"As expected, the protagonist always appears at the last moment." Zu An's words immediately aroused public outrage, and a group of people yelled at him for being arrogant, shameless, etc.

Zu An looked at the series of anger points in the background and thought to himself that it was double happiness. He was pretending to be cool and earned a wave of anger points at the same time.

The smile on Miss Nanxun's face was also a little stiff, and she had to remind her: "I wonder if you have the answer?"

Zu An pretended to think for a moment, and then said loudly: "The dusk clouds have gathered away the clear cold, and the silver man silently turned the jade plate."

The originally noisy venue suddenly became quiet, everyone murmured to themselves, savoring these two sentences, and the more they thought about it, the more subtle they became.

The stunning woman in the room upstairs exclaimed: "This guy actually has such literary talent? I really underestimated him before."

The maid next to her, who didn't like Zu An, asked in surprise: "Is this poem good?"

With her knowledge, she naturally couldn't tell what was so wonderful about it.

The stunning woman nodded: "Very good."

Then he kept silent, obviously not intending to explain.

The maid on the side could only sulk with her mouth bulging. Does the lady dislike my IQ? She didn't even explain.

Bi Ziang, who was on the other side, also looked surprised: "This guy is quite interesting. He deserves a second look."

People around him flattered him one after another: "It's still far behind Mr. Bi."

Bi Ziang smiled faintly: "Being able to compare with me is already his success."

The people next to him burst out laughing, saying that what he said was very true.

On the side of the Qin brothers, Qin Yongde couldn't help but say: "I didn't expect that he still had some ink in his stomach. I was curious about why Miss Chuyan fell in love with him. Maybe it was because of this."

Qin Guangyuan snorted: "Literary talent is just a minor thing. It can't be put on the stage. It's more like using it to deceive girls."

At this time, Nan Xun also had a look of surprise on his face, and a pair of wonderful eyes shined: "There are no words like 'moonlight' or 'like water' in the whole poem, but the words 'overflow' and 'clear cold' are deeply rooted in the meaning of moonlight like water."

It gives people a feeling of water and sky. The moon and stars are sparse, and the Milky Way also looks very faint and far away. "Yinhan Silence" seems to say that the Milky Way should have sound originally, but because it is far away, it is silent, and the sky is vast.

The feeling comes from this. "Jade plate" describes the beauty of the moon as pure and pure, and the character Zhuan not only gives it a magical dynamic, but also implies its roundness. The two sentences do not describe people admiring the moon, but they are both pleasing to the eye.

intention, and people are at ease in it..."

In the past, she only used to praise other people's poems professionally. She had to rack her brains every time to find a shining point, but she was worried to death.

Now this sincere compliment is getting more and more exciting the more I say it.

Zu An was a little surprised. This oiran really had two skills. You must know that flattering literati is not so easy. You have to be meaningful and hit the other person's itchy spot.

No wonder I became an oiran. The level of evaluation is almost as good as when I was doing Chinese reading comprehension.

Hearing that Miss Nanxun was so excited, the other people were sour. This guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes actually has such ability.

Then they all looked in the direction of Yu Nan with gloating. Just now, Miss Nan Xun compared him with her. Her original intention was to teach this unruly guy a lesson, but now Yu Nan was compared to him, which was embarrassing.

Yunan had just stolen the limelight, and because he was so handsome, he was the contestant that everyone thought was most likely to be Miss Nanxun's guest. Naturally, they wanted him to be defeated.

Thinking of this, the eyes looking at Zu An became softer. Why is this guy getting more and more pleasing to the eye?

Feeling the burning gazes from all directions, Yu Nan said coldly: "Who wrote your poem and what is its title? Yu boasts that he has read books for many years, although he does not know the poems of all dynasties by heart.

But I barely know a thing or two, but I have never heard of these two lines of your poem."

After hearing his words, other people also reacted and whispered among themselves. Indeed, although these two sentences are good, they have never heard them before.

Finally, they all looked at Miss Nanxun. After the series of comments just now, everyone knew that she probably had the highest literary quality in the room.

Nan Xun's expression was a little hesitant, but finally he said: "Maybe it's because I'm ignorant, and I really haven't heard of it, but there are so many poems in the world, and I can't possibly know them all."

What she said was impeccable, and neither party was offended.

But when she said this, everyone understood that there was indeed no such poem, and all looked at Zu An.

Everyone looked at him with admiration at first, but now they are ridiculing him. I don’t know where he came up with these two sentences to impersonate famous poets in history.

Zu An originally wanted to say Su Dongpo, but suddenly he was stunned because he realized that Su Dongpo did not exist in the history of this world, and no one believed him even if he said it.

But it's okay, it doesn't bother him at all.

"Oh, I just saw that all the suitable poems in history have been described by you, and the rest are also some crooked winter melons and bad jujubes. Saying it would offend Miss Nanxun's ears, so I took out a poem I once accidentally wrote.

Deal with it, don’t blame Miss Wang Nanxun." Zu An said without blushing or heartbeat.

What is copywriting and what is plagiarism?

It doesn’t exist, this is called cultural export!

Presumably Mr. Dongpo also wanted his poems to be widely sung in other worlds.

Nan Xun's eyes lit up: "Is this a poem written by Mr. Zu?"

Her attitude changed quickly, and she even used the title "gongzi".

"Made Miss Nanxun laugh." Zu An suddenly thought of the Tang and Song Dynasties, when poetry was the most prosperous in history. It seemed that many masterpieces were circulated in brothels. At that time, a group of literati and elegant people visited the brothels. Who could make a stunning poem?

Poetry will definitely be favored by brothel women.

After all, poems can be sung with music, and those famous brothel prostitutes also need a highly sung poem to increase their exposure and reputation.

In return, these women will serve them more attentively. Not only will they not accept money, but they will also repay the money.

The most famous thing is that Liu Yong and Liu San changed. He was hated by the emperor and could not enter the official career for the rest of his life. He could only spend his whole life being drunk in a brothel and never made a penny. On the contrary, it was the brothel women who supported him.

Liu Yong lived in poverty all his life and had no money to bury him when he died in old age. Finally, all the brothel girls in the city pooled their money to bury him...

Ah, bah, bah, I won't live in such a miserable state.

"Young Master is really a great talent!" Nan Xun's beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and he looked at him with eyes that seemed to be filled with affection.

Everyone was sore at this moment. Even Bi Ziang, who had been leaning leisurely on his seat, couldn't help but sit up straight. He was about to say something, but his heart suddenly moved and he glanced at Yu Nan on the other side, his face

A smile suddenly appeared on his face.

With that guy taking the lead, there is no need for me to be a villain.

As expected, Yu Nan said: "You said you wrote this poem? Did you plagiarize someone else's work and make it your own?"

In fact, this also represents the thoughts of everyone present. You must know that the image Zu An showed before is really...

How should I put it? Now that everyone hears that he can write poetry, it is like hearing that Li Kui can embroider. They subconsciously don’t believe it.

Zu An raised his eyebrows, this guy is really good at reading people!

But of course he would not admit it: "Is it possible that it was you who did it if I didn't do it? If someone else had really written this kind of poem, how could it have been covered in dust? It would have spread throughout the country long ago."

Everyone thought the same thing. If someone had such a poem, he would have already become famous and could not wait for others to plagiarize it.

Yunan was also a little unsure, but when he saw the proud look on Zu An's face, he felt unhappy. He was determined to win Miss Nanxun today, and whoever stopped her would die.

So he said coldly: "It's impossible to say for sure. Maybe some down-and-out literati had an idea before they died in some ruined temple, and it's possible that you happened to hear it and took it as your own."

Yi Zhibing and others on the side immediately helped, and each of them spoke with reason and basis, making other people in the venue also secretly nod. This situation is not impossible.

Zu An didn't defend himself, he just smiled and said, "I think you are just jealous. Jealousy really makes people look beyond recognition."

Yunan's handsome face turned a little red: "Will I be jealous of you? Hum, since you said this poem is yours, you will always know what the second half is, right?"

Literary culture in this world is not prosperous. In his opinion, these two sentences have exhausted the poet's talent. Even the original author probably didn't think clearly about it, let alone Zu An, the plagiarist?

Seeing Zu An's strange look, he also had a smile on his face: "Why, you didn't say you haven't had time to compose the next two sentences yet, did you?"

This is when the maid in the secret room upstairs said with excitement: "Miss, let me tell you, how could that person named Zu have such ability? Mr. Yu must be right."

"You just look at the handsome guy." The stunning woman rolled her eyes, which directly revealed her little thoughts. However, her attention also fell on Zu An, curious about how he would answer.

Zu An smiled and said: "Originally, I did just think of a few sentences temporarily, but when Young Master Yu said this, I just happened to think of the next two sentences."

Yu Nan's face changed slightly, and then Bi Zi'ang gloated and said, "Oh, tell me."

"This night will not last long in this life. Where can I see the bright moon next year?" Zu An said while looking at Miss Nan Xun.

Nanxun's face turned slightly red, thinking that he might be lamenting that he might not be able to see me like he did tonight next year, oops...

As soon as these two lines of poetry came out, the whole audience fell silent.

The more experienced you are, the more deeply you will feel about these two poems.

Even Yunan felt a shiver in his heart. He had never taken Zu An seriously before, but now he realized that he was a powerful enemy.

"This night will not last long in this life. Where can I see the bright moon next year..." The stunning woman in the secret room upstairs thought silently, and a sense of whereabouts came to her. Where will she be born next year? She may even have a life.

Can you see the moon...

She sighed quietly: "Ying'er, I miss home."

The maid named Ying'er's eyes turned red: "Miss, I miss home too."

…

At this time, Miss Nanxun downstairs asked curiously: "Young master really made a good poem. He wrote all the joys and sorrows of people in just a few lines. I wonder what the name of this poem is?"

Zu Anxin thought I was better at making wet hands. As for the name, who still remembers it.

He remembered the whole poem pretty well. The college entrance examination didn't test the title of the poem, so he naturally didn't memorize it.

Just as he was about to answer, he met Nan Xun's bright eyes that seemed to be filled with some kind of expectation. His heart moved and he said with a smile: "This poem is called "Mid-Autumn Moon* for Nan Xun"."
To be continued...