Many officials lowered their heads and poured themselves wine to cover up their embarrassment. Zhao Nong asked: "Do you think this "Linjiangxian" was written by Li Qingcha?" Everyone present was a smart person. As soon as these words came out, they immediately understood the situation. Rui Yuankai nodded. "It is indeed suspicious. How can Li Qingcha have such a far-sighted vision at such a young age? It doesn't make sense... It doesn't make sense..." Others followed suit. Zhao Nong tried hard to appear indifferent, but he couldn't help but smile. Rui Yuankai continued to stroke the hair. "In terms of justice, we are not as good as Mr. Zhao; in terms of personal vengeance..." Zhao Nong waved his hand.
"Although I was humiliated by Li Qingcha using plagiarized words, it cannot be considered a personal vendetta." "Mr. Zhao is a man of high moral character. However, no matter what, you can put aside the past and take the initiative to invite Li Qingcha and even host a banquet for him. You are much more magnanimous than us." "No, I just don't want to see young people go astray." In the eyes of the ancients, copying was a common thing. For example, in the Dream of the Red Chamber, there is the original sentence: "All those students have read this, but they cannot come up with their own ideas, and most of them plagiarize." But most likely not many people would know about this. Because most people who copy will not choose the works of famous people, but will go to a remote area and look for an unsigned and fraudulent poem from the ruins. In other words, it is difficult to find the original author when questioning whether a person copied a poem. Therefore, it is necessary to combine the experience of the person, and at the same time, the questioner must have a large enough circle of friends to spread his voice. Just like Zhao Nong now, he has the endorsement of the entire Bozhou officialdom. He snorted coldly, Li Qingcha, ah Li Qingcha, if I can't cure Chu Zhongtian, can't I cure you? Just wait for me! He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. Not long after, footsteps were heard downstairs. Everyone looked over. Li Qingcha slowly climbed the stairs, looking around. "Forgive me, Li is late." She looked around and found that the atmosphere was a little off. It was different from the reconciliation she had expected, but instead felt like a Hongmen Banquet.
The most unexpected thing was that Jian Zengren was not there. "Where is Lord Jian?" Li Qingcha asked. "..." No one said a word. All the officials looked at Zhao Nong, as if they were following his lead. Zhao Nong instantly gained confidence. He was calm and composed, and continued to drink at his seat. He was so relaxed and composed, as if he had returned to the feeling of being in charge of everything in the capital. Li Qingcha also looked over with everyone else. Her expression changed. First I was stunned. (°-°〃) Then it dawned on me, Σ(⊙▽⊙"a "Oh it's you!" Zhao Nong: !!! What a wonderful “it’s you”! I actually forgot about myself... He almost spit out the wine in his mouth on the spot. What was even more fatal was that Li Qingcha hadn't finished speaking yet. "When I received the invitation, I felt that the name Zhao Nong sounded familiar. No wonder, we met once before outside Chengtian Gate." Zhao Nong almost cried on the spot. This time, he had completely lost face. He was shaking with anger. "Li Qingcha, how dare you tease me!?" Li Qingcha shook his head. "No. Why would I tease you? I almost forgot who you are." Also said! Still talking about it!
Zhao Nong kept stroking his chest gently to prevent himself from suffocating. Li Qingcha didn't care about this brother at all. "Where is Lord Zhao?" Rui Yuankai looked at Zhao Nong and knew that the old man would not be able to continue Li Qingcha's words at this time, so he said, "Mr. Li, Lord Jian is busy with official duties and cannot attend today's poetry meeting." Poetry meeting? Li Qingcha was confused. "Is today a holiday?" "This..." Rui Yuankai paused, "The plum rain season is coming soon. Scholars in Bozhou often write poems and articles to pray for clear weather, and gradually formed the rules of poetry gatherings." “I’m not from Bozhou.” "..." Rui Yuankai was also confused. Chapter 217 Is it us who have the problem? Add more. ￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥ On that day, Jian Zengren held a banquet at Baihua Garden. Rui Yuankai was also present. He knew that Li Qingcha was a person who did not play by the rules. But I didn't expect it to be so unconventional. Li Qingcha raised his eyebrows. "Master Jane is not coming today?" "..." No one answered. Li Qingcha fell into deep thought. If Jian Zengren doesn't come, it means he is not going to take the opportunity to reconcile. Then what is the purpose of this meal? interesting…… She decided not to leave and sat down at the host's seat. Zhao Nong also caught his breath at this time, and said: "Mr. Li's "Linjiangxian" has been well received by everyone, and it is said to have a momentum that covers the mountains and rivers. I wonder what experience Mr. Li has had that led to such an insight?" At this point, even a fool could tell that the other party was questioning whether he had plagiarized the poem. Li Qingcha smiled, "Enlightenment?"
When Zhao Nong saw Li Qingcha taking over, he immediately nodded like crazy. "Yes. Regardless of poetry, its function is to express one's mind and feelings. How could Mr. Li write "Linjiangxian" at such a young age? I advise you that a gentleman should be cautious when he is alone." "Master Zhao... cough... Master Zhaoqian, you are quite old and have enough insights. Can you write a poem of the same level as "Linjiangxian"? How about showing it to us?" "You! @#￥%*..." Zhao Nong's speech was incoherent. It would be fine if Li Qingcha mocked me for not being good at poetry, but what about "former sir"? Isn't that just rubbing salt into the wound? He held it in for a long time before he uttered a sentence: "If a man has no manners, what is the point of not dying?" Li Qingcha: ￣□￣｜｜ The old man's mental strength doesn't seem to be very good. After being hit by a few words, he started cursing others to death. and…… "Master Zhao Qian, why are you unbuckling your belt?" Li Qingcha shrank back. After all, she is a woman, and she is really afraid that the other party will take off his pants and act like a hooligan. Zhao Nong scolded: "This belt was given by the late emperor. It is used to punish corrupt officials. I will give you a good beating today!" Call ~ It turns out that he is not a hooligan. That would be easy. Clang—— The light flashed out like lightning and hit the table in front of Li Qingcha. She held the hilt of the knife with one hand. "Master Zhao Qian, you should sit back down. I'm worried that you might stumble when you rush over and accidentally cut your neck with my knife." Zhao Nong: “…” He sat back obediently. Li Qingcha raised the corner of his mouth. If it was a minister like Chu Zhongtian, he would definitely rather die than surrender. But Zhao Nong... After being demoted, he still had to perform in front of Chengtian Gate. Such a person who only seeks fame and reputation must be very careful about his life.
When dealing with such people, the effect of establishing deterrence cannot be bad. Rui Yuankai found that Zhao Nong had become impotent, so he changed the subject. "From what Mr. Li said, do you think poetry is more about technique?" Li Qingcha shook his head. “I can’t write poetry.” "Mr. Li, you must be joking. Isn't that Linjiangxian written by you?"