Chapter 161, East window incident?

The musicians in the room all retreated and turned and left.
"Miss, you actually... Hey, let me say what is good for you." Yu Xiner looked like a heartache, saying, "Miss, you don't really have a vivid heart for this little book?"
Flowers want to smile softly, sitting directly on the ground without any image, the hair spread out, naughtyly tilted the snow and said: "What is it, my good sister, is he not a worthy object? Is it not good for him?"
"Well, it’s good, but...hey." Yu Xiner hated her incontroverted manner and said: "But you only saw one side."
"Some people, seeing how many times, will not make any sense, and some people, as long as they see one side, will suffice." Flowers want to smile, shaking the white feet, slender ankles and fair and toes Dangling.
After all, she is still only a 16-year-old girl. The girl is not afraid. When there is no outsider, she also has a mischievous side.
"Miss, you are poisoned." Xiner bitterly said: "Xinger admits that this son, in the past, is indeed a person who can be supported, and Xiner will not object, but now, the situation is different. Bloodmoon helps step by step... Hey, if he has the right to have power, he may help you, but he is just a poor scholar, but he has more than enough strength, poetry is good, character is good, and What is the use."
When I heard this, I thought about the smile in my eyes and immediately dimmed it.
The feeling, like a candle ruthlessly blown out by the wind, suddenly the whole person is like a withered flower, and there is no glory at once.
She bit her lip, her teeth are white like a pipa, and her face is full of struggle and silence.
Xiner panicked and quickly said: "Miss, I don't mean that, I..."
The flower wanted to look up and smiled slightly. "I know, silly sister, I know what you are worried about, and know that you are good for me, yeah, I can't follow him, because it will hurt him. Redness, I can't harm him... Don't worry, the deadline, and some days, I only see a few faces with the son. After the deadline, I will never meet him again."
In the last time before sinking into the sea of ​​bitterness, I have left some good memories in my life.
Is such a humble request not too much?
Otherwise, when you are really in the darkest desperate abyss, you can't see the slightest light, and what can warm the wounded and painful soul?
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When Li Mu walked down the stairs, the hall on the first floor of Wen Shengzhai was still a sea of ​​people.
The people who had been on the scene before did not distract, and it seems that the number is more than before.
When Li Mu appeared, the crowd snorted, as if a piece of ice was thrown into the boiling oil pot, and the atmosphere suddenly changed dramatically.
"It came out."
"It took so long to come out."
"Unbearable, spending everyone will not already have..."
"My goddess, I was defamed."
Someone whispered.
The former flower wanted to be tall and high, and the ice-clear jade was like a goddess in the fairy palace, because no man had ever entered her boudoir, but now, all this has come to an end.
The man who slowly descended from the stairs in front of him came out from the room where the flowers were wanted. No matter what happened inside, for many people, it means that the goddess who was tall in the past fell into the dust. It’s no longer ice and jade.
"Hey, the thief of the world, finally dared to come out." Lin Qiu Shui, the chief of the Hanshan Academy, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward and stopped Li Mu. He said: "Small and poor, you plagiarized things, and the east window happened."
Plagiarism?
What is the means to play again?
Li Mu looked at this young scholar faintly.
The performance and provocation that made the clown as bad as it did not make Li Mu feel angry.
When will the dragon care about the provoke of an ant?
He just, I feel ridiculous and pitiful.
Out of the faceless expression of Lin Qiushui, Li Mu walked outside.
Tonight, he watched the dance of the flower and made a breakthrough, opened the [Eye of the Eyes], and rushed back to the [dwelling room] courtyard, so that he could organize his thoughts and do not want to continue to entangle with such a small role. .
However, people are harmless and tigers are hurtful.
Liu Muyang of Fengming Academy, stepping forward and blocking Li Mu’s way, said:
How? Fear? Want to escape? Hehe, copying other people’s poems, after the limelight, I want to escape? How can the world be so good? Things."
Li Mu frowned.
In his heart, a sense of impatientness surged.
Turning to look at the table before, I found that I don’t know when Zheng Cunjian disappeared. The disciples sitting on the table are the disciples of the Tianjian martial arts. At this time, they all have a smile of gloating and provocation. Look at yourself.
"How? Don't you dare to speak?"
"Oh, I was dismantled, so I’m speechless."
The scholars of the two academies are noisy.
"Small poor acid, I have already invited witnesses, can prove that your first beautiful poem is plagiarism, this time, you have nothing to say." Lin Qiushui smiled coldly, came over, said: " Today, it is necessary to uncover your true face in front of everyone."
witness?
Unless there is a person from the earth, or Li Yannian Han Wudi resurrected, otherwise, there is a witness.
Li Mu didn't want to talk nonsense, pinched his fists, and prepared to take this little student who didn't know how to live, but suddenly thought that Hanshan Academy was a big force in Chang'an City. If it is offended, he should not be afraid, but Will it be difficult to think about it and ruin her reputation?
Just as Li Mu was so hesitant, in the crowd, he walked out of a gray-haired old man.
The old man looks like he is in his fifties. He wears a light white book, and his face is clear and clear. He has a little refined atmosphere. It is easy to have a good feeling when he looks at people. But what he said is very sinister. .
"You, the oldest teacher of the Hanshan Academy, the fourth-grade teacher, is far from the road. I have to be a witness. Today, the little friend’s "Grandpa poetry" is actually plagiarizing the work of the old man." The old man self-reported his home, face With a smile on the side, said: "A few days ago, the old man was slightly stunned in a pub, saw a beautiful woman, walked through the window, so he couldn't help but poetry, and even this one [good person word], So the poems and the walls, the heart is quite proud, perhaps this little friend, at the time in the pub, saw this poem, tonight, even got the use of Wen Shengzhai, it is really an old man accident. ""
The voice did not fall, and a whole burst of exclamation sounded in the hall.
Hanshan Academy, Yuanyuan Road, is still very famous in the literary world of Chang'an City. It has made such famous works as "Gang Gexing" and "Xingyuefu". Although it is not a hundred-year poem, it is also popular for a while. In the literary world of Chang'an City, the person's name can be counted as ten, and it is also one of the literary leaders of Chang'an City.
He stood up and spoke, and it was different at once.
"It turned out to be plagiarism."
"I said, such poetry, from the hands of everyone, is reasonable."
"It’s shameless, even using the poems of everyone to swindle and lie."
"And I also lied to spend flowers and want to spend all of you. It is really unforgivable to sin. He will be caught up, and the five horses will be divided into corpses."
Under the noise of the scholars of the two academies, the crowd in the hall boiled up.
"Haha, I am a genius who is not a genius, but it turned out to be a generation of thieves, hahaha, I am so shy to be with you." The singer Song Qingfei sneered at the side, falling into the stone.
Liu Muyang of Fengming Academy, with a sneer in his mouth, but his heart is a bit uncomfortable.
Because he also held the same idea, so he invited his own teacher Jia Zuoren, but unfortunately was robbed in front of the road, watching the name of a hundred-year-old poem, was snatched away by the Hanyuan Academy’s Suiyuan Road, it is a bit uncomfortable. .
"kill him."
"Get rid of his robe and hang up."
In the crowd, the short winter melon scholar of the Hanshan Academy is the most joyful.
Of course, not everyone is a fool.
Some people can naturally see that there are flaws in the words of the distant Yuan.
Because, a hundred years of poetry, even if he came by chance, on the wall of the wine cellar, but in the past few days, it is enough to spread, such poetry, is the charm of crazy communication, but why In the past few days, there has been no relevant news?
Moreover, if it is really a poem in the distant Yuan Dynasty, Lin Qiushui, who is a pro-disciple of Suiyuan, why did not point out at the time, was beaten by this young scholar, and after so long, he asked Master to come and expose it. ? This is too late to know.
However, even if it is seen, no one dares to expose it.
After all, in the literary world of Chang'an City, Hanshan Academy has a considerable status. It holds the paradox, and the right to speak is in their mouth. At this time, it is easy to confess with the Hanshan Academy. At that time, it is troublesome. Moreover, this young boy is too After being young and prosperous, he immediately offended the two literary forces of Hanshan Academy and Fengming Academy, and he even died.
Oh, there are so many unfair things in this world.
What is the reason?
Therefore, even if there are many discerning people, they will be pretending to be ignorant.
"Little friend, I am young when you are young, but I don't know how to be sensible, so I don't want to be too harsh with you. Maybe you are impulsive, so you have to do something like this." The far-off road must be gray, clean and clear, quite a bit. The temperament of a foreigner, with a smile, a kind and generous look, said: "As long as you are willing to admit, this poem is a plagiarism, the old man is not doing it today, you recognize the wrong, the old man Let you leave safely."
"Seeing no, this is the true style of the literary master."
"Master is a master, broad-minded."
The following Hanshan Academy's holdings immediately touted without losing the opportunity.
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