In the originally quiet corridor, with the movement of the waiter, there were gradually waves. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But anyone who has some talent can hardly hide the amazement in his eyes.

Many scholars discussed in low voices.

There are also people who slowly recite the contents of the paper -

"A few times the flowers sat down and the, and the silver man red wall looked into the distance. It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is exposed and the midnight is upset. Lingering thoughts and pulling out the cocoon, like a sad heart peeling banana. In March and May of three or five years, the poor glass of wine never went away. ”

"What a poem...... someone praised.

Several people who are really talented and learned, but they vaguely feel a little strange under a closer look, and after exchanging glances with each other, they all see the same doubts in each other's eyes.

But in such a situation, no one spoke rashly.

It's just that I can't help but praise it from the bottom of my heart: "The words are excellent, and those who can write Huizong's words so expressively, especially women, are the first time to have this insight——"

"That's true......"

"I haven't heard of the daughter of Lord Yinglian's mansion having such an attainment in calligraphy, which really makes my generation ashamed. ”

Previously, Feng Jiwen was infamous, even though she had a small dew on the Xiangshan Poetry Club last year, but because the poem was "Xiang Mouse", it was intended to mock everyone present, so it was not widely spread.

And because he has never deliberately revealed it in front of people, there is less word of mouth, and it is difficult for outsiders to know about it except for people who know each other.

And this year, because Mr. Yuan Mei personally presided over the poetry meeting, there are many more truly talented people here.

Fukangan sat in place with a blank expression.

As early as last year, he knew that Feng Jiwen could write well.

But whether this poem is good or not, he can't understand it very well.

It's just that under a calm face, she can't help but say in her heart: A little ability is shown everywhere, this is both writing and poetry, is it afraid that she will not be able to seize the opportunity in the future so that others will not know how many drops of ink in her stomach......

It's the most vain and superficial.

Jin Rongyue listened coldly to the words of praise in her ears.

Compared to the praise she received when she painted, although there are few children in Beijing who praise Feng Jiwen, most of them are talented people who are well-known inside and outside the capital.

Their recognition is undoubtedly much more valuable than the flattery of those gentlemen.

But she wasn't jealous.

Because soon, these compliments will become naked jokes.

The place where she sat was a little more remote, and the waiter presented Feng Jiwen's work to her at this time.

Jin Rongyue seemed to have watched it attentively for a long time.

The look on her face changed from calm at first to gradually different.

She slowly raised her eyebrows.

She is Yuan Mei's personal disciple, and she has the reputation of the first talented woman in the capital, so several people in the vicinity are waiting for her comment.

However, he couldn't wait for Jin Rongyue to speak.

On the contrary, she could see that something was very wrong.

"What does Miss Jin Er think of this poem?" Childe next to him asked.

When it comes to poetry, who can compare the talent of a woman in Beijing to Miss Jin Er?

“……”

Jin Rongyue didn't answer, but stood up.

This action rightfully attracted everyone's attention.

Just when he was in doubt, he saw Jin Rongyue look in the direction opposite the left obliquely, and asked aloud: "Dare to ask Mrs. He, is this poem really written by Mrs. He?"

As soon as these words came out, the four suddenly fell silent.

Several scribes who had thought something was different couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

However, looking at Feng Jiwen's expression, which was sitting in the same place, it could be said that she had not moved at all.

She didn't answer and asked, "I don't know what Miss Jin Er means by this?"

"As far as I know, I'm afraid this poem wasn't written by his wife, right?" Jin Rongyue stood there, looking at Feng Jiwen from afar, with mockery in her eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly became agitated.

Feng Jiwen remains unaffected.

She said lightly: "The poetry club stipulates that you can choose any one from poetry, calligraphy and painting, and I just wrote a word, so how can I say that this poem is also made by me?"

“……”

Everyone listened to it, there were surprises, and they had different plans.

"What is this? If it wasn't a poem written by her, why didn't she say it from the beginning......" someone whispered.

Jin Rongyue sneered heavily in her heart.

It's still hard to talk about it.

But I don't know that this kind of 'explanation' is simply equivalent to slapping one's mouth, and there is no convincing force at all.

Under such circumstances, Mrs. He admitted frankly that there was a suspicion of shirking. There seemed to be a hint of anger in her tone, but it was well suppressed, so that people could clearly perceive it, but it would not seem to be out of everyone's grace: "If I don't stand up and ask, will I have to accept all these praises with peace of mind?"

Suddenly, this change was the first time in many years, and all of a sudden, there were endless discussions.

Yuan Mei glanced at Feng Yinglian, who did not change color on the side of his body, and thought of the "coincidence" when the lot was drawn, coupled with the many clues in his eyes during this period of time, almost in an instant, he roughly understood the 'strangeness'.

He frowned and looked at Jin Rongyue, and said earnestly: "Yue'er...... Hugh be rude. ”

"Master. Jin Rongyue lowered her head and raised her sleeves to give him a salute, and there was a slight hesitation in the look of Yuan Mei's dissuasion, but she still insisted: "Xiangshan Fenghui was originally created by the master, and it has been a long time, but it is rare to steal other people's works in such a grand manner, this matter is not only about the dignity of the literati, but also as the judgment of others on the poetry club in the future." Therefore, he dared to ask the master to find out the cause of the matter. ”

Her words were sincere, and she put the reputation of the literati and the reputation of the poetry club in the first place, which inevitably made many people echo it.

Many children even took the opportunity to coax and wanted to see Feng Jiwen make a fool of herself.

For a moment, the scene was beyond the control of a few words.

Seeing this, Yuan Mei wanted to speak again and again, with disappointment in his eyes.

He couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

…… The human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, and this is the intention.

"We still have one less explanation for the previous matter, this time you can't help but protect it-" Feng Yinglian glanced at Yuan Mei.

Yuan Mei just shook his head and sighed when he heard this.

After a while, he said, "...... You came here today, because you made up your mind to smash me. ”

"Hmph, don't sue the wicked first. ”

Yuan Mei was even more helpless.

That's true.

"Nonsense!" In the midst of the noise, Feng Shuzhi suddenly stood up.

He couldn't bear to look at Jin Rongyue, and asked rhetorically: "My eldest sister has already said that this poem was not written by her, and what she showed to you is only calligraphy, but you still want to say that my eldest sister has embezzled it in public, but you don't know who stole it? What evidence can prove that it is misappropriation? Can you ask this person to come forward to confront you!"

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ps: Hello everyone, I'm back!I've been recuperating for the past few days, and I've slept early, but the only thing is that I don't dare to read the book review area, and I feel shameless to face everyone, so let's wait, and I plan to wait for the update to be updated and then go to see it, thank you for waiting~

Two shifts tomorrow.

Good night everyone~ (To be continued.) )