Bai Jingfei glared at Cao Renxian hatefully: "Old Cao, my son is rich in three hundred cars, and he is only ten thousand buckets high, just a small poem at your fingertips, don't you can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour!" ”

For this sworn enemy who likes to fall into the well, he can't wait to strangle him to death. This poem is good, but it is too good, and his level is too far behind, so it is inevitable that others will be suspicious. Fortunately, he has already settled the final payment, as long as he grits his teeth and believes that others suspect him, there is nothing he can do without evidence.

Although he thought so, Bai Jingfei's appearance was still a lot more restrained.

Ding Qingwen's mood also returned to calm at this time, he nodded approvingly at Cao Renxian, and said to Bai Jingfei: "The virtuous nephew is talented, the old man has already heard of it. However, what Cao Xian's nephew said is not unreasonable, it is related to the little girl's famous festival, and the old man thinks it is better to figure it out! ”

As he spoke, Ding Qingwen took out the inscription poem: "When the poetry girl gave it to the old man, there was no signature on it, so the old man couldn't tell who made the poem." Since Bai Xian's nephew has concluded that the words on it are your title, it is better to come up with evidence, so that everyone present can be convinced. ”

Bai Jingfei was stunned, the last thing he wanted to face still happened, this poem was not written by him, he couldn't even remember the content of the poem, how to prove that the poem was his own?

Fortunately, Bai Jingfei has no other skills, and his only strength is that he is thick-skinned, so he stood up and said to the people around him: "I said that I wrote this poem, is there anyone fighting with me?" If you have one, stand up. Rest assured, Ben Gongzi promises not to retaliate! ”

Damn, you've said it so obviously, it's strange if you don't retaliate. Everyone scolded in their hearts, but no one spoke, not because they were afraid of Bai Jingfei's threat. In fact, if he is really the author of this poem, as long as he admits it, he will immediately become a relative of the emperor, and with this identity, it is enough to beat Bai Jingfei, not to mention his threat.

But the truth is, this poem really wasn't written by yourself!

Seeing that no one admitted it, Bai Jingfei turned his head to look at Ding Qingwen: "Father-in-law, you see, no one admits it except me, so we don't have to dwell on this kind of trivial matter, and it is only right to study the scale of the wedding." Father-in-law, rest assured, before leaving, my father said that as long as I can marry Xinru, he will give him a double dowry! ”

Looking at this kid's lazy appearance, Ding Qingwen couldn't help but have a toothache: "Bai Xian, you can't prove that the poem was written by you, others don't want to admit it, maybe they have their own troubles." ”

Cao Renxian hurriedly coaxed: "Yes, your voice was so small just now, many people didn't hear it, and Young Master Ben also saw a benevolent brother who drank unconscious and was carried away by the family, maybe this poem was written by him." ”

Bah, at this critical moment, who can be stupid enough to get drunk and leave the scene after writing a poem? Bai Jingfei looked at the two of them angrily, one of them was cunning and cunning, and the other was shameless, he knew that he wanted to pass the test today, I am afraid it would not be so easy.

He had no choice but to say helplessly: "Okay, father-in-law, how do you say that I should prove that I wrote this poem?" ”

Ding Qingwen had already thought of the words: "It's very simple, since the virtuous nephew said that this poem was written by you, it is better to ask the virtuous nephew to rewrite it, if the two handwriting is the same, of course everyone is happy, even if it is not, it is harmless." Today, in addition to the old man, there are also Lord Bao and Lord Yang here, you can ask the two to judge on your behalf, and the virtuous nephew does not have to worry about fairness at all. ”

Bao Xiren and Yang Zhen are both famous scholars, especially Yang Zhen, who is regarded as the leader of the literary world by the world's scholars, and what he said is definitely more convincing than the truth. Ding Qingwen said this, and immediately blocked all the back roads of Bai Jingfei's nonsense.

Bai Jingfei was really dumbfounded now, when he wrote this poem, he entrusted Qian Yu to write it because there were too many typos. Later, things were so rushed that I forgot to sign them. Hey, if I knew this, I might as well write it myself, at least so that this cheap father-in-law has nothing to say.

It's just that he doesn't know that if he really writes his name on this poem, I'm afraid that even if it is a thousand times better, it will not be possible to be selected by Ding Xinru. In desperation, Bai Jingfei had no choice but to shoot his eyes for help at Qian Yu.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Qian Yu took a deep breath, Bai Jingfei's silver was really not so easy to take.

Ding Qingwen put aside being a poet and only used handwriting to talk about things, this trick is indeed extremely powerful.

Although everyone knows that with Bai Jingfei's poetry skills, it is impossible to write such a good poem. But writing poetry, as long as you write something that no one else has seen, it is yours, coupled with Bai Jingfei's nonsense and brutal temperament, it will definitely become a confused account in the end.

But the words are different, every stroke does not require years of hard work, as long as Bai Jingfei can't write good words that are close to his level, it is the strongest evidence.

However, if you are stumped by this, I, the general subject teacher and class teacher, will be too watery, no matter how cunning you are, can you compare to those fifteen or sixteen-year-old bear children?

Thinking of this, Qian Yu took two steps forward, bowed and saluted: "Master Qiyu, the little one can testify that this poem is indeed written by Bai Gongzi." At that time, Bai Gongzi was majestic and heroic, with a lupine scarf, as if he was one with heaven and earth. This poem was narrated under his lotus steps, and the small heart of the little one swayed, bowed and worshipped, and subconsciously recorded it with a pen. ”

Looking at Qian Yu's foaming boasting, the corners of Ding Qingwen's eyes kept twitching, the white boy was majestic and heroic, and the lupine scarf? Do you think he is a great Confucian in the world? is also "one with heaven and earth", why can't he go to heaven! However, Ding Qingwen still understood what Qian Yu meant: "Are you saying that this poem was written by Bai Xian's nephew, and you wrote it on your behalf?" ”

Qian Yu nodded hurriedly, he deserves to be a role model, he can understand everything at all, amazing!

Bai Jingfei hurriedly said: "Yes, the little nephew's inspiration at that time was like a surging river, endless, and like the waves of the sea, rolling in...... Father-in-law, you also know that inspiration is something that can be met but not sought, and the little nephew is afraid that it will suddenly be gone, so he asked your family to ghostwrite. ”

As he spoke, he pointed at Qian Yu: "Go, write it again and show it to my father-in-law." ”

Qian Yu nodded, picked up the pen and walked to a blank rice paper, and between the splashes of ink, a song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" came into everyone's eyes, and the pen was vigorous, as if the dragon leaped into the nine heavens.

Yang Zhen got up and took the inscription poem in Ding Qingwen's hand, carefully compared it with what Qian Yu wrote, nodded and said: "Vigorous and vigorous, faintly there is everyone's demeanor, and the little brother writes a good hand!" ”

The corners of Qian Yu's mouth twitched, aren't you talking nonsense, my brother is copying the grass saint Zhang Xu!

Bai Jingfei looked disdainful: "It's okay with this word?" It looks like an earthworm, and I almost didn't throw it up. If Uncle Ding hadn't asked about the ugliness, my son would be embarrassed to mention it! ”

Zhang Xu's wild grass is free and elegant, but it seriously distorts the original shape of the word, and it is irrefutable to say that it is ugly. Bai Jingfei's words, although they were strong, alleviated the embarrassment when he was exhausted just now.

Talent!

Qian Yu looked at Bai Jingfei with admiration, the situation just now was purely an emergency, and the cooperation between the two could only rely on improvisation, but he didn't expect that as soon as he said it, the other party understood his intentions. Bai Jingfei spoke perversely and funny, and he was stupid, but he perfectly made up for all the flaws. Qian Yu thinks that if he is replaced by himself, it will be difficult to do better.

Ding Qingwen looked at Qian Yu and then at Bai Jingfei, as soon as the two of them sang together, in a few words, they fooled the handle that they had so hard to find. He has now roughly guessed the truth, this poem must have been written by this Jiading, but for some reason, it now belongs to Bai Jingfei, and seeing Jiading's willingness, the two must have reached some kind of deal. Thinking about the style of doing things of this Bai Xian's nephew, eighty percent of them are smashed with silver!

If Qian Yu knew that Ding Qingwen had speculated about the beginning and end of the matter just based on what he saw in front of him, he would definitely admire!

Ding Qingwen suddenly stared at Qian Yu, his eyes were meaningful: "You are the family in my house?" Why hasn't the old man seen you? ”

Qian Yu smiled innocently: "Master Qiyu, the little one is from Yunxi Village, and he is not affiliated with the Ding Mansion, just because it coincides with the birthday of the young lady, he was pulled over by Miss Hesui to help for a few days." ”

Ding Qingwen nodded: "So that's the case, I didn't expect that a small village in Qingfeng County could produce a person like the little brother who is knowledgeable and reasonable, and the name of Qingyan Village is really not called in vain." ”

Yunxi Village is the only place in Qingfeng County that produces green salt, and it is also known as Qingyan Village. Although the current production is getting less and less, it does not affect its name at all, which Qian Yu has already learned from Xiao Hegu's mouth: "The old man has praised it falsely, and the small one only knows a few words." ”

Who knew that Ding Qingwen's tone suddenly changed: "However, the old man has a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not." Silver, though golden, is not omnipotent. Young people, a gentleman loves money, takes it in the right way, and it is better not to be too greedy! ”

Qian Yu is only praised, but he doesn't care in his heart, big brother, money is not everything, but without money, it is absolutely impossible! He seemed to be honest and obedient on the surface, but his eyes were frivolous, and he obviously didn't listen to Ding Qingwen's words in his heart.

Ding Qingwen naturally saw all this clearly, the family Ding in front of him was shabby, with a yellow face and thin muscles, and he could pinch him to death with one finger, but now he couldn't do it.

What gave him the most headache was that Bai Jingfei and Qian Yu's words were obviously full of flaws, and they were in line with common sense, making him unable to refute. What is their flaw?

*****

In the backyard, Ding Xinru listened to the maid's report, and her originally ruddy face turned pale in an instant!

"What, this poem was not written by Liu Gongzi, but that Bai Jingfei? But that word...... The word is the new money inspector ghostwriter? Xing'er on the side listened to the whole process and said decisively: "Miss, this poem must have been written by Qian Yu, but I didn't expect that in addition to counting, this guy is also so powerful in poetry and songs!" ”

After the initial panic, Ding Xinru slowly regained her composure, she couldn't help but smile bitterly, she didn't expect that because she didn't want to get married, she suddenly wanted to find that magical young man for help.

"Miss, I heard that Bai Jingfei doesn't know how to learn and doesn't know how to do anything, and he only knows how to travel all day long, so you must not marry him!" Seeing that her young lady was depressed, Xing'er was anxious: "What should we do next?" ”

Hearing Xing'er's words, Ding Xinru knew that now was not the time to be cranky, she cheered up and analyzed: "Since Daddy has announced that the two poems will be printed together, this is related to the credibility of the Ding family, and it cannot be changed, we can only start with the author of the poem."

Originally, this poem was not signed, which was a good opportunity to shirk, but the current situation is that Bai Jingfei has forcibly attributed the poem to his name through Qian Yu. If you want to turn the tables, the only way is to find evidence that this poem was not written by Bai Jingfei! ”