Fu Tang

Li Congjia took a look at Shi Xingyi and felt that this was his god teammate. At first, he was worried that the poems he remembered might not match the title, so he might as well plagiarize once the time came.

I never expected that such a title was actually given. Although the lyrics are not suitable for today's banquet scene, it is still based on the theme of plum blossoms.

Li Minglang was thinking hard with a brush. Li Congjia glanced at him and wrote the word "plum blossom" with a pen.

Zhao Kuangyin stood beside Li Congjia and watched it openly. When he saw Li Congjia's calligraphy, he couldn't help but feel his eyes brighten. Just because of this calligraphy, he believed Li Congjia a little more.

As soon as Shi Xing stood beside Li Minglang, he saw that he had only written the three words "Sapphire Case", he couldn't help shaking his head, Li Minglang's writing was really not very good, he saw that Li Minglang couldn't write it for a while, so he slipped away Dada walked to Li Congjia's side.

At this time, Li Congjia had already written the first sentence: Attentively transplanted land, Qushen Xiaolan.

The teacher stopped immediately, waiting for Li Congjia to continue writing.

Tian Tongpan couldn't help but also followed to take a look, and even Zhizhou surrounded him.

Li Congjia was not nervous when surrounded by a group of big shots, and calmly finished the remaining few sentences: Let's make an appointment to celebrate the day, and worry about Sheng Yan.Block the wind and open the barriers, and take advantage of the moon to irrigate the cold spring.Unexpectedly, before and after the flowers, the eyebrows are not complete.Dongjun didn't know if he lost the Fireworks Master.What's the use of the fragrance, it's like last year's branches.

In order not to appear so against the sky, I will pause slightly after each sentence.

However, even so, it is really shocking. Such speed and completion are almost complete.

After Li Congjia put down his pen, he smiled shyly, bowed to the big brothers and stepped back, letting them appreciate it.He glanced at Li Minglang beside him, um, apart from the three words Qingyu case, there was not a single word.

In this round, he won for sure!

After Zhao Kuangyin read it twice, he always felt that... this poem was different from the ones he had read before. Before, most of the poems were about plum blossoms, and most of them were poems chanting aspirations, but this one... no matter how illiterate Zhao Kuangyin was. It can be vaguely seen that it seems to be more inclined to narrative poetry.

In this poem, the plum blossom is just a prop, and this poem... this poem Nima uses the plum blossom to show her affection.

After reading it, Shi Xing put it down and said, "Young man, how can you write such an old-fashioned work?"

Li Congjia sighed: "The homeland is destroyed, and the heart is old before it is old."

After saying these words, he felt that he pretended to be a bit too much, but he had no choice but to continue to pretend.

Shi Xing was taken aback for a moment, he didn't know about Li Congjia's "life experience" before, but when he heard Li Congjia's sigh and saw his gloomy expression, he felt a little puzzled.

Li Congjia didn't want to get entangled in this matter, so he quickly glanced at Li Minglang next to him, and then looked away, feeling really speechless: this guy hasn't written a single word except for the title!

However, the time for three incense sticks now... Basically, there is not much in the past. A group of big bosses are waiting there, and the pressure is not trivial.

Li Minglang was already in a state of uncertainty, but now he heard everyone's praises for Li Congjia, and his heart was even more anxious. He felt his mind was blank, and he had already started to think about what would happen if he was really exposed.

At that time, he would probably be kicked out of Lantian Academy and become the biggest joke in the literati circle of Jiangdu Prefecture.

The more Li Minglang thinks about it, the more frightened he becomes, and then he thinks that his future father-in-law's family is interested in his talent and reputation. If he doesn't have these support and reputation, he will definitely be divorced!

At that time, he will be even worse than before, and he will not be able to go any further in his life. Thinking of this, Li Minglang couldn't help but blacken his eyes.

Li Congjia explained at the teacher's meeting that he was thinking of his dead wife, and explained a few lines of poems, which is very typical of seeing things and thinking about others.

As soon as the teacher was about to comment, he heard the servant next to him exclaim: "Mr. Li?"

When everyone turned their heads and found that Li Minglang had rushed to the street, Li Congjia was stunned and depressed. When did he get dizzy, but now he is dizzy. Who wins?

Moreover, Li Minglang can escape from illness, so if this matter drags on for a long time, everyone will naturally not care about it anymore. At that time...but he can't force a patient, that would be against the style of a gentleman, and it would be ruined!

Li Congjia was full of depression, but on the surface he asked with concern: "What's wrong with him? Wasn't he fine before?"

Fortunately, there will be no shortage of doctors in Zhizhou's mansion. Zhizhou directly called the doctor, and then let Li Minglang lie flat on the rattan mat.

The doctor felt a pulse, and he opened his mouth and said: "My heart is too hot."

Master Xingyi asked, "How to heal?"

Shi Xingyi was also a little unhappy, before the winner was decided, his own disciples fainted first, it would be fine if all of them were honest and gentlemen, but I am afraid that some villains with dark thoughts will say that Li Minglang has no ink , can't write good poems, and pretends to be dizzy on purpose, so how can he afford to lose this person?

The doctor simply said: "Don't worry."

Then he stretched out his hand and pinched hard in the crowd, which woke up Li Minglang.

When Li Minglang opened his eyes and saw everyone surrounding him, he was a little surprised at first, but after he figured it out, he saw that there was still one and a half sticks left of the three sticks of incense used for timekeeping, and he wanted to die immediately.

He reacted quickly, seeing that he couldn't write, and he was no match for Li Congjia, so he had to put on a weak face and panted and asked, "I... what's wrong with me?"

While talking in my heart, I was secretly ruthless, and decided that as long as I escaped this catastrophe, I must find someone to break Li Yu's arm when I go back. Can't you write?I see that your arm is broken, how can you still write!

When Li Congjia saw his gloomy eyes, he knew that this man hated him, but he didn't care. Since Li Minglang had plagiarized, he must wish the original author to die soon.

The teacher yelled: "The teacher said not to be in a hurry, but to be calm and calm. At your age, you are not as calm as a young man!"

Li Congjia looked around for a week and found that besides the servant, he was the youngest person present, so he had to accept the title of young man, and felt that Shi Xingyi was really a good hand to help him hate.

Li Minglang spoke Weiwei, struggling to stand up and said: "Student knows his mistake, student will write immediately."

As a result, before he could fully get up, he fell back again.

Li Congjia couldn't help turning his head, his acting skills were really unbelievable.

Li Minglang's IQ is really low to a certain extent, and he doesn't even look at who is present here, a Dingguojiedushi, a Zhizhou, a general judge, and an old academy chief, which one of them? Not human?One could tell at a glance that Li Minglang was pretending!

The corners of Zhao Kuangyin's mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of sarcasm. There was nothing to be seen on Zhizhou's face, but Tian Tongpan looked relieved - now it can almost be proved that the poem was not written by Li Minglang, his son I didn't lie, I was just too straightforward, okay, okay.

The only person who was unhappy was probably Shi Xingyi, Li Minglang's timid performance directly put him on the wall.

When Shixing thought of his life, he was noble and pure.As a result, he was hanged on the pillar of shame by a plagiarist, and he was so angry.

He really wanted Li Minglang not to pretend to be dead, and to write as soon as possible, as long as he could write a poem, even if he didn't write it very well, he would have to use illness as an excuse.

However, he also understood that with Li Minglang's behavior, he might not be able to write a single sentence.

The teacher walks as sinking as water, Li Minglang looks terrified, and the hall becomes quiet for a moment.

Li Congjia looked at the crowd. At this moment, he was not sure whether he should show his generosity.

To be honest, he didn't want to care about it at all. Li Minglang was so deadly, he was already very gracious if he didn't make trouble, so he still wanted to help?

Even if you help, with the other party's petty heart, you will only hate him even more, so you won't feel any gratitude to him.

But what he was thinking about was Master Xingyi, this great Confucian, it's not easy to offend, offending him is equivalent to offending all his disciples, and if the reputation value doesn't increase by then, I'm afraid it will plummet.

Li Congjia thought for a while before saying: "Since Mr. Li Lang is not feeling well, let's take a rest. Anyway, it's still early. According to your great talent, half a stick of incense is probably enough time. Why does it take so long?"

Li Minglang's face froze, and at this time the doctor next to him had already said: "This gentleman has no serious physical illness, it's just a temporary illness, I think it will be fine if he rests for a while."

The doctor was very dissatisfied, just now he said that Li Minglang has no problem, Li Minglang pretended to be dying, it means that he is not good at medicine, he will lose his job!

Seeing a ladder being handed over, the teacher immediately said: "So, you can take a break and write again. If you don't write before the three sticks of incense burn out, you will be considered a loser."

Li Minglang panicked and hated his teacher Xingyi, so he could only say: "I obey."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Li Congjia. Li Congjia didn't have any expression on his face at this time, but Li Minglang felt that the other party was laughing at him, so he couldn't help gritting his teeth and said: "Li Langjun is so talented, I only write one song in the time of Sanzhuxiang." , I'm afraid it's not enough?"

Li Congjia was slightly taken aback, and asked with some doubts: "You mean, you want me to write more songs?"

Li Minglang just said it casually just now, but after the words came out, his mind turned a few times, and he already had calculations in his heart.

Now he can only jump over the wall in a hurry, anyway, if he sees that he can't get something good, that can't make Li Congjia stand out!This person must be dragged into the water, as long as he can't write the second song, then I will kill him and plagiarize the words written by others!

Li Minglang took it for granted: "That's right, otherwise who would know if what Li Langjun wrote was written by himself?"

Li Congjia: I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.