Waiting? Wait for his old face to be gone, and he doesn't know where to go?

Although Jiang Congwen was angry in his heart, he didn't know the situation first, and secondly, there were so many people watching, if the exit was stopped at this time, everyone would spread the rumors at that time, and they didn't know how ugly it would be.

Thinking of this, he could only endure and continue to watch Jiang Yu and Jiang Wan arguing.

Jiang Yu smiled and said, "Sister, what you do is really chilling for my sister." ”

Hearing her words, Wang Rubi on the side couldn't stand it anymore, stood up and said to Jiang Yu: "Miss, what do you mean by this, is Wan'er stealing your poem?" But we Wan'er have been reading poetry books since childhood, and it is easy to make poems like this, not to mention, what evidence do you have to prove that Wan'er stole your poems, not that you stole Wan'er's poems? ”

When Jiang Wan heard this, the corners of her lips couldn't help but hook up a smile, winked at Wang Rubi, and echoed: "That's it, sister, you said don't wronged good people, if you have the ability, you can come up with evidence." ”

Everyone present listened to it for so long, and they also knew what was going on, the eldest lady and the second lady of the Hou Mansion brought this poem to the gifts, but the two of them argued over who wrote this poem.

This also shows that one of the two of them is lying, but who it is, I am afraid that only that person knows in his heart.

The people present were very curious, and they all looked at Jiang Yu, wondering if she could come up with evidence, if not, then it would not mean that the poem was written by her.

Jiang Yu smiled faintly and said calmly: "The evidence is naturally there, but before I come up with the evidence, I want to ask my sister a question." ”

Hearing her say that there was evidence to prove it, Jiang Wan's heart was even more panicked.

But after thinking about it, maybe Jiang Yu said it on purpose, in order to let her show her feet so that she could force herself to admit it.

Jiang Wan took a deep breath, calmed down and said, "What's the problem?" ”

"Since you said that this poem was written by you, then when my sister wrote this poem, it must have its meaning, then I want to ask my sister, what is the meaning of this poem?" Jiang Yu asked.

Hearing this, Jiang Wan couldn't help but be a little confused, she just thought that this poem was good, and she wanted to embarrass Jiang Yu, so she dedicated this poem.

But this poem was not made by her, how could she know the meaning of it?

Seeing Jiang Wan's hesitation, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at her.

At this time, Wang Rubi stood up and said: "This poem is just a temporary rise of Wan'er, didn't the eldest lady just say, is this poem yours?" Why don't you tell us about the implications? ”

Jiang Yu smiled and asked, "Does my aunt really want to listen?" ”

Jiang Wan didn't tell Wang Rubi that this poem was written by Jiang Yu, so Wang Rubi was still willing to favor her daughter, but looking at Jiang Yu's confident look, she couldn't help but retreat.

When she hesitated, the people on the side coaxed: "I said Miss, you just say it, don't sell it!" ”

"That being the case, then you can listen well, this poem is my epiphany when I took care of the flowers and plants that day, taking Chunlan and Qiugui as an example, pointing out the infinite vitality and elegant and noble characteristics of the two, Langui is full of vitality but low-key quality, which is actually no different from the truth of life." Jiang Yu smiled on her lips, not arrogant or impatient, and spoke eloquently.

Hearing this, everyone nodded one after another, and Jiang Yu's explanation was completely consistent with the poem.

Then, some people had already set their eyes on Jiang Wan, either sneering or despising.

Jiang Wan couldn't stand these ridicules, her eyes were red, and she pointed at Jiang Yu and said, "This is obviously what I said before, but I didn't expect it to be listened to by my sister, sister, how can you slander me like this?" ”

Jiang Yu sighed, shook her head helplessly, and couldn't help but mock in her heart: "This person's skin is really thick enough, he has reached this point, he is still dying, he really doesn't go into the coffin and doesn't cry." ”

"Since my sister is so talented, then I might as well tell my sister that this poem is actually incomplete, I only embroidered the first four sentences, and there are four more sentences behind it, if my sister is right, then I will apologize to my sister!" Jiang Yu stared at Jiang Wan unsmoothly, with a few chills in her eyes.

It's a good idea!

There were some people around who agreed with Jiang Yu's idea.

Hearing this, Jiang Wan was suddenly in a mess, where would she do any poetry? Isn't this deliberately forcing her?

But things have come to this point, if she doesn't continue, she will be ridiculed by everyone, and when the time comes, she won't have to be a human being.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wan thought desperately in her mind, while looking around to see if there was anything that could give her some inspiration.

It took a long time for Jiang Wan to put together the last four lines of poems, but everyone shook their heads after hearing them, which was obviously too different from the previous four lines of poems.

Seeing everyone's denial of herself, Jiang Wan became more and more panicked, she bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes were a little sour, her hands hanging down her side were clenched tightly, and her body was trembling slightly because of fear.

"Miss Jiang, since these two young ladies have already tried, shouldn't you also come again?" A man looked at Jiang Yu expectantly and said.

Jiang Yu smiled, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, the material of this handkerchief was exactly the same as the material in Jiang Shiwen's hand, she handed the handkerchief to Jiang Shiwen, Jiang Shiwen looked at it, shook his head with a smile, and then displayed the handkerchief in front of everyone, and those who were close could see that the square handkerchief was still embroidered with four lines of poetry:

"Who knows that those who live in the forest will sit and enjoy each other when they hear the wind. Plants and trees have their own hearts, why ask for beauty to fold. ”

"This ...... Wonderful, wonderful! ”

I only heard a man shouting nearby, and the others also came up, and after seeing it clearly, they all shook their heads and sighed, "It's rare for Miss Jiang to have such talent and mind." ”

"Tut-tut, a woman's poems can be like this, it's really embarrassing!"

"It seems that the original work of this poem is Miss Jiang, admire, admire!"

Hearing that someone said this, everyone turned their eyes to Jiang Wan again, accusing, disdainful, and pitiful...... Jiang Wan took a few steps back with a panicked expression, "It's not like this, it's not like this......"

"Wait!"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see that in the crowd, a middle-aged man was holding Jiang Wan's fan in his hand, pointing to the fan with a serious face and saying, "Look here!" ”

A few people close to him leaned over, not understanding what he meant, so they asked, "Here?" Is there anything wrong here? ”

"yes, isn't it just a few flowers? What's so weird? The other said dismissively.

"It's not!" The middle-aged man was a little anxious, he pointed to the flowers on the fan and said, "Look, are there some differences under these flowers?" ”

A group of people watched for a long time, but they couldn't see the reason, and suddenly one of them said, "You mean, this is the technique of stacking flowers?" ”

Hearing this, the crowd was in a commotion again.

Some people know the meaning of stacking flowers, while others don't.

"No, what do you mean by stacked flowers?" One of the people in the crowd said dissatisfied.

The middle-aged man was not annoyed, and said slowly: "The so-called stacked flowers are the shape of another flower outlined under one flower, looming, looking like two flowers stacked together. And the skill of this stack of flowers, in the whole capital, only one person knows! ”

Speaking of this, the man stopped, wanting to sell everyone a pass, but the others didn't buy it, and he didn't say it halfway through, didn't it obviously hang people's appetites? The rain and snow urged:

"Who?"

"Can you not breathe less?"

"No, can't you say it directly? I'm almost suffocating to death! ”

“……”

The middle-aged man was said to have lost his temper, laughed dryly, and said, "That person is the most famous painter in the whole capital, Xue Lao!" This is his usual style of painting, and those who know him know that they have been painting like this for decades. ”

"So what do you mean...... This painting ......"

The other person spoke, looking at Jiang Wan hesitantly as he spoke.

Needless to say, everyone understands.

Someone couldn't help sneering, "Dare to give such a gift, but it turned out that it was all borrowed flowers to offer Buddha?" ”

The crowd whispered, covering their mouths and snickering.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Jiang Congwen slapped the table and got up, startling everyone, with a gloomy face, and said to Wang Rubi beside him: "What are you doing in a daze?" Why don't you hurry up and bring your good daughter back? ”

Wang Rubi was also taken aback, but at this time, seeing Jiang Congwen's appearance and the pointing at Jiang Wan from everyone present, she really didn't want to stay any longer.

She got up and saluted Jiang Congwen, and after saying hello to Jiang Shiwen, she quickened her pace and walked towards Jiang Wan, took her hand, and said, "Go back with my mother!" ”

Jiang Wan was stunned and let Wang Rubi pull her away, at this time she was already in tears, and she was embarrassed.

As soon as they turned around, someone stepped forward to toast Jiang Yu and sighed: "Miss Jiang is very talented and talented, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing, hey......"

"This son is falsely praised, my sister is still young, and she doesn't understand many things, she must be confused this time, and I hope you don't take this matter to heart!" After saying that, he gave the man a glass and drank all the wine in the cup.

Jiang Wan hadn't gone far before she heard their conversation, she held back the hatred in her heart, her hands clenched tightly, her long nails almost embedded in her palms, and there were bursts of pain.

With red eyes, she squeezed out a few words from between her teeth, "Fake!" ”

Seeing her like this, Wang Rubi couldn't bear to blame her for not telling the truth to herself, sighed, and comforted in a low voice: "Don't think too much, the coming days will be long, and one day she will be planted in our hands." ”

But where can Jiang Wan listen to these now, her mind is full of those people's words mocking her, and those people's disdainful eyes......