This poem was originally told to Wei Pangzi by Jing Zhe. He was so familiar with it that he could read it without even looking at it.
But he still picked up the Xuan paper. In the backyard, besides the peach tree, there were two pine trees that were as thick as two people could hug. Standing under the pine trees, he could see the strange peaks and dangerous rocks on the back of Peach Blossom Mountain, as well as the gurgling mountain springs flowing between the rocks.
Jing Zhe then walked through the peach trees and green bamboo to a large pine tree. He leaned against the pine tree, shook his head, and pretended to read it with great seriousness.
Amidst the barking of dogs and the sounds of people, peach blossoms are heavy with dew.
When the trees are deep, you can see deer; at midday, you can hear no bell by the stream.
Wild bamboos part in the green mist, and a flying spring hangs from the azure peak.
No one knows where he has gone; I lean sadly against two or three pine trees.
In fact, Jing Zhe was familiar with many peach blossom poems, because every year in March and April when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, they provide endless inspiration for people to write poems and lyrics. However, the poem that Jing Zhe told Wei Pangzi was not the most famous among the peach blossom poems.
To be honest, the quality of this poem can only be considered above average, not top-tier. There are only two reasons for this.
One reason is selfishness.
The best is always reserved for oneself. Jing Zhe hadn't originally considered participating in this Peach Blossom Poetry Gathering, but who could guarantee that no unforeseen circumstances would arise? Keeping a few high-quality poems for oneself is standard practice.
Although he decided to help Fatty Wei, the two were just strangers who met by chance. Helping him was only because he couldn't stand the mean faces of these scholars. The quality of this poem was enough to slap them in the face.
Although it's unclear how skilled Feng Mubai and Lin Wan'er really are, their poem is undoubtedly enough to overwhelm all the scholars present, because Jing Zhe had already discerned their abilities from the few poems they had just recited.
Another point is that it can't be too fake.
Everyone knows Wei Pangzi's talent. If he suddenly wrote a masterpiece, let alone these scholars, even anyone who knows a little about poetry would not believe it.
As for this song, although it also lacks credibility, after Jing Zhe's slight modification, it fits the current situation perfectly. Even if some people don't believe it, it will be easy to explain later.
As everyone fell silent, Fatty Wei became restless.
What's going on? Is this poem not good enough?
Although Fatty Wei didn't have much poetic talent, he did have basic appreciation skills, which is why he immediately agreed to leave his calligraphy after hearing Jing Zhe's poem.
They couldn't possibly not recognize such a wonderful poem, so the fact that they showed such a dazed expression can only mean that they were stunned by its beauty!
Thinking of this, Fatty Wei became smug, then cleared his throat and said with a smile, "What do you all think of my poem? Isn't it great? Does it deserve to be left as a piece of calligraphy?"
Ultimately, Fatty Wei was just too impatient.
These scholars weren't stupid; they had their own opinions on whether the poem was good or not. The reason they remained silent was, just as Fatty Wei had guessed, because they were stunned—who would have thought that Fatty Wei could write such a good poem? Once they came to their senses, they would surely be secretly praising it.
But Wei the Fat's impetuous self-praise was making him a target of resentment. Even if the scholars were convinced in their hearts, they wouldn't admit it out loud.
Of course, you can't entirely blame Fatty Wei. He was like Fan Jin passing the imperial examination, or a penniless man suddenly winning the lottery. It would be strange if he could stay calm.
"This is a poem you wrote? Impossible!"
"Don't we know what kind of skills Fatty Wei has?"
"Yeah, who knows whose masterpiece this is plagiarized!"
"..."
Fatty Wei blushed deeply, feeling both ashamed and indignant.
Someone went to great lengths to give me a poem, and you all accused me of plagiarism—even if it is plagiarism, why don't you plagiarize one too?
"You're talking nonsense!"
Fatty Wei pointed at them and said, "You say I plagiarized? Then tell me, who did I plagiarize?"
"..."
The group exchanged bewildered glances. They felt that Fatty Wei couldn't possibly write such a good poem, but they genuinely didn't know whose work he had plagiarized, as this was the first time they had ever heard of such a poem.
"We don't know who you plagiarized, but you definitely plagiarized!"
The leader pointed at Fatty Wei and said disdainfully. This man was one of the two who had mocked Fatty Wei the most initially. If Jing Zhe remembered correctly, this man was called Brother Ma, and the other was called Brother Feng.
"Ma Shibin, you're talking nonsense!"
Fatty Wei retorted indignantly, "What makes you think I plagiarized?"
"Because you can't possibly write such good poetry, you must have plagiarized!"
Sure enough, at this moment, another man surnamed Feng also came out, looking at Fatty Wei with a roguish expression, and said that he didn't know how Fatty Wei had offended the two of them, so that they would target him so relentlessly.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, you—"
Fatty Wei was speechless for a moment. It was as if he had been falsely accused, and he didn't even have a chance to refute it.
"This... is Brother Ma?"
At this moment, Jing Zhe stepped forward.
"Who...are you? What do you do?"
When Ma Shibin heard Jing Zhe speak, he looked over warily.
“I am a friend of Brother Wei. As you all know, I am just an outsider.”
Jing Zhe smiled, then turned to look at Fellow Daoist Feng.
"This must be Brother Feng, right?"
"Exactly."
Fellow Daoist Feng raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything more.
"I think Brother Ma and Brother Feng look very alike. I wonder if you two are related?"
"..."
Ma Shibin and Feng Daoyou exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with disdain—because neither of them was particularly good-looking, and each had their own distinct features; one had an underbite and the other an overbite, so naturally they didn't want to be told they looked alike.
"What kind of look is that?"
"Indeed, Brother Feng is so handsome, how could I possibly presume to be worthy of him?"
"Brother Ma, you are mistaken! Brother Ma is the truly handsome and dashing one. How could I possibly compare myself to you?"
"You're too kind!"
"Be modest, be modest!"
"..."
"Hehe, I think it does look quite similar."
Jing Zhe suppressed the urge to vomit and said with a smile, "I just think that Brother Feng and Brother Ma not only look alike, but their surnames are also very similar. Brother Feng only has two more water radicals than Brother Ma. So I boldly guess that Brother Feng and Brother Ma are half-brothers!"
"..."
The room fell silent upon hearing this.
Everyone bit their lips, their expressions amused, looking at the group of people, wanting to laugh but too embarrassed to do so, feeling uncomfortable holding it in.
Isn't this basically saying that these two people's mother cheated on their father? As for who cheated on whom, that's unclear...
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