Not long after Feng Jiwen's words fell, Jin Rongyue saw that among the people with questioning expressions around her, there were several slightly older literati who looked at her, and the undisguised different colors in their eyes made her feel very uncomfortable. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"What is this talking about?"

"Misappropriation is misappropriation, the evidence is in front of you, and you are still selling these mysterious ......"

"It's ......"

Most of the ears thought that Feng Jiwen's words were inexplicably talking and disdainful, but in the face of Feng Jiwen's calm eyes, Jin Rongyue felt a chill in her back for no reason.

If she always thought that the person in control of the overall situation was herself, then now she is suddenly unsure!

She didn't know if Feng Jiwen was really playing tricks on her, deliberately tricking her, or if she really had other plans.

And it is precisely because of the unknown that it is even more uneasy.

"Do you still want to continue to use strong words?" she tried her best to stabilize her voice, and her eyes were firmly fixed on Feng Jiwen.

Feng Jiwen was also looking at her.

"I'm not arguing with words, but it's not Miss Jin Er who has the final say. Her tone was calm, but her words were not gentle at all: "But who the plagiarist is, Miss Jin Er is afraid that she knows better than me." ”

"Then tell your wife about the origin of this poem?" Jin Rongyue had a hint of threat in her eyes.

She clenched her fingers tightly to calm herself.

She's really not going to be the same now!

It was about the reason that she was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope, and now even if she has the chance to win, once she sees Feng Jiwen's expression and tone, she feels extremely uneasy!

She held Feng Jiwen's handle in her hand, but Feng Jiwen couldn't come up with evidence to prove that she had embezzled it first, and the eyes of the world would not be biased towards Feng Jiwen, so what was she afraid of?

Feng Jiwen is like this, obviously intending to make her mess up.

She must not be fooled......

Feng Jiwen didn't have time to pay attention to her emotional surge, and turned her head straight back to face everyone.

The eyes of the four were different, some fell into the well, some sat and watched the show, but when they saw this, they were mostly quiet, waiting to hear what Feng Jiwen had to say.

"This "Qihuai" is a rare masterpiece in terms of literary style and artistic conception. However, the choice of words is supreme, but there is another 'mystery', and I think many predecessors have felt that this poem is different at this time. ”

Her voice was clear, unhurried.

Jin Rongyue didn't realize that her whole person slowly tensed up with her words.

"Not bad. ”

Someone answered.

This is a scribe about forty years old, and he frowned slightly and said, "Although this poem is good, there is an indescribable sense of familiarity everywhere. ”

"Exactly. Another man said, "...... There is a bit of Li Shangyin's style. ”

This is obviously a euphemism.

However, as soon as the word 'Li Shangyin' was mentioned, many people immediately discussed it in a low voice.

As the two predecessors said, this seven words are indeed suspected of being borrowed. Feng Jiwen subdivided them one by one: "Among them, 'Yinhan Red Wall into Wangyao' corresponds to Li Shangyin's poem "Dai Ying", "Originally, Yinhan is a Red Wall". ”

Hearing her say this, the scribes who had just spoken couldn't help but glance at each other.

I listened to Feng Jiwen continue to preach-

"'It seems that this star is not last night'" is almost similar to 'last night's stars and last night's wind' in Untitled. ”

At this time, the atmosphere around has changed dramatically.

Jin Rongyue's face was a little tense.

"'For whom is the wind and dew to stand in the middle of the night', it happens to be the same as Gao Qi's "Lu Yan Tu", "The sand is wide and the water is cold, and the fish are gone, and the wind and dew are standing for a long time. 'Something similar—"

“……”

At this time, even those gentlemen who were originally full of sneers changed their faces.

They didn't know anything about the poems in Feng Jiwen's mouth, but they vaguely understood the general meaning, and when they saw that the literati were all talking about something, they couldn't help but realize that this matter was probably not so simple.

So they who gave Jin Rongyue help at first, they didn't dare to speak rashly for a while.

"And 'lingering thoughts and pulling out the cocoon' vaguely have the meaning of Li Shangyin's 'spring silkworms are dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ashes and tears begin to dry'. ”

At this point, many scribes were almost clear.

In the end, there are very few people who can see the difference at a glance, and after Feng Jiwen said it in detail, she knew that there was such a 'mystery' hidden in this seemingly amazing poem.

Feng Jiwen finally said, "It's understandable to compose poems and collide with words, and the word coincidence can be brought over, but with such a large amount of 'borrowing', even if you want to hide it, you can't hide it for too long." At this point, she looked at Jin Rongyue, who had just stood up and questioned her, and asked, "Miss Jin Er insisted that this poem was a new work that had not yet been made public, but she didn't know what kind of mood she was in when she wrote the poem?"

Jin Rongyue's already sickly face was almost pale at this time.

She stood where she was, meeting the eyes of everyone who were waiting for her to explain, her palms soaked in cold sweat already sticky.

"Composing a poem is to write down what was presented in my mind when I arose, and I have read Li Shangyin's poems myself...... Sometimes, when I see something suitable for the situation, words suddenly come out of my mind, and I have no time to examine whether there are similarities with other poems. She explained: "Besides, I just wrote this poem on a random basis, and I had no intention of publicizing it until I was corrected by my master and studied it again, and for me, it was still an unfinished poem." ”

Feng Jiwen didn't interrupt her, just listened to her continue.

"I admit that there are omissions in the choice of words. But if I had the heart to make this poem public, I wouldn't have made this painting today. Jin Rongyue looked at Feng Jiwen, her eyes were slightly red, and she said: "Mrs. is well versed in the way of poetry, and she can see at a glance the flaws that I have not yet noticed, and I admire them very much." But if you want to use this to confuse the public and cover up the fact that you have embezzled other people's works, it will inevitably be a little unfair!"

She was much thinner in Japan at this time, standing there like a very slender and weak green lotus in the pool, and because she was a pitiful appearance that could not be explained by being wronged, she couldn't help but make many people speechless for a while, only feeling that no matter what she said, for the weak woman in front of her, it was inevitable that she would be disgusted with 'slander'.

There are even some children who have come forward again to accuse Feng Jiwen of confusing the public.

"Regardless of whether this poem is suspected of being borrowed or not, it is indeed the work of Miss Jin Er, and Mrs. Jin Er made it public without the permission of Miss Jin Er, and did not explain who the original work was, and let others praise it, isn't this still a misappropriation?"

“……”

Looking at the enthusiastic group of people, Feng Jiwen sneered silently.

It's clearly just a melon-eating audience who doesn't know the truth, but he has to be a flower messenger.

She didn't have such a pity for the jade.

Even if there is, it will never be used on Jin Rongyue.

And everything that made Jin Rongyue feel uneasy at the moment was just the beginning.

What she wants to give her is not just a 'over-borrowing' evaluation.

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ps: I would like to say happy winter solstice to everyone, I didn't eat dumplings today, but I boiled warm mutton soup~

Love you guys, good night~ (To be continued.) )