Changsun Wuji's eyes fluctuated.
He never imagined that Wei Shuyu would be so troublesome.
He even spoke sharper than Wei Zheng.
"Wei Shuyu, I can admit that Chong'er's poem lost to your poem, but you still have to prove that you wrote the poem."
After pondering for a while, Changsun Wuji began to retreat and advance: "The current competition is hosted by His Majesty himself. If it is reported that Your Majesty won the victory due to a plagiarized poem, where will Your Majesty's prestige lie?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone agreed.
Even Li Shimin nodded noncommittally.
"Then how do you want to prove it?" Wei Shuyu said indifferently.
"It's easy, as long as you make another similar poem." Changsun Wuji said with a sneer.
"Nonsense."
Wei Zheng stood up immediately: "You think the noun is cabbage on the roadside? And you just said it? Who can write it in one fell swoop without inspiration?"
"This is what Wei Shuyu has to consider."
Changsun Wuji spread his hands: "If he can't do it, it's plagiarism!"
Seeing that Wei Zheng still wanted to argue a few words.
Wei Shuyu stretched out his hand to stop him.
"The poem is too long. Is it okay to write a poem?" Wei Shuyu asked Changsun Wuji.
"It's okay."
Changsun Wuji nodded generously.
If poetry is so good, everyone would be a great writer.
He didn't believe that Wei Shuyu, a brat who couldn't even memorize the Analects of Confucius, could write another masterpiece.
"Then listen carefully..."
After Wei Shuyu finished speaking, everyone pricked up their ears.
"The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke."
Just one sentence lifted everyone's spirits.
Except for Cheng Yaojin, everyone present is not weak in this area.
Whether a poem is good or not can sometimes be determined from the first sentence.
“Looking at the waterfall Kagemae River from a distance.”
Sure enough, another excellent article!
Ouyang Xun and Yu Shinan couldn't help but clenched their fists.
Here we are, with a sense of picture and artistic conception.
So what's next...
"Flying down three thousand feet."
"good!"
Chu Suiliang couldn't help but roar.
A three-thousand-foot exaggerated rhetorical technique directly takes this poem to another level.
But everyone stared at Chu Suiliang angrily.
At the critical moment, what are you yelling at?
What should I do if I interrupt someone else's train of thought?
It is taboo to disturb others before they have finished their work.
Wei Shuyu smiled nonchalantly, and seven words popped out of his mouth...
"I suspect it's a toad swinging on a swing."
"good!"
Chu Suiliang raised his arms again and shouted: "Huh? Wait... toad? What the hell is a swing?"
Everyone's eyes widened.
A picture emerged in my mind...
Under the waterfall, a toad was lying on the swing, swinging leisurely.
"Shuyu, you...are you serious?"
Wei Zheng also had black lines all over his head.
What a bullshit toad swing...
Even my own children can't bear to write half a poem.
"Yeah, isn't it quite fitting for the occasion?"
When saying this, Wei Shuyu glanced at Changsun Wuji intentionally or unintentionally.
Changsun Wuji hadn't reacted at first, but when Wei Shuyu saw him like this, his face suddenly turned green.
Is this toad talking about me?
"Wei Shuyu!"
Changsun Wuji roared: "The preface does not match the subtitle, is this your poem? I think your poem was plagiarized!"
Ouyang Xun and others couldn't stand it any longer, so they all stepped forward to admonish: "Shu Yu, don't be ridiculous. What is this last sentence?"
"Yes, don't be anxious, take your time, think about it again, change it again..."
"Shu Yu, did Chu Suiliang disrupt your thinking? I will drive him away now."
Chu Suiliang was dumbfounded.
Then he was pushed under the stands by a few old men.
"..."
The soldiers on guard looked at him from time to time, but cursed in their hearts: Where did this stupid thing come from? It makes us stop being lazy.
"This is it."
Wei Shuyu spread his hands innocently: "Isn't this poem good?"
It’s just because it’s so good that we’re in a hurry.
You give me three sentences out of four. What do you mean?
We are all that old, how many years do we have left to live?
If you want us to die in silence, just say so!
A few people were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. For old pedants like them, the most embarrassing thing is for famous articles to slip under their noses.
Just when they wanted to exhort them again, Changsun Wuji suddenly sneered...
"And you said you didn't plagiarize it?"
Changsun Wuji faced the others and said, "You must not be deceived by this kid."
"Four lines of poetry, the first three lines are all wonderful."
"The preparations are all done, and this fourth sentence is already a matter of course."
"How could it be a toad or a swing?"
"The facts are obvious. This fourth sentence is Wei Shuyu's true level."
"Perhaps it was because the fourth sentence was missing, or Wei Shuyu forgot it, that it turned out to be so nondescript."
Changsun Wuji was talking eloquently, with a look of wisdom on his face.
When everyone heard this, they showed suspicious eyes again.
"Master Changsun is so eloquent." Wei Shuyu praised.
"Now you admit that you plagiarized?" Changsun Wuji sneered.
"I'm just afraid that if I tell you the whole story, you'll say where you saw this poem somewhere, and then you'll find excuses not to admit it."
Everyone looked at Changsun Wuji strangely.
Not to mention, it is really possible for Changsun Wuji, an old yinbi, to do this.
"..."
Looking at everyone's eyes, Changsun Wuji felt that he was insulted.
"Don't use your words. If you don't complete the last sentence, you won't be able to prove that the snow was your fault." Changsun Wuji recognized this point.
"Are the first three sentences not enough?" Wei Shuyu raised his eyebrows.
"What you do is neither fish nor fowl, so naturally it won't work."
Changsun Wuji stroked his beard: "Of course, if you have the ability, make another song, and I will admit that you are the one who made the snow!"
There should be a limit to talent, right? I don't believe you can still do it.
Shameless!
Everyone looked at him with disdain.
In such a short time, writing one excellent article is already a talent. Two articles are considered an astonishing talent. I really want to write a third one...
That is a peerless monster.
Although it was difficult, for some reason, everyone wanted to see if Wei Shuyu could do it.
"Since you want to hear it, I'll compose another song." Wei Shuyu smiled.
Really?
Everyone looked at Wei Shuyu...
"Cha Ci Bai Di Caiyunjian."
"A thousand miles of rivers and mountains will return in one day."
"The apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying."
"The toad was so scared that it crawled back up the mountain!"
As Wei Shuyu finished speaking, everyone rolled their eyes.
really……
The toad was swinging leisurely on the swing in front of him, but he was so frightened that he crawled home.
"no!"
However, as soon as the poem finished, Changsun Wuji immediately began to refute.
Why doesn't it work again?
Everyone looked at Changsun Wuji again.
Changsun Wuji also felt that he was a bit shameless, but he had to stand up...
Wei Shuyu is so talented now when he is only eleven years old. What will happen when he grows up?
What will Changsun Chong win by then?
If it drags on any longer, I might not be able to marry Chang Le.
"Who knows how many poems you plagiarized?"
Changsun Wuji said shamelessly: "If you want to convince me, you must specify the proposition!"
"Then you come up with the question."
Wei Shuyu said calmly.
In fact, I was also frightened.
If I want to ask another question to inspire military morale, I don’t have that much stock.
"Then..."
Changsun Wuji glanced at Li Shimin, Cheng Yaojin, and other civil servants...
Talking about the emperor is taboo.
There are many poems by civil servants and military generals, and Wei Shuyu also has some in stock.
His eyes glanced towards the bottom of the stands. When he glanced at a certain place, his eyes went back...
In 'Duck Pen', Choi Shin-ki is slapping his friends on the head.
"Let's make a song with the theme of children."
