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Bai Muxiao glanced at Guan Yubai, the young general who used to be famous and illustrious, stood there elegantly and indifferently, with a faint smile on his lips, and there was not the slightest vigor around him.

If she hadn't long known that he was official, she would only think that he was a literati who pretended to be lofty.

Bai Muxiao was relieved, this Marquis of Anyi was nothing more than a duke of a marquis, and his entire family was killed by the emperor, with no relatives or reasons, no military power, no political power, and even lost his martial arts. But even so, the emperor was still on guard against him, and the ministers did not dare to make friends with him.

Guan Yubai, the only one who can rely on now is the emperor, and only by pleasing the emperor can he win a small foothold for him.

Thinking about it, Bai Muxiao calmed down.

The official language is white with a smile, and her voice is like a good Wen Yu, pure and unparalleled, "I know that Miss Bai is also a great lyricist. I would like to invite Miss Bai to write a lyric with the title of the bright moon and "Shui Diao Song Head" as a lyric..."

Hearing this, Bai Muxiao's heart was relieved. Since ancient times, poets and lyricists have loved Song Yue, and she has a lot of poetry of this type.

Sure enough, as she expected, Guan Yubai was just taking the opportunity to please the emperor. The legendary Guan Yubai, who was said to be witty and unparalleled in the face of power, was nothing but a man of power.

The corners of Bai Muxiao's lips were slightly curved, and her smile carried a hint of publicity and pride. She used to be too careless, and from now on, she will never give anyone the opportunity to bully her and humiliate her.

The official language Bai Wenrun's voice continued, "...It's just that, it seems a little boring. Why don't you add some fun in another way, how about rubbing "Bodhisattva Man" and "Shui Diao Song Head"?"

Bai Muxiao's smile froze on her face.

Knead and mix? Official language white... What does he mean?

"Marquis Anyi, please tell me how you want to blend it?" The emperor also had a hint of interest in his eyes. When two word cards were blended together, it was naturally not the inherent format of peace. beautiful thing.

Guan Yubai's face was light and clear, and he suggested with a smile: "It just so happens that the last sentence of "Bodhisattva Man" has the same number of words as the last sentence of "Shui Diao Song Head", and the tones are still harmonious. How about swapping the last two lines of "Shuidiao Getou" with the last two lines of "Bodhisattva Man"?"

The flatness of the upper and lower end sentences of "Shuidiao Getou" is: "中軄中平俄, 中廄仄平平". Replace it with the end sentence of "Bodhisattva Man", then the new end sentence is: "中軄軄" Pingping, Zhongping, Zhongpingping."

When everyone heard it, they were also very interested, and some people even ordered the palace servants to fetch the pen and ink, write down the new level, and hummed.

Bai Muxiao's heart was completely cold, her heart was turbulent, and she was uncertain.

Swap flats?

When she was studying at Nangong's family, she also learned rhyme book, and she still understands Ping Zhe, but understanding and using it are two different things. The most important thing is that after changing the flat and flat, it is not the "Water Melody Song Head" that she knows!

What should she do?

Bai Muxiao's heart was in a panic, she quickly glanced at Guan Yubai, was this occasional, or...

No, it can't be!

The emperor looked at Bai Muxiao and asked with great interest, "Miss Bai, would you like to try it?"

Bai Muxiao's face was extremely stiff, her lips moved slightly, and she was speechless.

"White girl?"

The smile on the emperor's face narrowed slightly, and it seemed that he was a little unhappy.

Bai Muxiao knew that in this situation, she would never say "no", only...

Bai Muxiao took a deep breath and said, "Min girl... as ordered."

Soon, someone from the palace prepared a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on a desk, sharpened the ink for her, and laid out white paper.

Bai Muxiao sat down behind the desk with her back straight.

Time becomes particularly difficult at this moment...

Bai Muxiao held the pen tightly, the pen full of ink never fell on the paper.

Bai Muxiao's mind was blank, and the pen in her hand seemed to be heavy.

Seeing that she hadn't written for a long time, the people around her started to riot again. After all, in the past, Bai Muxiao's wit and quick thinking were obvious to all. She has always been calm and confident, and her thoughts are flowing, but this time she seems to have encountered an unprecedented problem. , unable to write for a long time.

Bai Muxiao's silence and rigidity attracted more and more attention. Everyone whispered and speculated. Even Han Lingfu was worried and asked, "What's wrong with Xiao'er?" Could it be that you are not feeling well? Is there any difficulty?

Nangong Yue's eyes gradually became complicated, and she looked at Bai Muxiao deeply. Everyone was still confused, but at this moment Nangong Yue was already convinced.

In her previous life, Bai Muxiao's poems were always at her fingertips, and she never thought more than a cup of tea time, as if she really came down to earth, born to write poems.

This is the first time that Nangong Yue has seen Bai Muxiao troubled by writing poems...

It seems that his guess and Guan Yubai's guesses are indeed correct. The poems that Bai Muxiao once wrote are not her works!

Otherwise, people who can make such a masterpiece will be stumped because of the inconsistency between this level and the original word!

It's just, how did Bai Muxiao get those poems of different styles, and each of them is enough to last forever...

Yuan Yuyi pulled Nangong Yue's sleeve and asked with her eyes: Yue'er, what happened to your cousin today? Doesn't she do amazing things every time the situation gets more urgent?

Nangong Yue smiled but said nothing.

Time was passing little by little, Bai Muxiao's body was as stiff as a puppet, she knew she had to write something, otherwise it would only make people more suspicious.

She took a deep breath, and finally she gritted her teeth and picked up the wolf pen on one side, dipped it in ink and started writing.

Seeing that her thoughts seemed to be settled, everyone's expressions were relieved, and they felt that it was probably just a sudden change of flatness, which made Bai Muxiao unable to change for a while.

Bai Muxiao wrote stroke by stroke, never feeling that writing was so difficult.

Calligraphy is the mind and heart of the writer.

The irritability in her heart was revealed in the strokes and strokes.

After she worked hard and finally closed the pen, the palace servants who served on the side immediately helped her dry the ink, and then picked up the white paper and recited: "When is the bright moon? Ask Qingtian for the wine."

Different from the very bland opening of the previous "Silent Night Thoughts", these two sentences made everyone present brighten up, "When is the moon coming? Ask Qingtian about wine", regard Qingtian as a friend, and ask about wine, which is really unrestrained and extraordinary. This opening is already a well-known sentence, and it really doesn't look like a delicate little woman did it.

The palace servant continued to read: "I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this evening. …"

At this time, the audience was silent again, and everyone was immersed in it. Many ministers who loved poetry had closed their eyes in intoxication, and shook their heads as the palace servants chanted.

Until the palace servant said: "Dance to understand the shadow, why does it seem to be in the human world?" Immediately someone showed a strange look, these two sentences are still good sentences, but there seems to be something wrong...

How does the palace servant who reads the poem understand the way of peace and zeal, and he doesn't understand what's wrong at all, so he continues to recite and read Xia Que: "Zuanzhu Pavilion, Low Qihu, Zhao Wumian. There should be no hatred, what is the long way to farewell? …”

The commotion gradually subsided again, because aside from the mistakes in the last sentence of the upper que, the lower que is wonderful. Especially the three sentences "people have joys and sorrows, the moon has cloudy and sunny days, and this matter is difficult to complete", which made the listeners feel the same, as if thinking of the pain of parting with relatives and friends, but there is a glimmer of hope in their hearts, after all, the moon has When there is a circle, there are times when people meet.

Just as everyone's voices sighed with emotion, the palace servant finally finished the last two sentences: "I hope that people will last for a long time, and we will live together in a thousand miles."

There was an uproar!

If this is a "Water Melody Song Head", it can definitely be called a masterpiece that has never been seen before or since. From the layout to the setting to the words, there are countless advantages. All make people feel meaningful and emotional.

But the problem is-

The text is wrong!

Bai Muxiao's words are still in accordance with the original "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", whether it is "Dancing to understand the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?" "Shuidiao Getou" is flat and flat: "Zhongzi is in the middle of the flat, and the middle is flat." Instead of the new flat and flat: "The middle is flat, the middle is flat and the middle is flat."

Just like writing an essay, no matter how good the essay is, no matter how high the idea is, no matter how beautiful the words are, once the essay is not correct, it is inferior.

The format of Bai Muxiao's song is wrong. If it is an exam or a competition, she will be the first to be disqualified.

The emperor's face was not very good-looking, and he did not speak for a long time. Originally, the song "When Will the Bright Moon Come" in the Mid-Autumn Festival was such a good story, but Bai Muxiao made a mistake.

How could Bai Muxiao even make mistakes?

Chen Dashi said with emotion: "The flaws do not hide the beauty. This song "Shui Tiao Song Head" has a lofty and innovative conception, and the artistic conception is fresh and picturesque."

"That's right." Another minister said, "'I hope that people will last forever, and we will be together for a thousand miles'. If the words are changed for the sake of peace, I am afraid it may not be so subtle." The minister could not help thinking: Could it be that Bai Muxiao refused to write for a long time before , is this tangled?

"Even if it's a masterpiece, it's a big mistake if it's flat!" Another person said. This person looked at Bai Muxiao suspiciously, this woman can write such a good sentence, can't she really think of other poems to deal with the new peace?

It always feels a little weird!

Everyone expressed their opinions, and the discussion became more and more heated.

Among the several Baiyue envoys in the rear, the saint lowered her clothes and lowered her eyes thoughtfully. Although she did not know why Bai Muxiao made such a mistake, in her opinion, it is not difficult to revise the level, even if the verse can be understood. It's not as good as it is now, but the whole sentence is excellent, even if there are a few weak words, it will not hide the flaws, and it will not cause controversy...

If it is said that Bai Muxiao is everyone, that's all, everyone always has everyone's heart. But she is only a local girl, if she is so arrogant in the face of the emperor, she will not be reduced to the point of being just a concubine.

Taking a step back, even if Bai Muxiao was really reluctant to bear these two good sentences, he could still write two different versions based on the original Ping Ze and the new Ping Ze. And she didn't do it, could it be because...she couldn't do it?

In other words, although Bai Muxiao is good at writing poetry, he actually has a big disadvantage, that is, he is not good at flatness?

Li Yi squinted her eyes slightly, and the thought made her feel ridiculous. The rhyme book was the foundation of the foundation, and anyone who opened the door would definitely learn it. How could a person who can make so many masterpieces not even be good at mediocrity?

Li Yi raised his eyes meaningfully at Bai Muxiao, and looked at her anxious eyes under everyone's gaze.

At this time, Master Li of the Hanlin Academy stepped forward and proposed loudly: "Miss Bai, the song "When Will the Bright Moon Come" is indeed a masterpiece, but this 'the text is wrong', it always makes people feel that it is a fly in the ointment. It's better like this , the girl will modify it again? Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"

Master Li's proposal immediately attracted everyone's chatter. Most people felt that this idea was indeed a good idea, and even Han Lingfu felt that his eyes lit up. This was a great opportunity for Xiao'er to save the situation!

As long as you think about it carefully, you must be able to figure out a suitable sentence.

With Xiaoer's talent, there must be no problem!

No one expected that Bai Muxiao didn't make a sound for a long time. When everyone was waiting for a commotion again, Bai Muxiao said slowly: "Master Li, forgive the people's daughter." Her breath was a little impatient. , but still said calmly, "Since this word has been completed, it has a life like a baby, and I can't destroy it."

Her chin was slightly raised, and the silver moonlight covered her with a hazy veil, which was very noble and extraordinary.

A young Hanlin in his early twenties was thoughtful, looking at Bai Muxiao with a hint of respect in his eyes. This song "When Will the Bright Moon Come" is so unparalleled that everyone who hears it is convinced.

Several other officials were also touched, but most of them were still skeptical, and felt that Bai Muxiao's remarks were a little far-fetched.

Guan Yubai watched this scene calmly. As far as he was concerned, he just wanted to find out who the poems came from. Now that the goal has been achieved, he doesn't care what happens next. After all, Bai Muxiao was just a person who didn't matter to him.

The emperor's eyes were slightly dark, and his expression was deep and incomprehensible. After a while, he suddenly said to Guan Yubai: "Marquis Anyi, you wrote this question, what do you think of this poem?"

"Your Majesty." Guan Yubai smiled slightly and said indifferently, "This word is a masterpiece that will be famous for centuries, but it's a pity..."

What a pity, Guan Yubai didn't say it, but the meaning behind it was obvious.

Seeing that the emperor looked at her with more and more doubts, Bai Muxiao finally couldn't hold back her impatience, and blurted out, "What do you mean by Marquis Anyi?"

The corners of Guan Yubai's lips curled into a smile that was not a smile, and said in a meaningful way: "...If I ask another question, would Miss Bai give it a try?"

He got it!

He really knew it!

Bai Muxiao suddenly felt a thunderclap, and her mind went blank for a moment.

It turned out that what happened today was not a temporary intention, but he did it deliberately... How is this possible? ! These poems she wrote had no source at all, why would he know? !

Before she knew it, Bai Muxiao's back was dripping with cold sweat. In front of Guan Yubai, she was as ridiculous as a clown. He seemed to be able to see through everything about her easily, down to her soul.

Although she tried to calm down, her pale face and chaotic eyes had already revealed her heart.

The emperor has been looking at her, at this moment, he can already be sure! How dare this daring civilian girl dare to deceive the king to such an extent!

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, Guan Yubai wanted to ask another question, but Bai Muxiao didn't dare to answer, and even the reaction was so intense, there must be something strange!

Even Han Lingfu felt something was wrong at the moment, Bai Muxiao's panicked eyes made him wonder one after another, he could no longer deceive himself, Xiao'er was really wrong!

But in any case, everyone knows that Xiao'er is his woman. If she loses her face in front of everyone's eyes, his face will not be much better.

Han Ling calmed himself down, took a step forward and pretended to be indifferent and said with a smile: "Father, although writing poetry is elegant, it still needs to eat the fireworks of the world. Now it's almost time to guard, and the seats in the Mingyu Palace are ready, I don't know the father. Can you set up the Ming Jade Palace?"

His move was abrupt, even a fool could see that he was saving Bai Muxiao.

For a time, Han Lingfu suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention. The people who were suspicious at first suddenly felt the truth because of Han Lingfu's words.

In the crowd, a **** couldn't help but said to a friend beside him: "Miss Bai is so talented, how could she make such a mistake today?"

"Yeah." The friend also agreed and said casually, "It's not like she doesn't understand Ping Zhe, right?"

"What are you joking about, Madam Wang, don't know how Ping Zhe writes lyrics?" an oval-faced girl said, "I have heard two poems written by Miss Bai at Jinxin Club, not only Ping Zhe is correct, but also very wonderful, enough to be remembered forever. ."

"Then why did Marquis An Yi just modify a few lines in "Shui Diao Song Head", and Miss Bai can't?" A young woman asked everyone's doubts.

"Could it be that those words in the past were not made by her?" The oval-faced girl guessed hesitantly. At first, she felt that her guess was absurd, but after thinking about it, she felt that this was the only way to explain what was wrong with Bai Muxiao at the moment.

Everyone's guesses are inevitably passed into the emperor's ears, making him even more annoyed.

She was deceived by her, and she praised her poetry again and again. Now that I think about it, it's like a joke. Maybe others will think that this emperor is so blind!

But no matter how angry the emperor was, it was inconvenient to question Bai Muxiao in front of everyone's eyes.

After all, Bai Muxiao, representing Dayu, won the Baiyue Saintess in the Poetry Competition of the Jinxin Club. If Bai Muxiao was suspected of cheating, wouldn't it mean that the Baiyue Saintess won the fourth consecutive championship in the Jinxin Club? That would really lose Da Yu's face!

The emperor no longer wanted to think deeply, and said coldly, "Place the Mingyu Palace!"

A good Mid-autumn moon viewing is ruined!

Han Lingfu was also not feeling well, the kind of discussion just now seemed to have provided an answer to the countless doubts in his heart, an answer that was simply unacceptable to him. If Xiao'er's poems were really not written by her, then she has been lying to him all the time?

He was deceived by the woman he loved the most...

Han Lingfu didn't dare to look at Bai Muxiao, for fear that he could not help but want to ask clearly.

Han Lingfu closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and quickly followed behind the emperor.

Soon, all the ministers and female relatives left with the emperor's footsteps, and no one paid any attention to Bai Muxiao, leaving her alone standing there. .

She stood there, looking at the back of someone in the crowd leaving from a distance, he was still so elegant and dignified, like a banished immortal...

He gradually moved away, never looking back at her from beginning to end,... Did he not want her?

Her heart was so painful that she could hardly breathe, and a humiliating and unwilling flame ignited in her heart...

Why did they hurt her like this? !

Why? !

Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't even notice that when Qi Yi was leaving, she gave her a special look.

Qi Yi and A Chi were walking at the end of the crowd at the moment, when they saw the latter smiled sarcastically: "So she didn't make the words at the Jin Xin meeting.... However, Emperor Dayu sees that. I dare not recognize it.”

"The Jinxin Club has passed. Even though Emperor Dayu has not reached a conclusion on this matter, she is still the leader of the Wensai of the Jinxin Club." Li Yi thought very clearly, "In the end, we are weak, Your Highness. It's still in the hands of Emperor Dayu, so now, I can't question Jin Xinhui's agreement... I was worried that Bai Muxiao was very high-spirited, and it was difficult for her to accept cooperation easily, but now, I Ninety percent sure."

"Your Highness, when are you going?"

"No hurry," said Qiu Yi thoughtfully, "I won't be too late to go when she is desperate... It shouldn't take long." This time, she will definitely make a great contribution to redeem the last Jin Xin meeting. Pass.

As Qi Yi expected, Bai Muxiao really quickly reached the point of nowhere.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, rumors circulated in Yinglan's palace that she had stolen other people's poems, and even said that those poems were written by a poor scholar, and Bai Muxiao exchanged him for him on the condition of funding her studies. Writing poems and lyrics for himself, the speculation during this period is occasionally fragrant, as if the third prince has already been covered with green clouds.

As soon as Bai Muxiao stepped out of Lanzhuzhai, she would be greeted with disdain by everyone.

Plagiarism is the most despised act.

How much they admired the poems she "did" in the past, how much disgust they now have for her character.

Even Han Lingfu was a lot colder to her, and he never appeared in front of her again for several days, and he was no longer the same as before.

The people in the palace are all human beings. Originally, seeing that the third prince is very fond of this side concubine who has never been through the door, all of them are very enthusiastic and serve them attentively. But now, when she found out that she seemed to have fallen out of favor, it changed immediately. Not only did her maid go to the big kitchen to get the meal, but even if she wanted to take a bath, it would take an hour or two for the maid to ask for hot water.

Bai Muxiao originally thought that the days after she was brought back from Nangong Mansion to Bai Mansion were the most humiliating times in her life. However, at that time, she had the status of the third prince's concubine anyway, and the White House would not be too scornful of her. And now...

She once thought that even without Han Lingfu, she could live a good life by herself and start a new relationship. However, the reality seemed to laugh at her naivety, revealing the cruel truth to her again and again.

"Big girl." Bihen carried a three-layer food box into the room and said softly, "Dinner has been brought, do you want to eat?"

Bai Muxiao nodded, Bihen put the food box on the table and took off the lid. She paused for a moment, then smiled reluctantly and said, "Miss, the slave seems to have taken it wrong, slave..." As she spoke, she was about to put the lid on.

"Let me see." Bai Muxiao reached out to stop her, took the food box and looked at it.

Her example is four dishes, one soup and two plates of dim sum. In the edible box, there is only one plate of the most common white sugar cake, a plate of green leafy vegetables, and a bowl of soup that has long been cold. Other than that, there is nothing else.

This meal was getting worse day by day. She had been mentally prepared, but she didn't expect to do it so disrespectfully.

Is this the warmth of human affection?

"The kitchen must be wrong." Bihen said hurriedly, "The slaves are going to change now."

"No need, so as not to make people laugh." Bai Muxiao waved weakly and said, "...You guys take it and eat it, and let me be alone."

Bihen and Bi Luo glanced at each other, and quietly retreated with the food box.

Bai Muxiao walked to the window alone, it was pitch black outside, and the heavy night seemed to engulf her heart.

"Why, why are they killing me?"

In the past few days, she kept recalling the events of the Mid-Autumn Festival night and night. She was almost certain that it was a game, a game that Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai set up against her.

She has always had no grudges and hatred with Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi must be doing this because someone instigated, and only Nangong Yue would be so shameless.

It's Nangong Yue! Must be her!

Bai Muxiao clenched her fists tightly, her face full of hatred...

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint!