Chapter 113

Li Zhiyi's talent is definitely not inferior to the famous and romantic talents and veteran drivers of the Song Dynasty like Zhang Xian, Liu Yong, and Qin Guan. No one expected that he would appear at this Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Fair today. What is even more shocking is that this talented masterpiece of Li failed to win the top spot.

You should know that in previous years, whether it is Li Qingzhao's song "Xingxiangzi" or Li Zhiyi's work, it will definitely make others have nothing to say.

But today, the emergence of this song "Mulan Ci" by Wushan lay Buddhist Wang Yang can truly make everyone's works look so eclipsed.

Zhao Mingcheng, Wang Miangu and others had gray faces just like the lime wall splashed with water. The eyes were dull and their expressions were numb. There were countless heads of people running happily on the vast Mara Gobi in their hearts.

What's wrong with this world? A little teacher from Yihonglou, who is not famous, actually wrote such a song. Even Li Zhiyi, who has been famous for more than ten years, has to give up the disadvantage. He even said "Mulan Ci" might become a hit because of Wang Yang's song.

I was so excited that I almost forgot about the low-level rankings such as fourth and fifth place. Now it seems that Zhao Mingcheng and Wang Miangu finally understood a sentence in the shortest time: humility makes people move forward, and pride makes people lose their best.

Well, now is not the best time to get the soul-sucking chicken soup. Before Zhao Mingcheng and a group of literary youths could completely come back from the shock, they felt their eyes dark. Wang Yang's majestic and strong figure had already appeared in front of this group of literary youths who were deeply hit by the heart.

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Seeing this hideous smile, there was no breath of literary youth on his body. Instead, the fierce smile of the rural villager who had extremely obvious violent characteristics, Zhao Mingcheng, Wang Miangu and others couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts. As the saying goes, the wind blows to the root of life, and the coldness of the lower body...

"Hi!" Wang Yang raised his hand and waved it enthusiastically. "I guess you must not want to see me in your heart now, right? But it's a pity that I just appeared in front of you. Are you happy or surprised?"

Happy your sister, surprised your sister, Zhao Mingcheng and others stared at this guy with a dark face. This guy is not only despicable, but also shameless.

"Did you see it? I am the leader of this literary gathering, and what else do you have to say now?" Wang Yang first raised his thumbs to himself, then habitually stretched out his middle finger forward, yes, retracted, and then stretched out his index finger.

Zhao Mingcheng stared at Wang Yang with a dark face and gritted his teeth. "Hmph, who can know whether the lyrics were written by you? Maybe you copied others' words, maybe it's not necessarily..."

Chen Jie and others who were just standing aside couldn't help but look displeased when they heard Zhao Mingcheng's words. Nima, this guy is such a guy. Not only did he use any means to do things, but he also won four or five places before, so he couldn't wait to show off.

But when the opponent's strength was stronger than him, he had another helpless face of opposing plagiarism from his opponent. Li Qingzhao's pretty face turned pale with anger, and her slender hands clenched into pink fists. "Excessively, I didn't expect them to be so despicable and shameless. I was so blind and even regarded them as friends."

Seeing the angry and annoyed look of her cute soft girl, Chen Jie, who has always been righteous, couldn't help it. She patted Li Qingzhao's soft and slim hands, and Chen Jie walked a few steps towards her. "Sir Zhao, do you say that Mr. Wang copied someone else's work, do you have any evidence?"

"Does Zhao have any evidence that seems to have anything to do with you, the wife of the Chen family?" Zhao Mingcheng turned his head in surprise. Seeing that it was Chen Jie, he smiled unobstructedly.

"It has nothing to do with my aunt, but Zhao Mingcheng, don't forget it. This is the Kaifeng Prefecture, and the Emperor of the Song Dynasty agreed to it, gathering the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Association of countless talents and heroes in the Song Dynasty. Since the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Association, no one has the courage to win the title of the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Association by cheating and plagiarism."

"And you, since you dare to accuse this prince of the possibility of being a plagiarist, you'd better provide evidence, otherwise, be careful, you can take you to Kaifeng Mansion for a walk..."

Seeing that Chen Jie was standing on his side and talking for him, Wang Yang was stunned and raised his lips slightly. This female woman who seemed to be jealous of evil, but she was much better than those literary youths who bully the weak and fear the strong, and who besides talking, they only act like hooligans.

After hearing Chen Jie's words, everyone turned their eyes to Zhao Mingcheng. An imperial guard leader not far away seemed to have noticed the dispute here.

"Young Master, do you think there is evidence to plagiarize the leader of Qionglinyuan's literary club this time," the leader of the imperial guards strode to everyone, looked at Zhao Mingcheng and said coldly.

If such a scandal really occurs, I am afraid that these imperial guards and officials present will have the responsibility to be unable to escape. By that time, it would be considered good to lose the official position.

But if there is no such problem, but someone dares to talk so much, wouldn’t it be a slap in the face of the officials of the Ministry of Rites and Hanlin Academy on the spot? It is even more a slap in the face of the Song Dynasty’s imperial guards who are responsible for guarding the venue and maintaining order.

Seeing this burly and tall man with a helmet and armor, holding a sharp blade on his waist, and a ferocious face, Zhao Mingcheng looked like he chose someone and was scattered, and his head was shaking faster than a splatter. "I, I didn't say that, I, I just made an example..."

Seeing that this guy turned against him faster than reading the book, the leader of the Imperial Army of the Song Dynasty could not help but curl his lips contemptuously, and snorted coldly with a sharp blade on his waist. "No, I hope you can be careful of your words, otherwise, this innocent leader does not need to come forward. I will hand you over to Kaifeng Prefecture for a trial."

After saying this, the leader of the Imperial Army of the Song Dynasty left, leaving behind a cold sweat that was shocked by the murderous aura of the Imperial Army general, and almost exhausted Zhao Mingcheng.

Seeing his appearance, Chen Jie couldn't help but curl his lips. He originally thought that this guy could be tougher, but he turned out to be a coward in seconds. Tsk tsk tsk tsk...

"Young Master Zhao, did you fall down?" Wang Yang didn't know when he came to Zhao Mingcheng not far away, lowered his head, and seemed to be looking for something around Zhao Mingcheng.

Zhao Mingcheng, who was still in shock, looked around in confusion. "What did I fall?"

Wang Yang straightened up and said seriously. "Decisive! Mr. Zhao, your integrity has been lost. Can you be so shameless and sprayed feces all over your mouth?"

"...you!" Zhao Mingcheng's face turned dark like a patient with advanced cirrhosis. He pointed his fingers at Wang Yang for a long time, but he couldn't even hold up his fart except the word "you".

In an instant, a burst of gloating laughter suddenly broke out around him. Zhao Mingcheng suddenly covered his heart, rolled his eyes and fell straight backwards, and just happened to crash into Wang Miangu's arms. The two unlucky people rolled to the ground.
Chapter completed!