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Zhang Xue nodded: "This poem should be the first."

Ye Xiang touched his beard: "A poem can shock ghosts and gods, and a poem can calm the mountains and rivers. I now announce that the first place in this poetry meeting is Xiao..."

"Wait a minute."

Damn it.

Ye Xiangxiang cursed.

What happened today? Why is it that every time I announce it, someone comes out to interrupt me?

Everyone looked at the person who was talking.

A fat man with a red face said loudly: "Copied, he must have copied."

This person is none other than Zhang Jian.

Xiao Ping'an looked at Zhang Jian.

A strange light flashed in his eyes.

He couldn't help shouting in his heart: "Damn it, how did you know?"

He shook his head slightly.

He thought to himself, it seems that Zhang Jian still understands me.

Sure enough, there is a saying that is true: the person who knows you best is not yourself, but your enemy.

...

Ye Xiang frowned and asked, "Young Prince, why do you say that?"

"Mr. Ye, you don't know that Xiao Ping'an is the most dissolute person in the capital. Although he is good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, he knows nothing about poetry and songs. This is something that almost everyone in the capital knows."

Zhang Jian said indignantly.

Damn it,

If the first place falls on someone else, it's fine, but if it falls on Xiao Ping'an, he, Zhang Jian, will be the first to disagree.

"Yes, yes, what Brother Wanda said is right. We are too familiar with Xiao Ping'an. If he can really write such a good poem, I can eat shit." Ye Wudao echoed.

"Yes, young prince, what Mr. Ye said is right."

"Xiao Ping'an, a guy I know who is uneducated, once wrote a poem at home called Snow."

"The content is: The world is vague, there is a black hole on the well, the black dog is white, and the white dog is swollen. Good guy, it is said that this poem almost made Duke Xiao vomit blood."

"Plagiarist, die for me!"

A group of people were indignant.

"Ah this?"

Ye Wang looked at Xiao Ping'an with some suspicion.

At this moment, Xiao Ping'an was terribly calm. He stood there, calm and indifferent, as if he didn't take these people's doubts and scoldings to heart at all.

A trace of appreciation flashed in Ye Wang's eyes.

Let's not talk about whether this poem was written by this young man.

Just this kind of character.

Ye Wang already admired him. When he was young, he didn't have such a calm attitude. If he encountered such a thing, he would probably be panicked and lost his way.

Seriously.

Let alone other people.

Even Xiao Zhan's old friend Cen Fuzi and Xiao Ping'an's ninth sister Xiao Rong suspected that Xiao Ping'an's eternal poem was plagiarized.

It's like one day, a poor guy drove a luxury car worth five million yuan, with a peerless beauty in his arms, and appeared in front of him. If you say that this guy's money is not illegally obtained, no one will believe it.

"I ask you, did you really write this poem?"

Ye Wang walked in front of Xiao Ping'an and said seriously.

"Yes."

Xiao Ping'an nodded.

"In that case, then this first place..." Ye Wang is still willing to believe Xiao Ping'an. After all, if this poem was written by someone else, unless the original author is an idiot, he would not give a peerless poem that can be famous all over the world to others.

Even if it is sold, it will not happen.

Because even a commoner can directly enter the Shilin Academy with this poem.

As long as he enters the Shilin Academy, at least he can be a county magistrate.

By then, money and status will all come.

So, if someone really writes a good poem, unless he is killed, he will never be willing to give this poem to others.

Ye Wang was about to announce that Xiao Ping'an was the first in this poetry meeting.

Just then.

A handsome man in white clothes stood out from the crowd.

He came to Ye Wang's side.

He bowed respectfully.

He said very culturedly: "Mr. Ye, please listen to me."

Ye Wang didn't know what this guy was going to do, but he still had a good impression of this first talent in the capital. If Xiao Ping'an hadn't suddenly appeared in this Luoshui Poetry Meeting, I'm afraid the champion at this moment would have been taken by the handsome man in front of him.

"You say."

"There is actually a loophole in our poetry gathering this time."

"What do you mean by loophole?"

"There is no theme for our poetry gathering this time. Everyone can do whatever they want. This gives some inferior people an opportunity to take advantage of it. They can prepare poems in advance, or buy them, or ask others to write them.People do it, memorize it, or a long time ago, when inspiration came, record it down and deliberately use it in this poetry meeting. "

As soon as these words came out.

Damn, many people who claimed to be talented at the scene blushed.

This damn Hao Tong.

This is scolding everyone.

Fuck.

Adults see through but don't say it, do you understand?

Although this is a fact, no one will admit it.

"Well, what you said makes sense." Ye Wang nodded and said in agreement.

"So..." Hao Tong glanced at Xiao Ping'an, and a hint of murderous intent that was not easy to detect appeared in his deep eyes. It flashed away, and he had a smile on his face that made people feel like spring breeze: "In order to be fair, I want to compete with Brother Xiao."

"Oh, how do you want to compete? "

Ye Wang raised his eyebrows and smiled.

I suddenly became interested.

Hao Tong said with a smile: "Please Mr. Ye or Mr. Cen, tell me a theme. Brother Xiao and I will use the theme you two gentlemen said to create poems, and then you two will evaluate it. If this "Nian Nu Jiao Luo Shui Huai Gu" is really written by Brother Xiao."

"Then Brother Xiao must be a talented person. It must not be too difficult for him to write another masterpiece. If Brother Xiao can't do it, or the poem is too bad, it proves that the little prince is right. "

Damn it, I was the champion, but Xiao Pingan jumped out and ruined the good things. To be honest, at this moment, Hao Tong wanted to skin Xiao Pingan alive. Even if Zhang Jian didn't jump out, he would find a way to target Xiao Pingan.

It's all right now.

With Zhang Jian as the first bird, he added fuel to the fire.

The first place is still his in the end.

Hao Tong also thinks that Xiao Pingan's poem is prepared in advance like everyone else.

If Ye Wang and the other two really set the questions.

Then, as the first talent in the capital, it would be very easy for him to defeat Xiao Pingan, the first playboy in the capital.

Ye Wang looked at Hao Tong deeply.

Then.

He set his eyes on Xiao Pingan and asked lightly: "Xiao Pingan, now some people question that your poem is copied. What do you think of Hao Tong's proposal? "

If Xiao Ping'an doesn't dare to accept Hao Tong's challenge.

Then, there is no need for evidence.

This peerless poem "Nian Nujiao: Nostalgia for the Luo River" must have been copied.