The villain empress's personal favorite

At the same time, in a private room in the Hundred Flowers Garden, "Chen Ming, are you going to deal with that Zhang Fan this time?"

Li Zishuang asked cautiously while waiting for Chen Ming to put on his clothes.

"Call me what?".

Chen Ming deliberately raised his eyebrows and asked, "Lord, master......."

Li Zishuang shyly lowered her head and shouted softly, this title made her feel both ashamed and excited.

As one of the four beauties of the imperial capital, she is the dream lover of countless men, and the talented woman of the imperial capital.

At this moment, she had to humbly shout the man in front of her, which made her feel an unprecedented excitement and pleasure!

"Good. Remember who you are and what you have to do. "

Chen Ming nodded with satisfaction.

Li Zishuang doesn't know what's wrong with her, maybe it's broken...

After witnessing the fierce scene of Chen Ming and Ye Li'er cultivating the Yin and Yang Secret Technique together that day, Li Zishuang probably began to fall into ......

"In short, there are some things you shouldn't ask. "

Chen Ming reminded.

This woman was always overly curious.

"Oh......" Li Zishuang pouted and looked at Chen Ming aggrievedly.

Seeing this, Chen Ming shook his head helplessly, and asked rhetorically: "What kind of circumstances do you think a person will suddenly change his temperament and become a leader in the poetry world from an illiterate fool?"

"You don't believe the gossip out there that he is a genius, right?"

When Li Zishuang heard this, her brows tightened, and she fell into deep thought, "Could it be that you have gone mad...... But it doesn't seem right. "

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed, "Is it taking away!"

"Maybe. Chen Ming did not directly respond to Li Zishuang's speculation.

In the imperial capital, Li Zishuang is definitely not the only one who suspects that Zhang Fan has been taken away, and there has always been no shortage of smart people.

Zhang Fan's transformation is so great that it's hard not to be suspicious.

It's just that Zhang Fan's father, Zhang Zhenhai, has been silent, so it's hard for others to say anything.

Chen Ming speculated maliciously whether Zhang Zhenhai felt that the current son was much better than the previous stupid son, so it didn't matter whether he gave it up or not.

Of course, it is also possible that he awakened the memories of his previous life like Chen Ming.

However, Chen Ming felt that this was unlikely.

If you awaken your memory, the impact of this life should be greater.

Just like himself, although he has awakened the memories of his previous life, because he is a merry and talented man in this life, his personality has not changed much.

It can only be said that the living environment in this life is too corrupt, defiling his original pure heart.

Zhang Fan, on the other hand, gives people a sense of detachment from the world, as if he is looking at this new world with the eyes of a bystander.

He didn't really fit into the world.

If you just awaken the memories of your past life, you won't have this sense of detachment.

"I don't know if it's a truck driver who sent you. "

The corners of Chen Ming's mouth hooked up a cruel smile.

"But...... The person who sent you back must be me. Of course, if you can go back. "

......

The

form of the poetry meeting is very different from Zhang Fan's imagination.

He sat sullenly and watched a group of talented people compete for poetry.

And what about him? He didn't show off at all, so he could only use alcohol to kill his sorrows.

Because the first round of fighting is a thimble poem.

The last four words of each poem are required to be used as the beginning of the next poem, and fourteen words are used to write two seven-character quatrains, and the sentences must be smooth and far-reaching.

This is simply difficult for Zhang Fan, who has only learned a little ancient poetry in class and read some famous works on the Internet.

After all, the fake handle is a fake handle, and the stuffing will be exposed when you try it.

Then the crowd began to fight for palindromic poems, demanding that the poems be read not only in the right direction, but also in reverse.

For example, "dry eyes look at the mountains and water, and you know how many you know when you come and go" and read it in reverse, it becomes "how many people know how many you have seen, and you can see the dry eyes across the mountains and water".

Zhang Fan is like sitting on pins and needles, and he also doesn't know anything about this.

He was irritated and continued to drink.

Isn't the poetry club supposed to be a good poetry? than some kind of mess! a bunch of pedantic sour people!

He thought that he would become the focus of the poetry club and attract the attention of countless beauties.

As a result, he became a regular on the cold bench.

He looked at the position of the first Chen Ming, and his heart was not angry.

Why did this person attract so many people's attention without doing anything?

Those so-called talents flattered him, and from time to time women flattered him. Zhang Fan's eyes were red.

Is it great to be handsome and have a high status?

Isn't it just a little more handsome and a little higher than him?

A group of superficial women!

These treatments should obviously belong to him!

He didn't even recognize that Chen Ming was the man he complained about as a little white face a few days ago.

"Brother Zhang, why don't you take a step forward and show your poetic talent?"

At this time, someone noticed that Zhang Fan was drinking alcohol on the side, and couldn't help but say: "I'm looking forward to seeing Brother Zhang's four-step poem." "

Zhang Fanqiang squeezed out a smile and refused: "Forget it, these rigid competitions are not interesting." "

The man was choked by Zhang Fan, so he had to think that Zhang Fan had an arrogant temperament and was unwilling to be with them.

After that, Zhang Fan slept in the corner, sitting for most of the day, and his buttocks were numb.

Finally Li Zishuang spoke: "Everyone, it's not interesting to compare like this. Why don't I come up with a topic, how about everyone improvise a poem?".

As the organizer of the poetry club, her words naturally received a response from everyone.

"Okay! as Miss Li said!".

As soon as Zhang Fan heard this, he immediately came to his senses and echoed loudly. By this time he was already a little drunk.

The others all looked strange when they saw this, why was it just a different way of competing, and this sail's reaction was so big?

Li Zishuang still maintained a gentle smile and said: "Now that it is the season of winter chrysanthemums, why don't we improvise poems with the theme of 'chrysanthemums'." "

Other talented people and talented women also came to listen and expressed their interest and agreed.

"Chrysanthemum, that's a good title!".

"Then I'll come first!".

"Don't compete with the flowers, the frost is alone from the fragrant ......".

"Brother Gongsun is talented!".

“......"

"The dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon, and the cold autumn is accompanied by dew marks. Not afraid of wind and frost to invade the proud bones, only leave a clear breath full of goodness. "

"Good poetry!

Poems about chrysanthemums emerged at the poetry meeting, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

However, at this moment, a discordant voice rang out: "What a piece of! Sure enough, it's a bunch of spicy chickens!".

This time, Zhang Fan finally regained some confidence.

He swept away the talented men who were meditating with disdain, and said loudly with a glance, "I'm coming!"

"I have a song "Drinking: Part 5" for you to taste!".

As he spoke, he staggered to his feet and looked in the direction of Li Zishuang with a little drunkenness.

However, he found that Li Zishuang's gaze did not fall on him at all, but looked at Chen Ming sitting on the main seat with some obsession.

"Ahem!".

Zhang Fan's face darkened completely.

He deliberately cleared his throat to attract everyone's attention, and then recited aloud:

"The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses. Ask you, how can you be? Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain. The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning. There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it. "

As soon as the poem fell, the audience boiled again.

"Hiss~~ The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses. This artistic conception is so beautiful!".

"This poem is wonderful!

"Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence leisurely see Nanshan. What a leisurely and tranquil idyllic scene!".

But I always feel that Chen Gongzi's tone when he reads the poem is a little strange. "

"Yes, the escapism and hermit style in this poem is full. If I just listened to the poem, I would think it was written by an old man. I really don't know how Zhang Fan wrote such a poem at this age. "

"When it comes to "Drinking the Fifth", are there still the first four masterpieces?".

Finally someone wondered about the number of the poem.

"Brother Zhang, I don't know if I have the honor to hear your first four poems? Brother Zhang might as well recite it, let's taste it together?"

In addition to expressing admiration for Zhang Fan's talent, everyone also had a strong interest in the first four poems that they had never met.

However, Zhang Fan was sitting on pins and needles at the moment, and cold sweat was oozing faintly from the corner of his forehead.

He just opened his mouth, he never thought of this detail, and when he was asked by everyone at this moment, he couldn't help but scold himself for talking too much.

He was already full of resentment towards those who asked questions, but he still had to maintain his demeanor on his face.

He had never even heard of the first four chapters of "Drinking", let alone memorized them. The gentleman of the school never mentioned it!

Zhang Fan leaned on the table and tried his best to make himself look calm: "This poem is my whim, as for the first four, I don't hide it, I don't think it's satisfactory, so I didn't bring it to share with you." "

Although this explanation is a bit far-fetched, most people choose to believe it.

However, at this moment, a shrill voice broke the brief harmony: "Hmph, who knows if you are plagiarizing someone else's work!".

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see Du Bendu standing in the center of the crowd with a provocative smile on his face.

He had also come to the poetry meeting, and he seemed to be prepared.

Zhang Fan's heart sank, and what he was most worried about still happened.

was caught by this kid Du Bendu, he really had a hard time arguing at the moment.

"Maybe it's plagiarism!".

"Yes, wasn't Zhang Fan called a fool before, how could he suddenly become so talented?".

Some people in the crowd began to echo Du Bendu's words, and these questioning voices made Zhang Fan feel a headache.

He's in a hurry, he really didn't plagiarize!

"Don't spew blood! This poem is my own work, and I didn't plagiarize anyone!" Zhang Fan argued loudly.

He was indignant in his heart, he just wanted to spread the 5,000-year-old culture of China in this other world, how could it become plagiarism?

"Hehe, since you said that there is no plagiarism, then make a few more poems about chrysanthemums to prove your strength. Du Bendu sneered, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

He was secretly smug in his heart, it seemed that the lord was right, as long as he mentioned plagiarism, this sail would mess up.

Last time he was bluffed by this kid, he won't make the same mistake again this time.

Thinking of losing face in front of Zhang Fan last time, and even being forced to learn to bark as a dog, Du Bendu's hatred for Zhang Fan was even deeper.

He is determined to expose Zhang Fan's true colors this time and find his own field.

"What's so hard about composing poetry?"

Zhang Fan, who was already a little drunk, stiffened his neck and said: "Don't say a few, even dozens or hundreds of songs, I can still make them!"

"Okay, then come to a hundred!" Du Bendu made a decisive decision after listening.

Today he is determined to expose this plagiarist and restore his dignity.

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment.

This man is too serious, he just said it casually.

"Why, are you cowardly? If you don't dare, kneel outside the school and learn to bark three times. "

Du Bendu sneered contemptuously.

"Who... Who's afraid!".

The slightly drunk Zhang Fan had no time to worry, and the alcohol paralyzed most of his sanity, preventing him from realizing that this was actually a very unequal contest.