"Slow down!"

Just as Liu Bingyi was praised by everyone and was about to accept the glory of being the first place in the poetry battle tonight, a man from the audience suddenly shouted loudly.

The noise gradually stopped.

Everyone turned their heads in shock and looked at the man who spoke out.

It was a handsome young man wearing a white shirt and holding a folding fan.

The young man was named Zhou Wenyang, a famous talent in Qingzhou. He became famous for his small poem as soon as he came to Kyoto.

At this moment, he suddenly spoke, and everyone was full of confusion.

Zhou Wenyang shook the folding fan and slowly walked on the stage. His eyes stared at Liu Bingyi on the stage and said, "You said you wrote this word, can anyone prove it?"

Liu Bingyi was stunned for a moment and did not answer.

Wei Yan, who was watching in front of the railing of the first pleasure boat, saw this change and frowned immediately and looked at the young man who suddenly came on stage.

Is this impossible to afford to lose?

"Hmph, no one can prove it for you, right?"

Zhou Wenyang sneered, turned around, looked down, and said, "Everyone, it's not that Zhou wanted to deliberately make things difficult for Mr. Liu. His behavior is too despicable. This red lipstick was originally done by him. He saw it and took it for himself and sent it to him first! It's really annoying!"

As soon as this said, it sounded like a thunderclap in the pleasure boat.

Nowadays, there are still people who dare to steal poetry?

If you can steal one of this kind of thing, can you still steal the second and third songs?

It is not worthy of its name, and no matter how you disguise it, it will be exposed.

If someone discovers it, then this life will be over.

And there is no need for such occasions, right?

"Fuck! Big brother won't be a thief!"

When Liu Jieyou heard this, he was shocked and angry.

Wei Yan clenched his fists even more, and his chest was filled with anger.

This bastard actually wanted to steal his eight hundred taels!

Liu Bingyi stood on the stage, his face full of surprise, and he didn't expect someone would be so shameless.

He saw this poem written by Brother Yan with his own eyes. How could it be the work of this person?

Are all literati so shameless nowadays?

There were booing in the audience, and the praise just now suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at him with doubt.

After all, he is in Kyoto and has no reputation, so he is naturally far behind this talented man in Zhou.

Zhou Wenyang shook his folding fan and said, "It's not that it's empty talk. After writing this little poem, I left it to my friend Zhao Feng for safekeeping. It was also what Brother Zhao saw me with his own eyes. Just now, I felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach, so I went out. Unexpectedly, this thing happened when I came back. Humph, this Liu Caizi really opened my eyes!"

After saying that, another tall and thin young man walked up with a bamboo slip in his hand, looked at Liu Bingyi with contempt, and raised the bamboo slip in his hand and said, "What Brother Zhou said is true. What I, Zhao Feng, saw with my own eyes, have thought hard, made this small poem, and wrote it down with my own hands. If you don't believe it, let Miss Ruyue take a look at it myself."

As soon as these words came out, the booing sounds in the audience suddenly became even louder, and many people began to stir up.

"So it's a liar!"

"Despicable and shameless! Sexy and scum!"

"Bad Liu Yong, you are not worthy of being a literati!"

It is famous, evidenced, and drafts. Everyone naturally believed in Zhou Wenyang. For a moment, they all scolded Liu Bingyi on the stage.

The woman in red frowned, walked to Zhao Feng and whispered: "Young Master Zhao, please let me take a look."

Zhao Feng immediately handed it over and sneered: "Miss Ruyue, it's better to drive it away like this despicable villain as soon as possible."

Liu Bingyi stood on the stage, facing all kinds of contemptuous eyes and sarcasm, and had no arguments.

Wei Yan was no longer at the railing, but came to the stern of the boat again.

Those two bastards and talented men colluded together and actually wanted to steal his 800 taels of silver. It was really hateful!

It's tolerant, but who can't bear it!

He borrowed pen, ink, paper and ink again, and quickly ground ink, and many poems appeared in his mind.

"Dian Jiang's lips, this one is it!"

Just as he picked up the pen and was about to copy it, a weak voice suddenly came from beside him: "Mr. Wei, do you need help?"

Wei Yan was startled and turned around and saw that it was Liu Wuyou.

I don’t know how silently this girl was under her feet and when she followed her.

Liu Wuyou looked at him with complicated eyes and lowered his head and said, "I can imitate my elder brother's handwriting, which ordinary people can't see."

As soon as these words came out, Wei Yan's eyes lit up. Regardless of how she discovered it, he quickly stuffed the pen into her hand and said, "Hurry up, I read it, you write it!"

Liu Wuyou immediately stood up.

Wei Yan didn't dare to hesitate and immediately read out the small poem he had chosen in his mind.

After Liu Wuyou finished writing, he raised his head and looked at him in a daze with clear eyes.

Unfortunately, Wei Yan didn't look at her, so he picked up the bamboo slips, quickly dried them, stuffed them into his sleeves, and then hurriedly stepped onto the board and boarded the pleasure boat in the middle.

"Scammer! Scammer! Why don't you get out of here!"

Everyone in the audience was filled with righteous indignation, and some even rolled up their sleeves and prepared to go up and take action.

Literature hates plagiarism the most, and it also plagiarizes in front of the parties involved.

This liar is so bold that he treats them like monkeys!

The talented men and women became even more ashamed and angry when they thought of their amazement and praise for the liar just now.

Zhou Wenyang waved the folding fan, walked to Liu Bingyi, and sneered, "What, can't you go down yet? Are you dissatisfied?"

The woman in red read Zhou Wenyang's manuscript, and it was difficult to tell the truth about the false for a while.

At this moment, Liu Bingyi suddenly had a bright look, and he looked at Zhou Wenyang in front of him, and said coldly: "Of course I don't accept it! You colluded with this person and deliberately slandered me."

"Slander you?"

Zhou Wenyang looked sarcastic and said, "Do you think you are worthy? I have witnessed it and have real talents, what about you?"

"Of course he has witnessed it!"

Suddenly, a sound rang behind Zhou Wenyang.

Wei Yan walked past him, stood side by side with Liu Bingyi, staring at him with a burning look, "His witness is me. I have seen the lyrics he wrote with my own eyes, and I have seen him pondering hard, and even saw you secretly copying them after Miss Ruyue finished reading this lyrics, and immediately whispered with this young master Zhao, sneaking and colluding with him, wanting to steal the sky and change the sun, and take this lyrics that do not belong to you for yourself! Despicable! Disgusting! Shameless! Dog-like things!"

"You...you..."

This series of words made Zhou Wenyang's face turn blue, white, blush, and feel guilty and frightened, and he was speechless. For a moment, it was difficult to return the words.

Zhao Feng next to him also changed his face, but he said angrily: "Who are you? How dare you swear at others?"

Wei Yan sneered: "Aren't you just swearing on others?"

Everyone in the audience calmed down again, opened their eyes wide, their faces full of shock, and they were ready to eat melons.

Wei Yan did not see the two collusion with his own eyes, but it did not prevent him from slandering people with tits and slandering them.

Speaking of slandering people, can these two crooked people compare with him?

"You...you..."

Zhao Feng was also panicked, thinking that the young man had seen the miserable thing just now, but he didn't dare to admit it even though he died. He said angrily: "You are the one who swears! You... you are the one who swears!"

"Look, I feel guilty and can't even speak incoherently."

Wei Yan sneered, turned to look at the woman in red next to him, and bowed: "This matter is actually very simple. Since both parties say that the other party is lying, then use real talent to test it. Mr. Zhou said that the small poem just now was written by him, then he must be very talented. Why not say another song in front of everyone now? "

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"Good idea!"

"Since you can make such good words, it shouldn't be difficult to write another song on the spot. You don't have to be better than the previous one, as long as it's not too ordinary, it's fine."

The woman in red nodded and said, "Young Master, this method is OK."

Her eyes looked at Zhou Wenyang and Liu Bingyi.

Zhou Wenyang's face turned pale, but he was unwilling to admit defeat and said, "Poetry needs to be brewed, how can you write it when you say it? You are a good poem, it is a leaf on the ground, you can pick it up when you say it?"

Wei Yan sarcastically said: "Reading thousands of books and writing is like a god. If you really have ink in your heart, you will not be afraid of exercising it on the spot. Articles are natural, and you can get them by your hand. Good poems are not something you have to do by brewing."

"Reading thousands of books, is it like a god to write?"

The woman in red was stunned and muttered.

Everyone in the audience was shocked and murmured: "Article is natural, article is natural..."

"What a book that has been read for thousands of books, and it is like a god! What a post that is natural, I can get it by hand!"

In the crowd, a middle-aged scholar couldn't help but clap his hands and exclaim, and looked at the young man on the stage with a bright look and praised: "This young man is so utterly speaking, every sentence is a stunning sentence, which makes people suddenly realize, amazed and impressed! I wonder which talented man is it?"
To be continued...