After the servant took out the scroll, he first handed it to Shopkeeper Mo... After taking a look at it, the latter's expression couldn't help but froze.
Immediately, he handed the scroll in his hand to the scholar closest to the writing desk.
At this point, it took about a cup of tea, and everyone in the main hall on the first floor circulated the contents of the scroll.
Of course, they deliberately skipped Gu Ningan's table in the middle of the trip. Finally, Wang Liangjiang held the scroll in his hand and came to Gu Ning'an and the others to unfold it: "Take a good look. The contents above are consistent, but the signature in it belongs to Mr. Sun, and the date is a few months ago. Got it!"
"Li, if you are still a scholar, you will openly admit your plagiarism... If you admit it, I can still respect you as a man!"
"Besides, you have seen how Mr. Sun is. At a time like this, he is not willing to accuse you of plagiarism. Even if you admit it, he will definitely not hold you accountable."
Li Xunshan clenched his fists and said seriously: "I did not plagiarize, this poem was written by me."
"You damn duck has a tough mouth!" Wang Liang pointed at Li Xunshan and asked, "Before you say this, do you dare to take off your mask first?"
"Everyone dares to show their true colors, but you always wear a black gauze mask. Have you done something wrong, so you don't dare to see others?"
As soon as these words came out, the grumpy Wei Hai couldn't hold it in any longer. He took a step forward, pointed at Wang Liang's nose and said, "You are such a fucking bitch, why did you let Mr. Li take off his mask?"
Without waiting for Wang Liang to retort, the old beggar slammed the table and said loudly: "In broad daylight, slandering others for plagiarism without any basis or evidence is already a violation of Daqian law!"
"In addition, wearing a mask is their freedom. If you force them to take it off, it is also a crime of causing trouble according to Article 72 of Volume 1 of Daqian Law!"
"Those who cause trouble in a busy city and the circumstances are serious will be given a severe beating of twenty boards and a fine of twenty taels of silver!"
The voices of Wei Hai and the old beggar became stronger and stronger. Wang Liang, who was so arrogant and aggressive, suddenly lost his sense of control at this moment.
He was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a while while pointing at the old beggar and Wei Hai, Mr. Sun upstairs spoke again: "Everyone, can you listen to what I, Mr. Sun, have to say?"
"I took out this scroll just to prove that I have written the same poem, and I did not say that Mr. Li plagiarized my article."
"Why don't you guys give me a thin face and end today's farce?"
"No!" Wei Hai yelled, pointed at Sun Xuan and scolded: "If it really ends here, this poem will really be written by you!"
"You're the shameless fucking plagiarist, and you're the one who plagiarized on the spot!"
"That's so fucking disgusting!"
Three consecutive "family greetings" made Sun Xuan feel a little uneasy.
He is a great talent, and it is impossible for him to quarrel with Wei Hai, who looks like a villain in the public eye... If he does that, he will only lose his worth.
But if he didn't scold him back, he would feel like a lump in his throat again!
"Brother, please don't use vulgar language in this elegant place." Sun Xuan just finished his words.
Wei Hai sneered and said: "Elegant land? With someone like you who has a mother but no mother's education, no matter how good the land is, it will stink like a hut!"
The old beggar chimed in: "Don't say it, this sentence is really elegant!"
"Ya! Ya's right!" Wei Hai laughed loudly without any scruples.
Seeing the other party singing and drinking, Sun Xuan really wanted to have their mouths smashed.
But now that the beauty is by his side, no matter what, he must maintain his grace.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Sun Xuan flicked his folding fan and said with a smile: "Since you insist on being serious, then Sun will accompany you today!"
"Mr. Li, regardless of whether this poem is plagiarized or not, can you tell me the title of this poem?"
"The key point of poetry lies in the title. When I was writing the poem before, I never put the title on paper. Now let's share it together and let everyone see whose title is more in line with the meaning of the poem. How about it?"
Hearing this, Gu Ningan rested beside Li Xunshan and said calmly: "Close your eyes and think about it carefully... In addition, there is a second half of this word. You can also try it with closed eyes and visualization."
There is even a second half of such a quatrain?
Li Xunshan was extremely shocked and glanced at Gu Ning'an, then followed the other person's instructions and closed his eyes to meditate.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind began to quickly replay every time he traveled thousands of miles, every time he wrote dozens of pages of letters, every time he and Ren Yue went from a happy reunion to a sad parting...
Uh-huh!
The picture in his mind turned, and Li Xunshan suddenly realized that he was alone in a boat on the Xiangjiang River.
On the bank of the river, Ren Yue's eyes were filled with tears, always staring at the direction he left.
Li Xunshan looked at the oar in his hand and the surging Xiangjiang River water. He turned around and shouted to Ren Yue on the shore: "When will this water stop and this hatred stop!"
"I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love!"
Bang!
There was a sound of heavy objects falling, and it turned out to be Wang Liang, who slapped the table and said, "My surname is Li! Mr. Sun has already written the title, why are you so dumbfounded?"
"You don't have the ability to make up a poem title on the fly, do you?"
After coming back from his deep thoughts, Li Xunshan glanced at Gu Ning'an beside him and said seriously: "Mr. Gu, I thought of it."
"Yeah." Gu Ningan nodded.
"I'm talking to you!" Seeing that he was being ignored, Wang Liang angrily yelled, "If you can't figure it out, get out of Liuming Pavilion as soon as possible."
"Ha!" Li Xunshan dipped his fingertips into some tea and wrote quickly on the table.
When the last stroke of the stroke was drawn, he said seriously: "I've finished it."
"I want to see what kind of question you made up." Wang Liang took a closer look, paused, then laughed loudly and said: "I live in Xiangjiangtou...can this be called a question? "
"I live in Xiangjiangtou? Is this or that a question? It's clearly a sentence."
"It seems that the scholar surnamed Li is really trying to plagiarize..."
"Hey, he's in a terrible situation this time. He's going to do whatever it takes to stop him."
In the attic, gossip about the title of the poem was everywhere. Almost everyone thought that such a title was not worthy of such a good poem.
"What are you talking about? You think you are a tongue-tied woman!" After scolding everyone, Wei Hai looked at Wang Liang and sarcastically said: "Where is your master's question? I've been saying think about it since just now. Well, won’t we wait for Li Xiaozi’s question to be revised now, right?”
Wang Liang, who was well prepared, suddenly opened the book in his left hand and made a "clatter" sound.
On the scroll, three big characters suddenly appeared: [Jiang Shui Si]
