Shen Wenjun saw that the time had come, so he took out the letter and showed it to Meng Jiang and the others to confirm that what he said was true, "Let's take a closer look at the letter, did Sister Xiangxiang mention in the letter that she had written a new little poem?" Let's take a look at the little poem in the letter, is it exactly the same as the inscription on "Funeral Plum Map"? ”

Meng Jiang and the others carefully read the letter and found that it was indeed as Shen Wenjun said.

However, Meng Jiang has always been a proper one, first relying on his familiarity with Wei Xiangxiang's handwriting, he carefully looked at the handwriting on the letter, "I have seen Wei Qi's handwriting a few times, and this letter is indeed her handwriting." ”

After she finished speaking, she ordered someone to take Wei Xiangxiang's poems and paintings from the previous office, and carefully compare them with the letter in front of everyone, "The two handwriting are from the same person!" ”

Wei Xiangxiang secretly exchanged glances with Shen Wenjun when she heard this, and the two of them were happy and proud in their hearts, and they both decided that this time Wei Qingqing would not be able to break the game they set up even if she had a long mouth!

It turned out that as soon as Wei Qingqing moved back to Jianningbo's Mansion, Wei Xiangxiang made up her mind to give her a dismissal no matter what, so that Wei Qingqing knew that the current Jianningbo Mansion was not what she, the daughter of Jianningbo's son first, said!

Therefore, from the moment Wei Xiangxiang took the initiative to give Wei Qingqing out of the yard, she had already begun to lay out - one moved in and one moved out, and the process of moving was mixed and chaotic, which just gave her an excuse to frame Wei Qingqing for stealing her newly written poems while in chaos.

Wei Xiangxiang was not in a hurry after burying the introduction, and waited until today's elegant gathering to join forces with her best friend Shen Wenjun - as long as she found a way to drag Wei Qingqing in to participate in the poetry and painting competition, no matter what paintings Wei Qingqing painted or what poems she inscribed, she had a way to make her ruined!

Why does Wei Xiangxiang have such confidence?

It turns out that she has another helper - Zhu Shanshan, the fifth girl of Zhu!

As early as when Wei Qingqing was still painting in the Octagonal Pavilion, the maid Sha Ren next to Zhu Shanshan quietly targeted her, so Wei Qingqing inscribed a small poem on the painting, and the small poem was quietly written down by Sha Ren.

This Zhu Shanshan has a skill that only her best friends know - as long as she has seen the handwriting, as long as she carefully thinks about it, she can imitate the handwriting and it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake!

In other words, Zhu Shanshan is good at imitating other people's handwriting, and she has never been recognized, and she has never shown this skill!

Therefore, as soon as Sha Ren got the small poem made by Wei Qingqing, Zhu Shanshan escaped to the wing room in the name of changing clothes, took pen and ink to imitate Wei Xiangxiang's handwriting and wrote the letter they wrote "a few days ago", in which Wei Qingqing's small poem was naturally written, and the small poem that Sha Ren secretly looked at became a new work written by Wei Xiangxiang himself.

After the letters and poems were written, Zhu Shanshan found another rough-edged paper to cover the handwriting to absorb ink, so that the handwriting could dry quickly, and finally sprinkled some gold dust, so that the letter could not be seen to have been written just now.

After Zhu Shanshan forged the evidence, she ordered Sharen to quietly hand it over to Shen Wenjun's maid, so that her fake letter became the evidence that the maid took from the Shen family, so that the unwarranted small poem that was stolen by Wei Qingqing when Wei Xiangxiang moved to the hospital appeared out of thin air, and Wei Qingqing couldn't explain it clearly even if she had a long mouth, so she could only admit the infamy of stealing other people's poems with grievances!

Wei Xiangxiang thought that this game was designed seamlessly, and she was very proud at the moment, but the guilt on her face was also very strong.

She deliberately grabbed Wei Qingqing's hand and apologized vigorously: "It's all my fault!" I didn't know that Sister Wenjun would memorize my little poems...... Sister Qingqing, hit me and scold me! ”

Wei Qingqing looked coldly at Wei Xiangxiang, who was good at singing and writing, and said with a smile: "Wei Xiangxiang, I know in my heart whether that poem was written by you or not, I advise you - don't be greedy for things that are not yours, otherwise after the matter is exposed, you will not be able to step down." ”

Wei Qingqing already had a countermeasure in her heart at this moment - she heard that Zhao Lingxi was also coming to participate in the Yaji today, but she really couldn't do it, so she thought of dragging him to this troubled water, and let Jinyiwei investigate this poetry lawsuit!

She has absolute confidence in Jinyiwei's ability, and she is sure that if anything related to that Xiao Guifei, Zhao Lingxi will definitely find a way to find out clearly!

Wei Qingqing's intuition told her that the emaciated figure standing under the plum tree in the painting was Zhao Lingxi nine times out of ten!

At this time, a slightly taller, somewhat heroic female voice suddenly sounded: "I hate those who dare to do it the most in my life!" Wei Qingqing, if you admit me generously, I may look down on you! It's a pity that you will only play tricks and quibble for yourself! You're only going to make me look down on you even more! Smack—"

Cao Yujiao ridiculed Wei Qingqing with her words, and threw a book of poems on Wei Qingqing, "Although I don't look down on Wei Xiangxiang's style of poetry, but she has published a collection of poems, so she has some real skills, and she must disdain to say that your poems are her poems!" ”

At this time, a coaxing voice suddenly appeared in the pile of sons on the other side of the screen, who had been pricking up their ears and paying attention to this lawsuit, "That's right, Miss Wei Qi is a person who has published a collection of poems, and she is a person with real talent and learning!" ”

Soon, there was a son who admired Wei Xiangxiang's talent to support her, "Xiao Ke has read Wei Qi's poems, she can be said to be talented and outstanding, and she is not inferior to us gentlemen!" ”

Shen Wenjun listened to it and answered with a proud face, "That's!" Otherwise, how could anyone call my sister Xiangxiang 'the first talented woman in the capital'? ”

"Huh-isn't she the number one beauty in the capital?" And humane.

There is a serious brother who supports Wei Xiangxiang, "Xiangxiang girl has the appearance of a sinking fish and a wild goose, a shy flower in the closed moon, and a clear and jade girl like a nine-day Xuannu, at first glance, she is a person with real talent and learning, and she will not do anything like stealing people's poems!" ”

For a while, whether it was the girls on the side of the screen or the young masters on the side of the screen, they all supported Wei Xiangxiang, praised her to the sky, and at the same time demoted Wei Qingqing, a plagiarist, to the ground.

Wei Xiangxiang showed a helpless look on her face, but she was both proud and happy in her heart, and she couldn't help but look at Meng Dalang quietly out of the corner of her eyes, thinking that this time he would definitely keep her in mind as a woman with both beauty and talent!

Wei Qingqing listened to the nonsense but only felt funny, and immediately walked to the screen unceremoniously, and asked the son who supported Wei Xiangxiang with serious nonsense through the screen, "The people in the world, those who are ordinary-looking account for seven or eight out of ten, and the remaining two or three miles, half of them are ugly-looking, and half of them are outstanding......"

"According to your previous fallacy, there must be no talented man among those who are ordinary-looking;"

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