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"You said I copied you? You haven't passed on these poems, how did I copy them?" Ye Fan couldn't help but be happy, this person is also quite interesting.

Su Huafan shook his head calmly, "Who in this imperial city doesn't know, there are a lot of people and inkmen in my house, I chant poems and lyrics, drink and sing, and never shy away from it."

If you really find out, who stole these poems, this son really can't be investigated, after all, there are too many literati who come and go, even the servants and maids in my house can recite many poems.

There have been a few times before, my poems have been passed on, there are people who are greedy for fame and fortune, impostors, but my son is too lazy to care too much, and some of them have come to light.

This time, if you hadn't plagiarized too much and made such a fuss, my son wouldn't have broken it directly in the hall."

"Who can prove that this poem was written before my eldest brother recited?

What's more, my eldest brother encountered the scenes of welcoming relatives and returning to the door for a banquet, and composed poems on the spot, can he still coincidentally match them?" Ye Wanqing said dissatisfied.

Su Huafan's face was pale, and he sneered: "Su has written a lot of poems, he just picked a few and said them, what's strange?"

Why, is it still that someone in my Su plagiarized his poems?

When I was ten years old, I dared to ask what Ye Juma was doing?

Before marrying the eldest princess, as far as Su knew about it, it didn't seem to have anything to do with the poetry and literature world, right?

Suddenly, not only did he come out of nothing, but he was able to write these wonderful poems, I'm afraid that even a little wise person would not easily believe it, right?"

As soon as these words came out, hundreds of teachers and students from Tianwen schools on the scene also nodded in agreement.

"Support Senior Su! Senior Su is the first talent in the Imperial City, do you still need to question it?"

"Yes, I must have memorized a lot of Senior Su's poems, and I just used them!"

Many girls at the scene couldn't wait to start supporting, Ye Fan suddenly became popular, and the poems were popular all over the place, and it was the name of the imperial doctor and the horse, which was really too far from the previous waste image.

Therefore, everyone was quite skeptical about some of Ye Fan's achievements.

In contrast, although Su Huafan's poetry collection is not ironclad evidence, most people are still willing to believe that these poems were created by the first genius in the imperial city.

"You ...... You are all speculating! This is not evidence at all!" Ye Wanqing was so anxious that she was about to cry, and her body trembled slightly.

Ye Fan reached out and gently hugged his sister's fragrant shoulder, patted it, and smiled indifferently: "It's okay, the clear ones are self-purifying, let's go home, whatever they say."

Ye Fan didn't want to argue with Su Huafan, if he had to compete for the level, he could recite hundreds of famous poems.

But...... What's the point of this? He did borrow the poems of ancient writers, but he didn't create them originally, and he was not interested in borrowing them to make a name for himself.

What's more, no matter how good his poems are, he can't prove that Su Huafan's poetry collection is fake.

If you want to add sin, why should you do it?

Su Huafan is not stupid, he naturally knows that public opinion must be biased towards him, so he dares to take out a poetry collection that is not evidence like this.

"Big brother...... Why do they say that about you?" Ye Wanqing clenched her pink fist and said bitterly.

"Oh, even if I'm not as good at poetry as he is, my medical skills are better than him, just have one of them," Ye Fan smiled and comforted.

"Girl, let's go quickly! This is Tianwen Academy! Other people's territory, it's the best policy to go!" Ye Danqing urged in a low voice.

Ye Wanqing had no choice but to leave with her.

She knew that as soon as she left, the news would definitely spread on the Internet, and Ye Fan would become a plagiarist, a thief, and be disgraced......

Although Su Huafan can't come up with full evidence, so Ye Fan will not be punished, but Ye Fan's reputation just happened to be completely ruined.

"Just left, do you have any backbone?" a gentle female voice came.

Dressed in a color-blocked tunic dress, draped over a white fur coat, tied in a ponytail with a colored headband, and stepped on a pair of high-heeled camel boots......

Ye Weiyang, who was dressed differently, appeared at the door of the lecture hall.

This image-oriented county lord is also dressed neatly like four good-looking maids on both sides, as if it is specially to contrast the beauty of their master.

Seeing that Ye Weiyang also came, the lecture hall suddenly became noisy again, and the students obviously didn't expect that the two most popular people in Tianwen Si Jerry actually came to the scene.

"What does this have to do with backbone, it's something that can't be said clearly, why waste time?" Ye Fan shook his head with a smile.

Ye Weiyang was quite dissatisfied, and said with a hint of cunning in his eyes: "The county lord is about to return to the house just now, and I heard that you are going to confront Su Huafan, so I came over to take a look."

You don't even defend yourself, doesn't that mean that you admit that you are a literary thief?

If it's just other poems, when you greet your relatives, are the poems written in the literary examination also copied from him? That is the crime of deceiving the king, have you thought clearly?"

Ye Fan frowned, didn't this county lord give him something to do?

In this way, this matter really can't be handled too casually, otherwise it is tantamount to deceiving Emperor Mingde, and it will cause more problems.

Many students at the scene had already coaxed and laughed, wanting to see what Ye Fan would do.

"Lord Weiyang, I don't think you should be embarrassed by Ye Feima, those poems should be given to him by someone Su, and the name of the creator should be counted on his head......" Su Huafan smiled with a chic attitude.

Ye Weiyang replied directly: "You said you would send it?

Yes, yes, no, no, who is the thief, I have to make it clear today! What do you say......? Doctor Ye?"

Ye Fan saw Ye Weiyang's expression of fear that the world would not be chaotic, and he really didn't know where he provoked her.

If you want him to say that these poems are his own, he can't say it.

But if you say it's not your own, you can't do it, and you will fall into your mouth.

After thinking for a while, Ye Fan raised his head, turned his back to the teachers and students in a lecture hall, and recited in a somewhat helpless and emotional tone: "

If you compare the rich with the poor, one on the flat earth and the other in the heavens;

If the poor are compared to chariots and horses, he has to drive me to be idle.

Others laugh at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it;

I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoes to make fields......"

A piece of Tang Yin's "Peach Blossom Anthem" came out of Ye Fan's mouth, and the audience fell into an inexplicable tranquility......

Some people are lost in thought, some are shocked, and some have bright eyes......

Su Hua had words in his mouth, his eyes rolled, his brows frowned, and he pinched the fan tightly.

Ye Weiyang groaned slightly, a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Ye Fan's eyes, a little more interested.

Ye Fan did not directly answer their questions, but used such a poem to show a detached state of mind that was indifferent to fame and fortune and unwilling to deal with the world......

He doesn't want to compete with the world, and he doesn't need to talk to everyone about his realm.

If Ye Fan said this directly, these people at the scene would naturally scoff at it, and it could be expressed through such an eternal sentence, and everyone was shocked!

Ye Fan saw that the scene was finally quiet, and a group of people looked at him with complicated eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it was settled.

"What's the name of this poem?" asked Ye Weiyang.

"How do I know", Ye Fan turned around and pointed at Su Huafan, "You can ask him, maybe he wrote it ...... too"

After that, Ye Fan didn't say more, took Ye Wanqing and Ye Danqing, and left.

The scene was quiet for a long time, and a group of people couldn't figure out which was true or false, and suspicions were rife.

There was a calm smile on the corner of Su Huafan's mouth, as if he didn't care at all, but there was a chill in the depths of his eyes...... 166 Reading Network