Everyone looked at Yang Anxuan with joking eyes. Almost everyone believed that he had bought Wu Shaozhi's poems. Otherwise, how could a sixteen-year-old boy recite such a good poem.
Yin Dun knew Yang Anxuan's talent and learning. Would someone who could casually recite "Snow lose three points white, Mei Xun a section fragrant" want to copy Wu Shaozhi's poem?
"Guo Jingshi, you say that Yang Gongzi's poem was written by Master Wu. Is there any evidence? This poem is excellent. If it was written by Wu Fuzi years ago, why is it not recited? Guo Jingshi, don't slander others and falsely accuse others of their innocence." Yin Dun questioned.
Yin Dun said it righteously and knew clearly in his heart that if he stood up for Yang Anxuan at this time, he would definitely win the favor of the Yang family, and he would offend Dun Zhuo and Wu Shaozhi, so he didn't need to care about the Yin family's family background.
Yang Anxuan was also stunned when Guo Zhuo said, "Which song is this? Could it be that Wu Shaozhi traveled through Wang Zhihuan three hundred years later?" Thinking of this, Yang Anxuan was amused and smiled.
"I was there when I went upstairs that day. I can prove that this poem was indeed written by Wu Shao." A white-haired old man slowly walked out of the crowd, saying with a sad face.
"It's Mr. He. Mr. He is highly respected and will never lie."
"It seems that the poems written by the third son of the Yang family are really copied from Master Wu's."
"I just said, how can a young boy who has just grown up create such a masterpiece?"
The crowd was talking one after another. Yin Dun looked at Yang Anxuan and shook his head. He sighed and retreated into the crowd, no longer arguing.
Yang An's face turned pale. Why was the third brother so careless? Seeing his father's face full of anger, he would definitely be punished when he returned home. It's a small thing to be punished, but if it delays your future, what should you do?
The three of them became a tiger, and they were determined to copy poems by themselves. Yang Anxuan laughed in anger and said loudly: "You all think that I faked the poem. If I can make another one, shouldn't someone come forward and say it was him?"
Yang Quanqi stopped, looked at his third son in surprise, and said, "An Xuan, as a father, you won't sit back and watch others slander you, you just do it."
"Yes, if the Third Young Master can still write a poem about ascending to a high place, it means that the one just now was written by him."
"Hey, you think good poems are like mustard greens. You can grab a lot of them. It's impossible."
In the midst of everyone's murmurings, Yang Anxuan recited loudly: "The spring tide is white in the river, and the mountains are green in the morning. In a foreign country, the flowers and willows reflect the pavilion."
Everyone in the building took in the air-conditioning, and read another wonderful poem. They looked at Yang Anxuan with admiration. This third young master really had amazing poetic talent.
Yin Dun secretly clenched his fists. He had made the right bet just now. Yang Anxuan was indeed a quick thinker and an outstanding poet.
Yang Quanqi changed his anger to laughter, twisted his beard and sneered at Wu and Guo: "Guo Zhuo, Wu Shaozhi, which of you wrote this poem?"
Guo Zhuo's feet went weak and he sat down on the ground. Wu Shaozhi looked pale and opened his mouth, speechless.
The two of them benefited from Chen Shen and agreed to come forward to frame Yang Anxuan. Chen Shen promised to recommend them to serve as officials in Yangzhou for his eldest brother. Chen Shen's eldest brother Chen Hui is the governor of Yixing County in Yangzhou. Yangzhou is a prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River, which is much better than Xinye County.
I originally thought that as long as Yang Anxuan copied the poems, the Yang family would suffer a hidden loss. Even if Yang Quanqi was the county guard, he would not be able to deal with them openly due to his official reputation.
Who would have thought that harming others would end up harming themselves, and when Yang Anxuan's second poem came out, their wishful thinking was shattered. Next, they would have to face the wrath of the county governor, and Chen Shen might not dare to come forward to protect them.
"Prefect Yang, this poem was written by me." He Changsheng said bravely.
He Changsheng came from a poor family, and was promoted into officialdom by Chen Shen's father, Chen Rong. He successively served as Jiyang Gong Cao Shi, Xinye Chief Record Office, Chaoyang Chief Secretary, and Anchang County Magistrate. He retired three years ago.
Chen Chongxun, a younger brother of the Chen Shen clan, came to the door and handed him a letter. In order to repay the kindness of the Chen family and to plan for his descendants, He Changsheng had to destroy his reputation and come forward to slander Yang Anxuan.
As soon as Yang Anxuan's second poem came out, He Changsheng would be on the table. At this point, he could only muddy the waters, maybe there was still a glimmer of hope.
"Hahahaha, it seems there are some people who are not afraid of death." Yang Quanqi laughed angrily and said, "He Changsheng, do you think that I don't dare to kill you."
He Changsheng closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Whether the prefect kills me or not, this poem is all written by me."
This was a lie, and everyone in the building looked at He Changsheng with contempt.
"You are a thief if you are too old to die." Yang Anxuan looked at He Changsheng and said contemptuously: "What if I can still make a song?"
Yang Quanqi looked at Yang Anxuan in surprise, and the surprise almost turned into fright. The ancestors have spirits, and Xuan'er is like a poetic fairy possessed. One good poem after another, if it is spread, the scholars will be shocked, and it is possible to revive the family reputation.
He Changsheng suddenly opened his eyes, his white eyebrows twitched, and he trembled his lips and said: "If you can still write such a poem, I will jump down from the building."
There was an uproar in the building, and He Changsheng even put his life on the line.
Yang Anxuan sneered, took two steps leisurely, and said in the eyes of everyone's expectant eyes: "How is Mr. Phoenix? Jiang Huai is still young."
He Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and said, "It's just ordinary."
"The clock of creation is beautiful, the yin and yang cut off the dusk. The chest is full of clouds, and the canthus is the returning bird."
As soon as these two sentences came out, He Changsheng opened his eyes wide again, gritted his teeth and said: "It's just a coincidence, not a good poem."
"Don't worry, I have one last sentence." Yang Anxuan looked at He Changsheng who was holding on jokingly, and said word by word, "You will be at the top of the mountain, and you can see all the small mountains."
"Pa bang", He Changsheng sat down on the ground.
There was silence in the building at first, and then there was an outpouring of admiration.
"Excellent and good poems, a genius from heaven", "I will be at the top of the mountain, and I can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance, which is deeply in my heart", "Mr. It was not done by Yang Anxuan.
Yin Dun looked at Yang Anxuan, and the familiar faint smile appeared again. He was unfazed by favors and humiliations, indifferent to fame and wealth, and it didn't matter what the smile meant. Yin Dun knew that this young man would definitely shine, and he would benefit a lot from being friends with him.
Yang Quanqi smiled broadly. It didn't matter whether An Xuan wrote the poem himself or bought it. He stroked his beard and laughed and said: "Hahaha. Xuan'er, well done. Let's go."
He Changsheng and others are just dead dogs. Even if they are not dealt with, they will no longer have a foothold. As for who is behind this, Yang Quanqi knows in his heart that it is probably Chen Shen. He will deal with him when he catches He Changsheng and others.
When he returned to the government office, Yang Quanqi was still excited. When he learned that the poem was written by Yang Anxuan himself, he even praised it a few times.
Unexpectedly, the poems written by his third brother were so good. Yang An smiled deeply and felt proud.
Yang Anyuan looked at Yang Anxuan with a complicated expression. With the three poems on the Phoenix Tower and the help of Governor Xi, the third son would probably be better than him. This third brother, who was originally worried about, has become the biggest obstacle for him to take over the Yang family army.
When Yang Quanqi returned to the back house, he happily told his wife Yuan that Yang Anxuan had composed three good poems in a row on the Phoenix Tower.
When Mrs. Yuan heard her son's appearance, she was delighted and said: "Xuan'er has been smart since he was a child, and he is both civilized and martial. He will definitely be able to shine on the front door and revitalize the family reputation."
"Haha, not bad. This year, Xuan'er will most likely be ranked above the fourth grade." Yang Quanqi said happily, stroking his beard.
Yuan rolled her eyes at Yang Quanqi and said in a sour voice: "You used to listen to Dong's slander and scolded Xuan'er frequently. Now that Xuan'er has won face for you, you should reward him."
Yang Quanqi smiled awkwardly and said, "It should, it should."
Yang Qiu was spinning his little head aside. The third brother won a lottery today. He will go to him later and ask him to take him to the street to buy things. During the New Year, there will be many more delicious and fun shops on the street. The candy man that the eldest brother bought last time was eaten by himself. This time he asked the third brother to buy him little mice, piglets, and calves.
Other courtyard, Dong's residence.
Mrs. Dong knelt in front of the Buddhist altar, her sharp nails digging into the felt mat, and she spoke in a low voice.
Yang Li sat in front of the window and looked out the window in silence. After my brother came, my mother became like this, and I don’t know when she will be able to calm down. Isn’t it good for the family to live happily together? Why do you have to fight for it?
He lowered his head and picked up the embroidery piece on the table. After a while, Yang Li settled down and concentrated on embroidering the plum blossoms on the silk.
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"Bang", the celadon cup fell to the ground and scattered in all directions. Chen Shen walked around the room angrily, while Wu Shaozhi and Guo Zhuo sat aside worriedly.
Sitting back at the table, Chen Shen couldn't help but feel heartbroken when he saw a cup of tea utensils left on the table. He asked his eldest brother to buy this set of tea sets, one tael of porcelain and one tael of gold, which cost a full six taels of gold.
Thinking of the three poems written by Yang Anxuan, Chen Shen felt powerless. He used his past feelings and promised benefits, but ended up with such a result. It was not that he was not careful, but that the third son of the Yang family was too evil.
At this point, Chen Shen had no choice but to make mental plans.
The three people who came forward were He Changsheng and three others. As long as they didn't reveal themselves, it didn't matter even if Yang Quanqi knew it. Although the Yang family is famous, it is not necessarily as good as my Chen family. Without evidence, Yang Quanqi can only retaliate secretly, so he can deal with it carefully.
Glancing at Wu Shaozhi and Guo Zhuo, who were as silent as a cicada, Chen Shen thought that these two people could not stay in Xinye. If Yang Quanqi took advantage of them, he would be in trouble.
The butler was called in and explained softly. In a moment, two maids held two trays and placed them in front of Wu Shaozhi and Guo Zhuo. There were five thousand coins piled in the trays.
Chen Shen took out the letter from the case and said: "If something like this happens, you two may not be able to stay in Xinye anymore. I have written a letter to my eldest brother. You two should leave for Yangzhou immediately. When you arrive in Yixing County, my brother will I will make arrangements for you two. This five thousand yuan is my gift to you two. You two must not stay any longer. You must leave within tomorrow, otherwise things will change if you are too late."
Wu Shaozhi and Guo Zhuo looked bitter, took the letter and money, and left. The two made an appointment to meet at the south gate tomorrow morning and head to Yangzhou together.
Chen Shen twirled his beard and thought deeply. It was not until the maid came in and lit the lamp that he realized that it was already dark.
Clan brother Chen Zhong approached on tiptoe and whispered: "Third brother, there are white flags hanging in front of the door of He Mansion. Mr. He is gone."
Ranked third among the Chen Shen clan, Chen Hui, the governor of Yixing County, is the eldest, Chen Zhong is ranked seventh, and Chen Hai is ranked eleven. Chen Zhong takes care of most of the trivial matters in the clan.
Chen Shen sat up straight and asked, "Look carefully."
"Yes. The person who reported the news saw it clearly, and even asked the servants of He Mansion."
Chen Shen patted the mat with his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, have a good death."
As soon as He Changsheng died, Chen Shen felt that the rope around his neck had loosened, and he stood up and walked back and forth in the hall excitedly. After thinking for a moment, Chen Shen softly gave Chen Zhong instructions, and Chen Zhong took the order and left.
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To the west of Jiyang City, He Mansion.
White flags are fluttering, mourning and music are mournful, the door is open, and visitors are constantly coming in and out.
He Changsheng was born in a poor family and liked to support children from poor families. When he was an official in Xinye County, he supported and supported many children from poor families, and many people came to pay their respects.
Outside the door of He Mansion, a voice said angrily: "He Gong was forced to death by Yang Anxuan."
"Brother Yuan, you can't say this. You and I were both present at that time. It was clearly Mr. He who accused the third son of the Yang family of plagiarizing poems in the Phoenix Tower. Later, the third son of the Yang family wrote three excellent poems in a row to refute Mr. He. He was speechless. Mr. He was ashamed. die."
"Li Zheng, have you forgotten that Mr. He gave you a thousand dollars when you had no food and clothing, so that you can survive today? Are you worthy of Mr. He's gift? You are ungrateful and flattering the Yang family. Today, Yuan breaks off all relations with you. From now on We meet strangers.”
"Yuan He, Mr. He dare not or forget Mr. He's great kindness, but judging from the facts, Yang Anxuan cannot be blamed for this."
Such arguments can often be heard in Jiyang City. Most people in the world help relatives but do not care about the truth. People in the world have mixed opinions about Yang Anxuan.
No matter whether they were criticized or praised, they could not stop the spread of the three poems, and Yang Anxuan's reputation gradually became known.
