"Mrs. Xu......"

As the singer reported her name, the hall of the Dragon Yin Pavilion was a little quiet, and the talented Confucians frowned slightly, obviously not hearing of this 'strange woman'.

Song Baiqing blinked, looked at the singer in the distance, and after making sure that she was not wrong, he was a little dazed, and turned his gaze back to the many talented girls below:

"Do not be told...... The name...... It's the same name as the prince of Su, huh...... Who is this Mrs. Buling? ”

When everyone heard this, they all looked to the side with strange eyes, this kind of thing with the same name is not uncommon, but the man and woman have the same name, which is also an interesting anecdote.

It's just that what everyone didn't expect was that Xu Shizi, who was sitting next to the hall drinking tea, stood up and tightened the fox fur on his body, his eyes were arrogant, revealing pride from the bottom of his heart:

"That's right, it's down there!"

"Poof—"

Xiao Ting, who was sitting next to Xu Buling, squirted out a mouthful of tea when he heard this. patted his chest, holding back a little uncomfortable:

"Xu Buling, you ...... You're ...... I'm laughing to death...... Hahaha......"

Only Xiao Ting was laughing in the audience, and everyone else was silent, their eyes full of astonishment and incomprehension.

The children of rich families in Xiao Ting, many people are not stupid, they know how many catties and taels they have, and it is impossible to buy this kind of famous poem when selling poetry.

Even if you want to be in the limelight, at least buy a man's poetry, which can prevaricate a little.

This is obviously a poem written by a weathered woman, who came out of the pen of the prince of the dignified domain, and "combed her hair day and night, and also wanted to sail lightly"?

Is this kind of sissy the work of the son of the vassal king?

Song Baiqing and others knew that Xu Buling was excellent in martial arts, but he was not good at writing and ink, but they didn't expect that Xu Buling couldn't even copy poems.

The audience was silent for a long time, if it weren't for Xu Buling's identity here, many talented and beautiful people would have begun to sneer.

The poetry club is an elegant place, and it is shameful for the princes and princes to buy poems.

Yan Wang Song Yu rubbed his forehead, brewing for a long time, and didn't know what to say.

Song Baiqing, as the great sacrificial wine of the country's eunuch, and Xu Buling's mentor, Rao is arrogant, at this time, his old face was flushed, and there was a row of tables:

"Xu Buling! As the prince of Su, you should put your mind on the government and the army, what will be the excitement when you come to the poem? ”

This is to let Xu Buling get out quickly, don't be ashamed, it can be regarded as a step.

If you don't want to come over today, you're looking for scolding.

Xu Buling made an unrepentant appearance, walked to the center of the hall, spread his hands and looked around:

"Everyone can enter the poetry club, I wrote a good poem, why can't I come?"

Did you write a good word?

The talented and beautiful women in the audience were almost suffocated to death by this sentence, and it took great perseverance to not scold.

There were hundreds of people present, and they were not blind.

Who doesn't see that this word was written by a 'weather-beaten down-and-out female lyricist'?

If you don't let you, as the prince of Su, a generation of Tianjiao, and the 'weather-beaten down-and-out female lyricist', it is estimated that there is only one "of" word.

If you want to buy poems and copy poems, at least copy a reliable one? This appearance must have been yin by the female lyricist, and she didn't know it.

The poem was identified in court, but it was the end of the stench for 10,000 years, and it was reasonable for Xu Buling to die and not admit that he had written it.

But Song Baiqing didn't take the steps, and he had to jump out as a target, but he didn't know how to lift.

I really thought it was the eldest son of King Su, and no one dared to speak when I was present?

After the desk, Qi Xinghan, who had always had a hot temper, directly slapped the table and stood up, and said angrily:

"Nonsense, you should be sitting here with a three-year-old child who can't read big words? If you wrote this poem, could it be that you have been disguising yourself as a man for so many years? ”

"Hahaha......"

There was constant laughter and laughter, and many official ladies secretly looked at Xu Buling, who was dressed in fox fur, and muttered secretly: "She looks more beautiful than women, and maybe it's ...... for women to dress up as men."

Qi Xinghan's face stiffened as soon as he said a word, and he looked at Xu Buling carefully, as if he was determining whether it was a man or a woman.

Yan King Song Yu's face was very strange, and he raised his hand: "Don't let it be a man's body, this word...... Hmmm......"

Well, for a long time, I don't know what to say so as not to hurt my feelings.

There was a lot of laughter in the hall.

Xu Buling saw that the heat was almost the same, and developed in the direction of the reservation, so he naturally put on a red-faced and red-eared style, and stubbornly spoke:

"This poem was written by the son of this world, and you are not allowed to laugh! Shut up! ”

Qi Xinghan had never seen such an unrepentant student, so he slapped the table and said angrily:

"You said you wrote it, who can prove it?"

Xu Buling was speechless for a while, making a speechless appearance, looking away, looking at the style of not admitting copying poems.

Qi Xinghan was furious when he saw this, and slapped the table again:

"Who can prove it!"

Xu Buling was still speechless.

Just when everyone was watching the joke, a righteous and awe-inspiring voice suddenly sounded on the high platform:

"I can prove it!"

There was silence in the hall.

Xu Buling's face froze without repentance.

The hall was full of lights, and in the bustling hall of the Dragon Yin Pavilion, it became silent as this faint voice containing justice sounded.

Everyone moved their eyes to the high platform where the Confucians were sitting, but saw a gentle woman standing upright, with a little anger in her eyes, obviously thinking that the literati present should not insult the innocence of others.

Song Baiqing frowned: "Yufu, what do you prove?" ”

Song Yufu gave a blessing with a good demeanor, facing many eye-catching talents and beauties:

"This word was originally written by Xu Shizi, but I don't want to be too lazy to argue with you, you shouldn't spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."

The talented and beautiful women present looked left and right, and didn't know how to explain to this girl, I am afraid that it was a young lady who was dazzled by Xu Shizi's flower appearance and moonlight, and she was blindly coaxed without looking at the situation.

Xu Buling copied it or not, can they not understand?

And Xu Buling, the protagonist of this incident, looked at Cheng Biting Jin, who was killed halfway, in horror, and couldn't wait to go up and kill him.

It's not easy to take on the name of 'stealing poetry', and now that it's about to be done, what are you running out to make a fuss about?

Qi Xinghan saw Song Yufu's objection, so he frowned and said:

"Conniving and shielding, but ruining his reputation, how can you prove it for him?"

Song Yufu has no fear, and is trying to shake out Xu Buling's old bottom, proving that Xu Buling is not a reckless man with developed limbs and a simple mind, but a great talent who is 'both civil and military, young and old, with a very deep city government and an unlimited future'.

However, Xu Buling's ability to observe words and expressions is very powerful, and looking at Song Yufu's appearance, he knew that she had grabbed her 'handle', and immediately made a decision, stepped forward and said:

"That's it! Miss Song spoke up righteously, and Xu was grateful, but this poem was indeed copied by me, and I didn't dare to affect the girl's reputation. ”