"What?"

Everyone's eyes were round, and their expressions were very exciting.

Is there such a thing?

If you think about it, it's a possibility.

The poems written by Wang Yu are all sung through the ages, even if they are ancient sages, they cannot be easily obtained.

And the style of his poems is also a little different, and it does not seem to be written by one person.

If it is as Tang Bin said, then everything can be explained.

"Xuanwei Hou brought these people back because they had the blood of ancient sages flowing in their bodies, although they were very thin, but if they were carefully cultivated, they could occasionally give birth to one or two peerless Tianjiao.

However, Wang Yu inadvertently discovered that these people were pregnant with peerless poems written by ancient sages, so he obtained them one by one, preparing to make a splash.

After the battle of the Jiaofang Division, he became famous in a battle, and in order to avoid the matter being exposed, he went crazy, killed the killer, and ordered people to kill all the clan. ”

Tang Bin briefly explained the ins and outs of the matter.

Everyone looked at each other, how could there be such a thing?

Some people, even the great Confucians, still have a cold glow flickering, and the ancient sages are the gods in their hearts.

Their bloodline is extremely precious.

Occasionally, there will be a surprise in the world.

Wang Yu not only robbed them of the verses of their ancestors, but also took away the glory that should belong to the sages, and also killed them, which is much more serious than plagiarism.

If this matter is true, then even if Wang Yu has made great achievements, even if he is the prince of Xuanwei Hou, they will go to the Jinluan Palace.

At that time, even the queen will not be able to protect him.

"What a good story."

Bang bang, Wang Yu clapped his hands: "So good at editing, why don't you write it?" ”

"Wang Yu! So far, you still don't admit it? ”

Tang Bin looked at Wang Yu with burning eyes: "Are you really shameless?" ”

"Alas......"

Wang Yu let out a long sigh, sat back in his place, didn't bother with Tang Bin, and actually ate and drank by himself.

"Brother Yu! You eat this, this is delicious. ”

Ah Xue recommended food to him.

"Well, you eat too."

Wang Yu broke a banana and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

Tang Bin was so angry that the three corpse gods jumped violently, and he shouted angrily: "Wang Yu! What do you mean? ”

"What do you mean? You're sick in the head, right? I'm too lazy to bother with you. ”

Wang Yu glanced at him, looked at Ji Ning on the main seat, frowned and said:

"Ninth Princess, you don't care about this? Just let this madman go crazy at your birthday party? ”

Nine Princesses: ......

"Tang Bin! Do you have proof? ”

A great Confucian looked at Tang Bin and said in a deep voice:

"No matter what happens, it's not just a casual thing, Wang Yu is a counterinsurgency hero, if you bite so casually, you will be held accountable later."

"Of course I have proof!"

Tang Bin bowed slightly, and then looked at the middle-aged man who had been standing there:

"**, take out all the things, don't be afraid, there are so many great Confucians here, and you will definitely be able to avenge your dead clansmen today."

The middle-aged man, trembling all over, as if he had just come back to his senses, pounced, fell to his knees, and cried.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please call the shots for the grass people."

Everyone's faces are slightly unsightly, what is this?

Tang Bin's face also turned a little dark, and he wondered in his heart, could it be that the scene here is too big, and this thing is stupid?

"Take the evidence, take the evidence!"

Tang Bin reminded in a low voice.

The middle-aged man came to his senses at this time, he hurriedly untied his clothes, and the women subconsciously turned their heads away.

Wang Yu directly stretched out his hand and covered Ah Xue's eyes.

When the shirt was taken off, the man's back was exposed to everyone's eyes.

Well..... it's still white and tender, but it's just a little goosebumps.

Everyone looked at Tang Bin suspiciously, what does this mean?

Is this called evidence?

Tang Bin was proud, picked up the hot water on the table, and poured it directly.

The next moment, a miracle happened.

On the middle-aged man, a font began to appear.

Soon, his back was densely packed with words.

"What is this?"

Everyone's faces changed slightly.

"This is a secret method among their clan, this kind of tattoo, usually you can't see anything, but once it is hot, it will show words."

Tang Bin explained with a smile.

"It's kind of magical."

The crowd leaned in and carefully studied the writing.

"This seems to be ** text!"

A great Confucian touched his chin: "This kind of writing is a kind of writing in ancient times, it is very popular, hey, slowly, there is a ...... tattoo on it."

"That's right! The poems that Wang Yu said and wrote in the Jiaofang Division that day were tattooed on it, and it was in this way that these poems were handed down. ”

Tang Bin showed a smug smile on his face, he looked at Wang Yu, and said coldly: "Wang Yu, what else do you have to say?" ”

Wang Yu also covered Ah Xue's eyes and taught her that there were some things that she couldn't look at indiscriminately, and that she should be careful of long needles.

didn't bother with Tang Bin's thoughts at all.

Tang Bin: ......

"Tang Gongzi, you don't seem to be evidence yet, right?"

The county lord of Yongle couldn't stand it anymore, and said loudly:

"If I find someone at random and use this method to tattoo words on him, can all the poems in the world be recognized as plagiarism?"

Tang Bin's face changed fiercely.

The faces of Ji Ning and even Wan Yankang and the others also became extremely ugly.

Their plans have been disrupted.

Originally, they were prepared to let Wang Yu's original form be revealed through fighting poems, and after confirming that he had no peerless poetic talent, they would launch this person and completely define him as a plagiarist.

Thus ruining his reputation.

If that were the case, it would be so convincing that no one would question it.

However, the problem now is that Wang Yu composed four poems in a row, showing his peerless poetic talent.

Under this premise, the evidence they come up with is pale and weak, and even a bit like a clumsy false accusation.

"I still have proof!"

Tang Bin gritted his teeth, took out a picture from his arms, and showed it in front of everyone's eyes.

The picture depicts the big waves rushing, the river rolling, magnificent, shocking.

This is what the sage painted when he came home, and if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could he have painted such a magnificent scene?

Although time has passed, things have changed, and there is no longer the charm of the sages on it, but this painting has been preserved. ”

Tang Bin said lightly.

This is his last killer weapon, and it is also the most powerful evidence he used to persuade Ji Ning and others.

"Little Marquis, should you explain?"

A great Confucian asked directly.

It's hard to draw such a magnificent scene without seeing it with your own eyes.

However, as far as he knew, there was no such turbulent river in the territory of the Shenwu Dynasty.

What this picture depicts is probably really the mother river that disappeared back then.

"Explain, explain what?"

Wang Yu looked at this great Confucian with a somewhat unkind gaze.

This is too obvious, isn't it?

This is what has been coming up before.

said that he didn't have any PY deal with Tang Bin, and he didn't believe it when he was killed.

"An inexplicable person, tattooed with my poems, and then out of nowhere, got a picture scroll, and shouted that I plagiarized? Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your brains? ”

Wang Yu was very speechless, even in the face of the great Confucian, he scolded directly.