Once again, the emergency obviously caught people off guard, and no one expected that a wave would not be settled, and another wave would rise, and the back waves of the Yangtze River would push the front waves, one wave higher and one wave, and the front waves would die on the beach.

There are people who cheat in the ratio of the top ten sons of Chang'an, and the plot ratio of abduction and trafficking of women has made many scholars angry, this time it is rare to be quiet, no one has interrupted the person in the middle to speak calmly, let the warm wind roll the bead curtain, and the dark fragrance floats and warms the pavilion.

"He asked me to compose a poem to him on the spot, and I thought that Young Master An appreciated the talent of the grass people, so I thought of a poem according to the title he gave." He Qingrang explained slowly, as calm as if he was stating an ordinary matter.

An Shangli heard that his heart was not good, and hurriedly retorted: "You villain with evil intentions, this is a false accusation of jealousy!"

"Why didn't you expose it early, and didn't say it later, but it was picked at this juncture, not what is ill-intentioned." With his hands around his chest, he raised his chin proudly: "Who doesn't know that this son is studying in Chang'an Academy, and he is already a talented person, why do you need a person with a white body to write for him, wouldn't it be a big joke in the world."

He Qingrang also did not refute in the face of everyone's suspicions, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he continued to explain with a skeptical and disdainful gaze: "Not only that, but he also told me that the ending of the third round has already been decided, let me not write too brilliant poems, otherwise I will be suppressed by the sons of various families." ”

"I believe in Young Master An's usual reputation, so I believe his rumors." He Qingrang seemed to regret it very much, "I never thought about ......it" shook his head and denied it, his eyes were red, and he knew that he had suffered a lot of grievances at a glance.

Before leaving, Lin Chaoge, who was sitting quietly in the box on the second floor drinking tea, saw the current situation, sneered, and had a little calculation in his heart, no wonder He Qing let the old man stare at her just now, she almost fell in love with her for others, and she really made herself amorous.

"Tsk, the fire is not big enough, my son has to be a good person to the end, send the Buddha to the west, and let this fire burn more vigorously." Lin Chaoge covered his mouth and smiled, waved his hand to let Su Man, who was also serving indoors, leave, and his white fingers finally moved the empty cup to play.

Now she remembers who this green-clothed boy is, He Qingrang, the future master of the horse, but he is blue-faced and has good knowledge, but he is too pedantic and upright and does not know how to be flexible, and in his previous life, it seems that he touched the interests of some people.

The first floor is noisy, even with the temperature is a few degrees hotter, the newly picked small yellow incense in the morning, the double petal jumping branch does not know when to quietly replace the single color of the single powder water, but this fire is not strong enough.

"What does Brother He mean, is this poem by Young Master An originally written by you?" Someone at the bottom appropriately added fuel to the fire.

He Qingrang Wen Yan looked up at him, and saw that it was a face, a face that he had never seen before, shook his head and smiled bitterly; "Yes. I thought it was a simple transaction, but I didn't think that it was the third round to find out that it was the third round of questions, so I was so stupid that I turned in the paper and reacted to it."

"Then what proof do you have that the poem was yours?" The man nodded when he heard this, he didn't say anything, the people below would make up for it, the evidence and anything were no longer important, the important thing was how to change public opinion.

"The master just said, the homework of the young master on weekdays is mediocre, at most it is just a first-class middle class, how can I hit the shit luck today, write such a masterpiece that is enough to be passed down for centuries, tsk tsk, it turned out to be plagiarism! Alas...... Sure enough, the dog can't change to eat. Zhang Ziquan, who is in the same class, didn't know how much the other party had, he was strange before, but now he finally showed his fox tail.

"Zhang Ziquan, don't talk nonsense." An Shang said sharply, not at all tolerant and calm. staring gloomily at people, the blue tendons on his forehead burst inch by inch.

"Why, to tell you the truth, you can't step on your villain's tail, and you can't be a thief." Zhang Ziquan was in a good mood, anyway, he and An Shangli were disgusted with each other.

"Shut up." There were too many things that happened today that he didn't have time to react, and his character naturally couldn't stand, and the worst restless brutes took the opportunity to fan the flames.

But what he didn't notice was that the people around him who alerted him in time every time he was angry or made a big move had not been reminded since he was angry just now.

After all, he is just a lowly minion, in An Shangli's heart, but what he doesn't know is that a slave is also a human being, and he also has joys, sorrows, seven emotions and six desires, and naturally has a tendency to be inflammatory.

"If it is evidence, the wealth around Young Master An is the best evidence, He has a clear conscience, and his heart can be learned." He Qingrang turned around and glared angrily; "Young Master An, although I took your money to compose poems for you, I just wanted to earn more money to support my family, but I never thought of cheating for others, deceiving students all over the world, and climbing on the bones of others." He Qingrang frowned and said; "This kind of thing is also uneasy to the conscience of the grass people, and it is ashamed of the way of a gentleman."

"You, you, you..." An Shang was so angry that he couldn't speak, his whole face turned purple red, and his eyes seemed to be eager to kill him on the spot. "Dog minion, what are you going to do!" An Shangli secretly kicked the person behind him like a vent, lowered his voice, and said in a dumb voice; "Hurry up and figure it out."

"Hui Gongzi, today's matter, I'm afraid there is a bit of suspense." The man still bowed his head respectfully, and the place where his leg was kicked was faintly painful, and his body took a few steps back.

An Shangli suddenly vented again when he heard this, but there were still many people in the audience, and he didn't dare to make too many moves, thinking that today would be the day when he would be in the limelight and drag Lin Chaoge's cheap/person/person to hell, who would have thought that he would set himself on fire and dig his own grave. In the end, he fell into the target of public criticism, no, he would never allow it.

"Why do you have to admit what this young master hasn't done?" Even if I am in a hurry, I will not admit it first, but the matter has not yet reached the moment of certainty.

But his weak rebuttal happened to explain some problems, Ben's grades in the school were mediocre, why did he soar into the sky today, someone happened to break out, all kinds of coincidences, nothing more than coincidence.

"Young Master An." He Qingrang suddenly said respectfully: "Can you let your attendant confront me?" ”

An Shangli's heart trembled when he heard this, he is a dog slave who is heartfelt enough and a little clever, naturally he will not betray him, He Qing let this move be tantamount to asking for his own death, as long as the dog slave bites to death and does not admit it, this matter will turn the page, and he has his own way.

"Get out." An Shangli kicked the person behind him, exposing him to everyone's eyes.

"Fugui, you explain it to them well." There was a clear threat in An Shangli's deep tone: "Where did this poem come from?"

The thin man known as Fugui was half-masked, and he seemed to be not very accustomed to the gaze of everyone, and shrank back and lowered his head.

With this bow, the black cloth covering his face suddenly fell, revealing a rich face, with the appearance of a different Central Plains man in a foreign land, and the huge red imprint on the left side of his face. It seems to confirm his identity, a slave outside the country.

Seeing this, An Shangli cursed in a low voice, a little annoyed that the year is not good today, a slave is a slave, and he can't even do a little thing.

There was a burst of gasping sound all around, the Great Zhou Dynasty explicitly forbade the slave trade, captive domestic slaves, if not necessary, need to report to local officials, but there is a clear rule that it is not allowed to captive slaves outside the country, and if the circumstances are serious, they can be planned as treason and collaborators.

An Shangli seemed to understand what these people were thinking, so he explained: "Fugui was secretly sold before, but it was my father who saved him, and he has been with me since then, and the government has already reported it. ”

It seems that the explanation proves that he did not trade slaves, but generally the larger rich and noble families will keep one or two small slaves in captivity, which is not surprising, not to mention that An Shangli explained that he had reported to the government.

"Fugui, this is the silver tael you gave me, and I will return it to you." He Qingrang took out the apricot-colored embroidered money and copper leaf money bag and threw it on the ground, the money bag spread out, and the silver inside fell everywhere, one of the silver tickets was bright and swaying, and it was dazzling and eye-catching with the three bright and sparkling characters of Anguo Mansion.

"It's not for you that I gave you." Fugui raised a hideous face and replied expressionlessly.

An Shangli had a moment of pride, he was a minion, he was really loyal, but he was flustered for no reason, he always thought that this matter was not simple, and there was a faint move waiting for him.

But in the next moment, his hunch was verified.

"This is given to you by my master, so naturally it is yours." Fugui is still expressionless. Leaned over and picked up the black cloth and covered it again, picked up the silver scattered on the ground, raised his hand and stuffed it back.

"Rich?!" An Shangli was shocked and angry, his anger burned red with what little reason he had left, and his upper and lower tooth sockets grinded and gurgled.

Although He Qingrang was strange, he still caught the silver and said, "You admitted it indirectly?" ”

"Hmm." Fugui admitted without the slightest hesitation, his head hanging and staring at the ground, as if he would say another inconsequential matter.

An Shangli felt that he was really going crazy, nothing was going well today, if it weren't for Zhu Yan who was kicked and broke his ribs two days ago and was in a coma, how could he let this dog slave buy poems in public today, now it's okay, lift a stone and shoot himself in the foot.

And even Fugui, a slave who has always followed him like a dog, dared to betray him, knowing that he would be ruthless that day, phew, eat things inside and out, and see if Lao Tzu goes back and doesn't kill you.

"You dog minion, were you secretly bribed and took the opportunity to frame your master? said, this time is Lin Chaoge or Zhang Ziquan, that idiot" An Shangli was confused, and his brain suddenly became angry.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was correct, An Shangli raised his foot and kicked in the direction of Fugui, but he dodged it, and a breath of anger stuck in his chest could not go up or down.