There was a sudden silence on the field. Everyone's eyes looked at Su Wanmiao, as if they were curious about how she would answer.

After all, since a poem has been written, in addition to being able to travel back through time and space to see the author write it with his own eyes, it is natural to recognize the first person who came out of this poem as a poet.

What's more, if such a good poem was written, it should have been circulated long ago, so how could it be buried to this day?

But at this moment, the few scholars who stood up obviously had the bad idea that if they couldn't be famous, they would also drag others into the water. Anyway, there is no way to testify, and there is no signature on the paper, so naturally it is said casually.

In their minds, even if it was really Du Bai's skillful hand, it was just an occasional get. How can such a good sentence be written casually? Now as long as you insist on not admitting it, there is naturally no way to prove it!

However, they were blinded by jealousy for a while, obviously not realizing that this kind of practice would only leave a bad impression on Xu Lao. So more scholars stood in the back and watched with interest as things unfolded.

However, at this moment, a crisp string plucking sound suddenly sounded, even if it was only one, but it was melodious, as if a drop of clear water fell into the spring pool, making the originally somewhat noisy space slowly quiet.

Many people subconsciously turned their heads to look, but they were a little surprised to see the right fingertips of the Oiran Yuening girl who was resting on the side slowly lifted from the piano, and her moon-like eyes swept over all the talents present, and a faint smile appeared on her delicate and beautiful face, and her red lips were slightly opened.

"The concubine can testify."

"That poem should be written by Du Bai Du Gongzi."

"Miss Yuening, you!"

The scholars who came forward couldn't help but be shocked when they heard this.

They thought of many possibilities, but they never expected that it was the Oiran who suddenly stood up and testified that it was the Oiran who they thought had nothing to do with Du Bai at all!

"It turned out to be Oiran to testify?"

"Why did she help that Du Bai?"

"Could it be that the poem was really written by the son-in-law?"

Everyone couldn't help but whisper and talk, their eyes full of surprise.

And Su Wanmiao, who was on the second floor, didn't expect that she would stand up at this time, and she couldn't help but look a little complicated.

"Even if you testify, Miss Yuening, you have to come up with evidence!" The scholar's face was a little ugly, and he snorted coldly.

Originally, after he came here, he saw the stunning appearance of this oiran and fell in love, and wondered if he could write excellent poems to get the favor of the other party. However, now the trend of events seems to be going the other way, which naturally makes him angry in his heart!

"That's natural." Yue Ning nodded and continued, "The concubine and Nadu Gongzi also met due to some coincidences, and they know very well that his personality and literary talent are absolutely good. If the poem just now is someone else, it may be a little suspicious, but if it is written by Du Gongzi, the concubine believes it. ”

"If you don't believe it, the concubine happens to have a passage on her body that Du Gongzi gave to the concubine. Although it is only random and incomplete, its Chinese collection is also outstanding, and it can be used as supporting evidence. ”

She handed over a piece of paper to the maid on the side, who handed it over to Xu Lao and the others to read.

"Anything else?"

The few people who were still clamoring to shake the evidence just now were suddenly a little shocked, this was a situation they hadn't expected at all! It turns out that that poem is already so rare, could it be that there is another one that can be compared?!

When the paper was sent into Xu Lao's hand, he gently opened the paper that was folded quite neatly and with a faint fragrance, and some curious eyes fell on the pen and ink on the paper.

"Tsk...... This article is indeed well written. The county commander is also a person of merit, and he is quite appreciative, but he didn't expect that there would be such a talented man under his rule!

From this point of view, it must be good to be able to write such an article. Is that poem really written by Du Bai? ”

"That's it." Xu Lao nodded slightly, handed the paper to the little guy, and he sang it to the many literati who had been looking forward to it outside and were curious about what kind of article it was.

"Its form is also ......"

“…… The scorching hibiscus produces green waves......"

The little guy was depressed and frustrated, and many of the literati below were also fascinated, as if they were intoxicated, even the people who shouted the most at the beginning also opened their mouths in disbelief at this moment, but they never said a word more.

As the little girl thought about it, many scholars were still immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves, and even more so, they continued to savor the beauty of the words and sentences, and soon realized with some despair that it was a height that they could hardly reach in their lifetime!

Such sentences...... Such sentences ......"

Some people have become depressed, and some people have bright eyes and different complexions, which is quite wonderful.

If the person who wrote such sentences is himself, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has left a name in history! is just a little-known little son-in-law in the past, which is a little unacceptable!

After listening quietly, Yue Ning looked at the scholars who were still shouting for evidence before: "What do you think?" Is this evidence satisfactory? ”

"This ......"

Those few people suddenly turned a little red, and they were speechless for a while, and they vaguely heard the snickering sound around them, and they were even more eager to find a hole to get in and never come out.

After all, this poem and this paragraph are so beautiful in terms of words and ideas, they may not be able to achieve them in their lifetime, and it is quite difficult to divide them from each other. Complementing each other, it seems natural that someone who can write such beautiful sentences should write the previous poem!

In contrast, they themselves have become a laughing stock in the eyes of others, embarrassed and stupid!

Extremely ashamed and indignant, those few people threw off their sleeves and left one after another, they were shameless to stay here anymore.

Looking at the backs of those people who left in a hurry, Yue Ning smiled even more, and there was a little cunning in her eyes. It's just that at this moment, she seemed to notice a special gaze, and subconsciously raised her head, just in time to meet Su Wanmiao's somewhat complicated eyes on the second floor, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The two looked at each other for a moment, as if a thousand words were in this eye contact, and no one else knew.

The first to look away was Yue Ning, who retracted her gaze for some reason, pretending to be calm and reached out and gently brushed the surface of the piano, as if she was rubbing the dust that did not exist on the already spotless surface, and did not dare to look up again.

In a trance, it was as if the concubine whose husband had an affair was accidentally caught red-handed by his wife.

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