"certainly."
When Master Chu Qi heard that Old Master Wang wanted to read it, although he was reluctant to give it up, he carefully presented the poem to him.
Wang Yongzhi took it and stared at the poem scroll with a pair of turbid eyes. He was silent for a long time. His old cheeks changed several colors in an instant. The skinny knuckles holding the poem scroll turned white due to excessive force. Chu Qiye was frightened when he saw it. , for fear that he would crush it.
"Old Master Wang, what do you think? Can Ninth Brother's Jiang Xue be called an eternal quatrain?"
King Yu's cold voice came, and Jiang Yunzhou looked over subconsciously, feeling that this guy was holding back something bad.
Sure enough, the next moment, Wang Yongzhi sighed deeply:
"Hey, I didn't want to say it, but I was really depressed... This poem was actually written by me that day by the river. I felt that it still lacked some artistic conception, so I threw it away. Unexpectedly, His Highness the Ninth Prince picked it up... …”
"What?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone who had been quiet suddenly stirred up waves like a stone, and they all spoke out in surprise.
"Impossible? How could His Highness the King of Qin plagiarize?"
"Your Highness's good calligraphy shows that he is indeed a talented and learned person."
"I see that His Highness is of a heroic nature and does not seem like someone who can steal the names of other people's poems."
…
King Yu also showed a look of surprise and said loudly: "Old Master Wang, you can't say this nonsense. Although my ninth brother suffers from brain disease, he never does such things as plagiarism. I know that you are highly virtuous and respected. I’m not talking nonsense, but do you have any evidence?”
As soon as King Yu said these words, everyone suddenly woke up.
"Yes, Mr. Wang is a highly respected man. How could he joke about such a thing?"
"That's right. Could it be that His Highness the King of Qin picked up the old master's discarded manuscript paper by the river?"
"The King of Qin actually stole other people's poems for his own use!"
"Why does this plot look a bit familiar..."
…
Seeing everyone's doubts, Jiang Yunzhou curled his lips and sneered. Although this world is similar to the previous life, with prosperous Confucianism and popular poetry, the history is completely different, and there is no such person as Liu Zongyuan. He has browsed many ancient works. Except for the Four Books and Five Classics, the names of famous poems have no overlap with those in previous lives. However, he cannot read all the classics. If someone in history made Jiang Xue and he missed it, it is somewhat possible, but this However, the old master said that he did it himself. Combined with King Yu's impatient performance, he instantly understood the dirty nature of it.
Before he could say anything, Chu Banxia, who couldn't stand it anymore, jumped out angrily and asked loudly:
"Old Master Wang, you are a Confucian scholar. Please don't lie. You said this poem was written by you. Do you have any evidence?"
Wang Yongzhi solemnly returned the poem scroll to Master Chu Qi and sighed:
"Alas, I didn't think too much about it at that time. I just wanted to perfect it in the future. I didn't leave any manuscript. I wanted to take it out today. But I didn't expect that His Highness King Qin got there first, but..."
He raised his head, with a look of determination on his face:
"I can vouch for my personality. This poem is indeed written by me. Can you carefully appreciate the artistic conception in it? Is it really written by a young man?"
After listening to what Old Master Wang said, everyone began to think about the artistic conception of the poem. Most people obviously believed it and whispered:
"I just said that I always feel that the artistic conception of this poem is too profound, and it is not like it was written by a young person. It would not be surprising if it was written by an old master!"
"Yes, the vast artistic conception, the old man in the boat, is indeed much more appropriate when placed on Old Master Wang."
"I never expected that such a majestic king would plagiarize other people's poems!"
…
Master Chu Qi looked at the poem scroll in his hand in surprise, with a hesitant look in his eyes.
Even Chu Banxia was puzzled, his big eyes twitching as he looked at Jiang Yunzhou suspiciously.
Another twin girl, Chu Baizhi, had a flash of light in her eyes, secretly leaned towards Master Chu Qi, and whispered:
"Uncle Qi, I'm afraid that this volume of poems may indeed be plagiarized. It will be like a hot potato in your hands. It would be better to give it to your niece. In this way, you will neither refute His Highness nor collect plagiarism." What do you think about the infamy due to this work?"
"you……"
Chu Jihong hesitantly glanced at Old Master Wang with a determined expression, and then at his little niece who looked worried, and felt that this was a wonderful move.
Sure enough, my niece is different, I know I feel sorry for Uncle Qi.
Chu Jihong laughed and said loudly and deliberately: "Haha, Bai Zhi, Uncle Qi knows that you like cursive script the most, but he has asked for His Highness's poem volume for you. You must be good at collecting it, haha——"
"Thank you Uncle Qi."
Chu Baizhi bowed her head and saluted, her red lips secretly raised.
Everyone was still talking about King Qin's plagiarism, but not many people cared about the questionable poem. Seeing that Chu Jihong gave it to the younger generation, they thought it was very reasonable.
Chu Xiaoqing, however, didn't quite believe that Jiang Yunzhou would plagiarize other people's poems. After glancing at Jiang Yunzhou who had a disdainful expression on his face, she looked around and finally landed on the face of King Yu who couldn't hide his proud look.
Plagiarizing other people’s work…
This move is really about repaying the other person with his own way.
It is unlikely that His Highness the King of Qin would have had the manuscript to compose the poem on the spot. Even if he had, Wang Yongzhi insisted that he composed it first, and no one would doubt it. After all, Mr. Wang was a member of the generation and a highly respected academy master, how could he do such a thing? Self-destructive reputation.
Everyone will only question that the King of Qin, who already suffers from brain disease, should not be so talented. Most of these elites despise the powerful, but they pursue the powerful. If there is a chance to prove that the royal family has no real talent and learning, they will definitely criticize them verbally and attack them in groups. .
Unless His Highness the King of Qin can compose another masterpiece that is no less good than this poem, no, even if the difference is a few points, he can still compete.
But, can he...
Chu Xiaoqing looked at Jiang Yunzhou intently, her beautiful eyes filled with both worry and expectation.
"Everyone!"
Suddenly, Jiang Yunzhou shouted loudly, and the scene suddenly became quiet.
Jiang Yunzhou looked around, glanced meaningfully at King Yu, then turned to the old master Wang Yongzhi and smiled:
"Old Master Wang, are you driven by money or by lust for power?"
Wang Yongzhi suddenly became angry: "Your Highness the King of Qin, you are a prince. If you insist that this poem is written by you, I can't fight for it, but please don't spit on others..."
"Alas~"
Jiang Yunzhou immediately raised his hand to stop Wang Yongzhi from continuing.
He chuckled and said: "It doesn't matter, I don't care who made Jiang Xue for now. Since you all have doubts, I will use 'Snow' as the title and compose another song."
After saying that, he turned around and looked at Chu Xiaoqing with a sincere smile:
"Can I trouble you girl one more time?"
"good!"
Chu Xiaoqing nodded slightly without hesitation, showing a charming smile like a spring flower, which made Jiang Yunzhou slightly stunned.
Chu Xiaoqing smiled, turned around, picked up the inkstone, and started grinding it again...
Jiang Yunzhou immediately picked up his pen, splashed ink, and started writing like running water. Chu Xiaoqing was beside him and read aloud again with a voice like a silver bell:
"Qinyuan Spring·Snow."
"The scenery of the North is covered in ice for thousands of miles and snow drifting for thousands of miles."
"Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the river up and down suddenly stops flowing."
As soon as the two sentences came out, everyone was in an uproar again.
At this time, Chu Xiaoqing's voice also stopped abruptly as Jiang Yunzhou stopped writing...
