After experiencing the inscription on the plaque, Zhou Nan was still a little embarrassed.
But after seeing everyone's reaction, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Especially when the audience devalued Prince Rong as worthless, but still worshiped him on the altar, at this moment, his vanity had expanded to the extreme.
“Many people usually publish poetry collections.”
"Prince Rong just happened to come across this time. He definitely wouldn't have chosen this time specifically to imitate me."
"Although I don't know much about Prince Rong, I think he is a dignified prince after all, so he shouldn't be able to do such despicable things, right?"
As soon as Zhou Nan's words came out, everyone once again aroused heated discussions.
"Look at Mr. Zhou! What a broad mind you have!"
"Even if you are imitated by others, you always help others speak!"
"But……"
"Ahem, be careful what you say, don't say anything you shouldn't!"
"Humph, as long as everyone knows who you are talking about..."
"...These crazy gangsters are so bold!"
Cheng Susu's eyes were red and she slammed the table, her chest heaving violently due to the atmosphere.
"These people have gone too far!"
"Not to mention Song Lang, you are of noble birth, and you are a prince personally named by the Holy Emperor!"
"Your true talents and knowledge alone are enough to slap these people in the face!"
"Listening to these people talking nonsense here, I just want to tear his mouth out with my own hands!"
Looking at Cheng Susu's bulging appearance, she looked like a puffer fish, very cute.
Song Huan laughed out loud: "Look at how angry I am!"
"It's not worth it to be so angry because of these shrimp soldiers and crab generals!"
"If you get so angry again, I will be the one who feels bad for you!"
Cheng Susu blinked her eyes and seemed a little confused.
"Song Lang, aren't you angry?"
"These people said you spoke so harshly, but you actually..."
"Don't care at all?"
Song Huan smiled faintly: "If you are upright, you are not afraid of the shadow. What they say is not the real me, so why should I care?"
"Besides, as long as it is the truth, then the truth will surely surface one day."
"If you don't believe it, look -"
Song Huan stretched out his hand and saw that the scholars who had just come in were persuading everyone earnestly.
"Don't talk nonsense, okay?"
"Who said that Prince Rong saw Mr. Zhou publish a collection of poems and then followed closely and followed suit?"
"Didn't you see these big words on the cover?"
"The enlightenment reading book for university scholar Lin Zhihuan!"
"Do you know who the scholar Lin Zhihuan is?"
"That's the popular candidate for this year's Wenyuan Pavilion exam!"
"Even the current Holy Emperor has praised this many times!"
"This collection of poems is an enlightenment reading book for Master Lin. How could it be a collection of poems released after Master Zhou?"
After hearing some explanations from several scholars, everyone's expressions finally relaxed.
"The enlightenment reading of the great scholar Lin Zhihuan?"
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
"Yes! Let me see if there's anything good to see..."
The scholar holding the poetry collection quickly raised his hand: "Don't grab it!"
"Who will compensate me if I rob it?"
"If you want to hear Prince Rong's poems, I'll read them to you!"
As he spoke, the scholar cleared his throat and began to read loudly.
"Whoever abandons me will not be able to retain yesterday's day; whoever strays from my heart will have many worries today..."
"The clouds are like the clothes, the flowers are like the face, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick..."
"Zhao Ke is wearing a tassel, Wu is covered with frost and snow is bright; the silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star..."
"The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of clouds; the wind blows tens of thousands of miles across the Yumen Pass..."
"There is a bird path in Taibai in Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei; the earth collapses and the mountains destroy the strong men to death, and then the stone stacks of the ladder to the sky are connected..."
"I look forward to returning to my hometown soon. This house is so blessed; the road is like the blue sky, and I alone cannot get there..."
"..."
The scholar read one song after another, and the hall on the first floor, which had been restless just now, gradually became quiet.
Even the waiter who was cleaning the table couldn't help but stop what he was doing and stopped quietly to listen.
One poem after another, there are worries and wantons; there are beauties and knights.
There is a vast and vast world, and there is also a dangerous and narrow corner...
Everyone just listened so fascinatedly, as if they themselves were in the scene space described in the poem, and couldn't get back to their senses for a long time!
The scholar read happily, sometimes with a high tone and high spirits; sometimes he sighed with sadness and compassion.
For him, just reading this unprecedented and unprecedented poem is a great enjoyment!
I don't know how long it took, but when the scholar gathered the poems together, everyone was still fascinated by them and didn't want to stop just like that.
"How about it?"
"I told you already!"
"Prince Rong's masterpiece is truly groundbreaking and the only one in the world!"
"How could it be that you copied someone else's?"
"And how could someone with such talent be so miserable as you say?"
"What about robbing civilian girls and forcing innocent girls to death..."
"I simply don't believe that these things were done by Prince Rong!"
"You think, how could a great talent who could write such magnificent poems be so despicable..."
Before the scholar had finished speaking, everyone in the hall seemed to be stunned and hurriedly rushed out of the door of Huixian Argyle!
Even Qian Sanhao, the boss of Huixian Accord, couldn't help but excitedly said to the boy beside him: "Hurry!"
"Go to the street corner and grab the poetry book!"
"If I can grab this collection of poems, why don't I sell it for a sky-high price?"
"Even if it doesn't sell for a sky-high price, it's not too much to treat it as a family heirloom..."
After the scholar finished reading the poem, Cheng Susu's little face was also full of surprise and shock.
"Song Lang, you..."
"You wrote all these poems?"
Song Huan shook his head honestly and said, "These poems were all written by Li Taibai. He just borrowed my pen to write them down."
"Otherwise, it would be a real pity."
What Song Huan said was all true, but Cheng Susu thought that this must be Song Huan pretending to be modest in front of him.
"Mr. Song, I only knew that you were talented, but I didn't know that you could write such a masterpiece!"
"If I had known you had such a talent earlier, I would have definitely..."
Speaking of this, Cheng Susu blushed.
Song Huan teased: "What must it be?"
"Will you definitely beg your father to ask my father to marry you?"
Cheng Susu seemed to be told something that was on his mind, and she patted Song Huan in a feigned annoyance.
"Song Lang, you are making fun of me again!"
Song Huan smiled and held Cheng Susu's little hand: "Everyone below is empty, let's go."
"I'm so hungry!"
With that said, the two got up and walked downstairs.
In the blink of an eye, the bustling Huixian Accord just now turned into an empty city.
Only Zhou Nan and the boy Aqiang were left standing there with stunned faces, not knowing what happened!
"Aqiang, these people..."
"Where have all these people gone?"
The expression on Aqiang's face was a bit hard to describe: "That..."
"Sir, if your guess is correct, these people should have gone to the streets to grab poetry books..."
