Wei Qingqing said and suddenly walked in front of Cao Yujiao, and threw the blue booklet in his hand and Wei Xiangxiang's poetry collection on her together, "This is the original book, this is the poetry collection written by Wei Xiangxiang, please open your fiery eyes and take a good look, who is the shameless person who steals people's poems!" ”

Meng Jiang and the others were shocked when they heard Wei Qingqing's words, and then they all gathered around Cao Yujiao, vying to compare the poems in the two booklets.

Wei Qingqing took advantage of everyone's comparison and said loudly to the other side of the screen: "Master Meng, it seems that you are in charge of your business, then I will recite the similar verses in the original book and the pseudo-book, please judge which is lower or higher!" ”

Meng Dalang didn't seem to expect Wei Qingqing to be so bold and dare to call him by name directly, and was silent for a moment before bowing his hand to the shadow behind the screen, "Miss Wei, please say, I will definitely discuss the two poems fairly and justly." ”

It turned out that the blue book sent to Wei Qingqing by the green-clothed maid before was also a poetry collection, and the poetry collection also contained the ten poems that appeared in Wei Qingqing's dream, and even other poems in Wei Xiangxiang's poetry collection, which were also in the blue poetry collection!

Why did Wei Qingqing know that Wei Xiangxiang was the one who plagiarized when he looked at the blue booklet?

It turned out that the blue booklet sent by the green-clothed maid not only had complete verses on it, but also each poem was accompanied by annotations, clearly writing the source of the poem, the mood of the scene when the poet wrote the poem, the meaning of the whole poem, and so on!

Wei Qingqing had already carefully compared the blue poetry collection with Wei Xiangxiang's poetry collection, and found that in addition to the exact same poems, there were many poems with only the first two or the last two sentences being the same.

She picked out all such poems with only two identical sentences, and at this time she even chose a poem "Cold Food" to recite: "Flowers fly everywhere in the Spring City, and the cold food is the east wind and the willow slope." Candles were passed in the Han Palace at dusk, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the five marquis. ”

"Wonderful!"

"This is a work that awakens the world!"

"The artistic conception is far-reaching, which is beyond my reach!"

Wei Qingqing finished reciting the song "Cold Food", and the young master on the other side of the screen was full of praise for his talent.

Wei Qingqing smiled slightly, and said: "Please listen to the second song: flowers fly everywhere in the city, and the cold food east wind and willow slope." The tears of the beauty under the green silk silk are sacrificed to the relatives and want to break the soul. ”

"Although this poem is also well written, the idea is a little worse."

"The artistic conception is also a little worse."

"The last two sentences have been changed, and the meaning of irony and warning to the world has disappeared."

Meng Dalang carefully tasted the two poems "Cold Food" before and after, and commented carefully: "Miss Wei, although the two poems are written about the Cold Food Festival, only the last two sentences are different, but the artistic conception is much worse......"

"The former talks about the prohibition of cold food and fire, except for the palace, no family can light a fire and light a lamp, but the powerful ministers can make an exception to light candles, and use poetry to make a euphemistic satire on the corrupt wind of the previous dynasty, which has the meaning of warning the world!"

Although the latter also talked about the prohibition of cold food and fire, the last two sentences turned sharply, focusing on writing about the beauty and thinking of the old family, which was a little more like the little daughter's boudoir and a little less meaning...... Which of the two poems is lower or higher, everyone has already had an opinion, so I don't need to say more. ”

Wei Qingqing couldn't let Meng Dalang say so vaguely, and asked without giving an inch: "So, Meng Dagongzi and other princes think that the first poem is slightly better, right?" ”

Everyone answered "yes".

Wei Qingqing nodded with satisfaction and said, "The first poem is from the original book. The second poem was written by Wei Xiangxiang along the first two sentences, because the poetry collection she stole was a fragment, and there was no last two sentences of "Cold Food" in it, so she could only make up for it herself. ”

"What can be made up is made up after all, and it is always a little less original than the original text. After all, poetry can be copied and imitated, but the situation in which a poet writes a poem cannot be imitated by anyone. ”

Wei Qingqing's sharp comments made everyone admire, and it also made Wei Xiangxiang's face even more ugly.

"Does this slap hurt?" Wei Qingqing deliberately learned from Wei Xiangxiang, even if she ridiculed her with words, she smiled and put on a kind and kind appearance, "You have to hold back, I haven't finished the fight yet!" ”

After Wei Qingqing finished Wei Xiangxiang, he then said to Meng Dalang and others: "If you only rely on this poem "Cold Food", it is a bit ......far-fetched to say that Wei Xiangxiang copied the poems of others and changed them as her own work."

"However, there are many poems like "Cold Food" in Wei Xiangxiang's poetry collection, which is enough to prove that Wei Xiangxiang stole other people's poems for her own use!" Wei Qingqing said and took back the two poetry books, read out all the poems with similar verses in them, and generously invited everyone to taste them.

Everyone listened to it a lot, and gradually tasted something wrong - many poems were included in the original book in Wei Qingqing's mouth, which made people feel better!

And compared with each other, the poems in Wei Xiangxiang's poetry collection gradually make people feel that some of the poems are slightly abrupt, and the connection is a little less natural.

Wei Qingqing quickly guessed everyone's questions, and explained intimately: "The original book in my hand was incomplete at the earliest, either this one is missing two sentences or that one is missing three sentences, I ...... It took a lot of effort for a friend to make up for it. ”

Wei Qingqing called the man in black who secretly sent the poetry collection to her "friend", and deduced the rest of the truth through various signs - she should have been writing the poetry collection in her dream, from ten to twenty to fifty.

It's just that after so many years, she still can't remember some verses, so she leaves the places she can't remember empty for the time being according to the old rules.

When she returned to Jianningbo's Mansion, she naturally brought back the mutilated poetry collection, and then it was stolen by Wei Xiangxiang, and then there was the so-called poetry collection written by Wei Xiangxiang.

Wei Qingqing clarified her thoughts, and put Wei Xiangxiang's face in a much neat way, "Wei Xiangxiang tried her best to steal the remnants and supplement the poems, and then shamelessly printed all the poems as her own works and published them as a poetry collection - but half of it is also a copy!" ”

"Nope! Even if your whole poem doesn't have the same words as the original, but you use the original idea, then it can be regarded as copying! ”

Wei Qingqing's slap slapped Wei Xiangxiang in the face one after another, shattering her character as "the first talented woman in the capital", and everyone cast disdainful glances at her, and the wind turned around, and all the previous sarcastic words of Wei Qingqing greeted her......

"Stealing people's hearts, and having the face to say that she is a talented girl?"

"What 'the first talented woman in the capital'? It's almost the same to call her 'the first girl in the capital'! ”

"Seeing that she is usually very timid, she will show timidity when others talk loudly, but I didn't expect it to be pretended! If she is really cowardly and dares to steal other people's poetry collections? Still shameless to keep it for yourself? I don't think she's timid, she's too bold! ”

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