Chapter 18 You said I stole poems, so I will steal them until you’re convinced!
"Xiao Nalan! It was you who asked someone to steal the poem. I was wondering why so many people were following us stealthily just now! It turns out they came to steal the poem. I didn't expect that you are the eldest princess! Why do you always do such embarrassing things! Before, you tricked me into helping you catch people. Now you trick Yuan Yao into helping you steal the poem. You are really good at playing with men !" Guan Chong saw that Xie Xunfeng's face had turned dark, and he rushed out quickly, pointing at Xiao Nalan and said.
He knew that Xie Xunfeng was a simpleton who was willing to take action and not talk too much.
If Xiao Nalan was really beaten, Xie Xunfeng would definitely be in trouble.
He still wanted to rely on Xie Xunfeng to walk all over Longyang City.
"Guan Chong, you want to die, right?" Xiao Nalan was about to say.
"Do you think this is a street vendor? If you want to make a scene, get out of here!"
Old Master Wen's face suddenly turned ugly and he scolded in a low voice.
He was really angry.
Because he recognized Xie Xunfeng's handwriting, which was as powerful as silver hooks and iron paintings and moved mountains and rivers, at a glance.
It’s clear at a glance who is real and who is fake!
After Old Man Wen lost his temper, no one spoke anymore.
When Wen Taigong saw that the scene had quieted down, he looked at Yuan Yao and said, "Yuan Yao, did you write this poem?"
Yuan Yao swallowed his saliva, looked at Wen Taigong firmly and said, "Teacher, it was indeed me who did it!"
Old Master Wen frowned slightly and asked Xie Xunfeng again.
Without even thinking, Xie Xunfeng answered affirmatively: "Of course!"
Everyone laughed and mocked
"Xie Hanzi, stop bragging. Aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue away? Do you recognize all the words in that poem?"
"That's right, you should write it... Isn't it strange that Yuan Yao is the last disciple of Master Wen, so he can write such poems? But you? If a fool like you can write poems, then my guard dog can do it too!"
Xiao Nalan quickly said, "Grandpa Wen, you see, everyone has sharp eyes. Let's kick out this shameless couple who are tarnishing the garden party."
Yuan Yao said to Xie Xunfeng, "Since you said you can write poetry! Then, let's have an impromptu poetry contest! We'll know who's the real one after we give it a try."
Xiao Nalan quickly agreed, "Yes! That's right, let's compete on the spot. Don't you know how to write poetry? Do you dare to improvise a poem with Master Yuan one on one?"
Xie Xunfeng looked at Xiao Nalan and said, "Why not?"
Then he said to Mo Xiaonian who was standing beside him, "Sir, you can set the questions."
Mo Xiaonian glanced at Xie Xunfeng and said, "Xie Zhizi is from the Great Zhou, so let's write poems about our country and family. What do you two think?
Yuan Yao nodded with a haughty look on his face, thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll go first."
"In my dream, I recall the life of a human being, the vast mountains and rivers, the scorching heat of the earth. When will the horses neigh in battle? In my dream, the exchange of weapons and swords last night."
Everyone nodded as they listened.
Xiao Nalan quickly said with admiration, "Good poem! Good poem!"
With Xiao Nalan taking the lead, many people began to agree.
Mo Xiaonian looked at them with disdain.
He looked at Xie Xunfeng with expectation.
"Thank you, have you thought about it?"
Xie Xunfeng was thinking, frowning slightly and said
"The country is ruined but the mountains and rivers remain, the city is overgrown with grass and trees in spring. The flowers shed tears when they feel sad, and the birds are frightened when they feel sad when they leave."
"The war has been going on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand pieces of gold. My white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can hardly hold a hairpin."
After hearing this, Old Master Wen's eyes turned red. He clapped his hands and said, "What a good poem! The whole poem is calm and profound, sincere and natural. It fully shows that although Xie Zhizi is in Daxia, he still loves his country and cherishes his family. This round, Xie Zhizi wins!"
Xiao Nalan couldn't stand it anymore, and said to Old Master Wen, "Old Master Wen, he must have cheated... He's a fool, he must have stolen the poem! If you judge him as the winner, I won't accept it!"
Is Xie Xunfeng also a little annoyed by Xiao Nalan?
Before Old Man Wen could speak, Xie Xunfeng said to Xiao Nalan
"You don't agree? You said I stole the poem! Yes, I did! Today, I will show you how I stole it! Listen carefully!"
Xiao Nalan was about to speak but was stopped by Wen Taigong.
Xie Xunfeng stood with his hands behind his back and began to recite it!
“Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.”
…
After memorizing a poem.
Xie Xunfeng said to Xiao Nalan, "Do you accept it? You said I stole the poem. Now think about where I stole it from!"
After saying that, he continued to recite.
"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace of heaven..."
Xie Xunfeng was passionate and his voice was full of emotion.
Mo Xiaonian on the side was excitedly taking notes with a pen.
As I wrote, tears streamed down my face!
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart!
It takes a person with such a rich inner world to be able to write such poems!
The children of the noble families standing by were all stunned.
Is this still the silly guy they know?
They are also scholars.
They had never heard of these poems.
Where did Xie Xunfeng steal from?
Any poem released can shake the literary world of Daxia!
The one with the ugliest expression was Xiao Nalan.
After Xie Xunfeng finished reciting a poem.
I would ask him if he is convinced...
In this way, Xie Xunfeng memorized more than thirty poems in succession!
"Do you want me to steal a few more poems?" Xie Xunfeng said to Xiao Nalan with pride on his face.
Xiao Nalan said with an unpleasant expression, "Humph, you said it yourself, you stole it! And you're so glorious!"
"Xiao Nalan, are you mentally ill? I have recorded all these poems. Go and post them and see if anyone will claim them. I, Mo Xiaonian, consider myself well-read, but I have never heard of these poems. This is enough to prove that they were written by Xie Xunfeng!" Mo Xiaonian couldn't stand it anymore and retorted.
Xiao Nalan said with an unpleasant expression, "Who do you think you are? You are an unknown person, and you dare to scold this princess! Believe it or not, I will throw you into the sky prison."
Mo Xiaonian sneered and took out a golden token.
This token is exactly the token that the emperor carries with him.
Seeing the token is like seeing the emperor!
At this time, except Xie Xunfeng, everyone was kneeling on the ground.
"You... who are you? How do you have my father's gold medal!" Xiao Nalan asked with an ugly expression.
"Hmph, what do you care who I am? Aren't you going to put me in jail? Why don't you try and beat me up?" Mo Xiaonian said with a look of arrogance on his face, and then he put away the gold medal.
He went to help Old Man Wen up, and then said, "Old man, the winner of this competition has been decided."
Old Master Wen nodded repeatedly, looked at Yuan Yao and said, "Yuan Yao, at this point, are you still not going to tell me the truth? If you don't tell me the truth, I will no longer have you as my disciple!"
Yuan Yao knelt on the ground and said, "Teacher, please forgive me... It was the princess who ordered me to do that..."
Yuan Yao betrayed Xiao Nalan completely.
This made Xiao Nalan's face turn pale, and she kicked Yuan Yao to the ground.
"What do you mean by the most talented man in the world? Pah... You are not even as good as a fool! You still want to win the heart of this princess? Dream on."
After saying that, Xiao Nalan wanted to leave.
"Xiao Nalan, you seem to have forgotten something? Since the winner has been decided, you have to fulfill your bet!" Xie Xunfeng said coldly.
