Chapter 113 The 113th Zhang showed his embarrassment
When Zhu Ping'an, his uncle and others were surrounded by the crowd, there were endless discussions.
"Is this the crime leader yesterday?" Someone in the crowd looked at Zhu Ping'an, who was like a drowned rat, with his rough clothes and the black wooden board, and couldn't help but doubt, "Could it be that you guys are working together?" Come and lie to us.”
"Forgetting that he is younger, this image is also..."
With everyone's suspicion and discussion, people who had participated in the Jingxian Poetry Meeting finally recognized Zhu Ping'an, who looked like a drowned rat, and whispered to the people nearby. Man, that man is indeed Zhu Pingan.
Despite this, there are still voices of doubt.
Like a drowned rat, he is not too old and has a simple and honest face. He does not look like the suave person he imagined at all, but more like a farmer who came back from a geographical field to plant rice and weed.
"Gentlemen, give way for now and let my nephew sit down safely." Uncle Zhu Shouren became suave again at this time and waved to everyone with extraordinary bearing.
In the midst of the discussion, the crowd moved out of the way. Uncle Zhu Shouren and several villagers pushed Zhu Ping'an to the tables where pens, inks, papers and inkstones were placed. Those who pulled his arms pulled his arms and pressed his shoulders. Pressing his shoulders, he pushed Zhu Ping'an to sit down in front of the desk without any explanation.
Is studying hard for ten years to make you jealous?
Zhu Ping'an was very disdainful of everyone's behavior, especially the uncle and others who did the porcelain work without diamonds.
Zhu Ping'an sat at the table and glanced at the people around him. Finally, his eyes fell on his uncle and several villagers. He shook his head slightly. He really didn't want to get involved in such a bloody plot. One kick.
"Huh? What do you mean by shaking your head?"
"Can't write it?"
"Those who seek fame and reputation are actually hard to live up to their reputation."
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The onlookers were a little excited. They had finally agreed to take off their veils and show their true colors after the girl's school had done a good job in poetry. However, the great opportunity was lost again. How could everyone not be excited and started to complain? .
Zhu Ping'an just sat there, listening to everyone's complaints and complaints, calm and honest, always looking honest and calm.
Just when everyone was complaining, they heard a delicate voice coming from the stage.
"Is this young master the master of the case, Mr. Zhu? The young lady has admired his name for a long time."
Everyone looked up and saw the school girl with ice-cold skin and beautiful skin, growing lotuses every step of the way. He came closer and bowed slightly to Zhu Pingan.
Everyone was excited that the girl's school secretary was so close to them.
But I heard a casual, "Oh, nice to meet you."
Who is so neglectful of our girls' school teacher! The crowd was furious. They turned around and saw the drowned rat named Zhu Pingan with his paws raised.
It’s okay for this person who is seeking fame and reputation to be unable to compose poems, but to neglect our girls’ school secretary like this is really intolerable!
"Hey, my uncle is too drunk. Please compose a poem and ask the girls' school teacher to comment." At this time, the uncle stepped forward and spoke seriously and righteously before everyone's anger could burst out. When he spoke, he felt as if the elders were giving the younger ones a chance to get ahead.
Everyone turned their attention to Zhu Pingan again, and Mo'er, the girl's school secretary who stood in front of the stage, also blinked at Zhu Pingan.
Everyone wanted to see how Zhu Pingan would react at this time.
"I have never been good at writing poems and lyrics. I'm afraid I will disappoint my uncle." Zhu Pingan shook his head and said lightly.
The expression on the uncle's face was stagnant. He did not expect Zhu Pingan to react like this.
"Young Master Zhu is too humble. I sang a farewell poem at the Jingxian Poetry Contest that day, which is so stunning and talented. Our sisters can't put it down and sing it to this day. Yongxue is also unique. Today, Master Zhu is stepping into Zuijun Tower. Why don't you stay?" A masterpiece so that Mo'er can talk about this matter with other sisters in the future, and also Xian and Rong Yan."
The girl's school secretary Mo'er, who was standing in front of the stage, pursed her lips, bowed again, and spoke happily.
When the girl’s school secretary opened her mouth, everyone naturally cheered and followed suit.
“That’s right, it’s not like the talented person at the head of the case can’t write a poem.”
“Write it quickly, are you looking down on our girls’ school book?”
“I see who dares to look down on our girls’ school student. Even if it costs all my wealth, I will fight to the death.”
The crowd was furious, and all eyes were once again focused on Zhu Pingan.
This girl deliberately put her in a weak position, but she set herself up to make it easier for her to control others. In fact, she is not to blame. Survival is a matter of survival. A poem by a celebrity may change their destiny. For example, Liu Yong can easily make a brothel girl famous with one poem.
It can be said that this is the prototype of the most primitive unspoken rules in the entertainment industry.
But I don’t know why she thinks she can make any good poems?
Zhu Ping'an raised his head and glanced at the girl's school secretary standing on the stage and bowing, and then looked at the crowd of angry and hormonal heroes.
It is virtuous for a woman to have no talent, and women from good families are boring and boring. It is reasonable for girls' school books to be popular.
It’s just
It’s none of my business
I’m only thirteen years old, and that’s not my ambition!
"I am young and inexperienced, so I am afraid I will disappoint the girl. If I am just writing an article on eight-legged policy, that's all. Reciting poems and writing lyrics is not my specialty. I'm sorry." Zhu Ping'an stood up from his seat. , said with a slight apology.
"I'm sorry, uncle, I'm sorry, oh, by the way, uncle, uncles, Ping An wants to return home today, but I wonder what uncle's plans are?" Zhu Ping'an waved his hands around and asked his uncle and others about the return date.
The uncle and several villagers looked at each other, shook their heads, and then persuaded Zhu Pingan to prepare for the exam together.
"Xie'er, there are only a few months left for the college examination, and it will take a long time to return home. It would be better to prepare for the exam together here for a few months, and then go to the college exam together."
"That's Brother An, Cun Money buys time, time is precious.”
< br>When Zhu Pingan heard this, he glanced at his uncle and the villagers, and in his heart ten thousand grass and mud horses roared past. Where did you hungover brothel people get the courage to tell me that time is precious and going home is a waste of time? From the county So far, I haven’t seen you prepare seriously for the exam, okay?
"My son is very homesick. Since all the uncles are here to prepare for the exam, I will go back and tidy up a little. When the weather clears up, I will go home." Zhu Pingan bowed to his uncle and several fellow villagers without looking at the crowd. The girl's school secretary took one look and turned to leave.
The girl's school secretary standing pretty on the stage seemed to be aggrieved and anxious, and the corners of her eyes were moist.
I feel pity for him, he is so hateful and annoying!
The crowd was furious, and a group of two people surrounded Zhu Pingan. They had a posture of pressing Zhu Pingan to the ground and stepping on tens of thousands of feet to finish.
“It’s okay for this person to look down on us, but he is so neglectful of our girls’ school secretary. I really can’t swallow this breath!”
"This person is extremely arrogant!"
"It is rumored that this person is the leader of the world. He cannot write poems and will hide back to his hometown. Hahaha, it is really sad and hateful!"
Everyone They expressed their indignation one after another, and at this time another voice came, "Brother Zhu Xian, this is your fault. The so-called public sentiment is hard to deny. Since everyone said so, Don't refuse. When you are young and frivolous, it is naturally worthy of praise to keep a low profile. But what's wrong with being frivolous once in a while? You can't always hide your sharp edge in the sword box, otherwise it would be a pity if it gets rusty. I will write a poem today. How about one time? "
The voice was very familiar. Zhu Pingan looked up and saw Su Song and Feng Shanshui walking slowly with a smile on his face.
Then another voice came, it was Xia Luoming of Tongcheng who was walking beside Feng Shanshui, "Brother Zhu Xian, don't refuse. Recently, there are rumors that the name of Zhu Xiandi's case is not worthy of the name, and that Zhu Xiandi's farewell and chanting snow all It was stolen from someone else! How could such a talented person like Zhu Xiandi? I dismissed this statement. However, someone said something lightly and the rumors were still there. This time it was time for Zhu Xiandi to refute the rumors. "
Such a coincidence
Zhu Pingan looked at the people approaching slowly, with a faint smile on his lips.
"I'm here to grind ink with you, whether to compose poems or not. Brother Zhu Xian does as he pleases. If brother Zhu Xian doesn't need the ink, he will just splash it on my face." Su Song and Feng Shanshui walked to the table and started grinding directly. At the end, he left a casual sentence.
Uh
This is more like the rhetoric when toasting: I did it, you can drink as much as you want and pour it on my face.
Having said this, everyone present looked at Zhu Pingan again to see how he would react. If Zhu Pingan really wanted to leave, how could he be frivolous, neglect his friends, shameless, and seek fame and reputation? Copying other people's poems and a lot of negative reputation will fall on him.
There was silence all around, and everyone was staring at Zhu Pingan with burning eyes.
"In this case, then I will show my shame."
Under the gaze of everyone, Zhu Pingan slowly spoke.
Then, under the gaze of everyone, Zhu Pingan turned around and walked to the table, picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink that Feng Shanshui had researched. He turned to the incense rice paper aside and glanced at the corner of his eyes on Qiao Li on the stage. The moist girl's school secretary slowly said, "This poem is an apology to the girl."
Zhu Ping'an just glanced at her, then lowered his head and started writing on the rice paper. Feng Shanshui, who was standing next to him while studying the ink, looked on and read out the poem written by Zhu Ping'an:
"Mulan. Ci"
His voice was clear and his words were clear. The speed is also moderate, everyone can hear it, looking at Zhu Ping An wrote the first sentence, and Feng Shanshui's expression changed slightly as he stood watching, and his voice trembled slightly:
"Life is just like the first time we met." This is the second sentence of "Mulan Ci" The beginning of a poem reaches to the bottom of my heart and tugs at the heartstrings!
Everyone present changed their expressions upon hearing this
(Something delayed the update yesterday afternoon. I apologize for the long chapter today.)
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