"Wow-"

As soon as Xu Buling's voice came out, the audience was stunned.

If you don't change your words when you copy poems, everyone actually can't do anything, and they admit it on the spot, but they have confirmed the infamy of 'stealing poems'.

However, although everyone is not ashamed, they dare not dare to act, and they admit generously, in fact, there is nothing to say.

The eldest son of King Su bought a poem to play, and was exposed and admitted on the spot, and he could afford to put it down, and people didn't rely on this to eat, so there was no need to hold on.

Song Baijing, Qi Xinghan and other great Confucians, seeing that Xu Buling admitted his mistakes cleanly, they all breathed a sigh of relief and nodded lightly.

Qi Xinghan was about to say "Knowing mistakes can improve a lot", but he never thought that the Song girl next to him spoke again.

Song Yufu's face was full of anger and incomprehension, and a pair of apricot eyes were round:

"Xu Shizi! You wrote this word, why don't you admit it, and be infamous as 'stealing poetry'? ”

Because I don't want to die young!

Xu Buling gritted his teeth in his heart, his face had to be ashamed, he shook his head and chuckled:

"This poem is obvious to all, I can't write it, I did copy it."

Song Yufu's eyes widened:

"Who are you copying?"

"I ......"

Xu Buling's heart 'chuckled' and froze on the spot.

Finished!

Whose did I copy?

I copied Li Qingzhao's.

There is no Li Qingzhao in this place!

Xu Buling's face was slightly gloomy, and his heart turned sharply: "Hmm...... Let the next person go out and buy it. ”

It's just that no one listens to this sentence anymore.

Song Yufu's sentence "Who are you copying" came out, which has attracted the attention of everyone present.

That's right!

Xu Buling's writing can be fake, but the words are true.

This song is bound to become a good song for the ages, even if it is not allowed to buy it, it has to be written by someone with real skills, right?

Buying and selling, selling before buying.

Fang Caiguang condemned Xu Buling for 'stealing poetry', but he forgot about this stubble!

Qi Xinghan, who has always been more serious, frowned at this time, touched his chin and said:

"Xu Shizi, since you said that this poem was bought, who did you ask who bought it?"

Xu Buling took a breath: "Let the next person go out to buy it, I don't know who it is." ”

"When did you buy it?"

"A few days ago."

"Good!"

Qi Xinghan nodded, all the Confucians on the high platform are not rotten Confucians, who hasn't been in the officialdom for half their lives?

Hearing these words, everyone showed strange expressions.

Qi Xinghan smiled, walked down the high platform and came to the hall, with his hands behind his back like a master, and circled around Xu Buling twice:

"The other day...... In other words, this poem was bought near Chang'an City, right. ”

Xu Buling frowned: "Sort of." ”

"Hehe......"

Qi Xinghan looked at Xu Buling a few times: "Of the millions of people in Chang'an City, half of them have studied private school, of which only thirty percent are fluent in literature and ink, and I am afraid that less than one percent understands poetry, right?" ”

Many talented people present nodded, Chang'an City is the national capital, and those who enter Beijing to take the exam are like carps crossing the river, and there are many people who can recite poems and make poems, but in Chang'an, the central government, it is only a small circle.

Qi Xinghan chuckled: "Of these people, eighty percent are lifters and scholars, and the rest are prodigal talents and rangers, how many women there are, you should be clear." ”

Everyone nodded again and again, women can't be officials, there are a lot of poetry and poetry, but there are few with high attainments. The entire Chang'an can only afford the word 'talented woman'.

Qi Xinghan circled around Xu Buling:

The word "Fang Cai" is based on the artistic conception. It's a girl who is a little older, and after some setbacks...... Things are people, not everything...... Well, probably widowed at home...... And the attainment of this poem is obvious to all, and with such talent, it is impossible to be obscure. The old man thought about it again, in the entire Chang'an City, there is such an encounter and such a talented woman, there is no such thing! ”

"yes!"

"There is really no such woman in Chang'an City, if there is, she would have been famous for a long time......

The audience was full of whispers, and they were also confused.

Xu Buling looked around, spread his hand and said helplessly:

"I'm a man, I'm only eighteen years old, and I'm in a position of authority, and it's impossible for me to write this poem."

Qi Xinghan hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing a little gratification:

"At a young age, but he is humble and does not want to be famous, this heart is really not easy. Fang is the old man, who spends the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. ”

Xu Buling was inexplicable: "If you can't find anyone else, you think I wrote it?" Why? ”

Qi Xinghan smiled: "Xu Shizi didn't have this experience, but Mrs. Lu is widowed at home and has been taking care of His Royal Highness. It is not surprising that His Royal Highness the Prince of the World was moved to write this poem. ”

"Wow-"

There was an uproar in the audience, there were many princes and nobles present, and there were not a few people who knew about it, thinking about it carefully, it was really possible.

Xu Buling's eyes were full of astonishment, he didn't expect this old horseman to have such a rich imagination. He raised his hand and said:

"This poem is not written by Mrs. Lu, I bought it, sir, don't guess."

Qi Xinghan put his hands behind his back, with a little relief: "It's a good thing that young people don't fight, but Xu Shizi shouldn't hide it so deeply." Since you said that you bought it, then who did you ask to buy this poem? ”

Xu Buling opened his mouth: "I said that I bought it from a subordinate, and I bought it anonymously, I don't know who the seller is." ”

Qi Xinghan sighed: "It doesn't matter if Xu Shizi doesn't admit it, justice is in the hearts of the people, all the people present are scholars, and they know what the situation is......"

"Yes, yes......"

"What Mr. Qi said is reasonable......

It's over, and the more it is erased, the whiter it gets.

Xu Buling was speechless, so he had to spread his hands: "Do you believe it or not." As he spoke, he turned around and prepared to slip away.

On the high platform, Song Yufu saw that Xu Buling was leaving, and hurriedly ran forward a few steps:

"Wait! I haven't proved it yet, I still have other poems written by Xu Shizi here, drunk and looking at the sword......"

"You're not done!"

Xu Buling was furious, his body rose from the ground like a falcon, and the fox fur hunted, and fell directly to the high platform, raised his hand to cover Song Yufu's mouth, and lifted the anxious Song girl, rushed out of the window in three big strides, and disappeared into the hall.

The audience was shocked.

When many official ladies saw this miraculous skill, their eyes were about to burst into stars.

"Xu Shizi is both civil and military, and he is so handsome, he really doesn't give other men a way to live......"

"Yes, it's rare for a man to understand women so well......"

"If I were Mrs. Lu, I'm afraid my heart would melt ......"

With the affection of many, several Confucians on the high platform are all looking left and right, with a bit of surprise in their eyes.

I didn't expect that the prince of Su, who is famous for his 'tyrannical impulse', would have such a good literary talent.

Yan Wang Song Yu tapped his fingers on the table, thought for a while, and chuckled:

"Drunk and looking at the sword...... Don't let this baby hide a little deep......"

Song Baiqing frowned, thought for a moment, shook his head and said:

Lao Qi said that it was reasonable and well-founded, but Xu Buling was only eighteen years old, and no matter how good his writing was, it was difficult to write this poem, and there was no need not to admit it, there may be other hidden secrets. Before making a conclusion, it is better not to spread nonsense. ”

This kind of ending in a 'doubtful' way.

But so many people present have heads and ears, a few people believe and a few don't believe it, no one knows......