Happy Little Scholar

"Ahem, Brother Qian is so talented, I admire him, I admire him!"

After Qian Duoduo said this, several young people beside him were stunned and then immediately said with a smile.

Almost all of their families are engaged in business. Although they have been forced to study since childhood, it is now difficult to even memorize them, and they know nothing about poetry and articles.

Because of this, he was despised by those literary talents, and naturally did not have a good impression of those people. Qian Duoduo could write good poems and slap those people in the face, which they were also happy to see.

Of course, because the Qian family is rich, many of their families can only survive by relying on the Qian family, and they must flatter and flatter the Qian family's young masters.

"My father often teaches me to be low-key in life. If I have talent, I will tell you. Will I publicize it everywhere like those poor ghosts..., I won't!" Qian Duoduo stretched out his hand and pressed down, saying: " As long as you know these things, don't spread them everywhere, I don't like publicity..."

"I didn't know where I bought a poem, and my tail turned up." A cold snort came from the side, and an official in a green shirt glanced aside and said, "I really think that I am a talented person, not a waste with no knowledge of writing. That’s all, taking someone else’s poetry as your own is simply shameless!”

"Who are you talking about? Who are you talking about!"

Before Qian Duoduo spoke, someone stood up next to him, turned around, looked at him dissatisfied and said.

The scholar in green shirt smiled mockingly, turned his head and said, "Whoever is shameless knows it in his heart, don't you think so?"

"If you are open-minded in your heart, why should you be afraid of what others say?"

"I'm just afraid that some people have ghosts in their hearts."

"Only he knows whether there is a ghost or not."

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There were several similarly dressed men beside the green-shirted scholar. They spoke one after another at this moment, with the mockery in their tone clearly revealed.

"If you are open-minded, you won't be afraid of other people's opinions?" Qian Duoduo stood up, walked over, looked at the person just now and asked.

The scholar nodded and said, "That's it."

Qian Duoduo asked again: "Are you open-minded?"

The man sneered and said: "Those of us who are studying have righteousness in our hearts, act openly and aboveboard, and we are naturally magnanimous."

"Aren't you afraid of other people's opinions?"

"Don't be afraid!"

"You really don't want to lift it?"

"No..." As soon as the scholar started speaking, he realized something was wrong. He retracted the next word abruptly, looked at him coldly and said, "How could I fall for such a clumsy trick?"

"Since you don't care what others say..." Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "If I said you were a son of a bitch, wouldn't you be angry?"

The scholar was startled, his face quickly turned from red to green, he pointed at him and said: "Shuzi, you Shuzi, how dare you..."

Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "Look, you can't even curse. Who is the waste?"

"Do you dare to say that you are not a waste who spends money to buy poems?" The scholar's eyes almost burst into flames as he said, "If you can write another poem of that level on the spot, I, Wan Jun, will kneel down and kowtow to you immediately. Apologize for what you said before!”

"Brother Wan..."

The faces of the scholars behind him changed, and they immediately stepped forward and said worriedly: "Brother Wan, be careful what you say..."

If that money had been used to buy two songs instead of one, after today, Wan Jun would have lost all face, and he would never be able to hold his head up in Fengzhou City!

"You guys don't need to say anything." Wan Jun waved his hand and said: "If he can buy two poems like that, Wan will admit defeat this time. If he can't do it, I will definitely kill this shameless trash who deceives the world and steals his reputation. Make it public!"

"Are you sure?" Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "If I compose another song, will you kneel down and kowtow?"

A scholar added: "It's time to create another excellent poem that everyone will recognize. If you just make up a few lines yourself, Brother Wan will have to kowtow, right?"

The movement here has long attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

Even the woman on the stage temporarily stopped her performance and looked here with surprise and confusion.

"In that case, let's take a gamble!"

Qian Duoduo nodded, looked at the stage, and said: "I remember when I first met Miss Feifei, the neon dance was still fresh in my memory. I will give this word to Miss Feifei!"

"Ah, give it to me?" The woman on the stage was stunned, unable to recover for a while.

There was already a voice coming from the audience.

"After the dream, the tower is high and locked, and the curtains are low when drunk. Last spring, regret came. The fallen flowers were independent, and the gentle swifts flew together.

I remember the first time we met Feifei, Luo Yi had two hearts. The pipa strings speak of lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds. "

The woman named Feifei on the stage was still wondering when she had worn the Luo Yi scented with double heart characters. As for the pipa, she didn’t seem to play it often. She was good at guzheng...

In the audience, the young man named Wan Jun was already stunned.

The expressions on the faces of the people behind him changed almost at the same time. They never expected that Qian Duoduo would easily throw out such a poem again.

The people around were already reciting the words in a low voice, secretly comparing it with the previous song. They both described singers, with similar styles and similar lyrics...

A person's style of poetry is generally fixed and difficult to change at the same time. It is easy for outsiders to tell whether two poems were written by the same person.

Originally, they almost believed that the previous "Partridge Sky" should be bought by Qian Duoduo, but at this moment, they were a little shaken.

After all, no talented person with such talent would be willing to sell his hard work. In fact, with such literary talent, they would not be short of money.

One poem is already a bit incredible, let alone two poems?

Qian Duoduo turned his head and looked at Wan Jun, saying: "How is it, this one is okay, what did Brother Wan say just now?"

Wan Jun's face changed. He couldn't tell which of the two poems was better, because of personal preferences and other factors, no one could tell.

Because of this, it means that Qian Duoduo has made another poem that is similar to the previous one, so he needs to kowtow to him and admit his mistake...

At this time, someone behind Wan Jun suddenly said: "You bought one, or maybe two. Unless you take out another one, there is still no way to prove that these two poems were written by you!"

"I knew you would cheat..." Qian Duoduo shook his head and said, "Then, how about you listen to this one again."

After he finished this sentence, he spoke again: "Red leaves and yellow flowers are late in autumn, and I miss travelers thousands of miles away. The flying clouds have passed, and there is no news from the returning wild geese. Where can I send a letter?

The tears are dripping by the window. I grind the inkstone. Gradually write about the separation, the deep feelings, the red paper is colorless."

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Wan Jun opened his mouth, his face was pale, and he had nothing to say this time.

The scholars behind him were also full of disbelief. How long has it been? Does he really treat writing poems and lyrics as eating and drinking?

The eyes of the people around him looking at Qian Duoduo had already changed.

He might have bought one or two poems, but he couldn't possibly tie up a talented man to write poems for him, right?

Anyone who is involved in poetry can easily see that these three poems are obviously written by the same person. Such a talented man should have been famous all over Fengzhou. How could he be a wedding dress for others?

Could it be that this Mr. Qian, who has always been a straw bag, has been hiding all the time?

Surprised expressions appeared on the faces of more and more people.

Li Yi was also surprised. In addition to surprise, he was also relieved, because after he came back, he found that Miss Liu had actually washed all the dishes. This was the first time he saw her do this in the past two years.

After putting away the bought dishes and collecting the silver bills, he talked to Miss Liu and it was almost time to go to bed.

Among the thirteen poems just now, more than eight were written by Yan Jidao. Before going to bed, Li Yi clasped his hands together and recited silently in his heart.

"Life is forced, please don't blame me, brother Yan, please don't blame me..."