Long Aotian knelt down to me [Quick Transmigration]

Although there are more than [-] poems, they are all poems, and they are not long. It only takes a quarter of an hour to browse from the beginning to the end, but it will take a long time if you have an aftertaste.

Yang Guming had already read it roughly once before, but when he read it again now, he still felt his heart was shaken. He took a long breath before he managed to calm himself down. He turned his head to the person next to him, "Shou Che, how do you feel?"

But there was no answer for a long time, Yang Guming couldn't help raising his voice, "Shou Che? Shou Che?!"

He called it several times before finally getting a vague "Huh?"

Yang Guming laughed out loud, "Shou Che, you are like this again! If I hadn't called you to read Mr. Zuo Ming's article back then, you would have been locked in the school... What? I didn’t lie to you this time, did I? Such a masterpiece is worth ten pine ink ingots.”

Yang Shouche had no time to look back at all, he didn't even know what was written behind.

The poem listed at the very beginning was circling in his mind, and the chaotic thoughts turned the ink characters on the white paper into winding black snakes. How could he have the mood to read it?Now that Yang Guming asked him this question, he only agreed a few times indiscriminately.

Yang Guming didn't care about his attitude, the other party used to see good articles and poems like this, and his mind was not in the spirit of the soul.Yang Guming led the person back to the room, so that his friend would not be locked away if he was preoccupied, so he left with peace of mind.

At the same time, Fang Xia on the other side finally had a guess about Hong Zimu's identity after careful deliberation and bold arguments.

——The time traveler from the afterlife.

Although it is a guess, it is already [-]% to [-]% sure.

No wonder his previous points were weird.

Based on this point, Fang Xia calculated the people he had contacted the most since he came to this world, and soon he knew the real candidate for the Son of Destiny: he knew it by elimination, and it must be Yang Shouche.

After figuring this out, Fang Xia breathed a sigh of relief, thanks to the fact that he made up his mind to lie flat at the beginning, otherwise the current situation would not know how it would end.

Counting the three worlds he has experienced, the invader in this world is the one who has succeeded the most, more like Aotian than Zhen Aotian.

But what made Fang Xia a little strange was that Hong Zimu plagiarized so closely that he didn't seem to know Yang Shouche himself.

But after he thought about it, he seemed to understand that people at the moment used characters to refer to each other, which was different from the names handed down from later generations. Everyone knows that "Li Taibai" is "Li Bai", but many people have to react when they say "Bai Letian" refers to "Bai Juyi". Besides, "Zhang Shuda" refers to "Zhang Juzheng", even fewer people know... ...There are also problems such as duplicate names, sound similarities, and loss of later generations' materials, etc. It seems quite normal not to recognize them.

Thinking of this, Fang Xia still felt that the situation was a little tricky.

If plagiarism is easy to deal with, but the problem now is that what is copied is something from the future, which makes it difficult for people to find evidence.

The last time he heard Yang Shouche's poem was evidence, but the problem was that only he knew about that poem and Yang Shouche knew about it.

Fang Xia could come forward as evidence for Yang Shouche, but he still knew that he might not have that much credibility, and his prestige in the academy largely depended on his status as a master.But judging from the situation that day, compared with Hong Zimu, who was already well-known, he was still slightly inferior. If things were not handled properly, it would be easy to self-defeating.

Fang Xia couldn't help but turn his attention to the system mall, if only there was "Veritaserum".

Ten minutes later, Fang Xia silently closed the mall interface.

There is indeed, but the price is far from what he can afford.

When the points are used, you will hate less.

In the final analysis, all problems are still poor.

After being severely beaten by the mall, Fang Xia fully and profoundly realized that taking shortcuts is the preferential treatment for krypton gold players, and a poor class like him can only rely on himself.

After thinking about it, Fang Xia felt that he had to expand his camp first, and he had to have someone with prestige—at least someone with much more prestige than him—to stand by his side.

Within the scope of this academy, this candidate is well determined.

In this academy, who can have more prestige than the head of the mountain?If he can convince the other party, the situation becomes much simpler.

Fang Xia flipped through the twenty or so poems, each of which could be called a classic with a different style.

A masterpiece is a masterpiece, but if it is said that it was all written by one person, such a young student, it is a bit reluctant.

In this way, Fang Xia felt that the probability of persuading the other party was quite high.After all, persuading one person is much less difficult than convincing a group of people, and some things are fine if they are not pointed out. After being pointed out, it is inevitable to feel strange when you think about it later.

Thinking of this, he sorted out the poems in his hand, and went to the residence of the mountain chief.

Fang Xia was thinking about things in his heart, and he had no time to pay attention to the surrounding scenery on the road. Naturally, he didn't notice a figure who hastily avoided and hid behind a tree.

On the other side, Yang Shouche, who was hiding behind a tree with his tense body, slowly relaxed when he heard the footsteps gradually going away.

Yang Shouche's pale face slid down the tree trunk and fell down from his body.

This time, Yang Shouche originally thought that the voice in his head would laugh at him, but unexpectedly, the other party didn't say anything, and just watched all this happen coldly and indifferently.

Later, Yang Shouche also discovered that the time of the poem fighting meeting was later than when he asked Mr. Fang to point out the poems.

But at such a time, it doesn't matter who comes first. There are more than [-] excellent pieces, each of which is full of talent, so what reason does the other party have to include his one among them?

——This is really indisputable.

It was rumored that Master Fang was also there on the day of the Poetry Competition, but the other party did not come to look for him afterwards.

Yang Shouche naturally had this kind of speculation: Is it because he is completely disappointed in him and doesn't even want to give him a chance to argue?

The young man who thought this way only felt that his body was getting colder and colder.

Fang Xia originally thought it would take a lot of effort to convince the head of the mountain, but he hadn't shown his poems as evidence, and just mentioned his intention, the other party shook his head.

"This kind of thing is what you like, and it's not easy for outsiders to intervene."

The old mountain chief sighed, "Mr. Hong is also eager to love his son and has been confused. He has worked hard to wash away his son's past reputation... It's just some articles on weekdays. When it comes to the scientific examination room, he can't do it anymore. .”

Fang Xia: "?"

The old mountain chief misunderstood Fang Xia's confused expression as something else. He raised his hand and patted Fang Xia's shoulder and sighed, "This world is so difficult that we can't generalize it. My little friend has such a clear heart It’s a great good deed, but it’s just that I have personal difficulties... The person who grabbed the pen behind his back was not an idler. Although he didn’t know what kind of difficulties he encountered, he was willing to write for others. When the timing is right, it will surely rise like a kun turning into a roc.”

After listening to such a long passage, Fang Xia finally understood what the old Shanzhang meant. Did the Shanzhang think that Mr. Hong hired a ghostwriter for his son?Regardless of unnatural factors, it seems to make sense for the head of the mountain to think about it this way. After all, the profession of "gunner" has been repeatedly banned from ancient times to the present.

But the problem is that it's not the hired gunner now, but the plagiarism of the future! !

But obviously, not to mention that he is currently restricted by the world consciousness and cannot tell the truth, even if he tells it, it is still a question of whether the other party will believe it or not.Fang Xia felt that rather than believing it, Lao Shanzhang was more likely to take his words as crazy, and maybe he still thought that his broken brain was not healed.

Fang Xia hesitated, but still put the few poems he brought as evidence in front of Lao Shanzhang.

The other party seemed to sigh because of his "obsession", but he still took it and looked at it, frowning a little bit for a while.Obviously, there was suspicion in advance, and it was easy to see that several poems in it were not written by the same person, so I frowned.

After all, Laoshanchang has lived for so many years and has seen a lot. He has already had some guesses about the ghostwriting of the Hong family, and he knows why in his heart. Fame, can not help but be eager for quick success.

Although the head of the mountain didn't like it, but this kind of thing is what you like, I just want to earn some fame, and I can't cheat in the imperial examination room. Master Hong is also quite capable around here, so he really doesn't want to offend people because of this.

It's just that these poems at this moment made him suspicious. These poems have different styles, and it can be seen that they are not written by the same person.

It's just that it's a bit of a stretch to say that it was collected by the Hong family's visits.Master Hong has some influence nearby, but how can this masterpiece handed down from generation to generation be found by a landlord who was unknown before?

Shan Chang felt a little suspicious, but the situation was too strange, and he didn't know how to doubt and which direction to doubt, so he couldn't help but remain silent for a while.

Looking at the expression on the head of the mountain, Fang Xia knew that he was shaken, so he took the opportunity to propose, "This junior has a way, but I don't know if it is feasible, and I don't know if the head of the mountain is willing to help?"

Lao Shanzhang frowned even tighter, and looked up at Fang Xia.

Fang Xia looked back calmly.

After a while, the former sighed, "If there is any way, you can talk about it first."

Fang Xia does have some ideas, but whether this method can be done depends on another person.

So after finishing the work of the old mountain chief, he hurriedly wanted to find someone, but he didn't want to run into the person he was looking for before he came out a few steps.

"Shou Che?"

Fang Xia couldn't help yelling when he saw someone, and he didn't expect to meet him on the road by such a coincidence.

But it wasn't a coincidence, but Yang Shouche just stood there for a long time, and finally decided to catch up to explain.

He had a clear conscience about this matter, and he didn't want Master Fang to misunderstand him.

But even so, Yang Shouche was not sure how much his explanation would be believed by the other party.

After all, this kind of thing was too coincidental. If it hadn't happened at a poetry meeting, even Yang Shouche himself wouldn't believe that there was such a bizarre thing in the world.

Yang Shouche could even feel that although the ghost lodging on him didn't make a sound, there was still a bright mocking emotion about his decision, as if it was waiting for him to hit a wall.

Naturally, Fang Xia didn't know the complex emotions of the person in front of him. After a brief moment of surprise, he hurriedly greeted him, "Coincidentally, I was just going to find you."

Fang Xia originally wanted to continue talking, but looking at the surrounding scene, this fact is not suitable for talking outside.

He hesitated for a while, and asked Yang Shouche for his opinion, "Why don't you go to my place?"

The excitement of the Poetry Competition that day has not yet passed, and Yang Shouche knew that there would be no second matter for his master to find him now.He originally came here to explain this matter, and naturally he would no longer retreat when the matter came to an end, of course he nodded in response.

Fang Xia organized his speech all the way, but he didn't pay too much attention to Yang Shouche who was at the side. When he got there, he finally noticed the ugly face of the other party.At the same time, he also thought of the raucous poetry competition that day, and it was impossible for Yang Shouche, who was also in the academy, to know about it.

The poem I wrote was put under the name of another person, and I wanted to explain it, but because of the talent and name of the other person, I was worried that no one would listen to my words.

The more Fang Xia thinks about it, the more he feels that the real Aotian in this world is really miserable.

He couldn't help but raised his hand and patted Yang Shouche's shoulder and sighed, "I'm sorry for you."

Yang Shouche was stunned.

— What do you mean, Master?

Yang Shouche only felt his heartbeat stop for a moment, but he didn't dare to think about it deeply for a while, for fear that it would end up being an empty joy.