He absolutely did not believe that Jia Lian, a playboy with no knowledge and skills, who became an official with a little luck, could write amazing poems!
Therefore, when everyone commented with amazement and cast suspicious eyes on Jia Lian, Zhou Xing could no longer bear it.
At first, he intended to judge based on the words themselves, but later he discovered that what this guy wrote was really good!
If you criticize forcefully, you will definitely be said to be a loser by others.
so……
"This poem, both in terms of the emotion expressed and the way it is written, is more like it was written by a person who has gone through many hardships. It is absolutely impossible for Jia Lian to write it.
He must have copied it, maybe he read it from some ancient book unknown to the world, so he used it to deceive us in order to gain fame.
It is truly unforgivable for such a person to deceive the world and steal his reputation."
Although Zhou Xing looked like he could not afford to lose, because he spoke what was in everyone's heart, it was difficult for anyone to criticize him.
They are all waiting to see what Jia Lian says.
In this era of prosperous literary style, it is nothing to be without literary talent, but it is shameful to deceive the world and steal one's reputation.
But given Jia Lian's status, I really didn't dare to accuse him of this crime.
"That's right, Zhou Xing is right. This poem is a sentimental poem at first glance, 'Reading all the pain of separation from the end of the world'? How old is he? Has he already read all the sorrows of the world?
And "Zhu Yan Cijing"? This clearly refers to the aging beauty.
General Jia is so young, and presumably both his wife and his confidante are still young and beautiful. How could he express such emotion?
So, no matter how you look at it, this poem was not written by him!"
This is Zhou Xing's partner, one of whom helps Zhou Xing speak.
Secondly, Jia Lian most likely deceived the world and stole his reputation. If it is finally confirmed, those who come out to question it now should be awarded the title of "eyes as bright as a torch".
When someone starts, the doubts keep coming.
The third prince also frowned and looked at Jia Lian: "I don't know what General Jia has to say about their doubts?"
The literary gathering he hosted and the publication of a famous piece that could be sung was definitely a good thing for him and could bring him great reputation.
But if a scandal like plagiarism occurs, it will be a blow.
For ordinary poems, even if they are plagiarized, it doesn't matter as long as the original author doesn't care, but such wonderful words are never allowed.
Faced with the suspicious eyes of the crowd, even those who were close friends with Jia Lian did not dare to speak casually.
They were all worried that Jia Lian had not thought clearly for a while and had gone astray, which would be bad.
Jia Lian, however, remained calm from beginning to end. He had already expected that someone might question him.
But he's not afraid.
"Why, you've been fooled by us and you don't dare to speak anymore?"
Zhou Xing is still sparing no effort to attack Jia Lian. This is his chance to make a comeback, because he knows that he can't defeat Jia Lian's "Die Lian Hua", so he can only kill Jia Lian himself.
“Although poems express ambitions and words express feelings, don’t you think that ‘the writing is made by nature, but it is accidentally obtained by skillful hands’?
Tao Yuanming, who was elegant and indifferent by nature, was able to write "Xingtian dances with relatives, and the fierce ambition is always there"; Cui Hao was also able to write "Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower" that made Li Bai ashamed of Buddha, changing the world's view of him as "brightly eloquent"
Senses. Why can’t I write a poem about Butterflies and Flowers?”
Jia Lian asked with a smile.
Zhou Xing was speechless, and then hurriedly said: "Who do you think you are, and do you deserve to be compared with those people?"
"Whether I am worthy or not is not decided by Mr. Zhou. His Highness the Crown Prince and others have the final say."
After speaking, Jia Lian turned to bow to the third prince and others: "May I ask, Your Highness, where does the poem "Wei Chen" rank?"
The third prince glanced at King Beijing, and then said: "Both the style and emotion are better than the previous works. In terms of theory, I have to rank first.
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However, Jia Lian, please think clearly. Literati should have character and deceive the world and steal their reputation, which is despised by the world."
Seeing that the third prince was suspicious of Jia Lian, Zhou Xing hurriedly said: "Your Highness Zhuo Jian, how could he, a martial artist, write a sentence that astonished both Your Highness and the Prince? He must have copied it.
Using other people's words to gain fame and reputation is really a bad character.
Your Highness, this trend cannot last forever. Such a person really cannot be ranked first."
"That's right..."
Zhou Sheng also jumped out to support.
Jia Lian laughed, looked at the Zhou brothers and said with a smile: "Since you have doubts, please provide evidence. Otherwise, can I understand that you can't afford to lose the ten thousand taels of silver, so in front of His Highness the Prince?"
You want to cheat on me?"
"Okay, Zhou Xing, write yours down. If you can't compare, you lose.
If you lose, you have to admit it."
The prince suddenly waved his hand and interrupted everyone.
The prince didn't like Zhou Xing and others very much, especially since the third prince wanted to suppress Jia Lian, he felt that he should help Jia Lian.
He is the prince and the crown prince. Jia Lian has an official title and can be regarded as his minister. As long as Jia Lian does not get close to the third prince, he is his!
What's more, Jia Lian saved the Queen Mother today and helped her avoid a disaster. Although it's hard to say it openly, I have to feel grateful in my heart.
Since the third prince and others can't produce evidence that Jia Lian deceived the world and stole his name, what else is there to say? Even if it was copied by Jia Lian, as long as no one comes forward to testify, it belongs to Jia Lian!
Zhou Xing had a bitter look on his face, "Prince, please think twice. If he really plagiarized someone else's work, spreading the word would really damage the reputation of the Prince."
Zhou Xing was making his final struggle. He prepared a song carefully, but he knew that writing it would be incomparable.
"Well, Zhou Sheng, right? Why don't we two make a bet?"
Jia Lian suddenly smiled at Zhou Sheng again.
“What to bet on??”
Zhou Sheng was a little wary.
Having suffered a loss at the hands of Jia Lian, he was originally afraid of Jia Lian. Seeing that his brother was about to suffer a big loss at the hands of Jia Lian, he subconsciously stepped back to avoid being bitten by a poisonous snake.
"Although you can't provide evidence to prove that I am deceiving others, I just thought about it carefully and found that the style of the poem I wrote does not look like mine..."
"Are you admitting that you didn't write that poem?"
Zhou Sheng and Zhou Xing's eyes lit up.
"No, I want to say that if you are willing to bet with me, I will prove to everyone whether I have the strength to write this poem.
It can be seen that your brother is not convinced by the defeat. What do you think, are you willing to help him?"
Jia Lian smiled.
Since it has been decided to appear as a saint in front of people, what is the point of showing up as a semi-saint to make people suspicious?
Naturally, we must make these people convinced, obedient, and obedient.
But he doesn't want to prove himself in vain, he also wants to make another fortune.
After all, wronged people like the Zhou family can only be encountered but not sought after.
Zhou Hongchang had already given him 800 taels, and Zhou Xing was about to give him 10,000 taels. If so, how could Zhou Sheng be left out?
"How are you going to bet?"
Zhou Sheng asked subconsciously.
"It's very simple. The reason why everyone suspects that I didn't write the lyrics is because I have never had any good lyrics spread before.
Why don't I compose another one? If it doesn't make sense, then I will admit it if everyone suspects that I am deceiving the world and stealing my reputation.
On the contrary, if I compose another song and it can be recognized by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, His Highness the Third Highness, and Prince Beijing, everyone will have nothing to say.
How about you, are you willing to bet with me, the betting capital is also 10,000...
If you win, I won’t be able to take back the ten thousand taels your brother lost. In turn, you can still make another ten thousand. So, this deal is a good deal no matter how you look at it.”
As soon as Jia Lian finished speaking, Zhou Xing immediately grabbed Zhou Sheng's arm and said, "Brother, agree to him and make a bet with him. But the conditions must be changed. The poem must be more literary than the previous one before he can win! I don't believe it.
He can write better!"
Since Zhou Xing has the reputation of being a talented scholar, he is still somewhat advanced.
Literati have great reputations, and excellent poems can only be encountered but not sought. Anyone who can write a poem or even a sentence is regarded as a treasure, because it can become famous all over the world, be recorded in the history of history, and honor the ancestors.
Someone who can write "Butterfly Loves Flowers - Reading the Pain of Parting at the End of the World" must be a great scholar of the time. Jia Lian was lucky enough to steal one. I don't believe he can come up with a second one!
"But, what if he can really write it..."
Zhou Sheng was actually scared!
Growing up, he never even accumulated more than a thousand taels of pocket money. If he lost, he would definitely be beaten when he went home!
"You...I just stood up for you!!"
Zhou Xing was so angry that this coward brother became even more determined because of this.
Even if they lose, it is better for two brothers to fight together than to face each other alone...
If you win, naturally everyone will be happy.
"How about I bet you?"
A clear and generous voice came from the front. Everyone looked up and hurriedly moved out of the way.
Princess Zhaoyang suddenly appeared, she walked directly in front of Jia Lian, looked at Jia Lian with a strange look, and repeated: "How about I bet with you?
But I don’t have that much money, how about just betting three thousand taels?
As long as you can compose another song, not to mention better than the previous one, as long as it satisfies me, the three thousand taels of silver will be yours.
Even if I don’t like it, I don’t want your money, how about it?”
Seeing this, Zhou Xing felt a sudden change in his heart, knowing that Princess Zhaoyang must have been moved by Jia Lian's previous poem.
At this time, I want to exchange three thousand taels of silver for Jia Lian's new work!
If Jia Lian succeeds, wouldn't he be worth a fortune in the true sense? And he will definitely win the favor of Princess Zhaoyang. This is really jealous and crazy.
Therefore, he glared hard at his unsatisfactory brother.
"Your Highness, Princess, is serious about her words. How can I ask for the Princess's money?"
Jia Lian felt regretful because it seemed that he could no longer blackmail the Zhou family.
So he raised his hands towards the prince and others, walked to the side, held his breath and concentrated for a moment, and then said:
"In the third year of Ningkang, Yu followed the holy order and led the troops to the northern desert. He wrote a thought order in the military tent and asked everyone to review it."
After finishing speaking, Jia Lian wrote in cursive a poem called "Long Love" by Nalan Xingde. While writing, he read:
"One step up the mountain, one step down the water, and walk towards the bank of Yuguan.
Thousands of lights in the dark night."
“When the wind changes and the snow changes, my hometown’s dreams are shattered.
There is no such sound in my hometown."
Princess Zhaoyang stood next to Jia Lian, looking at the words written by Jia Lian, hearing Jia Lian's voice in her ears, and her thoughts seemed to follow Jia Lian back to the night at the frontier fortress.
The meaning of the word is not profound or obscure.
The general and the thousands of troops accompanying him marched all the way through mountains and rivers, heading for the border pass in a mighty manner. It was nightfall, and the camp was brilliantly lit and magnificent.
Late at night, there was a heavy wind and snow outside the general's military tent, and the sound of wind and snow made it impossible to sleep.
So I have a thousand thoughts: There is no such annoying sound of wind and snow at night in my hometown.
Princess Zhaoyang couldn't help but be fascinated.
Compared with the song "Die Lian Hua" that could only be understood deeply after the advice of the imperial grandmother, this poem directly touched her state of mind just like the "Die Lian Hua" did to the imperial grandmother.
At the age of eighteen, she does not have the worries of aging, but Her Royal Highness Princess Zhaoyang, who has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, just like her younger brother, the Fourth Prince, deeply longs for such a battlefield career.
It's a pity that I was born a daughter, so I probably won't be able to do this in this life.