One Step to The End

Three Emperor Ji made Zhao Guanren alive and ran away. I am afraid that she deliberately used the topic to play the role. She actually ran to the palace and cried. She went around to promote Zhao Guanren's deceit, plagiarism, and extravagance.

"Shunguo children! To deceive the world and steal names, to be humiliating and gentle, especially shameless..."

Early in the morning, there was a crowd of people outside the Yihongyuan, full of poor and sour literati from all walks of life, maddening rotten Confucianism, as well as veterans of the literary world who specially came to bring the rhythm, and a group of blind questioners, directly surrounded Yihongyuan. Get up to "circle scolding".

"Crap! These poor ghosts are going crazy..."

The guards are like enemies. There is a wide alley outside the Yihong courtyard. The courtyard wall of the opposite house is about to be squeezed down, but no one dares to drive so many scholars. The emperor has to be kind to persuade him when he comes up. , Otherwise their pen can make you stink for thousands of years.

"Gurulu..."

Zhao Guanren took the tea pot and stepped out of the gate of Yihong Courtyard. Standing on the steps, he brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth while watching the scolding scolding humors, but Yihong Courtyard was originally located on the edge of the downtown area. There can be tens of thousands of people in the circle.

"Shameless! Plagiarism, you still have a smile..."

A Qingpao rushed over in anger and pointed at him and cursed. Zhao Guanren suddenly uttered a "heh" and spit a mouthful of tooth powder on the opponent's face, instantly foaming the opponent's face, and suddenly quieting down. Thinking of him dare to speak.

"You are stupid, I can't laugh yet, I dare to scold the street at this level, who gives you the courage..."

Zhao Guanren sneered: "Your old nuns chant the scriptures—the same! You actually have the face to claim to be literati, you are the starlings in the cage—just say they can’t do it! Shit shell beetle storyteller—all because of a stinky mouth! Come to the door without thinking, go to the grave and burn the toilet paper-fool your dad!"

"you you you……"

Qingpao madly made his angry Qiqiao smoke, and he was forced back several steps by his cursing skills, and he couldn't find a word to scold him.

"The shrew scolds the street..."

Someone yelled: "Let's scholars don't do shameless things. We are here to ask you why you have to plagiarize the poems of Lay Bao Zhai. You must give an explanation to scholars in the world today!"

"Are you a scholar? After a few days of reading, do you count as a person? Stealing jade, stealing incense, digging ashes and digging tombs, how many scholars are among them..."

Zhao Guanren said loudly: "Dogs are always dogs, but people may not be humans. Everyone who slaughters dogs is a scholar. Nine out of ten people can be stunned. They are useless as scholars. Not a champion, don't pretend to be a **** scholar. I am a scholar, this king is ashamed for you!"

"Good, good! We are not scholars, right..."

An old Confucian angrily yelled: "Then you have to give the literary masters, the champion scholars, tell them, how do you plagiarize and deceive the world!"

"Then you call the number one scholar, you have not even read the book, you are the oldest, are you the Dragon King of the East China Sea, how wide and wide are you..."

Zhao Guanren pointed out that everyone said loudly: "Here is one of them. It doesn't matter if you have empty heads. The key is not to get into the water. You can't read or read books. I think you are really widows. what!"

"You don't have much use, there is a way to reason with us..."

A scholar was finally embarrassed and became angry. Zhao Guanren immediately pointed at him and cursed: "Oh~ your old cow does not give birth to cubs-you are so awesome! Do you want to scold the street, scold the street to the end today, no? Tell me about the scandals of your ancestors' three generations of picking ashes, your mother counts as my concubine's birth!"

"Puff~"

The other party suddenly spewed a mouthful of old blood, and fell to the ground with a frustrated face, and everyone hurriedly lifted him out in fright.

"Look! Useless as a scholar..."

Zhao Guanren sneered and said: "You can scold yourself until you vomit blood. What is the use of this kind of stuff? It's really a waste of food while standing, a waste of land, and **** takes up the position of the pit. What is it? It's you two hundred and five!"

"Ah! There is no reason, there is no king's law..."

A scholar rushed out crying, collapsed and frantic. Zhao Guanren was full of rhetoric and cursing poems. The literary and vulgar poems were all right. Even the market shrews retreated. The literary veteran didn’t dare to speak anymore. He was really cursing. But ah.

"This king won't bully you when he first arrived, but don't let me look down on you, please carry it out..."

Zhao Guanren beckoned arrogantly, only to see that someone in the courtyard lifted out two large boxes. After opening them, they were full of two boxes of silver ingots. The eyes of everyone were dazzled in an instant, and the crowd was silent and unknown. So look at him.

"This king rewards thousands of dollars today, just for a poem that can be on the stage...

Zhao Guanren pointed to the opposite white wall and said: "This poem has to scold the king, and my daughter-in-law Renfu Diji will also bring in. The scolding is elegant and not vulgar, intriguing. The number one prize is three thousand, and the second prize is two thousand. Hey? What is the third name?"

"Tanhua! The third name is Tanhua..."

With a frothy face, Zhao Guanren spoke up subconsciously, and Zhao Guanren immediately took out two silver coins and threw them to him. He smiled and said, "You have a lot of wisdom, so many people think you are the most talented, so go and make a sample for everyone. , If you write well, I will recommend you to the emperor!"

"Oh! Thank you, Lord Ma, for your appreciation, you will not be disappointed when you are born late..."

Kuang Sheng ecstatically bowed and thanked him again and again. He picked up two silver coins and ran to the white wall. Some eunuchs had prepared pens and inks to offer them. As a result, this guy stood in front of the white wall thinking hard.

"Can you do it, let's change it..."

The scholars urged them with grievances. Zhao Guanren was already sitting on the chair of the master’s master and drank tea, holding the purple clay pot and smilingly said: “Don’t let go of everyone. If you have good poems, please go ahead and let everyone rate them collectively. The eyes of the masses are Discerning!"

"Look at me!"

Scholars eagerly stepped forward to write poems, dozens of brushes have been arranged in a large row, these frantic rotten scholars ran over to curse the streets, nothing more than to gain popularity, to fight for a false name, and there were not a few who really came here because of injustice. .

Zhao Guanren is now paying money and being scolded, and even the veterans of the literary world have heard the news, rushing to prepare to show their skills, anyway, he can't scold others, it's good to be able to find some face.

"Cut~ I dare to block Lao Tzu's door and curse the street. It's really a dung beetle hitting the lantern-looking for death (shit)..."

Zhao Guanren leaned on the chair and drank tea and smoked proudly. The maidservants took out benches to let people sit down, and politely served refreshments. The wild students ate and drank and took, and were not embarrassed to scold the street anymore. Become flirting.

"The Canghai laughed, the tides on both sides of the strait, ups and downs follow the waves, just remember the present..."

suddenly!

The two vermilion doors opened, and a puff of white smoke slowly drifted out, the sound of the piano rustled and the lingering sound around the beam, only to see the three princesses wearing white gauze and uniform white gauze skirts.

Three women, one piano, one flute, and one erhu, sit in the gate and sing in unison. The white smoke of the incense burner that enhances the atmosphere makes the princesses look like fairies, with fairy spirits floating out of the dust.

"Wow! It's so beautiful..."

All the talents let out exclamations, Zhao Guanren stood up and laughed: "These are the three princesses from Shunguo. I learned that all the talents came to the party and dedicated a song to everyone. If someone is willing to improvise for the beauties Poems are rewarded as well as they are well written!"

"I'm here! Such a fairy-tone beauty, why not write a poem..."

The literati poosers were all excited. No ordinary people have the opportunity to see Di Ji and the princess. Seeing that the three princesses of Shunguo are so beautiful, even the mature and respectful gentlemen are excited and rushed to the wall to splash ink. Fighting to behave in front of the princesses.

"It should be Princess Yongning who plays the piano. He is really a man in the picture, exactly like Xiao Qiao..."

The comrades looked at Yongning covetedly. Bian Ji’s cigarettes are also very popular in Kyrgyzstan. The "Three Kingdoms Qunying Card" is a trendy gadget that everyone seeks. When Zhao Guanren designed Xiao Qiao’s portrait, he created it using Yongning as a template. of.

"Every gifted person is fortunate, we are waiting behind the door for your masterpiece..."

After the three princesses played the song, Yingying got up to thank the guests. At the moment when the door was slowly closed, there was a huge sound of regret in the long alley.

"Oh! Such a grand occasion is really rare, this king is also a great success..."

Zhao Guanren walked to the wall and said loudly: "There are always villains who say that this king is plagiarizing. This king will use his strength to tell everyone today that the king will not do plagiarism, let alone do it, and the king’s poems cannot be imitated. , Please review together!"

Zhao Guanren picked up a brush and began to write. Someone immediately slapped his **** and shouted: "Good pen! Master Ma is really like a knife, and his words are hard and strong!"

"Listen well, everyone, I'm here to recite poems for Mr. Ma..."

Bai Mo Kuangsheng read aloud following the verse: "Wolf-smoke thousands of miles of mass graves, lonely souls in troubled times, no one visits, speechless sky and cold ink, swords and springs are paid for by blood...Well! No wonder outsiders can't imitate it, this poem is murderous, The majestic atmosphere is really intriguing!"

"good!"

An old man stroked his beard and praised: "It's not a killer on the battlefield, a heroic general who has fought so hard, how can he make such a **** poem, ordinary people don't even dare to think about it, Lord Ma It's both civil and military, talented!"

"Awesome! At this time, there is a feeling of being on the scene, and Mr. Ma is really literary..."

Wuyangyang scholars nodded their heads and praised, and many people repeatedly talked about their tastes, and there was a tendency for Zhao Guanren to complain.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Guanren wrote another poem-the world is out of my generation, and the time when he enters the rivers and lakes. Huang Tu Baye talked and laughed, and he was drunk in his life.

"Hiss~"

The scholars all over the alley took a breath, and even the guards were shocked by the heavens. Such a domineering and free and easy verse, ordinary people can't do it.

Jin Yiwei also has to knock your head when it is done, and ask what you think, you are also worthy of the Emperor Tu domineering?

However, Zhao Guanren is the prince and the prince, if he is not worthy of talking about the emperor's hegemony, few people in the world are qualified.

"The poetic talent and mind of Lord Ma Ma is really amazing..."

Everyone gave their thumbs up admiringly, and the whole alley was thunderous in applause. No one really doubted his talent anymore. There was no evidence that he had copied poems anymore. But this guy copied a piece of lyrics. Copied a movie line.

"What happened? Why is the thunderous joy..."

In a carriage outside the alley, Diji Renfu quietly opened the curtain, a plainclothes **** hurriedly got in, handed over two copied poems, and said: "Wang Zhao has now written two poems. Everyone praises him a lot, please take a look!"

"this……"

Di Ji Renfu quickly read the poem and exclaimed: "These two poems are so big and murderous. Is it really that he couldn't do it?"

"The old man of the Living Book of Songs is right in front of him, how can he allow him to cheat..."

The little **** reluctantly said: "Besides, he is not a battle-tested fierce commander, and he can't write such a heroic verse. Zhao Wang has cut tens of thousands of heads along the way. The wind direction of the scholars has changed. A love poem for you and Wang Zhao!"

"Bastard!"

Di Ji cursed angrily: "Where are the literati's vigor and strength? When I saw the silver, all of them became cartilage, and they turned this place into a poetry club. Humph~ I don't believe it can't stink this shameless person!"

"Your Highness!"

The little **** whispered: "Wang Zhao said everywhere inside that the Baozhai layman is the real plagiarism, and many people are suspicious, saying that his poetry styles are very different, and it does not seem to be done by one person. Come out and confront!"

"go!"

Di Ji hurriedly said: "Hurry up to find Mr. Baozhai and ask him what is going on!"