After saying that, Fang Jun quickly walked back to the desk, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the rice paper. The brush was written in one stroke.
"I have already written it. Please judge. It's not that I look down on you. As long as anyone here can write a poem better than mine, I will directly admit that I plagiarized. Otherwise, haha..."
Wow!
The whole scene went crazy.
In their opinion, Fang Jun's stick was too arrogant.
To blatantly challenge all of them is simply the fearlessness of an ignorant person.
Cheng Chuliang and the others were a little embarrassed.
Although they believed in Fang Jun's talent, everyone present was not a simple person.
Saying such words to arouse public anger, isn’t it just spreading hatred?
Seeing the angry expressions of the crowd, Cheng Chuliang and others couldn't help sighing, with a bitter smile on their faces.
In their opinion, Fang Jun must have been drunk to say such a thing.
At this time, Changsun Chong was also furious and his teeth were itching.
He has decided to find out the loopholes in Fang Jun's poetry and reduce it to worthless.
So Changsun Chong turned his head impatiently and looked at the poem written by Fang Jun.
"hiss!"
Changsun Chong took a breath of cold air.
This poem is so well written!
Not only did it fit the theme, but it also suited the occasion. It was so perfect that he couldn't find a single flaw.
Someone around him saw that Chang Sun Chong was in a daze after reading it, so they stepped forward to watch.
Not surprisingly, everyone who read this poem was a little stunned.
Those who had not seen the poem all stretched their necks to move forward.
Unfortunately, Fang Jun was already surrounded by people, making it beyond their reach.
Seeing this, Miss Mingyue picked up the rice paper on the case and read softly.
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
Miss Mingyue's soft voice gradually became lower.
Because she was completely crazy!
This poem not only contains the word "Ming Yue", but the lines between the words are also sincere and thought-provoking.
This poem describes people's loneliness, longing and many other complex emotions.
Ever since her parents and siblings were slaughtered, she has no relatives left in this world!
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Isn't this a portrayal of her life?
Ouyang Xun also murmured to himself and reread it several times before sighing: "The prince-in-law is indeed worthy of being a genius in the world! I am not as good as many!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present had complicated expressions.
There is no way, Fang Jun's poem is really good, no one can say anything more.
But just think about the fact that such a poem was written by an unlearned stick stick. This makes this arrogant guy, who claims to have studied poetry and classics for many years, how to deal with it?
Originally, everyone wanted to expose Fang Jun's plagiarism at this banquet.
But now, they realize that the clown is themselves!
For a moment, everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to Changsun Chong.
Because Fang Jun is uneducated and has no skills, these are the concepts that Chang Sun Chong instilled in them.
Now that such a change has occurred, of course everyone wants Zhang Sun Chong to give an explanation.
Facing the questioning looks from everyone, Changsun Chong was completely confused!
Didn't his younger brother say that the poem Fang Jun wrote last time was plagiarized by a blind cat who encountered a dead mouse?
How come you have created such a poem now that is far more outstanding than the last time?
Seeing everyone's confused look, Fang Jun was in a good mood.
Don't these people want to target themselves? Then they will slap you in the face with a poem of immortality.
As for whether some people would doubt such remarks as "How can one know sorrow at such a young age...", he didn't care at all.
I wrote the poem on the spot. Do you think you can provide evidence?
There is no evidence, why are you biting me?
It doesn't matter if someone says I plagiarized or plagiarized.
Do you have the ability to find Li Bai?
He was still born in hundreds of years!
Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, face each other as three people...
Ouyang Jie knew that he might never be able to write such a beautiful poem in his life.
Originally, he wanted to slap Fang Jun in the face, but now his own face was slapped loudly. Ouyang Jie was a little at a loss.
Dear sister!
What kind of stick is this?
If such people are just sticks, then what do they think of these so-called talents?
Ouyang Jie was so anxious that he was sweating profusely when he thought about the constant squeeze on Fang Jun.
He knows very well that this time he will be embarrassed!
Fang Jun didn't care whether Ouyang Jie was embarrassed or not, but said: "What do you think of this poem? It shouldn't deviate from the theme, right?"
"By the way, I won't embarrass you. I'll just use the word "Ming Yue" in the question. Is it your turn to write a poem?"
"I would like to see what masterpieces you talented people can write!"
"this……"
Ouyang Jie looked defeated and didn't know what to do for a moment.
Even though he had prepared more than a dozen poems, facing Fang Jun's poems, they were like children's dance sticks, and it was simply embarrassing to write them.
"Brother Ouyang, do you have a draft?" Fang Jun looked at Ouyang Jie with a smile.
You guys, when my buddies were reciting 300 Tang poems, you guys were still playing in the mud!
Dare to compare poems with brother, it's just asking for abuse!
Don't talk about Ouyang Jie, even if everyone present comes on stage, Fang Jun will not show off.
At this time, Ouyang Jie's expression was dull, his eyes were distracted, and he was mumbling absentmindedly.
Unfortunately, the poem he prepared did not contain the word "Ming Yue" at all.
Even if he pieced together a piece of music, it would still be far inferior to Fang Jun's.
For Ouyang Jie, who has always been proud of his literary talent, this is nothing short of a devastating blow.
He actually lost to a mallet, how could it be possible?
Not only does Fang Er only know how to hit people, but he doesn’t even know a few words. How could he write such a good poem?
Ding, the system emotion value is +5999+399+268+333...
Fang Jun was in a good mood. He looked at Ouyang Jie who was sweating profusely and asked, "Brother Ouyang, why don't you write poetry?"
"Oh, you look like you're sweating profusely because of the heat. Why don't you go back and take a shower first? I think everyone doesn't mind waiting for your masterpiece!"
A masterpiece?
What a big deal?
Ouyang Jie greeted Fang Jun's eighteenth generation ancestor!
This guy is obviously eccentric!
Besides, you came up with such a superb poem all at once. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if he showed off what he had prepared?
Seeing that Ouyang Jie didn't move for a long time, Fang Jun asked with a smile: "Brother Ouyang, let me tell you that you talented people are not good at all. You can't even compare to me as a stick, so why are you studying?"
But I feel happy in my heart.
This group of brats who don’t know the heights of heaven and earth, if I don’t blow your proud hearts to pieces today, even if I travel through this time in vain!
Especially this guy Ouyang Jie, who has been courting Princess Gaoyang, obviously trying to corner her!
This guy is so brave that he dares to covet my brother's woman and seek abuse!
Although Fang Jun didn't like to see Princess Gaoyang, she still belonged to her brother before breaking off the engagement.
If I don't give it to you, you can't take it. This is the rule.
