Cen Xiyan sighed inwardly, come again! Why are this endless?

That poem "Ode to Needle" seems vulgar, but is actually a very famous poem. It evolved from a masterpiece by Wen Yingjiang, a famous scholar in the late Qing Dynasty.

Wen Yingjiang is a man with a very literary talent, but his poetry style is simple and easy to understand, humorous, but also very ironic! To put it bluntly, he is an angry young man from the Republic of China era!

When Mo Manlu made a difficult question to her, Cen Xiyan instantly thought of Wen Yingjiang's masterpiece. However, she did not copy the original poem, but used a puzzle that evolved from "Yingzhen" that was circulated on the Internet. Therefore, the first two sentences are different from the masterpiece Wen Yingjiang, but the overall meaning is basically the same.

Poetry is different from songs. Songs are for everyone to sing and share listening and enjoyment with the world. However, when stolen poetry, Cen Xiyan felt that it was a bit unauthorized. She was unwilling to directly sign other people's works, so she used the online version of Yongzhen, but at least she had no signature.

But now, I want her to write poems again?! This rhythm that forces her to plagiarize!

Cen Xiyan felt helpless, but in this situation, she couldn't help but feel pretentious. She looked at Mo Junxuan and asked lightly: "What Prince Shuo means, can I pass the test by writing another poem and no longer bother me and let me write poems?"

Entanglement? It is normal to write poetry at a poetry meeting. In her opinion, it is actually entanglement?

Mo Junxuan raised his eyebrows, but at the end he nodded, "Yes, the last song, I think, isn't it a difficult Miss Cen Liu?"

Mo Manlu wanted to speak out and asked Cen Xiyan another problem, but was stopped by Mo Junxuan's stern eyes. Not only that, even Mo Junhan, who had always spoiled her, also gave her disagreeable gazes. Mo Xianyun even glanced at her with cold eyes!

Mo Manlu was unwilling to accept and aggrieved, but she still held it back and didn't dare to speak up and make things difficult for Cen Xiyan.

"Okay." Cen Xiyan nodded, agreed, then picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, frowned and pondered for a moment, and started writing on rice paper!

Seeing that Cen Xiyan had only thought about this for a while, everyone was surprised. Some people wondered if Cen Xiyan had already prepared for it and only made a splash today.

Of course, this kind of speculation can only be thought about in my heart. With Cen Xiyan's sharp satirical poems and Mo Xianyun's obvious protection, no one dared to raise objections.

Soon, Cen Xiyan stopped his pen, picked up the rice paper, and gently blew the undried ink marks on it.

At this time, Mo Xianyun stretched out his hand at Cen Xiyan again, and a clear and pleasant voice sounded in the room, "Take it."

Cen Xiyan understood in his heart that Mo Xian said that this man was just possessive and that he must be the first to appreciate her poems!

She thought he was childish and funny, but she still obediently walked over and handed the rice paper to his hands.

Mo Xianyun was very satisfied with Cen Xiyan's obedient attitude, and then raised the corners of his lips to Cen Xiyan and smiled.

Cen Xiyan heard a low breath sound in the room without any surprise!

She couldn't help but roll her eyes secretly, whispering in her heart, this monster!

Cen Xiyan returned to his seat, and Mo Xianyun slowly admired the rice paper in his hand. Seeing the poem Cen Xiyan wrote this time, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows high, widen his eyes, and a look of surprise appeared on his face!

Everyone was paying attention to Mo Xianyun's expression changes. Now seeing his expression, they were curious about what Cen Xiyan wrote, but while they were curious, they were a little nervous, afraid that she would write something embarrassing.

Mo Xianyun looked at the rice paper for a long time before handing it to Mo Junxuan on the table next to him.

Mo Junxuan couldn't wait to take it over. He looked down and saw that it was still beautiful running script, flowing and pleasing to the eye!

When he saw the specific content on the rice paper, he couldn't help but look amazed, and then he spoke with powerful and somewhat stimulating thoughts!

"The foolish woman from Kuaiji is fond of being a minister, and I also left my house and went north to Beijing. I laughed to the sky and went out. I am not a weed man!" After reciting the poem, he couldn't help but slapped the table excitedly and praised: "Okay! What a weed to the sky and go out. I am not a weed man!"

Everyone heard Mo Junxuan's chant and praise, and there was a moment of silence in the room, almost silent! But soon, a low chant and reading sound came. Some people who were good at poetry couldn't help but read these four lines of poetry repeatedly. After chewing, they were all excited and surprised, and even more, some people were already foolish!

Seeing everyone like this, Cen Xiyan couldn't help but sigh, the poem by the poet Li Bai really had different reactions!

In fact, she did not write the poem "Farewell to Children in Nanling to Beijing", but only borrowed the last four sentences. Because the poem in the previous part does not match her girlish identity and the current occasion, she only took the last four classic sentences and changed three words to change "Entering Qin in the West" to "Entering Beijing in the North", because "Entering Qin in the West" refers to Chang'an in another time and space history, and "Entering Beijing in the North" can be consistent with the fact that she returned to Beijing from Qingyuan Town.

As for the allusion of "the foolish woman in Kuaiji is a foolish woman in Maichen", there is no need to change it, because the protagonist of the allusion, Zhu Maichen, is from the Western Han Dynasty. Now this time and space history has been traveled all over the Southern and Northern Dynasties. The previous history still overlaps with the original history.

Mo Junxuan held the rice paper and was reluctant to let go. In the end, Mo Junhan couldn't help but snatch it directly from him, and he still had a chance to appreciate it.

Finally, Mo Xianyun spoke again and said, "pass on it", so that the others could carefully read and study.

However, the slowest circulating was only in the men's circle. However, few people were fascinated by the noble girls.

Because this poem is too arrogant and domineering, a man will feel excited and happy when he read this poem! But the exquisite and gorgeous poems that set off the noble girls are too petty, or they cannot be put on the table!

Now many noble girls feel very uncomfortable! They suddenly have a cognition in their hearts. It turns out that Cen Xiyan is not good at poetry, but that she doesn’t bother with those romantic things!

Her mind and they are not at the same level!

This understanding made many noble girls feel extremely uncomfortable, unwilling, but frustrated.

In fact, it is not only the noble girls, but also the noble boys, after admiring, they feel ashamed and sighed!

Cen Xihan clenched his fists with both hands, and because he tried too hard, his nails finally got into the flesh! She wanted Cen Xiyan to make a fool of himself! But how could this happen! She actually made such a big show of popularity! How could she have such literary talent? How could this be possible!

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ps: Emma! Today is the day when Ao Fei received the most red envelopes since she opened her book. She was shocked! Dear, you are so powerful! Thank you!

Happy New Year to everyone!!
Chapter completed!