After a sudden burst of dizziness, Ma Qingyuan suddenly woke up.
Thinking of how he almost went crazy just now, he broke into a cold sweat.
He sat on the chair with lingering fear, held up the teacup with trembling hands, and took a sip before suppressing the restlessness in his heart.
call……
It's really too dangerous!
The tea cup in Ma Qingyuan's hand was unstable and fell with a clang on the table. Looking at Gulu's tea cup, he didn't bother to clean it up. He just gasped for air and suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.
After lifting up his sleeves and wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Ma Qingyuan raised his head and looked at the scholar. Thinking of the effect of the appropriate woman's singing just now, Ma Qingyuan couldn't help but feel horrified.
Could this be arranged deliberately by Lu Heng?
What a sinister thought!
Ma Qingyuan's face was filled with uncertainty. He looked at Lu Heng who was sitting on the chair, playing with the one tael of silver in boredom. Seeing him acting like he didn't care at all, Ma Qingyuan smiled coldly.
Ha, I don’t know how happy I am. But I look so calm and unfazed. It’s so hypocritical.
but……
This person's talent and learning are really... amazing!
Ma Qingyuan put away the contempt in his eyes and finally began to take a serious look at this scholar who came out of nowhere and became famous in Jiangning in a short time.
However, Lu Heng, who was sitting aside, really didn't think so. What he was thinking and the emotions on his face were actually not as sinister as Ma Qingyuan thought.
There is some helplessness, but more of it is a wry smile.
He also didn't expect that the water tune song he just casually recited in the back garden would be heard by Miss Ruolan. What he didn't expect was that Miss Ruolan had such a good memory.
Moreover, I never thought that Miss Ruolan would present this Su Dongpo's masterpiece to the world at this moment in an unexpected form.
Unintentionally planting willows, but they are shades of willows!
Only at this moment did Lu Heng truly feel the true meaning of these words.
Although it is said that everything is just a coincidence, although I believe it, others do not believe it.
Tsk tsk, look at Ma Qingyuan's dark and sneering eyes, and you know that your image in his heart is completely ruined.
In the blink of an eye, a useless and weak scholar suddenly turned into a cunning and sinister tycoon. And he was also an extremely shameless tycoon...
Lu Heng sighed inwardly, shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly.
but……
Lu Heng picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and glanced lightly at Ma Qingyuan, who was sitting there, staring at him as if he were a mortal enemy.
Well……
He seemed really angry, so angry that he dropped the tea cup in his hand.
You won't die suddenly from a heart attack, right?
Lu Heng chuckled, thinking sinisterly in his heart.
Until he saw Ma Qingyuan's extremely ugly expression when he was huddled together, Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, then felt funny in his heart, shook his head slightly, and sighed.
Haha...it seems to be effective.
Lu Heng was secretly enjoying himself here. Ma Qingyuan, who was sitting diagonally opposite, saw that the scholar raised his head from time to time, glanced at him, and then stayed stunned for a moment, and finally turned his head, took a sip, and was leisurely happy.
Talking to oneself.
The corners of Ma Qingyuan's eyes twitched, and his face became more and more gloomy. The tea cup he held in his hand rattled with too much force, as if he was overwhelmed.
How dare he despise me?
Ma Qingyuan took a deep breath and stared at the scholar gloomily. Naturally, he mistook Lu Heng's astonished gaze as contempt. For a moment, this talented man who was once brilliant in the poetry world of the Zhou Dynasty was overcome by this inexplicable contempt.
The qi and blood in the middle of the body are churning and difficult to control.
Just when Ma Qingyuan was entangled in her heart and found it difficult to control her emotions, Kong Kanglian on the stage took the lead in speaking out.
He put down the tea cup he had held in his hand for a long time, stretched out his hands to beat the joints, looked at Lu Heng and praised: "The number one talent in Jiangning, he really deserves his reputation! Haha!"
Mr. Dongfang smiled and nodded, stroking his beard and recited the last line "We share the beauty of the moon from a thousand miles apart", and praised with great admiration: "A water melody song, oh, you can be called a master of poetry! Dongfang admires it."
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The students were not too surprised when they heard these two great scholars of the time praising Na Lu Heng so much. After all, they had been reading for a long time and they naturally knew how to appreciate poetry.
That water-melody song, just as Mr. Dongfang said, Lu Heng and Lu Yongzheng can be called the masters of poetry in the world.
Therefore, when hearing such praise, the talented people may feel a little uncomfortable, but they still showed enough respect for Lu Heng.
Moreover, from the words of the two great Confucian scholars, students also have to know that this handsome, slightly thin scholar is actually the one who became famous in Tokyo some time ago with a brocade poem and the nostalgic poems of Jiangbeiting.
The most talented person in Jiangning.
When the idol in Zai Zhong sat in front of him, the enthusiasm in the students' eyes was even more undisguised.
For a time, the most talked-about thing among the students was that the Jinse was written by this person. Not only the Jinse, but also the majestic Chibi Nostalgia was said to be written by him.
The students were talking like this, looking at Lu Heng with even more eager eyes.
Many people have already rushed over, like a group of tabloid reporters, asking Lu Heng how he felt when he wrote the brocade. Why he wrote such a hazy but gorgeous quatrain.
Listening to the buzzing inquiries in his ears, although Lu Heng was not in a hurry, he was still a little helpless.
Just when I was thinking about whether to let Kong Kanglian on the stage maintain order at the scene, a voice full of disdain and ridicule sounded in the hall, which seemed particularly abrupt and unfriendly.
"Rumors are just rumors after all. It's hard to tell whether they are true or false!" Ma Qingyuan glanced coldly at Lu Heng who was surrounded by people, took a sip of tea, with a look that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, shook his head and sighed:
"Those contemporary masterpieces may have been bought with a lot of money, it's not a mystery!"
Ma Qingyuan pursed his lips and muttered to himself. The look of contempt on his face made everyone present frown.
This person was afraid that he was blinded by jealousy. When he saw someone make a water-melody song, he felt unbalanced and began to verbally insult him. What a narrow-minded person.
Moreover, it is vicious enough!
Although literati are dismissive of each other, they still have a certain temper. It is okay to doubt someone else's character, but you cannot doubt or even slander someone else's works.
This is an unwritten rule in literary circles.
But now, this white-clothed scribe is actually slandering others without any scruples. He is really vicious!
However, although everyone was thinking this, out of caution, no one came forward to complain about Lu Heng. They just despised Ma Qingyuan in their hearts. Then they turned their heads and looked at Heng, waiting for Lu Heng's reaction.
But after Lu Heng heard Ma Qingyuan's words that were obviously jealous, he did not appear. He was furious as everyone expected. His expression was still calm, and the harmless smile on his face remained.
After taking a sip of the tea, he glanced at Ma Qingyuan who was staring at him, then looked away and shook his head with a smile.
Obviously, Lu Heng had no intention of quarreling with him.
"Why don't you dare to say anything?" Ma Qingyuan saw that Lu Heng just glanced at him and didn't refute. He felt happy and thought he had guessed what Lu Heng was thinking. Then he pressed forward step by step and asked.
road.
A masterpiece like that water melody singer is a talented poet, but it can only be accidental. He did not believe that Lu Heng could write two poems of excellent quality in one night. Such pressing step by step was just to make him want to
Lu Heng made a fool of himself on the spot and was ruined!
Feeling Ma Qingyuan's aggressive momentum, Lu Heng's expression calmed down, and after taking a look at him, he withdrew his gaze and concentrated on pouring himself a cup of tea. He picked up the tea and stood through the curling steam, taking a look at the expression on his face.
Ma Qingyuan, who had a sinister smile, took a deep breath, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"What do you mean?" Ma Qingyuan's expression changed, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Heng, and shouted in a deep voice.
Ma Qingyuan couldn't stand Lu Heng's gaze. When Lu Heng looked at him like this, he sighed. It was like he suddenly became trash that everyone despises.
"That's enough!" At this time, Kong Kanglian, who was sitting on the stage, saw the scribe in white approaching him step by step, and his brows furrowed tightly.
As a great Confucian of the time and a representative figure of Shengxue, Kong Kanglian could not stand the bad habit of literati showing contempt for each other. But at this moment, when he saw the scribe in white slandering Mr. Lu without any basis, his heart suddenly rose.
A burst of nameless anger slapped the table, stood up, stared coldly at the white-clothed scribe, and shouted in a deep voice.
"Ha!" After being scolded by Kong Kanglian, Ma Qingyuan seemed not to hear it. Hearing the words, he just smiled. He turned his head, glanced at the scholar who was still sitting there, pouring his own drink, and then talked to the stage
Kong Kanglian looked at each other with a sharp flash in his eyes, pointed at Lu Heng beside him, and shouted in a deep voice: "Mr. Kong, are you going to favor this hypocrite?"
As soon as this statement came out, many students in the audience were in an uproar.
If the scribe in white was referring to Sang and Huai just now, then it is an insult now.
The students were in an uproar and looked at each other. They turned their heads and looked at the scholar who was sitting aside and kept his expression silent. Seeing him slowly put down the tea cup in his hand, raised his head and looked over here. The students' hearts
Awe-inspiring, I knew something good was about to happen.
"What evidence do you have for insulting others?" Kong Kanglian glanced at the calm Lu Heng, turned around, and scolded Ma Qingyuan.
If someone doesn't hesitate to compete with you, that's because they are well-behaved. Otherwise, how could they be so favored and valued by His Majesty? Anyone like you is simply a mad dog. If you can't fight someone, you will slander them.
snort!
"It's very simple!" Ma Qingyuan could naturally feel Kong Kanglian's disdain. However, at this time, he was already riding a tiger and could only walk to the dark side. Moreover, he didn't believe that Lu Heng could compose two songs in one night.
excellent work.
"You..." Kong Kanglian's beard trembled with anger. He looked at Ma Qingyuan and cursed in his heart. Aren't you trying to make things difficult for others? Even with great talent, it is impossible to compose two masterpieces in one night.
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This is simply not something humans can do.
Just when Kong Kanglian didn't know how to answer, Lu Heng slowly put down the tea cup, casually adjusted his gown, and stood up.
He rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hands to pull the folds on his body, glanced at Ma Qingyuan with a smile, nodded slightly and said, "Okay!"
"Mr. Lu, you..." Kong Kanglian was startled, fearing that the scholar agreed because he couldn't stand the provocation of others. Just as he was about to speak to persuade him, Lu Heng's eyes were full of determination.
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The worry in Kong Kanglian's heart suddenly turned into surprise. Looking at Lu Heng's eyes, she was shocked.
"Really?"
"Oh, you can have this!" Lu Heng cupped his fists and smiled at Kong Kanglian, thanking him for his support just now.
Turning his head and looking at Ma Qingyuan, whose face changed slightly and whose expression flickered as he lowered his head, Lu Heng smiled slightly: "What you wish for is what you wish for."
After smiling like this, Lu Heng changed his words, took a step forward, looked at Ma Qingyuan and said: "However, today is the Baihua Poetry Meeting after all. The reason why it is called the Poetry Meeting is because of the competition. If the next person recites
Isn't poetry a one-man show for me? What do you think, Mr. Kong?" Lu Heng turned his head and said to Kong Kanglian on the stage.
"Exactly!" Kong Kanglian nodded understandingly, mowing his beard and thinking for a while, then said: "Even so, the two of you will do a song each. Everyone present is a judge, how about it?"
"Brother Ma, what do you think?" After getting Kong Kanglian's cooperation, Lu Heng nodded slightly. When he turned his head, his eyes turned cold. He took a step forward, approached Ma Qingyuan, and asked in a low voice.
As soon as he said this, Ma Qingyuan's face changed, and a trace of panic flashed across his eyes. However, he quickly calmed down.
"Ha, Mr. Lu, are you talking to me?" Ma Qingyuan twitched the corner of his mouth, stared at Lu Heng with a look of disgust, and asked in a deep voice.
Although Ma Qingyuan pretended to be calm, the confused look in his eyes and the sweaty palms hidden in his sleeves still revealed the shock and confusion in his heart.
really……
He is really Ma Qingyuan!
After Lu Heng took a steady look at Ma Qingyuan, he made a final judgment in his mind based on the man's flash of flaws.
"Young Master Lu, you must know that if you change someone else's surname at will, you will go to jail!" Ma Qingyuan threatened.
Seeing the lustful look on Ma Qingyuan's face, Lu Heng gave him a steady look and suddenly burst into laughter. He reached out and patted Ma Qingyuan on the shoulder, raised his eyebrows and said: "I'm just joking, Ma
Brother, why are you so serious?"
"This joke is not funny!" Ma Qingyuan's eyes twitched and she stared at Lu Heng and said in a deep voice.
"Since Brother Ma doesn't like it, forget it!" Lu Heng shrugged his shoulders and said with regret.
The sentence "Brother Ma" on the left, and the sentence "Brother Ma" on the left, clearly identified the identity of the scribe in white. Although he was panicked and angry, Ma Qingyuan could only hold it in.
The threat he just made was only a threat. He did not dare to really report it to the official to punish Lu Heng. If he really reported it to the official, then the matter would be beyond his control.
Moreover, seeing the look on Lu Heng's face that he was convinced of you, Ma Qingyuan felt vaguely in his heart.
If I report myself to the government once, I will fall into this scholar's trick!!