Wang Fulin thought that he didn't know anything about Bagu, so he didn't care about the literary name, but that time Qiu Feng's move in Xin'anmen, he had such a reputation on his back, and he felt angry and funny when he thought about it. At this moment, in the face of such a severe accusation, he glanced at Qiu Feng casually, but saw that he was lowering his head, and his whole person seemed to be trembling. Thinking of today's high-end scholar, he insisted on asking to come over, and changed into this straight shirt with extraordinary materials and workmanship, he couldn't help but pick the corners of his mouth, and then asked lightly: "Qiu Feng, this old gentleman said that the poem was made by you, you can make it clear yourself." ”

At this moment, there was silence above the third floor. Everyone was shocked by Chen Tianxiang's extremely harsh accusation, and even people who were quite familiar with Wang Fulin, such as Cheng Naixuan and Cheng Kui, couldn't help but show worried expressions. Jinbao, who was blocked by Wang Fulin, was even more surprised and shocked, when he saw Qiu Feng biting his lip tightly and not saying a word, even the faces of Master Li and Ye Xiaopang changed slightly, he finally couldn't help it, and suddenly dodged in front of Wang Fulin.

"Of course my dad did it! After my father came back from Xin'anmen that day, he asked me to copy it......"

Chen Tianxiang would let Jinbao stir up the situation, and immediately shouted: "Shut up, you and him are close relatives of father and son, and they are close to each other, how can you testify!" ”

Ever since someone put that temptation in front of him yesterday, Qiu Feng has been struggling and hesitating, and he couldn't close his eyes all night last night. At this moment, when he heard Jinbao defend Wang Fulin like this, he thought of the days that had followed Wang Fulin these days, thought of Wang Fulin facing a series of incidents, but his wrist was light and the pile was leveled, and he thought that his deed of sale was still in the hands of others, and the words of the previous person sounded good, as if he had paved a golden avenue in front of him, but if he wanted to achieve it, it was as difficult as climbing to the sky, and the fragile balance in his chest finally deflected.

He took a deep breath, then knelt down, kowtowed and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the villain really likes to read since he was a child, and because his family is poor, he has to do chores in the school palace, and the so-called free time to learn to do poetry...... Yes, there is. ”

Chen Tianxiang was overjoyed at first, but the next moment, he was completely stunned.

"But when I saw off the great master in front of Xin'an Gate that day, that poem was indeed made by a petty official! At that time, the three layers inside and the outer three layers in front of the great grandmaster were all people, and the villain persuaded the petty officials to be more active, but the petty officials felt that they should not compete with others at the end of the test, so they refused to come forward. The villain is utilitarian, so he continued to persuade Li Du on the grounds that he would break his eyebrows and bend his waist in his lifetime, but the little official chanted such a poem with emotion for a while, and then saw that the poem in front of him was not finished for a long time before he went out. The little official didn't show his mind at that time, it was the villain who was called by the great grandmaster and didn't make fun of others, so he groaned out of righteous indignation for a while! ”

Speaking of this, Qiu Feng kowtowed again: "If what the villain said is even the slightest false, the discipline sky will thunder!" ”

"Good!" At this time, Cheng Naixuan finally came back to his senses, blurted out a good word, and then raised his arms and shouted, "Please also ask the Fuzun County Zun and all the old gentlemen to give Brother Wang Xian justice!" ”

Chen Tianxiang froze completely. He stared at Qiu Feng who was still kneeling on the ground in disbelief, and heard the coaxing of the students around him, he only felt that the green tendons on his forehead were all bursting high, and his heart seemed to be about to burst with anger. He couldn't believe that such a little scholar, who had sworn to him that he would definitely turn against him, would stab himself at such a critical moment.

You must know that as long as Qiu Feng admits that this poem was written by himself, he will undoubtedly win countless sympathies and mercy in the future, not only can he get rid of his servants, but also have a good future!

So why did he do it? Or rather, who forced him?

Chen Tianxiang tried his best to get rid of the hustle and bustle, stared at Qiu Feng and asked sharply, "Have you thought clearly!" If you are poor and studious, and you can have such a talent, I can redeem you in any academy in Huizhou Mansion and recommend you to go! If you are still obsessed, you can only be humble and lowly in this life, and be a cow and a horse for others! If someone forces you, it's too late to make it clear! ”

Qiu Feng's head was pressed against the ground, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell to the ground little by little, and when he heard such words at this moment, he even felt as if the blood all over his body had rushed to his head. He wanted to raise his head and shout, I made this poem, but he was a person who had read books, since he had the righteousness of a master and servant, and Wang Fulin had never treated him harshly, how could he do something against his conscience because of that ethereal promise? Moreover, if he does such a thing, after failure, the world is so big, is there still a place for him?

He grabbed the ground tightly with both hands, suddenly hit his head twice, and said in a jerky voice: "What the villain said, every word is true, and he has not been forced by anyone!" Even if the villain is from a poor family, and now he is a lowly, at least he doesn't dare to betray his conscience and talk nonsense with his eyes open! That poem wasn't made by a villain! ”

Wang Fulin couldn't help but smile when he looked at the little scholar next to him who was bright but prostrate on the floor. He slowly squatted down, and then pulled Qiu Feng up by his arm, and then said: "People live for a lifetime, they are worthy of the sky, and they are not afraid of others." Congratulations on making it happen. Your deed of sale Cheng Master gave it to me, except for parents like Duan Fu Zun Ye Xianzun, others have nothing to do with you, and you don't need to kneel down and be respectful. ”

When he helped up Qiu Feng, who was stiff and couldn't help himself, pushed the person to Jinbao's side, and motioned to Jinbao to appease him, he didn't look at Chen Tianxiang, who was trembling with anger, and arched his hand to everyone at the main table and said: "Duan Fuzun, Ye Xianzun, and other adults, old man, it can be seen that many people are quite interested in the poem that sent off the great master in front of Xin'an Gate, so that Qiu Feng, a little scholar, is remembered. Presumably someone has spent so much effort, but now with such a result, it should be very unhappy. So, since everyone wants to know, I'm going to just tell you the truth. ”

Wang Fulin glanced at the pairs of concerned eyes around him, smiled and said, "This poem is indeed not made by Qiu Feng, but it can't be completely regarded as my doing." ”

Chen Tianxiang already felt that the whole person was on the verge of drowning, but when he heard this, he only felt that he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and the whole person seemed to be re-injected. The other guests on the third floor were in an uproar, especially Cheng Kui and the other students who were slightly familiar with Wang Fulin, who were even more surprised. Especially thinking that Wang Fulin did not admit that the poem was made by himself at that time, even Cheng Naixuan couldn't help but sweat for him. However, before Chen Tianxiang came back to his senses and criticized Wang Fulin, he saw this fourteen-year-old Xiaoxiu turn his head and wink at him meaningfully.

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