The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

The little girl disliked him in every possible way, but she couldn't break free from his hand, so she could only remind her in a low voice: "That's a witch hazel... I can't read all the words, so don't recite poems!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The middle-aged man laughed loudly: "Don't care about these details, I'm going to be obsessed again! Willow-colored draped phoenix phoenix, slender hands gently holding red beans, green moths are full of love. Peach Blossom Cave, Yaotai Dream, who will share the sorrow of spring? Haha Haha, little girl, how is my poem?"

The little girl scratched her head wildly with her free hand: "Guest officer! I can understand your desire to write poems for nothing, but you don't have to sing the poems written by our young master, right? This is the poem we wrote when Tianxiang Pavilion reopened. It’s still hanging on the plaque, don’t you find it embarrassing?”

The middle-aged man froze, as if he really did, no wonder this song was the first thing he thought of just now.

He was a little dissatisfied, and said bluntly: "Nonsense! This is my poem!"

When the little girl heard that someone was going to steal her boss's things, she immediately became hardened: "Nonsense! When Tianxiang Pavilion reopened, when our young master wrote a poem, dozens of people watched. You said this poem is What evidence do you have?"

The middle-aged man snorted: "I didn't say that he didn't write this poem, but what he wrote could also be mine."

The little girl was even more dissatisfied: "Why are you so arrogant?"

The middle-aged man curled his lips: "Because your boss stole more than 100 poems from me, and it is reasonable to return more than 100 poems to me. I just want to return one, and you are not happy? Isn't this a robber?"

Now, the girls and guests onlookers were not happy either.

"Guest officer, how many dishes do you drink like this?"

"Zhao Hao is our Great Wilderness Wenquxing star. If you want him to write all the poems you copied, wouldn't that mean that the title of Great Wilderness Wenquxing star will belong to you?"

"You really dare to talk nonsense without any evidence. Why don't you say that the palace is yours?"

"I think that you are always missed by others. Be careful not to sleep naked when you sleep, or your pants will be stolen!"

"If I really stole your poems, I wouldn't have seen you coming to expose them!"

"Tell me, which poem Zhao Hao copied from you!"

It's not that these guests support Zhao Hao.

The main thing is that Zhao Hao is now a popular figure in the literary world of the deserted country. If this plagiarism is exposed, it will simply be an indelible stain on his career as a poet.

Wouldn't the barren country's literary world collapse if it took the tainted poet as the front line?

The middle-aged man refused to accept at all, puffed out his chest and said righteously: "A man stands between heaven and earth, making up nonsense to kill the whole family! I said that Zhao Hao stole my poems, can I frame him out of thin air?"

Now Zhao Hao also felt that this person seemed to have some intentions: "Give way, let's go!"

As he spoke, he squeezed through the crowd.

When everyone saw Zhao Hao, they immediately became excited.

They have all seen the force value of middle-aged people, and they dare not go up to beat someone.

We can only look forward to a brave man fighting or fighting with this person.

But it is obvious that martial fighting is not as good as literary fighting.

Zhao Hao sat across from the middle-aged man, and said with a smile, "This poet friend, you said that I stole more than 100 poems from you?"

The middle-aged man stared at Zhao Hao for a while, and said with dissatisfaction, "You are Zhao Hao?"

"hold head high!"

Zhao Hao spread his hands, but carefully observed the middle-aged Xingzi.

It stands to reason that if you are so angry with yourself, there must be too much black energy on Xingzi, but I didn't expect this person's white light to be quite dazzling. He tried to generate black energy several times, but all ended in failure.

Hey... this scene is really weird.

The middle-aged man frowned and questioned: "Zhao Hao, let me ask you, why did you copy my poem?"

Zhao Hao grinned: "I copied so many poems, I don't know which one is yours."

In this sentence, he really didn't lie, he did copy a lot of poems.

But... it seems that I have never copied the poems of people in this world!

Could it be that the hand slipped and copied it wrong?

Hearing this, the middle-aged man became more and more annoyed: "You still don't admit it?"

Zhao Hao pondered for a moment: "I don't know your surname Gao?"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath: "You don't change your name or surname when you go down, Yang Wanli!"

Zhao Hao: "..."

Fog grass!

Yang Wanli also crossed?

So, I really surpass his poems?

He hesitated for a while: "Don't be impatient, Your Excellency. Let me guess a few poems and see if I copied them from you."

Seeing that his attitude was not bad, Yang Wanli calmed down a little, and made a gesture of invitation: "Say it!"

Zhao Hao tentatively said: "After all, in the middle of June in West Lake, the scenery is not the same as that of four seasons. The lotus leaves are boundless in the sky, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun. This poem, is it your Excellency?"

Hearing this poem, Yang Wanli's eyes suddenly brightened, and he immediately stood up: "Good poem! Good poem!"

But immediately, his smile disappeared, and instead he showed a sad expression: "It would be great if it was really done by me!"

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment: "Ah? Didn't you do it?"

Yang Wanli sighed: "The poem is excellent, but it's true that I didn't write it..."

Zhao Hao asked again: "The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the softness. The little lotus just showed its sharp horns, and a dragonfly stood on it long ago?"

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Yang Wanli stood up again, and became more lonely: "Unfortunately, I didn't do it either."

Zhao Hao breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that it was just the same name, so he could only ask, "Then, can you tell me which poem of yours I copied?"

Yang Wanli suddenly got a little tangled up, and after a long pause, he asked, "Young Master Zhao, in the past you competed with literati from the Four Kingdoms for poetry, but did you ever secretly sell hundreds of poems to literati from the Jin Kingdom?"

"hold head high……"

"A lot of them are mine!"

Yang Wanli became angry again: "Dahuang Lake, the deserted lake is big, and there are toads in the Dahuang Lake, poking and bouncing! This poem is just mere writing."