Chapter 18 You said I stole poetry, so I stole it from you!
"Xiao Nalan! It was you who had someone steal it. I said so many people were following us sneakily just now! We came here to steal the poem. I didn't expect that you are also the eldest princess after all! How could you do such a shameful thing!
Before, you lied to me to help you arrest someone. Now you lied to Yuan Yao to help you steal poems. You are quite good at playing with men!" Guan Chong saw Xie Xunfeng's face darken, rushed out quickly, pointed at Xiao Nalan and said.
He knew that Xie Xunfeng was a fool who could take action but was unwilling to beep.
If Xiao Nalan was really beaten, Xie Xunfeng would definitely be unable to eat and walk around.
He also wanted to rely on Xie Xunfeng to walk sideways in Longyang City.
"Guan Chong, do you want to die?" Xiao Nalan was about to say.
"Do you think this is a street vendor? If you want to make a noise, please leave!"
Old Mrs. Wen's face suddenly turned ugly and she scolded in a low voice.
He was really angry.
Because, he recognized Xie Xunfeng's font at a glance, which was like an iron painting with silver hooks and moved mountains and rivers.
It’s clear at a glance who is real and who is fake!
After Mrs. Wen got angry, no one said anything at the scene.
When Taigong Wen saw that the scene was quiet, he looked at Yuan Yao and said, "Yuan Yao, was this poem written by you?"
Yuan Yao swallowed, looked at Taigong Wen firmly and said, "Teacher, it was indeed me who did it!"
Old Mrs. Wen frowned slightly and asked Xie Xunfeng again.
Xie Xunfeng replied firmly without thinking: "Of course!"
After hearing this, everyone burst into laughter and mocked
"Xie Hanzi, don't brag. Don't worry about the wind blowing your tongue. Do you understand all the words in that poem?"
"That's right, you should write it... Isn't it strange that Yuan Yao, a disciple of Mrs. Wen's public relations family, can write this kind of poetry? But you? If a fool can write poetry, my watchdog can do it too!"
Xiao Nalan hurriedly continued, "Old Mrs. Wen, you see everyone's eyes are sharp. Drive these shameless people out of the garden party."
Yuan Yao said to Xie Xunfeng, "Since you said you can compose poetry! Then, let's compete in impromptu poetry writing! You will know who is really good at it."
Xiao Nalan quickly agreed, "Yes! That's right, a live competition. Don't you know how to compose poetry? You and Mr. Yuan compose impromptu poetry one on one, do you dare?"
Xie Xunfeng looked at Xiao Nalan and said, "Why don't you dare!"
As he spoke, he said to Mo Xiaonian beside him, "Sir, it's up to you to come up with the questions."
Mo Xiaonian glanced at Xie Xunfeng and said, "Xie Zhizi is from the Zhou Dynasty, so let's make poems about our family and country. How do you two do?"
Yuan Yao nodded arrogantly, thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll go first."
"I dreamed that my life was close to the bustle of the city, and that the mountains and rivers were scorched by the sea. When did the battles pit me against the roar of the horses? I dreamed of the exchange of gold and gold last night."
Everyone nodded when they heard this.
Xiao Nalan quickly said with admiration, "What a poem! What a poem!"
With Xiao Nalan taking the lead, many people began to agree.
Mo Xiaonian looked at them with disdain.
He looked at Xie Xunfeng expectantly.
"Thank you, have you thought about it?"
Xie Xunfeng thought deeply and frowned slightly.
"The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are there, the city is springy and the vegetation is deep. I feel the flowers splashing with tears when I feel sad, and the birds are frightened by the hate."
"The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The hairpin is even shorter when the hair is white, and the lust is overwhelming."
Old Mrs. Wen couldn't help but blush after listening to it. She clapped her hands and said, "What a poem! The whole poem is calm and subtle, sincere and natural. It fully expresses Xie Zhizi's feelings about his country and his family even though he is in Daxia.
.In this round, Xie Prozi wins!"
Xiao Nalan quit now and said to Old Mrs. Wen, "Teacher Wen, he must have cheated... He is a fool, he must have stolen the poem! If you decide that he wins, I will not accept it!"
Xie Xunfeng was also annoyed by Xiao Nalan?
Before Old Mrs. Wen could speak, Xie Xunfeng said to Xiao Nalan
"Are you dissatisfied? You said I stole the poem! Yes, I did steal it! Today, I will let
Look how I stole it! Listen up!"
Xiao Nalan was about to speak, but was stopped by Taigong Wen.
And Xie Xunfeng stood with his hands behind his back and started to carry it on his back!
"Don't you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return."
...
After memorizing a song.
Xie Xunfeng said to Xiao Nalan, "Do you accept it or not? You said I stole the poem, think about where I stole the poem!"
After saying that, he continued to memorize it.
"When will the bright moon come? Asking the sky for wine, I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky..."
Xie Xunfeng was impassioned and full of emotion.
Mo Xiaonian on the side was excitedly taking notes with a pen.
As I write, I can’t help but burst into tears!
I couldn’t help but sigh in my heart!
After all, a person with such a rich inner world can write such poetry!
The children of the aristocratic families on the side were all dumbfounded.
Is this still the idiot they knew?
They are also readers.
They have never heard these poems.
Where did Xie Xunfeng steal it from?
Just releasing a poem can shock the literary world of Daxia!
The one with the ugliest face was Xiao Nalan.
After Xie Xunfeng finished reciting a poem.
They would all ask him if he was convinced...
In this way, Xie Xunfeng memorized more than thirty poems in succession!
"Do you want me to steal a few more songs?" Xie Xunfeng said to Xiao Nalan with a proud face.
Xiao Nalan said with an ugly face, "Huh, you said it yourself, you stole it! And it's so glorious!"
"Xiao Nalan, are you mentally ill? I have recorded all these poems. Are you going to post them and see who comes to claim them? I, Mo Xiaonian, have read a lot of poems and have never heard of these poems.
.It is enough to prove that this was done by Xie Xunfeng!" Mo Xiaonian couldn't stand listening anymore and retorted.
Xiao Nalan said with an ugly face, "Who do you think you are? A little-known person dares to reprimand this princess! Believe it or not, I will put you in a 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, everyone was kneeling on the ground except Xie Xunfeng.
"You...who are you? How come you have your father's gold medal!" Xiao Nalan asked with an ugly face.
"Humph, who do you care who I am? Aren't you going to throw me into a prison? Can you give me a try?" Mo Xiaonian said with an arrogant look on his face, and then put away the gold medal.
He went to help old Mrs. Wen, and then said, "Old man, the winner of this competition has been decided."
Old Mrs. Wen nodded repeatedly, looked at Yuan Yao and said, "Yuan Yao, aren't you ready to tell me the truth now? If you don't tell the truth, I won't have you as my apprentice!"
Yuan Yao knelt on the ground with a bang and said, "Teacher, forgive me...it was the eldest princess who ordered me..."
Yuan Yao betrayed Xiao Nalan completely.
This made Xiao Nalan look livid and kicked Yuan Yao to the ground.
"Who is the most talented person in the world? Damn... he can't even compare to a fool! If you still want to win the heart of this princess, just dream."
After saying this, Xiao Nalan wanted to leave.
"Xiao Nalan, you seem to have forgotten something, right? Now that the outcome has been decided, you have to fulfill your bet!" Xie Xunfeng said coldly.