At this time, everyone listened to the words of the boy and read these two lines of poetry again, and they were indeed very similar.

"Besides, my poem was written in the eighteenth year of Taihe, that is, three years ago, and my seal was engraved on it, and now this poem by Yi Anju was only hung out a few days ago, which is a definite plagiarism." At this time, the boy took out the poem he wrote from his arms, and there was really a seal at the bottom, and it was indeed written in the eighteenth year of Taihe.

When Xie Qingyu saw this, he also had a trace of doubt in his heart, and sure enough, this person came prepared, and even took out the poem he wrote a few years ago, so he said that Yi Anju's poem was indeed suspected of plagiarism.

This was all in her expectation, the boy came prepared, and she also made some preparations today.

"May I ask who is the surname of this son, I don't know if I can borrow it to appreciate this poem." Xie Qingyu was very polite at the moment, and said to the son.

"Under the name of Zhou Yu, son, please." At this time, Zhou Yu looked at Xie Qingyu as if he really wanted to compare these two poems, and now that his poem had the year name and seal on it, he was naturally full of confidence, so he raised his hand and handed the poem to Xie Qingyu.

Xie Qingyu stretched out his hand to take the poem, and studied it carefully, Zhou Yu's poem was indeed stamped with a seal and a year name.

It's just that.

"Zhou Gongzi, your poem is written by He pen and ink, and there is a burst of fragrance the moment you pick it up, and this paper is also very light and thin, and it is light but not slippery, it is really a good paper."

Xie Qingyu did not appreciate the content of the poem, but talked about paper and ink, which surprised everyone, and even Mo Huaiyuan didn't know what Xie Qingyu was going to do.

"That's nature, good poetry is naturally with good paper and good ink, as far as that ink is concerned, I use high-quality pine smoke ink, and the paper also uses the rice paper of Hongxuan Pavilion, as for the fragrance is naturally the ink fragrance lasts for a long time." Zhou Yu heard Xie Qingyu actually ask about paper and ink, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed on his face, which was not the same as the rhetoric he had prepared before, so he had to play it himself.

"It was originally Hongxuan Pavilion's paper, I don't know if Zhou Gongzi used raw Xuan or cooked Xuan, I'll buy some next time." Xie Qingyu deliberately got close to that person, and wanted to buy the same paper to write, but at this time, this person didn't know that the poem that Yi Anju hung outside the door was from Xie Qingyu's handwriting, and he was very polite to Xie Qingyu.

"This is Shu Xuan." Zhou Yu thought that he had been using Shuxuan to write before, so he subconsciously said it.

"Zhou Gongzi, it's not a mistake, I think this paper looks like a raw announcement." Xie said as if he was teasing.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." The man seemed to be very ignorant of rice paper, and followed Xie Qingyu's words directly.

"Zhou Gongzi, I just took a closer look, this is Shu Xuan, why can't Zhou Gongzi believe himself?" Xie Qingyu looked at Zhou Yu and really fell into the trap he set for him, so he told the true texture of the rice paper.

Zhou Yu saw that Xie Qingyu seemed to be deliberately playing with himself, and he wanted to withdraw the poem when he landed.

It's just that Xie Qingyu is faster than his, and he looked at the poem and asked a question again.

"Zhou Gongzi also said that this ink is made of high-grade pine ink, but I know that three years ago, that is, during the eighteenth year of Taihe, there was almost no pine smoke ink on the market, and most of the graphite was used, as for the pine smoke ink was made of pine wood burned in Huizhou in the past two years, I don't know how Gongzi used this kind of ink three years ago?"

Xie Qingyu's tone was quite ordinary, but what he said was a question of what Zhou Gongzi had just said, which made everyone doubt the authenticity of the time when the poem was written.

"It's just that this person said something different from before?"

"Isn't this poem written by him?"

……

After listening to Xie Qingyu's words, everyone also had doubts about what Zhou Yu said, and began to question one after another, how could he say that there was no pine smoke and ink that had not been in the past three years, and there was a scholar who couldn't even tell the difference between raw Xuan and Shu Xuan.

Zhou Yu looked at the people who originally believed in him at this time, and immediately turned away after being asked a few words by Xie Qingyu, and there was even more resentment in his eyes when he looked at Xie Qingyu, but he thought of something when his eyes rolled.

"That's what I remembered, this is the graphite used in Shu Xuanxu, it's understandable that the time is too long ago to remember clearly." At this time, he had no choice, but he didn't expect that it was because of this small mistake that Xie Qingyu took advantage of the loophole.

Xie Qingyu looked at Zhou Yu, and knew in his heart that since this person dared to come to make trouble for a few days, he must not be the master who would admit it as soon as he pierced it, but it didn't matter, since he didn't admit it, he still had a trick.

"Since Gongzi Zhou said so, it is also possible, since Gongzi said that Yi Anju's poem was plagiarized, but Gongzi talked about the poems he wrote, how about I talk about Yi Anju's poems?"

"Who are you, and why should I obey the command of one of your children?" Zhou Yu also seemed to react, although this extraordinary-dressed little boy was calm on his face, he was here to oppose himself, how could he succeed?

"No, it is Mulian monk Liu Yao below, and the plagiarized poem that Gongzi said was written below." Xie Qingyu is also unambiguous, and frankly said that this poem was written by her, and now that the main person is in front of her, the two sides still don't compare with each other?

Gently handed the paper in his hand to Zhou Yu's hand, with a radiant confidence on his face, and Meiyu saw that there was a bookish atmosphere, although he was thin, but his back was extremely straight, and he seemed to have a proud spirit in it.

"Zhou Gongzi, compare me with him to support you, he copied it."

"Why is Mulian still a child! But people can't help but be suspicious. ”

"How can you doubt it, obviously this little boy still knows a lot of ink knowledge, but Zhou Yu doesn't know."

……

Everyone had a heated discussion, some because Xie Qingyu couldn't believe her at a young age, and some thought that Zhou Yu was indeed a little talented, and the supporters of the two sides were even more comparable for a while.

"Okay, I'll tell you about this poem." Zhou Yu is also difficult to ride a tiger now, who knows that Liu Yao will say let him tell poetry, the person before said the same thing to himself, let him play well, how is this good now.

Although his face was embarrassed, Zhou Yu still relied on his own understanding to say the whole poem, but he still focused more on the similarities between the two poems, and the content was based on the narration of the poem itself.

Everyone felt that there seemed to be some truth when they heard it, but they didn't believe it all, but they were looking forward to Xie Qingyu's story, and they all turned their heads to Xie Qingyu.

Because it was Xie Qingyu's previous Shangque to the shopkeeper Mo, it was not a complete poem, so she finished the whole poem at this time.

began to prepare to explain to everyone one by one, first of all, like Zhou Yu, he started from the meaning of the word, told the usage of each word here, and spoke a few words prominently.

Originally, everyone had already listened to Zhou Yu's explanation of the words before, and it was very boring, and they suddenly felt that this Liu Yao had no ink on his chest, and he couldn't listen to it in an instant.

Zhou Yu was still very proud when he noticed everyone's reactions at the moment, and he was embarrassed to say that this poem was written by you, and it was not the same as my teaching.

Xie Qingyu didn't care at the moment, and only then did he start talking about the artistic conception of the poem, from the beginning of the confluence of the three rivers to the distant wilderness in the distance, writing the magnificent scenery, but also full of high-spirited youthful ambition, during which the mood was even more joyful and cheerful.

After Xie Qingyu finished talking about his poems, he didn't stop, but talked about Zhou Yu's poems, most of which were miserable, sad and lonely.

Everyone was amazed after listening to it, they didn't expect that this boy would be familiar with the poems to such a depth at a young age, and listening to Xie Qingyu's narration, they all put their emotions into the two poems, and then they understood what poetry was!

Zhou Yu listened to Xie Qingyu's narration, and his eyes widened instantly, how could this kid know so much!

"So you understand, there is no similarity between the two poems, if you really want to plagiarize, it is nothing more than the same words, and Zhou Gongzi, I see that you are still young, if this poem is not forty or fifty years old, you will never write such affectionate verses, you are afraid that it was not stolen." After Xie Qingyu finished speaking the poem, he immediately spoke out, and his words became sharp.

At this time, everyone finally reacted after listening to Xie Qingyu's words, and blamed Zhou Yu, all of which were Zhou Yu's faults.

"Mulian Layman's poem is clearly not copied, what is the purpose of this person, and he dares to frame it."

"That's it, I'm afraid I'm jealous of the name of the Mulian monk, and this time I'll take the stolen poems to make up the numbers!"

"Send him to the government! Look at him and dare to steal. ”

……

At this time, Xie Qingyu walked to the side of the shopkeeper Mo, Zhou Yu saw that the plan was punctured at the moment, and he couldn't care about anything, so he had to smile awkwardly and turn around and want to leave, but seeing that the lively crowd was surrounding the door, he couldn't get out.

Mo Huaiyu even signaled to a few guys in the store, and stopped Zhou Yu's place when he landed.

"I framed the Mulian monk, and even made the Mulian monk saddled with the infamy of plagiarism, and now I am almost closed down for this easy to live here, and now you want to leave without saying a word?" Mo Huaiyuan saw that Zhou Yu was stopped, so he spoke.

Yi Anju, who was killed by this person, has no business for the past few days, and now he is exposed by Liu Yao and immediately wants to leave, what is the reason, is it really when he is Yi Anju who is bullied by everyone?

"Shopkeeper Mo, why don't you let Zhou Gongzi go first today, I don't think he did it on purpose." Xie said to Mo Huaiyuan with an indifferent expression, but he glanced at Mo Huaiyuan, Zhou Yu must be a plot, otherwise he would not come to the door of Yi'anju every day to make noise.

Mo Huaiyuan was also puzzled at the moment, what was going on, now that he had just restored his reputation to Yi Anju, this person was caught, how could he say that he would let it go? But I saw Xie Qingyu's unfathomable expression again.

"In that case, then you can go." Mo Huaiyuan understood the meaning of Xie Qingyu's rumor, so he spoke.

Zhou Yu hurriedly ran away, just took the poems like the prime minister and shouted at the door of Yi Anju, where could he have thought that he would go to the official mansion, and now that he stopped, Mo Huaiyuan's voice left immediately.

"Send someone after him and see where he ends up. Immediately report to the police. Xie Qingyu whispered again, and then Mo Huaiyuan understood what Xie Qingyu meant.

Hurriedly sent a guy from the store out, and everyone had dispersed at this time, and after clarifying the plagiarism incident, the customer flow slowly recovered.

Xie Qingyu sat in Yi'anju for a while, waiting for the final news to see if it was his guess.