Zhao Lingxi ignored Meng Dalang's words, and only suddenly untied the jade pendant on his body, and threw it on the ground with a "clang", his pale face had a look of disgust, "I don't know when I actually stained the blood of the prisoner, and wasted such a good piece of jade in vain." ”

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at the jade pendant on the ground, and saw that there were mottled blood stains on the white jade pendant......

The dark red blood stains were very dazzling in the snow, as if they were silently telling the cruel methods of Jinyiwei to torture the living, which made everyone present fearful.

After Zhao Lingxi used a blood-stained jade pendant to scare everyone, he answered Meng Dalang's previous question unhurriedly, "How to prove that it was Jinyiwei's means, you don't need to know. ”

Meng Dalang wanted to speak again, but was interrupted by his sister Meng Jiang first, "Lord Zhao's words represent Jinyiwei, we naturally believe it!" And if Miss Wei Qi can copy it once, then it is difficult to guarantee that she will not copy it a second time......"

Meng Jiang didn't want to offend Zhao Lingxi, so he quickly found some words that echoed him, "I think that the little poem "Burial Plum Map" was there before today's competition, but it was copied by Miss Wei Qi, and it was written in the letter to let Miss Shen Shiyi know, which will lead to today's farce." ”

Meng Jiangyan said that at this point, Wei Xiangxiang's plagiarism is a foregone conclusion, and smart people will not mention it again.

Wei Qingqing spoke out at the right time, word by word, and said clearly: "Although the matter is over, I still have to say two words solemnly-although I am only shallow, I have the ability to collect poems." ”

"Therefore, whether it is the small poem on the "Burial Plum Map" or the poem on this blue booklet, it is not written by me!"

"They are not the work of one person, but each has its own source and author, and please don't misunderstand them, and treat them as my masterpieces."

"Whether it is a poem or an excerpt from a book, it is written by others who have worked hard and stayed up late to light the lamp, so I hate those who do not work hard and copy other people's hard work in my life!"

Wei Qingqing said and his gaze lightly fell on Wei Xiangxiang's face, and his disdain was undisguised, "In the future, if I see a shameless person like Wei Xiangxiang, I will still meet one by one, and beat their faces so that they dare not see anyone!" ”

"Well said! Above board, right and wrong! Wei Qingqing's voice fell, and someone immediately cheered for her!

Wei Xiangxiang felt a pain in her face when she heard it, as if those words had all turned into a big slap on her face, making her cheeks hurt hotly!

But she immediately felt that her face hurt even more, because there were so many people who responded to Wei Qingqing's declaration......

"It's time to strip off the skin of those shameless thieves who steal the hearts and minds of others, so that they have nothing to hide!"

There are even people who swear on the spot, "I Zhang Sheng swear here, I will never steal a word, a sentence or an article from others in this life, if you quote other people's words, you must indicate the source, and never take other people's works as your own!" ”

Even Meng Dalang was very approving, "Writing poems and writing articles is my own business, how can I rely on others?" ”

Everyone spoke out one after another to crusade against the plagiarists, which made Zhao Lingxi very impatient when he heard it, and threw out a sentence with pity, "It's all gone." ”

Everyone was silent for a while, and they glanced at the blood-stained jade pendant on the ground with tacit understanding, and then began to scramble to say goodbye, and after a while, most of the men and women dispersed.

Before Wei Qingqing could move, he was stopped by Zhao Lingxi.

Zhao Lingxi is not one of Meng Dalang's gentle, polite young masters, he did not shy away from facing Wei Qingqing, sat down in front of her, and unfolded a painting he brought to Wei Qingqing.

As the scroll unfolded little by little, Wei Qingqing's face gradually appeared with a look of shock - the painting brought by Zhao Lingxi was exactly the same as the "Plum Burial Picture" she painted!

She was a little reluctant to give up, and quickly compared "Burial Plum Picture", but found that not only the brushwork and brushing habits were the same, but even the details of the painting were exactly the same!

"Why is this happening?" Wei Qingqing's lips trembled, and she pointed to the two identical paintings in disbelief, "This one of mine was painted by me one stroke before, what about yours?" Who painted it? ”

"yes, why do you think that's happening?" Zhao Lingxi's palm gently stroked the picture and landed on the shadow in the depths of Merlin, "This painting of mine is painted by Yawen, and the small poem on the painting is mentioned by me myself, and the two people in the painting are also me and her,......"

"She decided to enter the palace that day, and we said goodbye in Merlin," Zhao Lingxi's voice was slightly astringent, and the melancholy in her eyes gradually deepened, "After she went back, she drew this picture with her memory and gave it to me as a thought." It's just that because I didn't shoot and paint on the spot, the scenery in the painting is somewhat different from the real scenery of Merlin......"

"In other words, even if you were with Merlin that day, you wouldn't be able to paint this picture that only exists in her mind!" Zhao Lingxi said and suddenly got up and approached Wei Qingqing, and asked word by word: "Tell me, why did you draw the exact same "Burial Plum Picture"?!" ”

"I ...... I don't know......" Wei Qingqing really doesn't know, she herself is still full of doubts!

"There is no third person in the world who knows about this painting! Say! How do you know? Zhao Lingxi was caught off guard and pinched Wei Qingqing's neck heavily, his pale face was full of anger, which was in stark contrast to his handsome and feminine facial features.

He was very emotional, as if he really wanted to strangle Wei Qingqing to death, and Wei Qingqing soon felt a little out of breath!

"I ...... I really don't know," Wei Qingqing said indiscriminately in a hurry: "That painting automatically came to my mind, maybe it was Xiao Gui...... Yawen once told me what was in the painting! ”

"Impossible!" Zhao Lingxi interrupted Wei Qingqing's words with red eyes, and asked Wei Qingqing like a crazy demon, "What about the penmanship?" Your penmanship is exactly the same as hers, how can this be explained? ”

"Ahem!!" Wei Qingqing felt a hot pain in her throat, as uncomfortable as being cut with a knife!

She was almost out of breath, but Zhao Lingxi didn't mean to let go at all as if she was crazy!

In order to save herself, she can only say her ridiculous guesses, "I sometimes think that I am her, she is me!" If that's the case, if you strangle me to death, you will let her die again!! Zhao Lingxi, be sober! Do you want her to die again? ”

Although Wei Qingqing's words were extremely absurd, they were like a sharp dagger plunging straight into Zhao Lingxi's heart, stabbing him with blood!

He finally let go of Wei Qingqing's neck and muttered to himself as if crazy: "She's dead? Is she really dead? Is there really a reincarnation in this world? ”

"Resurrection ......"

"Reincarnated ......"

./38_

.。 m.