Chen An was thinking about Xiao Guanyin, and looked at his appearance and asked: "There is something else? If you have something, just say it. I will definitely help you with it today. You know the credibility of someone, and the conscience of the Song Dynasty..."

The envoy said in surprise: "Isn't the Emperor of the Song Dynasty talking about the role model of the Song Dynasty last time?"

"Aren't models just conscience?" Chen An didn't take any role models to heart. In his opinion, models are worse than to convince others with virtue... If they don't agree, we will break their legs.

The messenger felt that this person's moral integrity was a problem, but he didn't care about it at this moment, so he said embarrassedly: "That Chen County Duke... your poem..."

"What word?"

Chen An was a little confused and felt that he hadn't written much lyrics recently!

This is how people who copy are, always forgetful.

If it is your own work, you will naturally remember it deeply...

"The great talent is always like this." The messenger shook his head, feeling that there are always too many talents in this world that often overflow.

Chen An is obviously this kind of person.

He said in a tangled way: "It's that song... If the love between the two people lasted for a long time, how could they be there? Day and night..."

Well!

Chen An was stunned and remembered this poem.

It was on the way to negotiate with Queen Liang in Qingjian City. He met Yan Yue. As a result, Chen Zhongheng's old house caught fire and ignited. He insisted on a poem to coax women, so he wrote this poem.

No, it's plagiarism.

Qin Guan, I'm sorry, your master Su Shi and I are brothers, so let's borrow your poem.

"This poem...is no problem?"

Chen An was a little puzzled: "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

He slapped his thighs suddenly, and the messenger felt that his conscience had discovered, and couldn't help but wait for his confession in tears.

"No wonder my wife was a little weird in the morning. It turned out that this poem was revealed."

In the morning, Yang Zhuoxue looked a little aggrieved, and Chen An asked inexplicably but no results were achieved.

It turns out that I'm jealous!

Chen An couldn't help laughing, the messenger was cold and asked, "Do they said that this poem was written by you when you were in the northwest?"

"Yes! It was made in the northwest."

Chen An thinks this poem is very literary, and those women should...

Damn it!

His heart skipped a beat, and then he looked at the messenger quietly.

Ma Dan, could it be that Queen Liang misunderstood?

The messenger said in grief and anger: "Someone is spreading rumors, saying that they will fall in love with the old man at first sight..."

This is the rumor that Chen An asked people to spread.
Chapter completed!