315 Chapter 304-Plagiarism

As soon as the hour arrived, the sound of the gong sounded, and then the lady of wine sacrifice appeared in the venue, followed by two blue-clad girls, each holding a huge sign.

Compared to other projects such as music, books, paintings, etc., this poem competition has a very different place. Once the problem is solved before the game, even if it is a fool, you can find someone to catch the knife and easily get the leader.

In order to prevent the leakage of test questions in the finals, the Jinxin Club finals in the past years are prepared with two signatures, prepared with a brand name of one hundred signatures and the theme of one hundred signatures, and then extracted on the spot.

In this way, there are 10,000 possibilities. Even if the signed content is leaked, it will not have too much impact on the game.

It's just that in the previous year's Jinxin Club finals, both the Lady Jiujiu and a judge were drawn one draw, but today's game is related to the battle between Dayu and Baiyue, so the opportunity to draw the second lot is given to the pendulum. clothes.

The wine-sacrifice lady took the first draw first and won the name tag "Jiangchengzi".

Following that, he drew his second draw and set the theme as "Dream".

That is to say, the eight girls should write a word with "dream" as the theme and "Jiangchengzi" as the nameplate.

Qionghua Pavilion's inner attendant immediately wrote the name and theme of the words on a roll of white paper, "brushed" it down from the railing on the second floor, and displayed the topic in front of everyone in Qiushui Pavilion and Tingzhu Pavilion.

The sound of the gong sounded again. This time, the poetry competition was officially started. The competition time was two incense sticks. The short time is not short, and the long time is not long.Most girls are dignified and concentrate on closing their eyes and thinking. .

Jiang Chengzi, dream.

Several Guozijian students can't help but think about what kind of words they can improvise if they are in this arena.Listening to the silence in the bamboo pavilion, most of the young sons are contemplating.

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

Only a short period of two incense sticks...

Even if you can barely make a word, I am afraid it is difficult to produce a fine product!

Thinking about it, they found that a girl in the field was the first to write, just like in the preliminary round, it was Bai Muxiao!

Although the observers all around could not see exactly what she wrote on the paper, she still looked at her intently, watching her write down with ease, and watching her elegant but free and easy gesture, Seeing her bright eyes shining brightly, she was shining with confidence...

Soon, Bai Muxiao closed the pen decisively, and after a quick check, she came off the court.

The rules of the finals borrowed from the imperial examinations. Some of the girls’ works were copied and concealed. Then they were handed over to the judges and the students’ tastings in an anonymous way, and then the leader was selected.

Yi Hongxiang has not finished half of it, and Bai Muxiao has already handed it over.If she had done this before, she would inevitably put great pressure on other Dayu girls, and now these Dayu girls are relieved because of this, today, already It is not a competition among the girls in Dayu, as long as Bai Muxiao can win the Saints of Baiyue, even if they give her a green leaf today, it doesn't matter.

After Bai Muxiao came off the court, all eyes were naturally on the swing.The swing was not an ordinary woman.Even on such occasions, she still straightened her waist plate and sat in the same place without squinting. Looking at the mouth, looking at the heart, as if she didn't know what was happening around her... until the second joss stick burned for nearly a third, she held the pen confidently.

After both incense sticks were burned, the girls' works were copied and submitted to Qionghua Pavilion, Qiushui Pavilion and Tingzhu Pavilion.

But it was only a short essay written out by the two incense sticks, most of the words were just put together, and they were smooth, and there was really no mood...until Lan Yiyang read the fifth song:

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of solitary graves, nowhere to be desolate. Even though they should not know each other, they are dusty, and their temples are like frost. When you come back at night, the dream suddenly returns to your hometown, Xiao Xuan window, dressing. There is no word but only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that every year the intestine will be cut off, bright moonlight night, short Matsuoka."

Once this masterpiece was read, the whole listening to the bamboo pavilion boiled in an instant, as if it had exploded.

"Miao, Miao! It is really a work of God!" Xueyi son Huo Di stood up and praised, "Ten years of life and death are boundless, unthinking, and unforgettable. Such a good sentence, it is a rare ten years. !"

"Not bad, not bad." Another well-respected young man shook his head and said, "This is just a short story, a short story is a dream, a combination of virtual and real, it is really a clever idea."

Liu Gongzi also said: "This sentence is as usual as the words, but the words are out of the heart, deep and heartfelt, sad and sorrowful. If it was not seen with my own eyes, I can't imagine this is a less than double ten. The masterpiece made by the woman in just two joss sticks! I sigh for myself!"

"Who said that women are inferior to men!" Xueyi said with emotion, "...but who did this word?"

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

But if the word is done by the saint girl, then Dayu is really...

Everyone looked at each other, and there was some uneasiness in their hearts.

Not only was the sons and daughters in the bamboo pavilion speculating, but also in the autumn water pavilion.

Seeing Fu Yunyan and Yuan Yuyi looking worried, Nangong Yue suddenly said affirmatively, "This should be the work of my cousin."

Several girls looked at her, and their faces were obviously relieved.

Yuan Yuyi patted her chest and said: "Since Yue'er you say that, I'm relieved." Although Yuan Yuyi always felt that Nangong Yue, the cousin, was surly and often looked at everyone with a weird look, it was really letting People can't like it, but when it comes to Dayu's honor and interests, of course she still hopes Bai Muxiao...No, it's hope that Dayu can win!

Now that Dayu has won, Yuan Yuyi and Fu Yunyan rested their minds, biting their ears muttering and smiling Yan Yan.

But Nangong Yue is a little weird.

Nangong Yue is so affirmed that this word was made by Bai Muxiao, not because of her confidence or understanding of Bai Muxiao, but because it was familiar to her.

Yes, she also knows this word!

It wasn't that the first word was made by her, nor was it the first word made by Bai Muxiao.

The problem lies precisely in--

The previous word "Ye" was made by Bai Muxiao, and every word is exactly the same.

It is as usual now, this "Jiangchengzi", as soon as it was shot, was a block of four, which attracted the praise of countless literati Mo Shi.

I still remember that Bai Muxiao made this poem when she was 15 years old two years later. That was when Bai Muxiao participated in a banquet hosted by a boudoir show in Wangdu. Taking the theme of "Missing" as a poetry and lyricist, Bai Muxiao improvised this "Jiangchengzi" in seven steps into a poem, with a sentence "Ten years of life and death, two thoughts, unforgettable, unforgettable", heard Several ladies had tears in their eyes, and such masterpieces quickly spread among the literati Moshi after the banquet.Later, they even spread to the north and south of the river.Because everyone in the world knows the white table girl in the Nangongfu, the genius is outstanding. Blood!

Nangong Yue condenses her eyes. Although she is not good at poetry, she also knows that poetry has the highest artistic conception.Under different periods and different environments, poets or poets have different moods and different experiences.Therefore, there are always words and moods in the poetry made Slightly different, so that the entire poem will produce some extremely subtle differences.

The theme of the previous life was "Miss", and this time the theme is "Dream".

At first glance, this "Jiangchengzi" does meet both of these themes at first glance, but you will realize that "Dream" just happens to have a relationship with Xia Que under the fine details. The main theme of this song should still be "Miss" the dead wife.

It's even more interesting to think so.

Although it is not necessary to write poems and lyrics from his own standpoint, why does Bai Muxiao a weak woman want to miss his dead wife from a man's perspective?

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

If the previous life was Bai Muxiao's move, what about this life? What inspired her at the moment of the Jinxin Club final?

Nangong Yue thought deeply, and meditation on this "Jiangchengzi" in her heart again.

The last two sentences, "Moon Moon Night, Short Matsuoka", can be said to be mournful and quiet, but sad to sell, but Nangong Yue is staring, and found a strange place.

According to the first word, the wife of the poet was buried in a hill covered with dwarf pine, but in fact according to the customs of Dayu, the hills in the north plant cypresses, and the hills in the south plant pine.Nangong Yue still lived in the grandfather's house in the south for a few years before knowing this, and how can Bai Muxiao, a person who has not left Wangdu since birth, know?

Doubts one after another...

Nangong Yue couldn't help but think of an idea--

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

In the previous life, Nangong Yue had also wondered why a little woman in Bai Muxiao could make poems that are very different in style but magnificent or polite or sad, but they are wonderful, but these poems by Bai Muxiao are indeed Nangong Yue never heard of it.Although she is not good at poetry, she was born in a family of Nangong family, and she has read a lot of books.Since Bai Muxiao became famous in the past life, there are countless scholars who sang her poems. No one has accused that this is Bai Muxiao's misappropriation of others...

Is it too much for yourself?

Maybe Bai Muxiao is talented in poetry?

While Nangong Yue looked down and contemplative, the official Bai of Qionghua Pavilion was also looking at this "Jiangchengzi", and his usual shallow smile appeared on his handsome face.

Xiao Yi didn't dare to be interested in poems or anything, but looking at the plain expression of the official language, he knew that this round of competitions, Dayu should be the winner.In other words, the day after tomorrow's Royal Race will be the final battle between Dayu and Baiyue in the Jinxin Club!

Xiao Yi picked up a fresh fruit on the side of the fruit bowl, nibbled inadvertently, and looked in the direction of Qingshui Pavilion without eyes.

The emperor next to the railing turned his head and asked whitely in the official language: "An Yihou, what do you think of this game?"

The official Mandarin Bai said with a smile: "Dayu will win."

The emperor raised his eyebrows and couldn't help saying with great interest: "Is it possible that An Yihou already knows the master of this song?"

Guan Yubai's voice is leisurely, "If you don't hide the emperor, the minister really has 90% assurance."

Yun Cheng suggested with a smile: "Then An Hou is worse than guessing, write the name on a piece of paper, and wait for the leader to be announced later, let's take a look at An Yi Hou guessed right, how does the emperor feel?"

There was a hint of interest in the emperor's eyes, and the official language of Bai Su was countless. He said this, I am afraid that at least 80%, oh no, 90% grasp it? This made the emperor's mood a lot better, nodded, and allowed .

So Mandarin Bai went to a book case and wrote a word quickly, then folded it up and handed it to Yuncheng in his sleeve.

Yuncheng didn't rush to watch, just put it on the side case.

Soon, Mrs. Jiujiu counted all the judging and voting results of Guozijian students and reported them to the emperor.

The emperor nodded, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

A small inner attendant stood by the railing and screamed that the leader of the poetry competition was the Bai's girl, and read the song "Ten Years of Life and Death".

At the same time, Yuncheng also showed the piece of paper in his hand to everyone. The white paper on the official language was abruptly written with the word "white".

In the Qionghua Pavilion again, there was an uproar again, not knowing whether to admire Bai Muxiao's skill in writing words, or whether the official language Bai was like the wisdom of Zhuge's reincarnation.

The emperor was also happy, and he was fortunate in his heart. Fortunately, the song "The Ten Years of Life and Death" was done by the Bai's girl.

Han Lingfu next to the emperor tried to suppress the ecstasy of his heart, proud of his Xiaoer, and the star-like eyes sparkling.

His Xiaoer was still as stunning as ever, and he was able to make such a shocking word in such a short time.

She must think of herself when making this first word!

"Two years of life and death..." Han Lingfu meditation.

Ancient Cloud: Not seen in a day, like every third autumn!

Xiao'er must have a feeling in her heart before she can feel it and make a good sentence of "two years of life and death".

Yeah, Xiaoer only cares about him because he cares about him.

Because Shino has him in his heart, he wants to improve his status so hard and stand side by side with him!

Xiao'er didn't let him down, and she shined at the Jinxin meeting, fighting back for Dayu!

This time, the father and emperor will definitely change Xiaoer completely, and will not let Xiaoer feel wronged to marry himself as a concubine.

Han Lingfu's burning eyes couldn't help looking out at the gazebo outside the stadium.

At the moment, the eight girls in the contest were in the pavilion. They had just learned the result of the competition and looked at Bai Muxiao and the Saint Girl.

For the first time in the four Jinxin Club games, the garnish failed for the first time!

They thought that dressing would be annoying and unwilling, but she didn't expect her to smile faintly and stood up calmly and walked towards Bai Muxiao.

"Bai Niang is an extraordinary learner, and she is ashamed to lay her clothes."

Blessed and gracefully blessed the body, the corner of the mouth under the veil was slightly hooked, thinking of the noble and elegant His Royal Highness, the three princes, he said: Also, such an excellent man, his confidante, his favorite woman, natural Nor will it be an ordinary ordinary woman!

Before the game, she already knew Bai Muxiao's talents in poetry and lyricism. She once made an excellent piece of praise. She knew that in this competition, Bai Muxiao must be her. Win the biggest opponent.

The result is as expected!

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

Yes, tomorrow's "Yu" match is the one she will definitely get!

This scene is nothing but abandonment...

Bai Muxiao glanced lightly at the clothes, seeming to laugh instead of laughing, as if to say, the defeated general, why be brave?

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

Today’s Jinxin meeting is over. Unlike the previous day, the emperor was in a good mood, so Xiao Yi did not have to continue to accompany the Holy Drive, and returned to the palace with Nangong Yue.

Back at his home, it should have been relief and relaxation, but as soon as Nangong Yue saw An Niang holding the medicated meal waiting there, she felt bad all of a sudden.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Xiao Yi looking at her with a smile on her face, with an expression of "you drink quickly".

This guy, since he came to Kwai Shui, he has become the most loyal supporter of An Niang. One An Niang said on the left, and another An Niang ordered.

Nangong Yue sighed helplessly and said to An Niang coquettishly: "An Niang, look, I'm much fatter. I can drink this medicated meal and I can't wear the summer shirt I just made."

Ann Niang hadn't spoken yet, and Xiao Yi had bravely clapped: "That's not easy, Xia shirts are all redone!"

Nangong Yue looked at the cup of medicinal food with a bitter face, and wanted to die a little. Hearing Xiao Yi pitifully said: "Smelly girl, if you let me take medicated food, I must say nothing!"

Xiao Yi's original intention was to show loyalty, but the speaker had no intention, the listener had intentions, and heard Nangong Yue's ears, he had a different feeling.

Yeah, Xiao Yi lost her mother when she was a child, even when his grandfather was alive, I am afraid that he could not care about the small details of his life.

Nangong Yue sat down at the table and drank the medicated meal in a hurry, suddenly said: "Ai, is it better for me to cook for lunch today?"

Xiao Yi suddenly shined with two eyes, and said happily: "Good! Of course good!"

In fact, the master had already prepared lunch for the master in the kitchen, but since the master was rarely interested, no one would have to mention this matter without knowing it.

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

This guy... Nangong twitched a corner of his mouth, and he would really climb up the pole.

Nangong Yue's eyes were also stained with smiles as he looked at him with great energy.

In fact, this feeling is really good!

Upon seeing this, Bai Hui wisely ordered the little girl to inform the kitchen to do some preparations. Since Xiao Yi ordered these dishes, no matter whether Nangong Yue could cook or not, the materials must be prepared quickly.

Nangong Yue changed her casual clothes in the house and was about to go to the small kitchen. Xiao Yitu also followed behind her and said diligently: "Smelly girl, I'll give you a hand, OK?"

Get started?

When Nangong Yue thought of her new marriage, Xiao Yi also said that she wanted to fight for herself, and finally the whole kitchen was in disarray.

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

"Okay!" Nangong Yue responded with a smile. The lily behind them silently pouted, washed vegetables, and cut vegetables. Naturally, they were made by the wife in the small kitchen.

The two quickly arrived in the small kitchen, and Song, who got the news, was already waiting for them at the door of the small kitchen. She looked so nervous that she didn't even know where to put her hands and feet.

Knowing that the master is coming, the small kitchen has shown its powerful fighting power. In this short period of time, all the necessary materials have been washed and cut.

So Xiao Yi, a vegetable washer and vegetable cutter, was no longer useful. He could only change to a vegetable worker temporarily, but he, a person who couldn't even distinguish between onions and garlic, was simply a burden in the kitchen. Unexpectedly, he stole the food behind Nangong Yue and saw that his talents would be made by him again like that day. Nangong Yue rushed him out of the kitchen in a coquettish manner.

Mrs. Song quickly moved over and brought the son to sit down.

Under Xiao Yi's scorching eyes, Nangong Yue finally burned four dishes... After spending most of the time, the two men had eaten.At this time, it was already past noon. Nangong Yue had not felt hungry after using medicated meals, and Xiao Yi was already hungry. He ate three bowls of rice, and took the place to clean up all the dishes made by Nangong Yue.

Nangong Yue has been looking at him with a smile, feeling as if something is about to overflow...

After the two had used lunch, Nangong Yue couldn't wait to bathe and change clothes, washing away the smell of oily smoke.

Xiao Yi carefully helped Nangong Yue to dry her hair, and then hurriedly urged: "It's almost time. Stinky girl, you have a nap."

Nangong Yue, who was sitting in front of the dressing table, was speechless. She wanted to say that her Kwai Shui was over. She wanted to say that she was not a patient... But in the end, all the words spoken into a smile on her face.

Take a nap and take care of yourself.

She lay on the couch obediently, but she was sleepless... so she couldn't help turning over for the first time, turning over for the second time... By the time she turned over for the fifth time, she found a handsome face somehow staying together At the edge of the couch, suddenly zoomed in front of her eyes, so that you can almost see the long lashes, as if you could feel each other's breath...

Even if Xiao Yi's appearance was beautiful and pleasing to the eye, at this time there was only fright. Nangong Yue subconsciously shrank back.

"Smelly girl, do you have something to worry about?" Xiao Yi moved closer.When he came out of Guozijian, he faintly felt that Nangong Yue was a little absent-minded.

Nangong Yue hesitated for a moment. Although she said that Bai Muxiao had little to do with her, but she was doubtful but couldn't get an answer, she couldn't help lingering her heart.

If Xiao Yi didn't ask, she didn't intend to talk about Bai Muxiao, but since he asked, Nangong Yue told Xiao Yi her doubts one by one.

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and suddenly smiled, "Smelly girl, you're talking somewhat similar to Xiaobai."

"Guan Gongzi?" Nangong Yue suddenly became energetic and curious, "What does Guan Gongzi say?"

"Xiao Bai said that poems are like their own people, and their temperament and experience will affect their use of words. Different people often bring their own unique style inadvertently when they write poetry. However, he has seen Bai Shi Several poems written by women have very different styles of description. If these verses were made by the same person, then..." Xiao Yi recalled the plain saying of the official language at that time and couldn't help but find it interesting to say, "Then this person must It was a series of fatal blows that caused a sudden change in personality!"

"Ruoguan son also said so..." Nangong Yue couldn't help murmuring, "Is it true that these poems were not made by my white cousin?"

In this way, there seems to be some truth. The Bai family has long been in the middle of the family, and Bai Muxiao has been in boudoir school in those days in the Nangong family. Most of the weekdays were taught by his mother, Nangong Yun.Such a Bai Muxiao can really make such a stunning work?

"Since Xiaobai said so, it shouldn't be wrong." Xiao Yi didn't care about Bai's girl, but she didn't want her stinky girl to be so attentive. "Smelly girl, I'll send someone to check it."

"Alright." Nangong Yue nodded her head, although this matter was irrelevant, but she didn't understand that she always felt a little unreliable. She yawned and her drowsiness gradually said, "...the day after tomorrow is the "Yu" race , I will have to cheer up Liu Niang at that time!"

Fu Yunyan's Jinxin post is "Yu", and naturally entered the finals, that is to say, she will face the dress tomorrow.

"Liu Niang's riding shot was taught by Yongyang's grandmother, and she will not be inferior to Xinjiang men. She will definitely not lose in this game." Xiao Yi was so confident that Nangong Yue was relieved a lot, and then he saw him suddenly smiling. Blinked, "Why... I will sleep with you?"

sleep together?

Nangong Yue's face suddenly appeared a faint blush, extending from the cheek to the snow-white neck, her skin was fair and flawless, and the blush was particularly striking, as if it was like a hibiscus.

She glared at him and said decisively: "Don't want it!"

Xiao Yi didn't even hear what she said. He almost looked dumbfounded and kissed Nangong Yue's petal-like lips without thinking...

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

Nangong Yue stared at the roots of his red ears, smiled sweetly, then rolled over and quickly fell asleep...

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