At this time, there was already a turmoil in the courtyard. Although the literati and talented people were whispering, the wealthy and wealthy businessmen were all amazed. Even the girls upstairs were talking about the sound of orioles, and the topics were naturally related to Chu Huan.

Since Mr. Lan said that, no one dared to doubt the evaluation level of these gentlemen. They were surprised that such a young man without any literary temperament wrote forty-five poems in half an hour, and most of them were highly praised by the three gentlemen.

Of course they knew what this meant. Although it was a miracle, the Wenhua in Chu Huan's next hand could completely change the current ranking of girls.

Mr. Lan and the other two evaluated each song. From beginning to end, the three of them nodded frequently, sometimes making admiring sounds, and sometimes they couldn't help but recite them out loud.

It should be noted that Chu Huan's poems were the Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties. There were as many talented literati and genius in these four dynasties. There were thousands of poems written by Chu Huan, but those who could be passed down and were familiar to ordinary people like Chu Huan are naturally the best among them. It is like rushing gold from the vast sea of ​​sand. Every poem written by Chu Huan is a fine product that has been passed down through the test of time.

As the night fell, Mr. Lan finally stood up again and whispered: "After the evaluation of the three of me, Chu Huan has 45 poems written by him, thirty-nine of which passed, and the remaining six are not necessarily inaccurate, but there are slight flaws, so we can discuss them again!" He stared at Chu Huan and exclaimed: "I don't know where you are from?"

Chu Huan laughed and said, "Sir, these poems are indeed not written below, they are all written by Mr. Xu!"

Mr. Lan pondered slightly, looked at Yingren, and asked with a smile: "This young master has a big name for his surname Gao?"

Yingren was already very excited at this time. According to the rules, Chu Huan could defeat Luo Ding as long as he passed thirteen poems. At this time, he passed thirty-nine poems, which was three times higher than required. That would completely defeat Luo Ding, and Ling Shuang was safe and sound.

Mr. Lan asked, and Yingren hurriedly said, "My surname is Xu!"

Mr. Lan asked again with a smile: "Young Master Xu doesn't know where the master goes?"

"I...!" Yingren didn't dare to say that he was Xu Congyang's disciple, so he could only say: "I have many gentlemen, one who comes and one goes, and they all invite the professors at home."

Seeing Yingren's vague words, Mr. Lan only thought that he was unwilling to say more. He would not make things difficult for others. He smiled and said, "Congratulations to Mr. Xu, thirty-nine poems passed, and he deserved it. Such achievements are hard to achieve. If Mr. Xu has some time, he would like to ask Mr. Xu to go to my Caotang Academy. I am willing to talk to Mr. Xu to sing poems and wait for advice!"

Yingren's face was still a little thin after all. Chu Huan's credit fell on him, which made his face slightly red, and he bowed, "I dare not, don't dare!"

Mr. Lan and the other two were actually confused. If these forty-five poems were really taken out, each of them was a good article. However, the styles of these poems were very different from each other. They always felt that they were a bit strange. However, the three of them were well-read in literature and had a wide range of knowledge. It would be impossible to say that these poems were copying others. After all, none of the three literary masters had seen one of these forty-five poems.

Any of these forty-five poems that have appeared before will definitely be spread and will definitely be circulated in the literary world. With the breadth of knowledge of the three, it is impossible to find out the slightest clues.

Because of this, the three of them felt that these poems must not be plagiarism. Mr. Lan just suspected that there was a master behind Chu Huan and Yingren, who was talented but not revealing the mountains and rivers.

He wanted to accept it, but Chu Huan and Yingren were both vague, so he was not willing to force others to do so.

Luo Ding's face turned blue. He originally thought that Mo Lingshuang was already in his palm, but he never expected that such a scene would appear in the end.

It is not a big deal to not be able to pick Mo Lingshuang's sign. After all, there are many beauties in the world, and there are no Mo Lingshuang and other women. What Luo Ding can't accept is that he will be defeated by Chu Huan's hands, and he was defeated by them in front of everyone. His father is Luo Shiheng. In Yunshan Prefecture, he is also domineering. No one will give him some face. At this time, he was stripped of face in front of everyone. Just waiting for Ruo Chu Huan and Yingren to take turns to slap him in the face. He couldn't help but get up and shouted: "There is something, there must be something something!"

His voice was very loud, and everyone's eyes were cast. Mr. Lan was originally smiling, but when he heard Luo Ding's words, his face immediately became dark.

He only thought Luo Ding was saying that he was unfair to judge him, and the words "make up" were directed at him. He looked at Luo Ding with his eyes and said sternly: "What do you say about Mr. Luo? Do you think I am unfair to judge him?"

Seeing Mr. Lan getting angry, Luo Ding waved his hand and said, "Sir, I...I don't mean that. I mean...I mean these two people. They... must have something to do with it."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Lan said coldly with his hands on his back.

Luo Ding said: "I dare not doubt Mr.'s assessment. It's just that so many people wrote poems, but few of them could pass it. Chu Huan wrote forty-five poems, but thirty-nine poems passed it. This... this is absolutely impossible. Their poems must be plagiarized!"

Everyone around him whispered, and many people really had this idea.

Chu Huan's achievements today are really too shocking and incredible. Many people cannot accept such facts in their hearts, and they have never even thought of such a strange thing in their minds.

Thirty-nine of forty-five poems passed, and the remaining six poems Mr. Lan did not deny, but said that he still had to discuss them. In other words, almost every poem of this young man without any literary atmosphere is a fine one.

Previously, Han Mo had only shocked all the flowers. At this moment, Chu Huan was not only shocked all the people, but also made many people confused and felt that they were in a dream.

Luo Ding said that Chu Huan was plagiarizing, but this was about the hearts of many people. The facts they could not accept would make them magnify their suspicion infinitely. However, due to Mr. Lan's status and prestige, he did not dare to make strange words. At this time, Luo Ding shouted loudly, but it was exactly what they wanted.

Mr. Lan smiled coldly, obviously disgusted Luo Ding with suspicion and said slowly: "Since ancient times, there are many strange people, no nobles and humble people, and everything has spirituality. Confucius said, "If three people walk, there must be my teacher. Everyone is born in heaven and earth. They must have their own strengths. What you cannot do may not be able to do. Chu Huan wrote forty-five poems today, each of which is a rare fine piece. This is shocking, but not impossible." Looking around, she was elegant, but she had a momentum of being arrogant without anger: "Since Mr. Luo suspected, I will read a few poems written by Chu Huan for everyone here. There are many people who are well-read at the scene. If you can know the source of the poems and prove that the poems written by Chu Huan were plagiarized, I would like to offer fifty taels of gold and worship them in public!"

What he said was extremely sonorous, but in fact he also had extraordinary confidence. He felt that he could not even see traces of plagiarism by reading poetry and books. He did not know the source of these poems. Could it be that others here know about it?

Mr. Lan did what he said, and before others could finish his words, he had already recited three poems in public, one by Su Shi's "When will the bright moon come to the head of the water tune", one by Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Ci", and one by Xin Qiji's "Qingyun Case".

Mr. Lan likes these three poems very much. He only thinks that they are all peerless masterpieces selected from thousands of places. If such poems have appeared before, they will definitely not be buried.

After reciting the three poems, a literati actually praised him loudly: "It's wonderful, it's wonderful, it's indeed a good word!"

"I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles apart... The peerless sentence, the peerless sentence!"

The literati praised it for a moment, but was instantly impressed by these three poems.

Mr. Lan calmly said in a deep voice: "These three poems are just the tip of the iceberg among the forty-five poems, but I like them deeply. I have been studying since I was a child, and now I am nearly 60 years old. I have never let go of my knowledge for a long time. I ask myself to remember the good words and sentences from all dynasties... But I don't know where these three poems come from and where plagiarism comes from. I would like to ask you for advice!"

It suddenly became silent.

These four or three poems have never appeared before. Where did you ask them to find them?

In the silence of death, Luo Ding looked around, his face twitching, and he seemed extremely embarrassed. He was impulsive and threatened that Chu Huan was copying, but at this moment, the three poems came out, and no one of the talented scholars had any questions anymore, which made him panic.

Yingren had already regarded Luo Ding as a thorn in his eyes. Seeing that no one was talking, he felt proud, but his face was very gloomy. He raised his hand to point at Luo Ding and sneered: "Are you Luo... Luo Shiheng's son?"

Everyone was a little surprised. Yingren called Luo Shiheng's name directly and was really brave.

Luo Ding saw Yingren pointing at him and said angrily: "I am Luo Ding!"

"Okay!" Yingren carried his hands on his back and was relieved of difficulties. His aristocratic temperament that was soaked in the palace had already appeared. He said in a deep voice: "Luo Shiheng is the commander of the Guard Army. As far as I know, the military pay of the commander of the Guard Army is only 40 taels of silver a month, and in a year, it is only 450 taels of silver." He walked slowly towards Luo Ding, his eyes were gloomy and terrible: "These four or five hundred taels of silver are also needed to support the servants and servants in the family, and the daily expenses, but you, Luo Ding, have just spent 250 flowers, equivalent to 7,500 taels of silver. Can Luo Shiheng eat it if you don't have to eat it?

It takes fifteen or sixteen years to receive so much military pay. As far as I know, Luo Shiheng served as the commander of the garrison army for less than ten years, where did he get so much money? Did he keep his commander's mansion and leave all his military pay to you, the son's custody, and let you spend all his savings because of a courtesan's choice? Could it be that Luo Shiheng sat in the position of the commander, but his hands and feet were not clean, and he embezzled and accepted bribes, so that he would have huge savings and make 7,000 taels of silver not worth mentioning in your eyes of Master Luo?"

Yingren was extremely disgusted with Luo Ding and hated him to the core. At this time, he was imposing, serious and even murderous intent. However, everyone around him was frightened when he heard it. The young man was too bold and even accused Luo Shiheng of embezzlement and bribery in public. Once Luo Shiheng and his followers knew about it, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"You...what are you talking nonsense!" Luo Ding began to panic when he heard Yingren say this.

"Nonsense?" Yingren sneered: "I... Is this young master talking nonsense? You know it clearly."

Seeing that many people were looking at him, Luo Ding felt a little guilty and hurriedly said, "These silver... these silver were lent to me by Master Liu!" After that, he pulled the fat white man beside him.

The fat man had no choice but to stand up and said, "Yes, I lent it to Mr. Luo."

"Who are you?" Yingren was unreasonable and pressed him step by step.

The fat man smiled coldly and said proudly: "My father is Mr. Liu, the president of the Yunshan Prefecture Chamber of Commerce!"

Chu Huan heard it, frowned, his eyes flashed like lightning, and looked at Master Liu. Unexpectedly, this person was Liu Juguang's son. Master Liu and Luo Ding were mixed together, and the relationship between the two families was really close.

Yingren said lightly: "Chamber of Commerce? So that's it. The son of the president of the Yunshan Chamber of Commerce lent seven or eight thousand taels of silver to the commander of the garrison army, without considering whether Luo Ding could repay it...!" His face suddenly turned cold and said word by word: "Is this the so-called collusion between officials and businessmen?"

Master Liu's face changed drastically, Luo Ding was also shocked and raised his hand and said angrily: "Who are you? You are talking nonsense here. Are you slandering your father? Is that a serious crime? Do you want to be in prison?"

Yingren said slowly: "As far as I know, the left censor of the Censorate, Xu Congyang, has arrived at Yunshan Mansion. This time he came, it seems that he is going to clean up the administration..." He smiled coldly and said: "Mr. Luo, I advise you to go back now. Lord Xu may be investigating Luo Shiheng's bad deeds in your mansion. You are here with the son of a merchant, and I am afraid that it will implicate your father. It is also the ironclad evidence of your father's corruption and abuse of power!"

Luo Ding is just a ignorant playboy. Just as he is about to compare his temperament and knowledge, he is still far from Yingren. After Yingren's words, Luo Ding was really frightened.

Birds of a feather flocked together, and Master Liu was obviously not a shrewd person. His white and fat face was sweating faintly.

When Xu Congyang came, they naturally knew that both of them were aware of it, and the two families did have money and power to trade privately. Yingren was just intimidating, and even he himself didn't know that his words were at the critical moment.

There were hundreds of people in the courtyard, but they didn't dare to say anything at this time. On the flower platform, Ling Shuang saw Yingren scolding Luo Ding and pressing Luo Ding step by step. At this moment, Yingren actually had a strong aura.

Luo Ding is a regular guest of Baoxiang Tower. This person had a quirk during sex. Many girls in the building were deeply hurt. At this time, when Yingren forced Luo Ding backwards and speechless, he was very relieved. He was happy, but he did not dare to show his expression on his face.

Ling Shuang had no feelings for Yingren at first, but now she saw that he was like this, but she also secretly worried about Yingren, for fear that he would eventually cause trouble.

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