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The voice was delicate and soft, but it was like a thunderclap on the ground, which immediately attracted all eyes.

The girl who speaks is beautiful and pleasant, and is Chi Yilian, the daughter of the Governor of Lingxi.

Many people didn't recognize this girl who had just arrived in the capital and couldn't help looking at each other.

Whose girl is this

I haven't seen it before, I look at it.

The girl with good eyes said to the person beside her: Look at her clothes, they look inconspicuous, but they are actually very rich. There is one piece of good material in the box that my mother put in. She said that she cut clothes to wear when I left the house, and she would not be allowed to touch them normally.

The girl next to her hurriedly said: Did you see the bead in her bun? It is the Shangqing pearl, it is the tribute of Xijiang.

However, after a look, the girls present had a clear idea of ​​the girl's identity.

Are they either rich or noble, or are they either rich or noble among them.

The little girl's surname is Chi, and she is the daughter of the Governor of Lingxi. She followed her father to the capital. She didn't expect that the poetry in the capital would be so interesting.

Chi Yilian said as she took something out of her arms. The silk cloth used to wrap it was smooth and soft, which showed her cherishing the things in it. Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall there, and she saw her uncovering the silk cloth and revealing a book.

The corners of the book have wrinkled, which can be seen as having been read repeatedly.

Chi Yilian raised the corners of her lips and smiled at Xu Jiafu: Miss Xu, come and take a look. Is this the book you mentioned?

Xu Jiafu strode over, glanced at the title of the book, and nodded repeatedly: Not bad. It is this treasure record

Chi Yilian handed the book to Xu Jiafu.

Xu Jiafu was stunned.

Chi Yilian smiled softly and said: Miss Xu won't show it to the wife who hosted the poetry meeting.

He came to his senses to Xu Jiafu, hurriedly took the book, gave Chi Yilian a look of praise, turned around and walked to Tao, presented the book with both hands, and said naughtyly: Mrs. Tao, read this book quickly. After reading it, you have to explain it to my mother clearly, so I don’t talk nonsense.

Tao took the book with a pale face, and his hand shook slightly and opened the first page. It said: I thought of burning books and burying scholars in the dynasty, and many unique books were cut off. I couldn't help but feel heartbroken and stomped my feet and sighed. I stayed in Gushan Temple a few years ago. I got a broken ancient book. There were more than a hundred ancient poems. I thought about it and filled it out again and again. I finally became this book and waited for future generations to come.

Tao quickly read it, and the poems of all time passed by, but the people who had always been obsessed with it couldn't read it in the slightest, and their eyes finally came to the Plum Blossom Song.

The first poem of the Plum Blossoms. The beginning is: Aside the broken bridge outside the post, lonely blooming without a master

When I read the last sentence, I fell into mud and crushed into dust. Only the fragrance was as good as before, Tao's face faded and he suddenly looked at Cheng Yao, who had already become dumbfounded.

Seeing that Tao's face was abnormal, the wife next to her had already surrounded her and read the book in her hand. When she looked at the prince's wife who had just made a big splash, her expression became particularly strange.

Using ancient poems as one's own works is the most despicable thing, and therefore, these ladies do not know how to react for a while.

Come over to me and said Dow sternly.

Cheng Yao was like falling from ice, her feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, and she didn't know how she walked to Tao and said: Mother, listen to my explanation

Tao smashed the book over and shouted: Then explain it to me clearly, what's going on

At the end of her speech, she had a loud voice, with countless faces in front of her eyes, and the whispers in her ears seemed to turn into mosquitoes and flies flying around in front of her eyes, and her heart suddenly became disgusted.

Mrs. Tao, what's wrong with you, the person beside you, holding Tao quickly. Seeing that her eyes were closed and her face was pale, she obviously had her breath, and she couldn't help but exclaim.

At this moment of Dow, the field was in chaos.

Han was originally shocked by the sudden plagiarism incident. The scene was chaotic and suddenly woke up. He strode to Tao and carried her up. He ordered the maid on the side and said, "Why are you still standing there? Go and invite the doctor."

He directed two maids and said, "Please help the Duke's wife into the house and rest."

The two maids hurriedly took the Tao from Han and helped the man into the house.

Only then did Han calm down and look around everyone.

Knowing that the ink in her stomach was limited, she always stayed away from such occasions, but now the Tao, who was hosting the poetry meeting, was fainted. As the eldest aunt of the Duke of Wei's Mansion, she had to preside over the situation.

This Tao was so shameless when he fainted at a critical moment.

After Han finished whispering in his heart, Qingqing said in his throat: I’m really sorry, everyone should drink a cup of hot tea to suppress their shock.

Mrs. Zhang said lightly: There is no need to suppress shock, but the leader of this poetry club, what should I say now

When Han saw Cheng Yao being ugly and unlucky, he almost couldn't help but applaud, and immediately said without thinking: Of course, he would go to the other end of the tent to make it clear, and the leader chose someone else.

Seeing that the Han family did not shelter Cheng Yao for the reputation of the Duke of Wei's Mansion, the girls felt a little more happy.

It is really disgusting to use the poems of the predecessors to win the position of the leader.

In fact, the other end of the tent had already heard the chaos of the female guest. Everyone pricked up their ears while drinking, and when the female husband came over, they stopped their chopsticks.

The female gentleman stormed the Nan'an King Yifu: Prince, the leader you have evaluated has been cancelled.

What's going on? King Nan'an asked lightly.

The lady's face was red and red, obviously feeling ashamed of what was about to be said: those two poems were written by predecessors, not by the wife of the Duke of Wei, so the leader naturally had to choose another person.

As soon as these words were said, many people were so shocked that they even spilled most of the wine in the glass, splashing onto their clothes without realizing it.

After Han Zhi was stunned, he suddenly stood up: This is impossible

He strode to the female lady and smiled barely: Sir, is there any misunderstanding here?

The female lady looked contemptuous: Those two poems were written by someone who called Po Nai, and a young lady had already taken out the books. I think there was no misunderstanding that the prince said.

Although the Duke of Wei has a high family, as a teacher, even if he is a low-level teacher, he cannot tolerate such things.

What book is there? Han Zhi's mind is buzzing, and he doesn't understand what happened to this sudden turn of earth.

How is it possible for Yao's cousin to copy the poems of his predecessors?

The inner son has always been very talented in poetry, so she can't do such a thing

The female gentleman curled her lips and smiled: The book was written several years ago, and the prince's wife was only a teenage girl at that time. Even if she was born to know it, she would never be able to write such a good poem.

At this time, a voice sounded: The book is called Shizhen's Relic. I was traveling a year ago and I happened to read this book quickly from a person who was passing by. Today, when I saw those two poems, I thought I had memorized it incorrectly.

Immediately another voice echoed: Yes, I have read one of the two poems today. I just kept wondering what was going on, so that's it.

Han Zhi's face was pale and he tried to calm down and bowed to the King of Nan'an: Prince, please let me go over and see what happened.

The King of Nan'an looked faint: Please go, Prince.

Tao Yueran stood up: Prince, I will go with you.

Han Zhi was in a mess and nodded randomly.

As soon as the two left, the discussion suddenly began to sound.

The little overlord Rong Xin, who originally regarded poetry as a fun player, had his eyes lit up and asked King Nan'an: Uncle Wang, why didn't you see you strange if you have such a big deal?

The smile on the lips of the Nan'an King was faint and his eyes were clear: Uncle Wang had read poems circulated by the prince's wife. He was surprised at how he could write masterpieces with different styles at a young age. Now, it's not surprising.

Rong Xin was confused when she heard this, and stood up and said: I'll take a look at the fun too

It's about to be 515. I hope it can continue to hit the 515 red envelope list. By May 15, the red envelope rain can give back to readers and promote works. It's also love, and it will definitely be good and to be continued.
Chapter completed!