Chapter 270 Revealing Zhou Qinghe

Zhou Qinghe stood up and said: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for loving my daughter. In order to prevent my beloved daughter from being laughed at, I grew up in a folk church and wrote an article to help Shi Hui enter Qingming College.

As for the two poems just mentioned by Shi Hui, they were also written by me to make my daughter famous. These two poems are now in my daughter’s study. I don’t know if they were taken out by the maid in the study and given to outsiders. .

If your Majesty doesn't believe it, send someone to search your daughter's study. "

Lu Chen said: "My aunt is really determined not to die until she reaches the Yellow River. The mountain is blocked by heavy snow. I and the Crown Princess Qiu Yue just went down the mountain early this morning. When can I get the poems in my aunt's study?"

Zhou Qinghe said: "Your Highness, I didn't mean this. It's just that these poems were indeed written by me."

"What I did for Shi Hui is to love my daughter. This child has suffered too much."

Qiao Jinniang said: "You have a great love for your daughter, but you steal other people's poems and turn your beloved daughter into a thief. Is this the so-called love for your daughter?"

Zhou Qinghe glared at Qiao Jinniang and said, "Princess, I am your elder, why do you keep calling me a thief?"

Qiao Jinniang smiled and said: "I haven't talked about my aunt yet, why should my aunt take my place?

The thief I am talking about is Zhou Shihui. Poetry is a person's talent. How can a mother use this talent for her daughter?

Are the talents that are not one's own, after all?

Since you are a talented literary woman, you should know that these poems take a lot of effort, how can you make a name for others casually.

As a mother, she doesn’t teach her daughter how to improve her talents, but directly lets her become a liar without integrity. It’s really ridiculous! "

Zhou Shihui suddenly shed tears of grievance.

However, Qiao Jinniang added: "Also, my aunt said just now that those poems came from your study. It just so happened that Qiuyue layman also wrote those poems in Laojun's Qiuyue Zhai!"

"My aunt wrote it last night. Heavy snow blocked the road, and even homing pigeons couldn't fly up it. Where did the poems in Qiu Yuezhai come from?"

Zhou Qinghe said: "The poems in my study were also written in the past few years."

Qiao Jinniang smiled lightly, "That's just right. Just like what I did just now, my aunt will write a poem that has never been known to anyone. How about it?"

Zhou Qinghe said: "How can it be so easy to write poetry? If something like this happens, how can there be any interest in poetry?"

Qiao Jinniang exclaimed, "Oh? But in the past, the people in Luoyang praised my aunt for her talent. These famous lines came casually! If my aunt doesn't write a poem today, doesn't it mean that your poems are stolen by Qiuyue layman? Ancestor’s?”

"Zhou Qinghe, please write a poem quickly to show them how powerful you are."

"Yes, yes, each of your previous poems was extremely powerful. I can use only 30% of your skill to restore your innocence."

Zhou Qinghe thought for a while and said: "Okay, in that case, I will compose a poem on the Mid-Autumn Festival eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I will go on a clear tour to prepare for the Yuan Dynasty. Sprinkle the sky with buckets of light, and the ground will be full of orchestral music. The sound of the leakage of the pot will dry up, and the flame of the window lamp will be gone. Faint...The shadow of the crane crossing the cold pond..."

I saw Zhou Qinghe saying more than ten sentences in a row.

Qiu Yue interrupted Zhou Qinghe and said: "Leng Yue Buries the Flower Soul, Zhou Qinghe, do you think I won't be able to memorize the poems in the dialect book of my senior Cao Gong?

Unfortunately, Cao Gong is the originator of storybooks. I have read his "Stone Notes" more than ten times, but I have memorized all the poems and judgments in it.

It would be too despicable for you to steal his poems. "

Zhou Qinghe said: "Why do you say that I embezzled it?"

Qiao Jinniang chuckled and said, "Then after you cross the crane's shadow in the cold pond, you can pick up the next sentence, maybe?"

Zhou Qinghe said: "The shadow of the crane crossing the cold pond, the shadow of the clear moon..."

Qiao Jinniang chuckled.

Zhou Qinghe looked at everyone present and almost laughed out loud.

Prince Rong Xiaojun said: "How can you, mother and daughter, have the nerve to say that Fulu is a dandy? I am a dandy, and I know that the crane shadow and the flower shadow are not together, not to mention the sentence that the layman Qiuyue just said that the flower soul is buried in the cold moon. That’s a great punch line!”

The literati in Qingming Academy responded one after another, "There has never been such an irregular verse about the shadow of a crane versus the shadow of a flower. Even those mountain villagers who don't know how to write poetry wouldn't be able to write poetry like this!"

Zhou Qinghe said: "I just said something wrong for a moment. I wrote more than ten lines of poetry at once, and I made a mistake out of nervousness."

"Why would a talented woman who everyone supports let go of such a mistake?"

Qiao Jinniang said: "Zhou Qinghe, the poems you wrote in Luoyang in the past were all written by Qiuyue Jushi's master Li Qingzhao. Now, do you want to continue to be arrogant?"

Zhou Qinghe shook his head and said: "No, no, you are talking nonsense. Those poems were all written by me. If it was written by Li Qingzhao, how would I know her poems? Why doesn't she become famous with these poems? You have the ability to ask her to come out and confront her. !”

Qiao Jinniang said: "Zhou Qinghe, since you still want to quibble, then go ahead and write another poem...

As long as your writing is neat this time, I will believe you. The previous poems were all written by you yourself. "

The more panicked Zhou Qinghe became, the more he wrote a poem: "The cold sky above Yuanpo means that the four seas are the same. How do you know that there is no rain or wind thousands of miles away?"

She even forgot who the author of this poem was. She only remembered that when she was in school, her professor liked this poem and gave her an assignment to appreciate it.

She couldn't believe it. How could layman Qiuyue be able to recite such a biased poem?

Sure enough, she saw the embarrassment on Qiuyue's face.

Prime Minister Lin's face was extremely dark and he said: "This is the poem that my student, the new scholar Li Qiao, wrote in the Prime Minister's Mansion during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. Although it is not famous, all the students who came to the Prime Minister's Mansion to admire the moon last year heard about it. poetry."

"How come this poem was made by Zhou Qinghe and you?"

Qiao Jinniang said: "Now, Zhou Qinghe, you won't say that Li Qiao stole your poems last year, right? Time and time again, Zhou Qinghe, you don't think we are all fools."

The literati in Qingming College were already angry.

Those eyes that looked at Zhou Qinghe with admiration turned into contempt.

"Bah, it turns out that all her poems were copied!"

"So are those famous quotes from the ages really written by Qiuyue Jushi's master? Why doesn't that Li Qingzhao come out?"

Qiao Jinniang said: "Li Qingzhao is a low-key person, and he doesn't like fame and fortune. Who knows, someone has a bad idea and robbed her poems for his own use. It's really disgusting!"

Mother and daughter Zhou Qinghe and Zhou Shihui felt a burning pain on their faces.

"Zhou Qinghe, it's a good thing that I still like you so much. It turns out it's all fake! It's so disgusting. I even spent a hundred taels of silver to buy her poetry collection. It's so disgusting!"

"The most talented woman in a millennium steals other people's poems and is so harsh-spoken. How can mother and daughter have the dignity to be so popular with everyone!"

How many people liked Zhou Qinghe before, but now how many people hate and despise him from the bottom of their hearts!