The corners of Xie Changyu's mouth hooked slightly, and the show began~

"The third collection is also from the hand of the former county lord - Yongmei poem. While the Lord was speaking, the servants had set up the display stand as instructed, and laid the scroll of poetry on the frame, so that the contents of it could be displayed before the eyes of the people.

"Bang bang bang!"

With the sound of three candles, the lights in all directions of the hall were lit, and they returned to their previous brightness, even brighter than before.

Coupled with the light of the night pearl, from the outside, Chongyu Tower is the brightest place in the entire Shengjing City.

Also because of the light tonight, Chongyu Building is also known as the Bright Moon Palace.

Of course, this 'Bright Moon Palace' is a later story.

"It's actually the handwriting of the Imperial County Lord again!"

"It is worthy of the famous Xiguang Pavilion~"

"People die like lights go out, don't care about the evil consequences in front of you, the former county lord can be called a must in the literary world~"

"Don't blow it~ Hurry up and help recite the poems on the stage, the people behind us can't see clearly. ”

On this side, Xuanyuan Si also stretched his neck and leaned forward to look.

"Yongmei - the title is ordinary, but the font is eye-catching. Wang Zheng's pertinent parity got Lu Wenjing's arrogant eyes.

"Well, of course, don't look at who wrote it. ”

Wang Zheng read his name in a low voice, and continued to look back, this is not tight, and his face instantly condensed eight points.

At this moment, the atmosphere of the hall has changed subtly.

Wen Chuhan's face turned pale, his lips were tightly closed, and his teeth bit his tongue hard, making himself look as calm as possible.

The effect of this is also very good, and others don't pay attention to it and don't realize Wen Chuhan's nervousness at the moment.

Wang Zheng finished scanning the poem at a glance, his eyes turned slightly, and stayed on Wen Chuhan's face.

There was no panic when I saw people.

He began to wonder if there was a problem with the poems on stage, or if Wen Chuhan plagiarized at night during the night of the lake.

The reaction of the crowd was the same as Xie Changyu had envisioned before.

"This ...... Why does this Yongmei look so familiar???"

"It's the famous work of Wen Chuhan, a newly talented woman, how did it become a poem by the former county lord?

"Oh~ I know, someone must have plagiarized Wen Cainu's book to act as the former county lord...... 呲呲呲...... Why is this former county lord so restless when he dies!"

"That's it! It's harming people all the time! Her henchmen are not dead because they lack heart, and this lack of virtue can also be done!"

A group of people came out of the circle with righteous indignation with strange brain circuits.

Until a roar scolded everyone back.

"Fart! How could my cousin plagiarize? If you dare to talk nonsense, be careful that Princess Ben cuts you!"

Xuanyuan Si is two big, and his head is clouded.

How could this be? She was furious, and vented the anger in her heart on the children of the family on both sides.

Both eyes are breathing fire!

Xie Changyu watched from a distance, and actually ...... Strange touched.

She thought that Xuanyuan Si, a broken child, would help Wen Chuhan! After all, she had rectified Xuanyuan Si very well......

"The poems of those two people can't be the same, there is always one of them plagiarized. ”

"Look, Wen Chuhan is sitting there, let her come out and explain to everyone, won't the matter be clear?"

The situation suddenly reversed because of Xuanyuan Si's two sentences.

Everyone didn't dare to scold the deceased imperial county lord, and always pointed the finger at Wen Chuhan.

......

"Zhiyue, look at Wen Chuhan, on the day of the lake tour, he was favored by insiders with a poem, I thought it was a lot, it turned out to be plagiarism. ”

Cui Zhiyue smiled lightly: "Why doesn't Qiu Yi think that someone used Miss Wen's poem as the autographed poem of the former county lord?"

Zuo Qiushan really didn't think about this problem. But with her mediocre IQ, she couldn't think of a reason for sitting there thinking about it for a long time.

"I feel that the female devil has a cold and arrogant temperament, and she has been smart since she was a child, so she should disdain plagiarism. ”

Cui Zhiyue asked rhetorically: "Is this poem inaccurate? It was because she met Miss Wen before she died, so she plagiarized it." ”

Zuo Qiushan probably didn't expect a dead man to touch the sensitivity in Cui Zhiyue's heart.

"I'm just saying, how can I argue with Zhiyue~" Zuo Qiushan said with a flattering smile.

In response to everyone's doubts, the Lord said that people were at ease, and replied: "The poem is indeed a genuine work, and the young ladies who know how to do it must be able to distinguish the time." One comes,"

Pointing to the slightly yellowed rice paper on the frame: "This rice paper is the best rice paper produced by Jinsha in the twelfth year of Lizhi, and it entered the court as a tribute, and all this small amount of rice paper was taken away by the Imperial Prefecture." ”

"Second, everyone looks at the handwriting, the lord of the imperial county is famous for his love of writing wild grass, and his style is unique, which everyone who has mixed in the Mingshi Pavilion knows. Special incense ink for ink, this ink has a characteristic, that is, it will emit a fragrance after a long time, the longer the time, the heavier the fragrance, and then look at the seal and ...... at the end Time. ”

With such an explanation, the fool also knows that this poem was indeed written by the imperial county lord.

"Hehe! I say, how could a person who was raised in a nunnery since childhood make such a high-level poem! It turned out to be plagiarism!" Meng Jiaojiao hooked her lips and sneered: "Wen Chuhan, you are simply shameless! Such a person, how can you be worthy of the word 'talented girl'?"

The crowd sighed too.

"I can't see it, this Miss Wen is soft and weak on the surface, but behind her back is a woman with poor character......"

"It's too embarrassing for the Lu family! If I were Lu Wenjing, I would definitely divorce this kind of person. ”

At this time, a single sentence of spit can drown Wen Chuhan to death.

Lu Wenjing still couldn't bear it after all, and beckoned Jinzi: "Send her back to the Prime Minister's Mansion." ”

"Yes. ”

Jin Zi came to Wen Chuhan, but saw that the person whose face was as white as paper refused to get up.

"This ...... Miss Wen, my son-in-law will help you deal with the rest, for the sake of your body, let's go out with my subordinates. ”

Jin Zi was afraid that Wen Chuhan wouldn't be able to stand it, and like Sister Lin in the book, she was angry to death.

"No, I didn't plagiarize, I can't run away with it. ”

After she said this, Wang Zheng looked at it fixedly.

Lu Wenjing frowned: "It's plagiarism and dare to quibble." "Who made the poem, Lu Wenjing knows best.

Xuanyuan Si rushed back, she didn't expect things to brew like this, and now she couldn't tell what was going on with this poem.

"This ...... Sister Wen, can you come out and explain? Even if it is copied, there is a princess who will help you carry it. ”

Wen Chuhan showed a strong smile: "Thank you, Seventh Princess, I will explain." It's not my sin, I won't admit it. ’

The words reached Xie Changyu's ears.

"Heh! It's like the real thing. ”

Xie Changyu expressed disdain, and wanted to throw two rotten eggs on Wen Chuhan's cheeky face.

The man sitting next to her, frowning slightly under the mask, and the expression in his eyes was unpredictable, not knowing what he was planning

Wen Chuhan still stood up......

Her body is already thin, and her beautiful face is full of tears, which can easily cause a man's distress.