Red Dust Daqian

Xiangcao's touching words made Zhou Sen feel a little ashamed. Although he rescued Shen Qianrou during the dog-wolf demon case, and later rescued Shen Qianrou who jumped into the river, and lived in Tianshi Mansion by chance. But Shen Qianrou really worked hard to help Zhou Sen run Qianmu Hall over the years.

A rich lady, showing off her reputation, hanging out with Zhou Sen, a Taoist priest. And I, sometimes, was a little ungrateful and ungrateful. In comparison, Zhou Sen was really too ashamed.

Zhou Sen lamented that a poem could move Shen Qianrou to tears, but it was a pity that he could not write poems, he could only recite them, otherwise he would have to write poems for Shen Qianrou every day.

Pulling his thoughts back, Zhou Sen asked a little embarrassedly: "Qian Rou, you haven't heard of this poem either? Why don't you think about it carefully."

Shen Qianrou thought hard, shook her head, and said coquettishly: "Hate, isn't this the poem that Mumu husband just wrote for Qianrou. How could Qianrou have heard of it before?" Zhou Sen was sweating coldly in embarrassment. He looked at Shen Yueer and Xiangcao, but they both shook their heads to indicate that they had never heard of this poem.

Zhou Sen sincerely apologized to Shen Qianrou: "Qianrou, I'm sorry. This poem was not written by me." Zhou Sen paused, and then said to Shen Qianrou: "However, this poem is indeed the poem that my husband wants to read to Qianrou the most at this moment."

Shen Qianrou straightened her tear-stained cheeks and said incredulously, "Mr. Mumu, stop joking. Qianrou has been familiar with poetry since childhood. The two poems you wrote today are both ancient masterpieces. If they had already been written, Qianrou would have heard of them."

Zhou Sen didn't plan to continue arguing with the three of them. Not only was it meaningless, it might also hurt Shen Qianrou.

Zhou Sen shamelessly admitted: "Forget it, just think of it as the poems I wrote for you. You can understand these poems as what I learned in my dreams. No matter how I learned them, I should have a chance of winning the championship in this poetry competition."

Vanilla looked at Zhou Sen lovingly and said, "Tsk." I learned this in my dream. This guy still has time to be humble. Shen Qianrou looked at Zhou Sen with satisfaction: Mr. Mumu, you wrote a poem for me that will be passed down through the ages. I am so happy. Shen Yueer looked at Zhou Sen with admiration for the first time: Miss, did you really follow the right person?

Zhou Sen did not dare to be careless, and repeatedly confirmed with Shen Qianrou and Shen Yueer whether they had heard of the poets and poems just mentioned. Seeing Zhou Sen's serious look, Shen Qianrou and Shen Yueer did not dare to be careless, and carefully searched their memories. In the end, they were sure that these poets and poems had not appeared.

Zhou Sen thought for a moment. Since he was going to participate in the poetry conference, it was not enough to just recite poems. He also needed to understand Daqian's style of poetry and also check which of the poems in his memory had appeared in this world and which had not. Zhou Sen asked Shen Qianrou, "Qianrou, do you know if there are bookstores or other places selling manuscripts in Jiangxia Prefecture? Or where can I check all of Daqian's poems?"

Shen Qianrou replied to Zhou Sen proudly, "You asked the right person for this question. Qianrou has loved reading poetry and articles since she was a child. As soon as she arrived in Jiangxia, she found out everything. Jiangxia Wenlu Street, a whole street, is full of people selling poetry, calligraphy and paintings. On Wenlu Street, Mr. Mumu should be able to check all of Daqian's poems and articles."

Shen Qianrou and Shen Yue'er had been staying in Zhou Sen's room for an hour or two, and it was already late. Zhou Sen had a solution to the poetry conference. He was afraid that the thugs downstairs would be on the lookout. If they found Shen Qianrou and Shen Yue'er upstairs, then their previous avoidance would be meaningless.

Zhou Sen said, "Qian Rou, you guys should go back to Qian Mu Tang today. Don't contact us for the next few days. Wait until we have dealt with all the problems and gotten rid of these surveillance thugs before contacting us again." Shen Qian Rou knew what she should know. She also knew that staying in the inn would not help her and might even cause trouble, so she readily agreed to go back to Qian Mu Tang. Fortunately, Qian Mu Tang was not far from the inn, so it was convenient to go back and forth.

Shen Qianrou was beautiful today, and her heart was even more beautiful, more beautiful than ever before. Her beloved hid her deep in his heart. He also wrote a famous poem for her that has been passed down from ancient times to the present: "I searched for him among the crowds for thousands of times. Suddenly I looked back and he was there, in the dimly lit place." Shen Qianrou took Shen Yue'er, silently chanting beautiful poems, and went back beautifully.

Wenlu Street, Jiangxia Prefecture. Zhou Sen was in a bookstore, flipping through and searching for books. Xiangcao thought Zhou Sen was cramming for the exam, learning Daqian poetry knowledge before the poetry conference. Is it too urgent? However, Zhou Sen's reading speed was too fast, ten lines at a glance? Not only that, he finished flipping through this book in just a moment. What can he remember?

Zhou Sen was not cramming to learn Daqian's poems. He just wanted to take a look at Daqian's style of poetry and confirm whether the poems he remembered did not appear in Daqian's poems. He was just searching to see if there were any poems he was familiar with, and he did not read any book carefully.

After several days of research, Zhou Sen is now certain that the poems from the Qin and Han dynasties and earlier did exist in this time and space, but the poems after that did not exist in this time and space at all.

The people of Daqian like poetry but are not good at it. The level of their poetry is much lower than those in Zhou Sen's memory, but this is reasonable. The poems Zhou Sen can remember are all famous works that have been passed down through the ages, which are incomparable to the poems of ordinary people. This means that no matter which poem he uses in this poetry conference, it can be regarded as Zhou Sen's original poem. Isn't it easy to win the championship in this poetry conference?

However, Zhou Sen himself despises the act of plagiarizing other people's poems. He was forced by the situation and had to do so just to get through the difficulties.

After going back and forth in the bookstore for a few days, Zhou Sen almost vomited from frequent checking and searching. When he walked out of the bookstore and saw that there was one last bookstore at the end of the street, Zhou Sen felt much better and said to Xiangcao with relief: "Sister, this is the last bookstore on this street. Let's go over and take a quick look, and then we can go to the theater without any worries."

Vanilla was originally worried and full of doubts, but seeing Zhou Sen's relaxed and happy state, she was quickly infected by Zhou Sen's mentality and slowly relaxed. She believed that as long as Zhou Sen was there, any difficulties could be easily overcome. In such a matter of right and wrong, Vanilla still trusted Zhou Sen more. Even if something happened, as long as she was still with Mumu, it didn't matter.