Murong Qing's face flushed.

Suddenly, my eyes were a little wet.

In the end, she was still excited, and she was happy for Cao Wei.

And at this time.

After Shi Di heard what Murong Qing said, his heart was also full of questions.

She bypassed the table, walked to Murong Qing, and said, "Sister Qing'er, don't even you know his strength?" ”

"Hey, I've heard Cao Wei's recent poems, on the background of a poor family, he writes pretty well, but now it seems ......"

Murong Qing sighed deeply, as if she was a vice-victim.

"This person is a unicorn talent, I think my father will definitely take a fancy to him."

Shi Di's eyes were serious, not like he was joking at all.

As I said.

If Cao Wei's words were suppressed because of selfishness, she wouldn't be able to do it.

When Shi Zizheng left the court, he adopted her as his daughter.

Following Shi Zizheng's side, he has been exposed to his ears and eyes since he was a child, and he doesn't say that he fully understands Shi Zizheng's state of mind, but he also knows a little about it.

The state of mind in the center of the word can be said to be not far from his father's state of mind after being dismissed.

Even she could feel it, let alone her father!

It can be said that Shi Zizheng back then had not yet been able to reach the transcendent realm in this word!

But the same.

Murong Qing looked at Shi Di, and suddenly there were more questions in her little head.

According to what Shi Di said just now, it can be seen that she not only values literary talent, but also looks and character.

Now that she has never even seen Cao Wei, she has to hand over this poem to Shi Zizheng.

If Cao Wei has sores on the corners of his head, will Shi Di regret it after seeing it?

She hesitantly pulled Shi Di aside, and asked softly: "Sister, you haven't seen Cao Wei before, so you are not afraid that Cao Wei will look ugly, and even live a sloppy life, and that ......"

"Sister!"

Shi Di glanced at Murong Qing helplessly, although she didn't know why Murong Qing said this, but her eyes were firm:

"I've already thought about it. As far as words are concerned, this person's state of mind is by no means very human, and those who can write such a state of mind will certainly not be far behind, and I will send the words to my father by hand later! ”

"That's good!"

Murong Qing suddenly turned to a smile, and then said: "Cao Wei is walking with my father, it won't be long before I arrive, don't worry, Cao Wei is quite handsome, and even likes to have some gadgets, such as perfume......"

said.

She took out a porcelain bottle from her arms, which was the perfume that Cao Wei had given her.

"That's what you call perfume?" Shi Di sniffed the smell in front of him, revealing a curious gaze.

"Yes, it's really amazing, it's water, but it can give off the fragrance of roses."

"When my sister says that, I'd love to meet him, but now it's imperative to give it to my father, and he'll like it."

Shi Di withdrew his gaze.

She loves poetry more than these gadgets.

As soon as she finished speaking, she was ready to leave.

However, at this time, Wang Yuan spoke again:

"Miss Shi, slow down."

Shi Di stopped and looked back at Wang Yuan.

Murong Qing and the others also looked at Wang Yuan, not knowing what Wang Yuan was going to say.

Wang Yuan suddenly turned up the corners of his mouth slightly, but his face suddenly became relaxed, and he arched his hand towards Shi Di and said:

"Miss Shi, Wang believes that you can taste the artistic conception of this word, but hasn't Miss Shi considered that this word was copied by Cao Wei?"

Then.

The situation has changed again.

Although there were doubts, no one followed Wang Yuan anymore.

After all, none of them are stupid.

If it is really like Wang Yuan said, it was copied.

So who is copying?

If it is an ordinary poetry club, it is possible for someone to buy poems and copy them.

But who dares to copy words in Jiyun Academy, who dares to copy words in front of Shi Zizheng in Bowang Villa?

Although many people have doubts, it is not their turn to say anything.

"Wang Yuan! You're deliberately finding fault, aren't you? ”

Murong Qing glared angrily, although it was true that this word could not be written by young people.

But he believed in his father.

After all, this was sent by his father to Cao Wei, how could his father not watch it?

Obviously, Wang Yuan is deliberately targeting Cao Wei!

Wang Yuan snorted coldly: "I'm just talking about the facts, this poem is not a person who has gone through hardships, how can he be so detached, just rely on Cao Wei, can he do it?" ”

When Shi Di heard this, he was also unhappy in his heart.

Why couldn't she see that Wang Yuan was deliberately targeting Cao Wei?

So she said coldly: "Since Wang Gongzi said that this poem was copied, then please ask Wang Gongzi to come up with evidence." ”

"I don't have any evidence, but isn't Cao Wei coming soon, since this poem was written by him at will, then let him write a poem at that time."

"Since there is no evidence, Wang Gongzi seems to be deliberately smearing this time, and I will personally hand it over to my father, and his old man has his own conclusion! Now that the poetry meeting is over, please move to the Jiande Hall for a while, and I will arrange a meal for entertainment. ”

After Shi Di finished speaking, he said to Murong Qing: "Sister, let's go over together, my father is giving a lecture in Yihe Hall at this time." ”

"Well, I don't want to see this person again anyway!"

Murong Qing glanced at Wang Yuan, and then followed Shi Di out of the pavilion.

Bowang Mountain Resort is very large, surrounded by mountains and lakes.

It's just that there are only a few maids in the huge villa, except for Shi Zizheng and Shi Di.

But even so, Shi Zizheng still has the school of Yihe Hall.

Today, through the Jiyun Poetry Club, there are also many Confucian students who come to consult Shi Zizheng, and most of these people are Confucian students who love poetry, but they just have no chance to worship Shi Zizheng.

Although these Confucian students are not his personal protégés, as a Confucian of the academy, he still has to give a few words of advice occasionally.

Jardine Hall.

Shi Zizheng was sitting upright in the main hall, and more than a dozen men dressed as Confucian scholars in the hall were appreciating the two poems of Cui Zhe before.

"Sir, Cui Zhe's poems are quite good, and they are not ......far behind us at all."

"yes, not to mention that I'm a few years older than him, and I wouldn't have been able to reach that level a few years ago."

As several Confucian scholars spoke, Shi Zizheng stroked his snow-white beard: "Compared with the previous poetry meetings, Cui Zhe's poems are indeed good. ”

All the Confucian scholars gave up their hands, and they were all clear in their hearts.

If nothing else, Cui Zhe will be able to become the first official protégé of the great Confucian in front of him, which they are envious of.

Shi Zizheng raised his head slightly, looked outside the hall, and said lightly: "It seems that the hour is almost up, the poetry meeting has ended, and Lord Murong will be here later, so let's get ready for lunch." ”

"Thank you, sir, for the lecture."

As soon as Shi Zizheng got up, all the Confucian scholars gave up their hands.

But at this moment, Shi Di and Murong Qing came outside the school.

"Father, wait a minute!"

When Shi Zizheng heard this, he paused.

The other Confucian scholars also looked back at the two girls outside the door.

I saw Shi Di exhale deeply, crossed the threshold with Murong Qing, held Cao Wei's poems in both hands, and walked to the front of the hall: "Father, daughter has another poem here, I hope my father will see it!" ”

"Hmm."

Shi Zizheng looked comfortable, and did not ask any more questions, and sat back again.

Seeing this, Shi Di walked to the table and spread the poem in front of Shi Zizheng.

Shi Zizheng brushed his beard and looked at the poems.

Suddenly.

He was stunned for a moment, exhaled sharply, and his deep eyes suddenly brightened.

He picked up the poem in front of him with trembling hands, and then looked at Shi Di, and his voice became powerful.

"Di'er, this word...... Who did it?! ”