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Volume 2: Xiaoguo Rebellion Chapter 5: Plagiarism Not Guilty

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    The scene was spectacular and the pressure was huge.

    After understanding the "rules" on the boat, I felt a little uncomfortable with my back to a large group of literati and poets waiting to listen to the piano on the lake.

    But unlike me, after listening to the opening remarks of the little girl, the young men who had arrived on the boat immediately jumped out and showed off the poems they had prepared, hoping to win a jackpot¡ª¡ª  -According to Yanluo's explanation, when Sang Xiaoyun composed music and played the harp on the spot, she would usually leave one song for the scholars and literati on the cruise ship around the boat. They would select outstanding poems from the poems they passed on, and then compose another song.

    I admire Sang Xiaoyun¡¯s approach very much.

    ¡°This girl is not only good at art, she is also very good at economics and marketing.

    Leaving an opportunity for the fans around Huafang can not only attract more popularity to yourself, but also make you more approachable, so that rich and poor young men will come to her one after another with the thought of becoming famous with a poem.  The painting boats cheered.

    ¡°After all, poems and lyrics that can be selected by Sang Xiaoyun to compose music are considered a kind of praise in a different way. Regardless of their status, the lyricist can gain certain praise and status on both sides of the Liuhe River.

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    There were not many people on the boat. Excluding Tie Muyun and I, as well as Mo Wuyi, who was obviously here to eat and drink, the only ones left were the four or five gentlemen in front, some of whom had prepared a song, and some who had already prepared a song.  Two or three poems were recited in a hurry, and it only took less than a quarter of an hour.

    These gorgeously dressed young men are indeed rich and have status, but few of them have real materials, so after one round, only one short poem is left, which is quite acceptable. Miss Xiao Qiong, who is responsible for "reviewing the manuscript"  I took it too.

    The residual sound is far away from the old rhythm,

    The new music of Xianxian is clear.

    The breeze makes the jade waves,

    How much love is associated with rhyme.

    This selected poem was written by the narrow-eyed young man who came up to greet me earlier. Although it had no artistic conception, I could understand its meaning after listening to his slightly shy recitation.

    The first two sentences are obviously complimenting Sang Xiaoyun's "Xianyin Tower" and her piano skills, while the last two sentences express her admiration for the beauty without any depth - this young man seems to be called Chen Heqing, so  The following "The breeze touches the jade waves, and the rhyme brings so much love" is clearly written about the breeze and breaking waves in the Emerald Lake. In fact, it is a naked expression of the obscene thought of wanting to kiss Sang Xiaoyun Fangze.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? This is the popular tune on both sides of the Liuhe River. It¡¯s not surprising that this little poem was chosen among a bunch of messy things.

    What surprised me was what happened after Miss Xiaoqiong gave this poem to Sang Xiaoyun.

    "Mr. Chen's poems are indeed good, but there are distinguished guests upstairs today Mr. Tian and Mr. Mo, I wonder if you two have the grace to give Xiaoyun a good poem, so that Xiaoyun can show his friendship as a landlord." Sang Xiao  Yun took the poem Xiaoqiong handed her, pondered for a moment, and then extended an invitation to Mo Wuyi and me with a smile.

    "Hey! Mr. Tian, ??hurry up and write a poem for your sister. Don't let that guy named Chen steal the first prize!" Before I could say anything, Yanluo next to me suddenly stretched out her little hand and tugged on my sleeve, low and dirty.  Whispering.

    "Looking at her, she seemed to have a huge grudge against that narrow-eyed young man.

    However, although I am determined to help the little loli to make a difference, I have no choice but to know that I have no idea. Although there are many masterpieces of "ancients" in my memory, at this moment when I need to take action according to the situation, I will turn to a suitable song.  Plagiarizing poems is still a bit inadequate.

    "Miss Xiaoyun, you're so polite! I'm just a swordsman, and I'm not good at poetry. Listening to the girl play the piano once is enough to comfort me for the rest of my life. How dare I make a fool of myself. Let's leave this matter of poetry to Brother Tian."  When I wanted to shirk it, Mo Wuyi on the other side was already shaking his head and speaking first.

    This swordsman is indeed worthy of his title of "the most despicable person in the East China Sea". He has been eating and drinking there since he first came up. Now that something happened, he pushed it on me without changing his expression.

    "Master, hurry up! If you want to go upstairs and deliver a poem to your sister, it will cost you hundreds of taels of silver Hey, brother, you just casually composed such a beautiful poem when you heard my name. Don't do it now."  I have stage fright! Even if there is no new work, I can just use an old one to bluff them!" Seeing my hesitation, Yanluo, a little loli who is afraid of chaos in the world, came up again and desperately encouraged me to help her suppress that Chen  Young Master.

    Seeing her acting like she wouldn¡¯t give up until I took action, I couldn¡¯t help but shake my head and smile bitterly.

    Since she has made up her mind to put the duck on the shelves today, I have to be shameless and make a duck

    "Since Miss Xiaoyun loves me so much, I should obey it. However, I was not prepared, so I had to compose a song on the spot"Let¡¯s use the name Yanluozi just now.  "I stood up pretending to be helpless and started to show off again.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????]? out? out out out out off out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out of-wa¡ª¡ªy's', and I can use it¡ª¡ªmaybe I can get some unexpected results.

    ¡°Master, please!¡± Seeing my agreement, Sang Xiaoyun bowed slightly, and then looked at me expectantly.

    Contrary to the expectant expression on her face, the young master who had been arguing about whose poems were better saw me, a stranger, suddenly interrupting me. They all stared at me with hatred, eagerly hoping that I would make a fool of myself and give them an excuse.  The machine is happy and happy.

    But I won¡¯t give them this chance!

    "In the past twenty years, our country has covered three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. The phoenix pavilions and dragon towers reach the sky, and the jade trees and branches are like tobacco. How many times have we ever seen war? Once we become a captive, we will sink our waists and wear our temples. The most hastily is the day of resignation from the temple.  , the classroom still plays a farewell song. I shed tears to the palace concubine." Shamelessly, I stood up with the tea cup in hand, and while tapping the lid of the tea cup to make a rhythm, I unscrupulously gave classmate Li Yu's "broken time"  Plagiarized.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Although the direct fuse was the eternal masterpiece "Poppy Beauty" for the death of Li Yu, the coquettish leader of the Later Tang Dynasty, but this song lamenting the sad feelings of the country's subjugation actually also "contributed indispensably."

    One of the important reasons why I am offering this treasure at this moment is that I just remembered that the information I had seen earlier seemed to record that the backstage of Lanhui Tower, one of the four buildings in Liuhe, was vaguely a legacy of the Xiao Kingdom¡¯s annexation twenty years ago.  The old trend of the Lan Yi people

    So, I decisively changed the forty years to twenty years, and then ruthlessly dumped it to Sang Xiaoyun who belonged to Lanhui House, just to see how she felt.

    As soon as the "famous brand" works are released, the effect is immediate.

    Not only the young masters at Huafang were stunned, but also Xiaoqiong, the pink-shirted maid who had always had some weird hostility towards me.

    Of course, the one with the most obvious realization is Sang Xiaoyun.

    After listening to the words I recited, this "Qin Jue" girl fell into a trance for a moment. Except for repeating a few lines of poems with misty eyes, she seemed to have forgotten where she was.  .

    Seeing the girl¡¯s devastated look, I felt ecstatic.

    Unexpectedly, an idea suddenly struck me, and I was really fooled - just by looking at Sang Xiaoyun's expression, I could tell with eighty percent confidence that she had the identity of a Liulan survivor!  Even if she herself is not, then there must be some important people among her 'sisters' in Lanhui Tower!

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? .

    "Young Master's good words" After being silent for a long time, Sang Xiaoyun raised her head and smiled sadly at me. Then, without waiting for anyone else to reply, she waved her hand lightly and played the first syllable of the guqin in front of her.  .

    It is consistent with the broken time I mentioned. The initial stage of the piano music played by Sang Xiaoyun was not much new. It sounded like the flashy sounds commonly seen on both sides of the Liuhe River. The only difference was that there were many different sounds in the piano music.  It has a bit of luxury and richness.

    However, after playing for a while, the melody of the piano music took a sharp turn, from the previous flashy atmosphere to a tearful and desolate sound. And as time went by, this touching desolation became more and more serious.  The notes played in it almost turned into a heart-wrenching cry of sadness

    As an observer, it¡¯s hard for me to imagine that the beautiful and smooth melody I just heard was actually Sang Xiaoyun¡¯s improvisation after listening to a poem. Even if I saw it with my own eyes, I couldn¡¯t believe that this girl could be so capable.  Powerful - if this level were applied to martial arts, he would probably have become an unprecedented super master in the world!

    The song ended, and everything was so quiet. Only the tassels under the octagonal lanterns around the boat danced lightly in the night wind, adding a bit of sadness.

    Although I don¡¯t have much feelings about the hatred of national subjugation, and I don¡¯t have much in-depth study of music, just listening to the tunes in the music, I can¡¯t help but be moved by the sadness in it. I sit in my seat with my heart heavy, not knowing what to say.  What.

    The only thing left is admiration for the girl¡¯s craftsmanship and strength, like the surging lake water

    "Thank you Mr. Tian for your words!" There was still silence all around, but Sang Xiaoyun was the first to stand up and bowed to me gracefully.

    The girl was so devoted to playing the piano that her face was covered with tears.

    "You're welcome, Miss Xiaoyun! I just acted casually, and it touches the pain in my heart, so I hope you can forgive me." I stood up cooperatively and returned the gift, and I apologized to her in the most sincere and considerate manner

    ?????????????????????????????????????It's an apology!

    Not only did you plagiarize other people's words, but you also made a beautiful girl cry. I must apologize!

    "My dear gentlemen, Xiao Yun is a little disturbed today, so I ask for your forgiveness. Can I send you the next piece of music and play it later? Your gifts will be paid back in full later." She gave me a pear-shaped smile,  Sang Xiaoyun turned towards the other young masters and expressed in a sad tone that she was no longer in the mood to play the piano today.

    Seeing the sad beauty speaking out, the young men immediately cooperated and expressed that they understood her mood, and at the same time they generously expressed that money was not an issue

    For the young master who spent hundreds of taels of silver to listen to two pieces of music, money was certainly not a problem - the problem was that they met a "love rival" who suddenly appeared!

    "Young Master Tian is a great talent! Come on, come on, let me give you a drink!" The first person to pop up was naturally Mr. Chen, who had been robbed of the limelight by me. He walked up to me in two or three steps, holding a wine flask and a wine cup, with an unkind expression on his face.  A strange cry.

    "Brother Chen, you're welcome! But since we're going to drink, this small cup is really an eyesore, I think we should change it to a larger bowl?" I chuckled, and contrary to my previous polite appearance, I suddenly showed off my legendary heroic spirit.

    there is always a solution to a problem.

    The prince came to the muddy water on both banks of the Liuhe River. The most lacking is popular now. Since someone wants to jump out as a torch, let's have to take the fire on your head first to illuminate ourselves
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