Chapter 999： 306 Plagiarism?

When the hour came, the sound of a gong sounded, and then the lady offering wine appeared in the venue, followed by two blue-haired girls, each holding a huge sign.

Compared with other items such as music, books, paintings, this poem competition has a very different place. Once the question is leaked before the game, even if it is a stupid person, you can find someone to catch the knife and easily get the top.

In order to prevent the final exam questions from leaking, the Jinxin Club finals have prepared two lotteries, prepared the name of the 100th lottery and the theme of the 100th lottery, and then extracted them on the spot.

In this way, there are 10,000 possibilities. Even if the contents of the sign are leaked, it will not have much impact on the game.

It ’s just that the Jinxin Club finals in previous years were drawn by the Jiu Jiu lady and a judge, but today ’s game is related to the dispute between Dayu and Baiyue, so the opportunity to draw the second lot was given clothes.

Jiu Jiu first draws the first lottery, and she wins the poem named "Jiangchengzi".

Followed by, put on the clothes to draw a second lot, and set the theme as "dream".

In other words, the eight girls should write a word with "dream" as the theme and "Jiang Chengzi" as a placard.

The housekeeper of Qionghua Pavilion immediately wrote the name and theme of the word on a roll of white paper, and put it down from the railing on the second floor, and displayed the topic in front of the people in Qiushui Pavilion and Tingzhu Pavilion.

The gongs sounded again. This time, the poem competition was officially started. The competition time was two hours of fragrant incense. It was not short or long, and most of the girls were dignified and concentrated on thinking with their eyes closed. .

Jiang Chengzi, dream.

Several Guozijian students can't help but wonder what words they can improvise if they are in this arena. Listening to the silence in the bamboo pavilion, most of the young boys thought and thought.

The name of the word "Jiangchengzi" first stipulates the number of words in each sentence, the number of flat sentences, the total number of sentences ... then the theme of "dream" must be set.

Only two short joss sticks ...

Even if I can barely make a word, I'm afraid it's hard to come up with a boutique!

In thinking, they found that a girl in the field was the first to write, just like in the first round, it was Bai Mu Xiao again!

Although the spectators around could not see exactly what she wrote on the paper, she still looked at her intently, watching her write down freely, and watching her elegant but free and easy posture, Looking at her bright eyes, shining with confidence ...

Soon, Bai Muxiao closed her pen decisively, and after a quick inspection, she came to an end.

The rules of the final draw on the imperial examinations. Some of the lyrics written by the girls will be copied and copied, the handwriting will be hidden, and then anonymously handed over to the reviewers and the students' tasting of the Guozijian, and then the leader will be selected.

Yixiang Hong hasn't finished half of it yet, Bai Mu Xiao has already submitted the papers. If she had done this before, she would definitely put a lot of pressure on other Dayu girls, but at this moment these Dayu girls are relieved. Today, It is not an internal competition between Dayu Girls, as long as Bai Muxiao can win the Baiyue Virgin, even if they give her a green leaf today, it is not a problem.

After Bai Muxiao ended, all eyes were naturally placed on the dress. The dress really wasn't an ordinary woman. Even in this occasion, she still straightened her waist, sitting in place without squinting, watching the nose and nose. Watching the mouth, watching the heart, as if completely unaware of everything that happened around her ... It was not until the second burnt incense burned nearly a third that she took the pen with confidence.

After the two incenses were burned, the girls' works were submitted to Qionghua Pavilion, Qiushui Pavilion and Tingzhu Pavilion after they were copied.

However, it was only a few lyric poems rushed out of the two fragrant incenses, and most of the words were just made up of Ping An, but they were smooth, and there was really no artistic conception ... until Lanyi heard the fifth song:

"Ten years of life and death are two vast, unconsidered, unforgettable. A lonely grave of thousands of miles, nowhere to be desolate. Even if the meeting should be ignorant, dusty, and frosty. Night dreams suddenly returned home, Xiaoxuan window, dressing. No words, but tears and a thousand lines. It is expected that the intestinal severance will be midnight, short moon night, and short Matsuoka. "

Once this masterpiece was read out, the whole listening bamboo pavilion instantly boiled, as if it exploded.

"Wonderful, wonderful! It is a god-made work!" Huo Di, a snow-dressed man, stood up and praised him. what!"

"Yes, yes." Another scholar-like boy shook his head and shook his head, "It's an ingenuity to memorize the upper and lower dreams, and to combine reality with reality."

"This sentence is as usual, but it comes out from the lungs, with deep affection, sadness and sorrow. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have imagined that this is a woman less than ten years old. The wonderful work made by Xiangnei! I sighed to myself! "Another Tsing Yi man shook the paper fan and praised him.

"Who says a woman is worse than a man!" Xueyi Gongzi said with emotion, "... but who did this first word?"

Even if they haven't read the two remaining words, they have concluded that this word must be the deserved leader today.

But if the word was done by the maiden dress, then Dayu would really ...

Everyone looked at each other, a little uneasy in their hearts.

It's not just the boys in Zhuge who are speculating, but also in Qiushui Pavilion.

Seeing the anxiety of Fu Yunyan and Yuan Yuyi, Nan Gongxi suddenly said affirmatively: "This should be the work of my cousin."

Several girls looked at her with a sigh of relief.

Yuan Yuyi patted her chest and said, "Since you say so, I'm assured." Although Yuyuan Yuan has always felt that Nangong Aunt, a cousin, is very mean, and often looks at everyone with a strange look, it really makes People don't like it, but when it comes to Dayu's honor and interests, of course she still hopes that Bai Muxiao ... No, I hope Dayu can win!

Now that Dayu has the winning ticket in hand, Yuan Yuyi and Fu Yunyan put down their hearts, biting their ears mutteringly and smiling.

Nangong Yu is a little strange.

Nangong Yun was so sure that the word was written by Bai Mu Xiao, not because of her confidence or understanding of Bai Mu Xiao, but because the word was familiar to her.

That's right, she knows this word too!

It is not that this word was written by her, nor is this word not written by Bai Muxiao.

The problem lies precisely in--

The previous word "also" was written by Bai Mu Xiao, and each word is exactly the same.

It ’s just as it is now. When this "Jiang Cheng Zi" is shot, it is a surprise to four people, which has attracted the praise of numerous literati Mo Shi.

I still remember that in the previous life, Bai Muxiao made this word when she was fifteen years old two years later. It was a small banquet hosted by a lady show in Wangdu. Based on the theme of "missing" and writing poems and lyrics, Bai Muxiao improvised this "Jiang Chengzi" in seven steps, saying "two years of life and death, no thought, unforgettable." A few ladies were hazy with tears in their eyes. After the feast, such a masterpiece quickly spread among the scholars and scholars. Later, it spread even across the river. Blood!

Nangong Yan stared at her. Although she is not good at poetry, she also knows that poetry is the most important mood. At different times and in different circumstances, the poet or the poet's mood is different, and her experience is different. It's so different that the whole poem produces some very subtle differences.

The theme of previous lives is "missing", this time the theme is "dream".

At first glance, this "Jiangchengzi" does meet these two themes at the same time, but under the detail, you will realize that "Dream" just happens to have a relationship with Xiayi. The main purpose of this song should still be "I miss" his dead wife.

Thinking about it that way is even more interesting.

Although it is not necessary to write poems and lyrics from his own standpoint, why is a weak woman Bai Muxiao thinking of her dead wife from the perspective of a man?

Not to mention Bai Muxiao is just an unmarried boudoir woman!

If the previous life was an inspiration of Bai Mu Xiao, what about this life? What inspired her at the moment of the Jinxin Club finals?

Nangong Yun thoughtfully thought of this "Jiang Chengzi" again.

The last two sentences, "Moon Moon Night, Short Matsuoka", can be said to be lonely and lonely, but sadly dead, but Nangong Yan is staring and discovering another weirdness.

According to the first word, the poet ’s wife was buried in a hill full of dwarf pines, but in fact, according to the custom of Dayu, the northern hills planted cypress and the southern hills planted pine. Nan Gongxi still knew this after living in the grandfather's house in the south for a few years in the past, but how did a person who Bai Muxiao had never left the capital since he was born?

Doubts one after another ...

Nangong Min's heart could not help but emerge an idea-

Could it be said that this "Jiang Chengzi" was not made by Bai Muxiao?

In previous lives, Nangong Yu also wondered why a little woman Bai Muxiao could write poems with very different styles, such as grandeur, gracefulness, or sadness. But these poems by Bai Muxiao did indeed Nangong Yuan never heard of it. Although she is not good at poetry, she was born in the Nangong family, and she has never read a few books. And since Bai Mu Xiao became famous in her previous life, countless scholars have sung her poems, and no one has accused that this is what Bai Mu Xiao misappropriated ...

Is it because you have too much heart?

Maybe Bai Muxiao is talented in poetry?

At the same time that Nangong looked at his thoughts, Guan Yubai from Qionghua Pavilion was also watching this "Jiang Chengzi", and his usual light smile appeared on Junlang's face.

Xiao Yi didn't dare to be interested in poetry or anything, but by looking at the official language, Bai Yu knew that in this round of competition, Dayu should win. In other words, the day after tomorrow the royal match will be the final decisive battle between Dayu and Baiyue in Jinxin!

Xiao Yi picked up a fresh fruit on the side of the fruit plate, and narrowed it casually, looking in the direction of Qingshui Pavilion with eyes.

The emperor next to the railing turned his head at this time and asked Guanyu Bai: "An Yihou, what do you think of this game?"

The official Han Bai smiled, "Dayu will win."

The emperor raised a frown, and said with interest: "Are you sure you know the owner of this song?"

Guan Yubai's voice was leisurely. "Without concealing the emperor, the minister has ninety percent certainty."

Yuncheng suggested with a smile: "Then An Yihou might as well guess and write the name on a piece of paper. When the leader is announced later, let's see if An Yihou guessed it correctly. What does the emperor think?"

There was a hint of interest in the emperor's eyes, and the official language Baisu was nothing. He said so. I'm afraid there are at least 80%, oh no, is it 90% sure? This made the emperor feel better, nodded, and allowed.

So Guan Yubai went to a book case, quickly wrote a word, and then folded it up and gave it to Yuncheng in his sleeve.

Yuncheng didn't look in a hurry, just put it on the case table aside.

Soon, Mrs. Jijiu calculated the voting results of all the judges and Guozijian students and reported them to the emperor.

The emperor bowed his head with a smile on his lips.

At this moment, a little housekeeper stood on the side of the railing and screamed announcing that the head of the poem competition was the daughter of Bai, and read the song "Two Decades of Life and Death".

At the same time, Yuncheng also showed everyone the piece of paper in his hand, and the white piece of paper in the official language was written with a white character.

The Qionghua Pavilion was uproaring again. I don't know if it was Bai Muxiao's skill in writing lyrics or Guanyubai's ingenuity like Zhuge's reincarnation.

The emperor was very happy, fortunately, fortunately, the song "Two Decades of Life and Death in Two Decades" was made by the daughter of Bai.

Han Lingfu next to the emperor worked hard to suppress the ecstasy of his heart, was proud of his Xiaoer, and his star-like eyes shone brightly.

His Xiaoer was still astonished as before, and he was able to make such an amazing word in such a short period of time.

When she was doing this, she must be thinking of herself!

"Two decades of life and death ..." Han Lingfu said in silence.

The ancients said: See you all in one day!

Xiaoer must have a feeling in her heart before she can feel it, and make the phrase "two lives and deaths in ten years".

Yeah, Xiaoer was just jealous about dressing because he cared about him.

Because Xiaoer had him in her heart, Xiaoer tried so hard to improve her identity and stand with him!

Xiaoer did not disappoint him, she shined at the Jinxin meeting, and won the face for Dayu!

This time, the emperor will inevitably completely change Xiaoer's appearance, and he will not marry himself as Xiaoer's injustice.

Han Ling's hot eyes couldn't help looking at the gazebo outside.

At this moment, the eight girls participating in the contest are in the gazebo. They have just learned the results of the competition and can't help looking at Bai Muxiao and the Virgin.

For the first time in the four Jinxin Club games, I lost my dress!

They thought that putting on clothes would be upset and unwilling, but she did not expect that she would smile lightly, stood up calmly, and walked towards Bai Mu Xiao.

"The white girl is an extraordinary student, and she is ashamed to dress herself."

Dressing up and blessing the blessing body generously, the corner of the mouth under the veil slightly hooked, thinking of the noble and elegant highness of the three princes, and said: Also, such an outstanding man, his confidante, the woman he loves, naturally Nor will it be any ordinary woman!

Before the game, she had already found out Bai Muxiao's talents in writing and writing poems. She had made an amazing work. She knew that Bai Muxiao must be her in this competition. Win the biggest opponent.

The results were as expected!

A pair of clear blue eyes dazzled at Bai Muxiao, as if to say that even if she loses today, it does not mean that she is a loser! Tomorrow is her real battlefield!

Yeah, tomorrow's "Royal" match is the one she is bound to win!

This scene is nothing more than abandonment ...

Bai Muxiao glanced lightly at the clothes, seeming to smile, but seemed to be saying, why is the defeated army brave?

Bai Muxiao blessed herself in front of her clothes and left, leaving only a thin, arrogant back.

Today's Jinxin meeting is over. Unlike the previous day, the emperor is in a good mood, so Xiao Yi does not have to continue to accompany the sacred drive, and he returns to the palace together with Nangong Xi.

Back to her home, she should have been relieved and relaxed, but when Nangong Ai saw An Niang holding the medicated food waiting there, she suddenly felt bad.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw Xiao Yi looking at her with a smile and a look of "you drink it".

This guy, since he came to Kwai Shui himself, he has become Anniang's most loyal supporter. The left Anniang said, another Anniang asked.

Nangong sighed helplessly and coquettishly said to An Niang: "Ann Niang, you see, I'm much fatter. If I drink this medicated diet, I can't wear the summer shirt just made."

An Niang hasn't spoken yet, Xiao Yi has boldly clapped and said, "That's not easy, all the summer shirts are redone!"

Nangong looked at the medicated cup with a bitter face, and wanted to dying for a while, then heard Xiao Yi pitifully again: "Smelly girl, if you let me take medicated diet, I must say nothing!"

Xiao Yi's original intention was only to show loyalty, but the speaker had no intention, the listener was attentive, and when he heard Nangong's ears, he had a different kind of feeling.

Yes, Xiao Yi lost his mother when he was a child. Even when his grandfather was alive, I am afraid he didn't care about the small details in his life.

Nangong Yan looked down at the table and drank the medicated meal in an uproar, and suddenly said, "Ai, how about I come to cook today for lunch?"

Xiao Yi suddenly lighted his eyes and happily chanted: "Okay! Of course!"

In fact, the master had prepared lunch in the kitchen for a long time, but since the master had a rare interest, no one would have to mention it uninterestingly.

Xiao Yi became more and more happy, and began to order happily: "Smelly girl, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed pork with lotus leaf powder, braised hoof simmer ..."

This guy ... Nangong twitched at the corner of his mouth, and he really climbed up the pole.

Looking at his glorious appearance, Nangong Yan also smiled.

In fact, this feeling is really good!

Seeing this, Bai Hui instructed Xiaoya to inform the kitchen to do some preparations. Since Xiao Yi ordered these dishes, no matter if Her Majesty Nangong does not cook, the materials must be prepared quickly.

Nangong Yan changed into the plain clothes worn in the house, and went to the kitchenette. Xiao Yi also followed her, and said diligently, "Smelly girl, can I get you a shot?"

Hit?

When Nangong Min remembered her newly-married, Xiao Yi also said that she had to fight herself, and finally made the whole kitchen embarrassed.

Xiao Yi said cheerfully: "I help you wash and cut vegetables."

"Okay!" Nangong responded with a grin, and the lily behind them silently poked, washed vegetables, chopped vegetables, and so on, naturally made by the mother-in-law in the small kitchen, where to get your grandfather.

The two quickly arrived at the kitchenette, and Mrs. Song, who was informed, was waiting for them at the door of the kitchenette, and she looked so nervous that she didn't even know where to put her hands and feet.

Knowing that the master was coming, the kitchenette showed its powerful fighting power. In this short time, all the necessary materials were washed and cut.

So Xiao Yi, a dishwasher and a vegetable cutter, was useless. He could only change to a vegetable delivery worker temporarily, but he was a man who could n’t distinguish between onions and garlic, and was simply a burden in the kitchen. I still didn't know it. I was stealing food from behind Nangong Hyun. Seeing that this time his big show would be made like that day again, Nangong Heng quickly took him out of the kitchenette.

Mrs. Song was so busy that she moved the sister-in-law to sit with the grandson.

In the eyes of Xiao Yizhuo, Nangong Yan finally burned four dishes ... It took more than half an hour for the two to eat. It was already noon at this time, and Nangong Nang didn't feel hungry after taking the medicated diet, but Xiao Yi was already hungry and ate three bowls of rice. He also held the venue to clean up all the dishes made by Nangong Nang.

Nangong Yan looked at him with a smile, feeling as if something was about to overflow ...

After the two had used lunch, Nangong Yu could not wait to bathe and change clothes, washing off the fumes from the body.

Xiao Yi cautiously dangled Nangong's hair, and then hurriedly urged: "It's almost time. Smelly girl, take a nap."

Sitting in front of the dressing table, Nangong Yu was a little speechless. She wanted to say that her sunflower was over. She wanted to say that she was not a patient ... but in the end, all kinds of language turned into a smile on her face.

Take a nap and take a nap.

She lay down on the couch obediently, but she didn't feel sleepy ... so she couldn't help turning over for the first time, turning over for the second time ... when turning over for the fifth time, she found a handsome face and wondered when On the couch, she zoomed in sharply in front of her eyes, and she could almost see the long eyelashes, as if she could feel each other's breath ...

Even if Xiao Yi's looks were so beautiful and pleasing to the eye, only fright was left at this time, and Nangong his body subconsciously shrank back.

"Smelly girl, do you have any thoughts?" Xiao Yi stepped closer again. Out of Guozijian, he felt that Nangong Yu was absent-minded.

Nangong Yu hesitated for a moment. Although she said that Bai Muxiao had little to do with her, but she was puzzled but could not be answered, she couldn't help lingering.

If Xiao Yi didn't ask, she didn't intend to talk about Bai Muxiao, but since he asked, Nangong Ai told Xiao Yi her suspicion.

Xiao Yi frowned, and then suddenly smiled, "Smelly girl, you can say something similar to Xiaobai."

"Guan Gongzi?" Nangong Su suddenly felt energetic, curious, "What does Gong Gongzi say?"

"Xiao Bai said that poetry is like him, that his temperament and experience will affect his words and expressions. Different people often inadvertently bring their own unique styles when making poetry. However, he has seen Bai's The few poems written by the woman have very different description styles. If these poems were made by the same person, then ... "Xiao Yi recalled the official language at that time, and could not help but feel interesting," Then this person must It was suffered a series of fatal blows, causing the character to change dramatically again and again! "

"If the official son said the same way ..." Nangong Ai whispered, "Isn't it really my white cousin doing these poems?"

In this sense, there seems to be some truth. The Bai family has long been ridiculed, and Bai Muxiao has been a boudoir in those days of the Nangong family. Most of the time, he was taught by his mother, Nangong Yun. Can Bai Mu Xiao really make such an amazing work?

"Since Xiaobai said so, it shouldn't be wrong." Xiao Yi didn't care about Bai's daughter, but she didn't want her stinky girl to be so troublesome, "stinky girl, let me send someone to look up."

"Yeah." Nangong Nian nodded in response. Although this matter was irrelevant, she didn't understand that she always felt a little unreliable. She yawned and fell asleep gradually. , Then I have to go and cheer up Liu Niang! "

Fu Yunyan's golden heart placard was "Yu", and naturally she entered the finals, which means that she will face the dress in the future.

"Liu Niang's riding and shooting was taught by Yongyang's grandmother by no means inferior to the boys in the battlefield. She must not lose in this game." Xiao Yi was so confident that Nangong Xu was relieved a lot, and then he saw him suddenly smiling. He blinked, "Why ... I'll sleep with you?"

sleep together?

A faint blush appeared on Nangong's face, extending from her cheeks to her white neck. Her skin was fair and flawless, and the blush was particularly eye-catching, as if the water hibiscus was gorgeous and gorgeous.

She glared at him and said decisively, "No!"

Xiao Yi didn't hear what she said at all. He was almost a bit stunned, and wanted to kiss Nangong's petal-like lips ...

Then he quickly backed away, turned his face to the other side, and said casually, "Go to sleep."

Nangong Yan stared at his red ears, smiled sweetly, then rolled over, and soon fell asleep ...