Jiao Luan

Chapter 426 Big ugly
The voice was delicate and soft, but it was like a thunderclap on the ground, and it immediately attracted all eyes.

The girl who spoke was comely and pleasant, she was Chi Yilian, the daughter of the governor of Lingxi.

Many people didn't recognize this young girl who had just arrived in the capital, so they couldn't help but look at each other.

"Whose girl is this?"

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

The girl with good eyesight said to the people on the side: "Look at her clothes, it looks inconspicuous, but it is actually made of ten kinds of brocade. There is such a piece of good material at the bottom of my mother's box. It is said to be waiting for me to come out of the cabinet. Sometimes I cut it to make clothes and wear it, so I'm not allowed to touch it at ordinary times."

The girl next to her hurriedly said: "Did you see that pearl in her bun? It's the 'Shangqing Pearl', a tribute from Xi Jiang."

But after looking at it, all the women present had an idea of ​​the identity of the girl.

It's not rich or expensive, or it's not rich or expensive among them.

"The little girl's surname is Chi, the daughter of the governor of Lingxi. She just came to the capital with her father. I didn't expect the poems in the capital to be so interesting."

As Chi Yilian spoke, she took out something from her bosom. The silk cloth used to wrap it was smooth and soft, which showed how much she treasured the thing inside. Everyone's eyes couldn't help falling there, and they saw her remove the silk cloth, revealing a book .

The corners of the book are wrinkled, which shows that it has been read repeatedly.

Chi Yilian raised the corners of her lips and smiled at Xu Jiafu: "Miss Xu, come and see, is this the book you mentioned?"

Xu Jiafu strode over, glanced at the title of the book, and nodded repeatedly: "That's right, it's the "Picking Treasures"!"

Chi Yilian handed the book to Xu Jiafu.

Xu Jiafu was taken aback.

Chi Yilian smiled softly and said, "Miss Xu, won't you show it to the lady who hosts the poetry meeting?"

"Yes!" Xu Jiafu came back to his senses, quickly took the book, gave Chi Yilian a look of approval, turned around and walked in front of Tao, offered the book with both hands, and said with a mischievous smile: "Mrs. Tao, take a look." After reading this book, you have to explain it to my mother, so I am not talking nonsense."

Dao took the book with a pale face, and opened the first page with trembling hands, which read: Yu Meisi Dynasty burned books and robbed Confucian scholars, resulting in the disappearance of many rare books.A few years ago, I happened to stay at Gushan Temple and got a dilapidated ancient book. There were more than a hundred ancient and strange poems. As if I had found a treasure, I repeatedly deliberated to fill in the gaps, and finally completed this book for future generations...

Dow quickly flipped through the pages, and one after another of the ancient and strange poems flashed in front of his eyes, but those who had always been obsessed with them couldn't read them in their hearts at all, and their eyes finally fixed on the "Yong Mei Pian".

The first song of the Plum Plum Piece begins with: Beside the broken bridge outside the station, the loneliness opens without a master...

When he read the last sentence, "Scattered into mud and dust, only the fragrance remains the same", Tao Shi's face faded, and he suddenly looked at Cheng Yao who had already been dumbfounded.

Seeing that Tao's expression was abnormal, the ladies next to her had already gathered around and read the book in her hand, and then looked at Mrs. Shizi who had just made a splash, and their expressions became particularly strange.

It is the most despicable thing to use ancient poems as one's own work, and because of this, these ladies don't know how to react for a while.

"Come here!" Dow said sharply.

Cheng Yao felt like falling into ice, her feet seemed to be on cotton, she didn't know how she walked in front of Tao Shi, and said, "Mother, please listen to my explanation—"

Dow smashed the book over with his hands, and shouted: "Then explain to me clearly, what is going on—"

At the end, her voice was high-pitched, there were countless faces that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and the whispers in her ears seemed to turn into mosquitoes and flies flying around in front of her eyes, and she suddenly felt sick.

"Mrs. Tao, what's the matter with you, Mrs. Tao?" The people on the side quickly supported Tao Shi, seeing her eyes closed tightly, her face pale, obviously she had lost her breath, and couldn't help exclaiming.

Dow was in a daze, and the field couldn't help being in chaos.

Han Shi was still stunned by the sudden outbreak of plagiarism. When the scene was chaotic, he suddenly woke up. He strode up to Tao Shi and picked her up, and told the maid beside him, "What are you still doing? Go get the doctor quickly!"

Then he directed the two maidservants and said, "Help the Duke's wife into the house to rest."

The two maidservants hurriedly took Tao from Han's hand and helped him into the house.

Only then did Han regain his composure, and looked around at everyone.

Knowing that the ink in her stomach is limited, she has always stayed away from such occasions, but now Tao Shi, who presides over the poetry meeting, is in a coma.

This Dow, who fainted at a critical moment, is really shameless!

After finishing her slander, Han cleared her throat and said, "Madams, I'm really sorry, let's drink a cup of hot tea to calm down the shock."

Mrs. Zhang said indifferently: "There is no need to suppress the shock, but this poem will be the leader, what should I say now?"

Seeing Cheng Yao making a fool of himself, Han could hardly help applauding, and immediately said without thinking: "Of course we should go and explain clearly to the other side of the tent, the leader should choose someone else."

Seeing that the Han family did not shield Cheng Yao for the sake of the reputation of the Duke of Wei, the girls felt relieved.

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

In fact, the other side of the tent had already faintly heard the confusion on the female side, and everyone listened while drinking, and stopped their chopsticks when the female gentleman came over.

The female teacher rushed to Nan'an Wang Yifu: "My lord, the leader selected by you has been cancelled."

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

The female gentleman blushed, obviously deeply ashamed of what she was about to say: "Those two poems were written by predecessors, not by the wife of Duke Wei, so the leader must choose someone else."

As soon as these words came out, many people were so shocked that most of the wine in their glasses was spilled, and they didn't even notice it splashed on the skirts of their clothes.

After Han Zhi was stunned, he stood up abruptly: "This is impossible!"

He strode up to the female gentleman and forced a smile: "Sir, is there some misunderstanding here?"

The female gentleman looked contemptuous: "Those two poems were written by someone called Po Nai, and a young lady even took out the book. It seems that there is no misunderstanding as the son said."

Although Duke Wei's family status is high, as a tutor, no matter how low his status is, he cannot tolerate such a thing.

"What book? Where is it?" Han Zhi's mind was buzzing, not understanding what was going on with the sudden upheaval.

Cousin Yao plagiarized her predecessors' poems?How can this be?

"My wife has always been quite talented in poetry, she can't do such a thing!"

The female gentleman curled her lips and smiled: "The book was written a few years ago. Shizi's wife was only a girl in her teens at that time. Even if she knew it from birth, she would not be able to write poems of this level."

At this time, a voice sounded: "That book is called "Shizhen Yilu". I was traveling a year ago, and I accidentally read this book from a passer-by. When I saw those two poems today, I thought I had misremembered them." It's over."

Immediately another voice echoed: "That's right, I have also read one of the two poems today, and I have been wondering what happened just now, so it is—"

Han Zhi's face was pale, and he forced himself to calm down and saluted Nan'an Wang Yili: "My lord, please allow me to go over and see what's going on."

King Nan'an's expression was indifferent: "My son, please go."

Tao Yueran got up: "My son, let me go with you."

Confused, Han Zhi nodded indiscriminately.

As soon as the two left, the discussion suddenly rang out.

The bully Rong Xin, who originally thought the poetry meeting was just for fun, had bright eyes, and asked King Nan'an: "Uncle Wang, why is it strange not to see you when such a big incident happened?"

Nan'an Wang smiled lightly on his lips, and his eyes were calm and transparent: "Uncle Wang once read the poems handed down by Mrs. Shizi, and was surprised at how he could write excellent works with different styles and sentiments at a young age. Now, it's not surprising at all. .”

Rong Xin was confused when she heard that, she got up and said, "I'll go and see the excitement too!"

　There is one more tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)