Scumbag makeover

Wang Yuan was taken aback, nodded and said, "You write it down."

An Jinwen's face was faintly smug, he calmed down a little, tried to make himself look calm, and picked up a pen to ink the memorized poems on the rice paper.

An Jinwen handed the poem to Wei Shuangxing, fixed his eyes on Wei Shuangxing, his heart flashed with joy, he really wanted to see the expression of this bastard when he saw this poem, panicked?glare?Whatever it was, he was more than happy to appreciate it.

Wei Shuangxing took the rice paper in his hand and remained silent. Seeing his expressionless face, An Jinwen faintly felt that something was wrong, but he must win the first place in the scholar meeting today, so he didn't have time to think about other things.

An Jinwen actually took out the stolen poem without touching a single word.

Wei Shuangxing stared at An Jinwen in front of him with dim eyes. Last night, he thought that An Jinwen wanted to learn from the idea, or wanted to determine the exact topic so that the maid came to steal the rice paper.

At that time, on a whim, I wrote a poem that was very famous in my previous life, but it was completely unusable. I never thought that An Jinwen would be so bold. The original model was used as it is.

Wei Shuangxing was a little hesitant. If An Fu caused trouble because of this, he didn't know how the system would punish him.

After thinking about it, Wei Shuangxing planned to let An Jinwen go. He didn't use poetry today. His purpose was just nourishment. Whether An Jinwen succeeds or not has nothing to do with him. It's a matter of prosperity for all, maybe the system will reward him Stronger.

An Jinwen looked at the silent Wei Shuangxing, and his face was even more smug. Wang Xing saw it, his eyes flashed, and he simply got up and smiled, "Could it be that the second young master got a poem that shocked heaven and man, Even the Fourth Young Master is stunned, let me read it for him."

As Wang Xing said, his hands were not idle, he took the rice paper in Wei Shuangxing's hand, glanced at Wei Shuangxing inexplicably after reading it, and read aloud,

"Flowers grow on the glazed ground, and the light and wind dazzle the purple vetch."

As soon as this sentence was finished, several scholars below said hello a few times, An Jinwen was even more pleased, he suppressed the joy in his heart and stood at the bottom, waiting for Wang Yuan's praise.

The corner of Wang Xing's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile, and he read the last two sentences word by word:

"Yesterday, the morning wind blew calmly and rose again, and the celebrity was drunk at night."

Now that the matter has come to this point, Wei Shuangxing has nothing to worry about.

An Jinwen was secretly complacent, but unexpectedly, he was hit by a sharp weapon that was coming straight ahead. The people in the room first exclaimed, and then there was a silence like stagnant water.

An Jinwen was stunned, the sharp weapon turned out to be an inkstone in Liu Qing's hand, it hit An Jinwen's forehead, fell to the ground and rolled at Wang Xing's feet, An Jinwen was hit twice I became dizzy, and blood flowed from my forehead immediately.

"I don't know how to measure, I don't know how to live or die!" Liu Qing's face was ashen, and he was about to call someone to come up with a wave of his hand.

An Jinwen stood in a daze, completely unable to figure out why Liu Qing was furious.

Wang Yuan's face turned ashen, Fang Tong's expression changed drastically, and Shi Yi didn't care about acting, An Jinwen was invited by him, and he made such a big mess at the Scholars' Meeting, and he couldn't bear it if he really pursued it Walk.

Shi Yi didn't care about etiquette, he got up and pulled An Jinwen staggeringly, Shi Yi poured internal force into his palm, pressed down, An Jinwen knelt on the ground with a bang, "Quickly admit your mistake to your lord!"

An Jinwen wiped his forehead with a palm of blood, his heart was startled and frightened, the six gods left and the five gods didn't hear what Shi Yi said, they just knelt on the ground blankly, panicked and at a loss for what to do.

Wang Xing saw it, his thoughts turned, and he persuaded in a harmonious voice, "Brother Jinwen, how could you write such a rebellious poem, tell Yu Shi that you wrote it unintentionally, and have no intention of restoring the previous dynasty. "

Restoring the previous dynasty?When had he ever thought that way?

An idiot who doesn't know how to live or die, the ridicule in Wang Xing's heart has not diminished but increased. An Jinwen is a double-faced person who loves vanity and is extremely jealous. Stepping down, there are not a few people in Luoyang City who hate An Jinwen in their hearts, but they don't say it clearly because of their affection.

Wang Xing recited the poem silently again, and he was sure in his heart that this poem was not written by An Jinwen.

This poem is really well written, just say this sentence, "Yesterday the morning wind blows quietly and rises again, and the night is pity for the fading celebrities to get drunk",

Pronounced Chaoyang Chao, the meaning of the whole poem is to describe the peony as quiet as a virgin in the morning, and as moving as the wind at night, with intoxicating beauty.

If you read the dynasty of the imperial court, it means that the old people and old things of the previous dynasty are revived, and the wind is blowing again. It is not the restoration of the previous dynasty. What does that mean?

Wang Xing sneered in his heart, if someone wanted to give An Jinwen a taste of the pain, he wouldn't mind pushing him behind.

An Jinwen was flustered for a while, and now he didn't care about his image. Wiping the blood that was streaming from his forehead, he repeated the poem he had just read calmly, and then he figured out what was wrong. Read it as the court of the court!

It turned out that this fellow planned to kill him!Put him on the charge of treason, Wang Xing has a vicious mind!

After thinking about this point clearly, An Jinwen's face was flushed with anger, and he stared at Wang Xing with red eyes. If he was afraid of Wang Yuan just now, then he is angry and hates Wang Xing now. However, a family of merchants like him, this guy has the audacity to plan to kill him at the scholar meeting!

An Jinwen looked at Wang Xing, who was gentle and refined but actually treacherous and cunning, his lungs exploded with anger. He didn't know what to do, so he scolded directly, "Wang, don't spit on people! You have ulterior motives when you read that word. You must distort the poetry to harm me!"

"Presumptuous!" Liu Qing yelled again, An Jinwen shrank back in fright, and came back to his senses. The most important thing now is not to trouble Wang Xing, but to explain this matter clearly in this way. Dynasty, no matter which dynasty it is in, it is a serious crime of family copying and extermination.

An Jinwen thought about the consequences clearly, and then he started to be afraid, and the blood on An Jinwen's face faded little by little. When he thought about being beheaded to show the public, he trembled with fright, but the weather in June, he was hard He broke out in a cold sweat, and the entire scholar's uniform was wet with sweat, mixed with traces of blood red, and he looked in a state of embarrassment.

An Jinwen's blood-stained forehead kept hitting the floor, crying for forgiveness, "My lord, forgive me! My lord, forgive me! The villain has no intention of rebelling...it's all about Wang Xing..."

Wang Xingzhong stood on the side, not talking much, and let An Jinwen splash dirty water.

Wei Shuangxing looked at An Jinwen who kept pleading for forgiveness on the ground, An Jinwen was to blame for today's matter, but with that broken system, it is impossible for Wei Shuangxing to let An's government copy it.

Wei Shuangxing simply took a step forward, recited the ancient poem aloud again, ignored An Jinwen's venomous gaze, bowed to Fang Tong and the two, and said, "Masters calm down, and listen to the students say a few words, My second brother is only fifteen years old, young and has nothing to do, and he is the favorite son of the family. I am afraid that he has never been out of Luoyang City since he was born. It’s a foreign country outside the pass, and I’m afraid that my second brother has never heard of it..."

Seeing Wang Yuan's complexion softened, Wei Shuangxing continued, "Second brother made this Drunk Peony, maybe it was because he was eager to learn and didn't care about other things. Brother caused a great disaster to the three adults and the students, and the students will not be able to make up for it here."

Wei Shuangxing's tone was flat, but most of the anger of the first three people disappeared after speaking. The man from Yasukuni was only in his twenties to reach the crown ceremony. A man like An Jinwen was considered a boy with a black hair. The "big disaster" that Shuangxing said, they also had to weigh three points, and the restoration of the former dynasty was the same as the crime of treason, which is a crime of implicating others. If it is really pursued, it will be the people present, let alone Anfu. , none of them can escape the relationship.

Hearing Wei Shuangxing's words, the students who were waiting to see the joke all changed their faces. After thinking about it, they all got up one after another, bowed down to Wang Yuanfang and Liu Qing and pleaded, "I beg your forgiveness, brother Jinwen is young, but he just loves you." Mudan has no other intentions, so please forgive him, my lord."

Wang Xing looked at Wei Shuangxing who had no expression on his face, and his eyes became deep.

An Jinwen knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly because of fear and fear. Hearing the crowd pleading for him, they felt shame and embarrassment at the same time.

Wang Yuan's expression softened slightly, and he waved his hands after a while and said, "Forget it, get up!"

After Wang Yuan finished speaking, he looked at An Jinwen who was kneeling on the ground and did not dare to get up, and his disgust became more and more displeased, "Get up and clean up, how unkempt a scholar is!"

Wang Yuan's words meant to spare him. An Jinwen's tense body suddenly relaxed, and he sat on the ground slumped, then quickly got up and kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord..."