scholar surnamed Zhan who were in a daze.For a moment, one of them turned livid, and the other turned pale. That look was enough for fifteen people to watch for half a month.

Li Buqi didn't say much, he just clasped his fist at Mr. Ren: "Can you hear this poem clearly? Then thank Brother Ren for always remembering it. Please also ask Brother Ren to find out the author of this poem as soon as possible. I forgot to tell my subordinates. I still have something to do, so let's take a step first."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and shouted "Let's go!" The noble disciples surrounded Li Buqi and left the crowd laughing, leaving only Mr. Ren who was gnashing his teeth and Zhan Xiucai who was dumbfounded to be ridiculed by the scholars .

Mr. Ren hates this.According to the thoughts of the literati, he thought that when Li Buqi learned that he was labeled as Wen Chaogong and could not come forward to defend himself, he must post other poems and essays he wrote to prove his innocence, so that he could see Li Buqi's poems and essays in the end what level.If Li Buqi's level is indeed high, then just secretly disgust Li Buqi; if Li Buqi's other poems and essays are not eye-catching except for those two poems, then it will be useless even if they are posted, and it will be more solid. Wen Chaogong's reputation.

But Li Buqi's reaction was a bit strange, there was no reaction at all.Mr. Ren couldn't figure it out. He could only think that Li Buqi had obtained two poems by accident, and it was not ruled out that they were copied. He didn't have the strength to write more good poems. Xiucai came to pretend to be a poet, and made many countermeasures in order to confront Li Buqi face to face.

But today, no countermeasures were used. They just took out another poem, but the artistic conception of this poem is very suitable for Li Buqi's current situation.With this poem, who would dare to question Li Buqi's ability to write the previous two poems?
Seeing all the scholars pointing at this side, Mr. Ren's face was hot, as if he had been hit by a board.But who can blame this?
(End of this chapter)