Faced with many suspicious, questioning, and disdainful eyes, Yu Menghuan only smiled lightly, "It's not difficult for me to be for you, Zhao Juren, you just need to analyze the distribution of this poem for me." ”

Flat rhyme feet?

Who the would know this?

Zhao Wenju's heart tightened, his lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't speak.

Yu Menghuan pressed step by step, "What? Make a poem, but can't say this? The feet are like a foundation, you can't even make a foundation, how to make a palace of ingenuity? ”

"Why don't you keep your mouth shut?"

For a while, everyone's eyes were on Zhao Wenju.

Who in the room hasn't read? Haven't done anything before? Who doesn't know the relationship between Pingqian and poetry? Even they can analyze why they ...... Zhao Wenju doesn't speak?

Don't...... These poems were really not written by Zhao Wenju?

Pingxuan?

One or two sounds, three or four sounds, peach blossom anthem...... Ping Ping ...... What is the pattern......

In an instant, Zhao Wenju set off a brainstorm, and he realized that if he didn't give a reasonable explanation this time, all the reputation of his previous business would be ruined.

Yu Menghuan looked at his sloppy eyes, and curled her lips with bad intentions, "Can't you answer this?" Okay, what is the content of "Zhou Yi"? ”

What is the nonsense?

Nine years of compulsory education didn't teach this at all!

Zhao Wenju couldn't help but think about it, and in a hurry, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and it was finally pulled out of the memory of the original owner.

Yu Menghuan didn't give him time, took advantage of the weakness to enter, and then asked, "How many articles are there in the "Book of Songs" to Zhaonan?" ”

Zhaonan~

Zhaonan has "Grass Worm" and "Gantang"......

Without waiting for Zhao Wenju to figure it out, Yu Menghuan continued to ask, "Is this also difficult?" Then you recite the life of the "Shangshu" micron. ”

It's already extremely simple.

It's just a back.

If Zhao Wenju was usually calm, it would not be impossible to memorize according to the memory of the original owner, but now he has been asked several questions by Yu Menghuan in a row, and his brain is blank, where can he still remember these things.

"What a guts!"

Yu Menghuan suddenly shouted angrily, which made the nerves of everyone present tense.

"A good Zhao Wenju Zhao Juren, the four books and the five classics are not familiar, and he doesn't understand the rhythm of Pingqi, but he has won the scientific examination all the way, and he is a masterpiece through the ages with a casual chant! Say! Who gave you the courage to be abducted and deceived to the feet of the Son of Heaven? ”

"Who is it that makes you a person like you who has no talent and no virtue repeatedly pass the test?"

The first sentence is okay, and the latter sentence is that Ming Huanghuang is suspecting fraud in the imperial examination!

Not to mention the literati students present, even the Confucian scholars above, all of them were pale, and their eyes were as cold as knives.

How much praise and praise Zhao Wenju received for his plagiarized poems in the past, then how much he is disgusted and disliked now. The children of the family, the great Confucians of the world, and the students who really rely on themselves to take the exam, which one doesn't have something in his head?

At this moment, can't they still see who is right and who is wrong?

"No wonder Zhao Wenju never talks to us about the scriptures."

"No wonder Zhao Wenju never writes about strategy."

"No wonder Zhao Wenju only writes one poem every time, it turns out that he is a person who deceives the world and steals his name!"

Finished!

Zhao Wenju's heart trembled, looking at the strange eyes of the people around him, his scalp was numb.

The mask of the genius was peeled off in public, revealing his incompetent, ignorant and cowardly nature, this kind of scene, no matter how long he was good at dancing, no matter how proficient he was in the sleek rules of business, it would be useless.

What to do?

What now?

Zhao Wenju clenched a pair of hands covered with cold sweat, and even his waist was stiffened.

Han Chengzi sneered and stood up, "County Lord, the lower official suggested that Zhao Wenju be imprisoned first, and then strictly investigate last year's Yongcheng scientific expedition!" ”

The legal system of the Great Banquet Imperial Examination is strict, but anyone caught cheating will be killed, and colluding with the examiner is even more of a crime, which is to destroy the three clans!

"The lower official seconded the proposal."

"That's right, arrest him, such a fame-seeking, swaggering, and deceiving superiors and subordinates will be severely punished, and I will be rewarded with a big feast!"

"Grab it!"

In the face of the commotion, Zhao Wenju's body trembled, his eyes dodged and looked at the Quartet, but looking at Yu Menghuan's eyes, they were full of hatred, "Even if I didn't answer your question, why do you say that my poems were copied?" Do you have proof? ”

Damn Lord Wenning!

If it weren't for her, how could she have fallen to the point where everyone shouted and beaten!

If one day she falls into her own hands, she will surely make this woman live and not die!

"You want proof? Okay, this county lord will let you die to understand. ”

Yu Menghuan slowly took out a yellowed book from his sleeve, "Not long ago, a beggar sent a book of poems to the lord of this county, and the poems written by you Zhao Wenju are all in it. It is reported that it was written by some hermit Confucians in the previous dynasty. ”

"The emperor of the previous dynasty was mediocre, the court was full of corrupt officials and corrupt officials, the people were not happy, the great Confucians did not want to be born, and they lived in seclusion in the mountains to write these masterpieces through the ages, which were compiled into a book by later generations, but they have never been circulated outside."

"Although I don't know how you know, this descendant can't see that the poems of his ancestors have been plagiarized by you, so he will send the poetry book to the hands of the county lord, so that the county lord can expose your true face."

"Impossible! Someone must have framed me! Zhao Wenju's eyes widened and he said sharply.

Yu Menghuan handed over the book of poems to Han Chengzi, "Please also ask the sacrificial wine to check, in addition to the poems used by Zhao Wenju, there are many excellent works here, each of which is enough to be passed down through the ages." ”

Han Chengzi lowered his head and hurriedly flipped through it, the more he looked at it, the more excited he became, and his hands holding the booklet trembled slightly, "Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I can't forget it...... There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is next to each other...... persuade you to drink a glass of wine, and there is no one in Yangguan in the west...... It's really a famous sentence for the ages, hate not to meet in this life! ”

Listening closely, his voice was still a little choked.

His voice is not small, especially in this quiet space, everyone can hear it clearly, and Zhao Wenju, who has been gritting his teeth and insisting that the poem was written by himself, directly sat on the ground with weak legs and feet.

Now it's really over!

No, it's not!

In this world, there is still a traverser, and this traverser has come to trouble him...... Is the glass in Zhu Shizi's hand also from the hands of the traverser?

The more he thought about it, the more Zhao Wenju felt that his future was black, and he directly rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Someone, escort Zhao Wenju into the capital, and wait for the fate." A sneer flashed in Yu Menghuan's eyes, and then she raised her eyes to look at Gu Qingyan in the corner with a look of surprise on her face, and raised her eyebrows at him lightly.

Gu Qingyan: ......

served.

No wonder Lord Wenning has always said that Zhao Wenju is incompetent, it turns out that this is the case. But before that, who would have thought that the poems he wrote were all copied from the hermit of the former dynasty, which ...... I am afraid that I will be embarrassed and known to the whole world.

Oh~no~

Zhao Wenju was imprisoned, and I am afraid that there is only one way to die - according to the law, those who cheat in the imperial examination will be killed.