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It's not just Ye Yinming, all the students in the pavilion are excited and excited, one student couldn't help but blurt out: "Shanchang, is this true?" His tone showed a bit of eagerness to try.

Not everyone can go to the Imperial College to study. The Imperial College has gathered the best resources of Dayu, from the master, to the collection of books, to the classmates, all of them are top-notch.

Yu Shanchang stroked his beard with a smile. He didn't show any displeasure at the student's questioning, and said jokingly, "Sir, when did I make a mistake?"

The student touched his nose embarrassedly, the other students laughed, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed.

Yu Shanchang said again: "Then today's poetry meeting will start here, and now Mr. Wang will write the questions for you."

Speaking, Yu Shanchang stretched out his hand to a gentle middle-aged man with a short beard beside him: "Mr. Wang, please."

Mr. Wang first nodded to Yu Shanchang, then took out a piece of folded silk paper from his sleeve, slowly opened it in the eyes of everyone, and said loudly: "Nan Liang is threatening, my generation Although students can't go into battle to kill the enemy, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, and today's topic is—" Having said that, he turned the spread out silk paper toward the crowd, "War!"

In an instant, Ye Yinming's high-hanging heart settled down, and the fist in his sleeve stretched out.

Concubine Wei did not lie to her sister, the title of this poetry meeting is really this!

Ye Yinming's eyes were half drooping, and there was a flash in his eyes that he must win, he must win!

"One stick of incense for a limited time! Start!"

After Mr. Wang said the start, some servants lit incense.

The students in the field also began to study ink one after another. The faint fragrance of ink fluttered in the breeze in the Xiu Pavilion, and the people around them couldn't help but calm down.

Soon, some students took up the wolf pen and began to write one after another, including Xuan Ming.

Ye Yinming never moved, and he didn't know what he was hesitating about.

Ye Yinming couldn't help but glance at Xuan Ming, the last hesitation in his heart disappeared when he looked at the decisive and calm eyes of the other party.

He took a deep breath, wrote calmly, dipped in ink, and then finished writing a poem in one go...

After finishing the pen, Ye Yinming looked around and saw that some of the students were writing and writing, some were hesitating in the air, and some were still sitting there scratching their chins. Only two or three students were writing in succession. The pen, put the wolf cent on the pen.

At this time, only one third of the incense stick was burned, the green smoke curled up, and the breeze was blowing.

Ye Yinming sat calmly behind the desk, dried the ink, and then stared at the incense stick and burned it little by little...

When the time came, a group of servants in green clothes immediately collected the poems. The three servants first copied a few copies, and after concealing the inscriptions on the poems, they were handed over to the mountain chief and the guests for appreciation. The principle is set aside for now.

In other words, if Yu Shanchang and the others have chosen the leader, if others have objections, they can still raise it in public.

Once a year, there was a guest who was arguing with the crowd, and the gentlemen of the academy were speechless. It is also a beautiful talk at the show.

Nangong Yue, who had just arrived, didn't know about these anecdotes, but she heard a lot of them as the female relatives around her chatted with each other.

At this time, the woman who had led them through the road took a stack of poems and walked up the corridor on the second floor, went straight to Nangong Yue and Xiao Fei, and said blessedly, "Prince Concubine, Miss Xiao, this slave has taken it. A copy of the students' poems, would you two want to comment?"

Xiao Fei said with great interest, "Show me and my sister-in-law."

So, the woman divided the stack of poems into two parts and presented them to Baihui and Taoyao respectively, and then the two maids handed them over to their masters.

And the other people on the second floor, there is another stack to see each other.

Xiao Fei flipped through it with great interest, chanting words from time to time, and when she saw the masterpiece, she chanted it directly, her eyes shining brightly.

Nangong Yue also slowly turned over the poems, one after another. The students who will come to participate in the poetry festival today are all outstanding students in the Southern Border. These poems are generally not bad, but because they are temporary propositions , it is rare to have a masterpiece that stands out from the crowd...

Suddenly Xiao Fei touched his palm and whispered, "Miao! Miao!"

Following that, she chanted in a low voice: "The black cloud is pressing down on the city and the city is about to be destroyed, and Jiaguang opens up to the sun and golden scales. The sound of the horns is full of autumn colors, stuffed with Yanzhi and the night purple. Half-rolled red flag is in Yishui, frost I can't bear the heavy drums and chills. Repay the emperor's favor on the golden stage, and help Yulong die for the emperor. ... Sister-in-law, look, this poem is wonderful!" Xiao Fei said, and handed the poem in her hand to Nangong Yue.

When Xiao Fei whispered, Nangong Yue was a little stunned. At this time, she took the poem and read it again, and her brows could not help wrinkling.

It is undeniable that this is indeed a masterpiece of the ages! But... Nangong Yue always felt a little familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

Nangong Yue silently recited word by word, and just after reading a few words, her pupils shrank, she suddenly thought of something, and she almost stood up without gaffe.

She did hear it!

This poem should have been written by Bai Muxiao!

No, in other words, this was done by Bai Muxiao in the previous life a few years later, when Dayu and Beidi fought at the end of the battle.

The question is, how did this poem appear here? !

Bai Muxiao's poems have been proven to be plagiarized.

Could it be that the poems she plagiarized were actually ghostwritten by a certain student present?

No, it shouldn't be possible, Guan Yu Bai also said that Bai Muxiao's poems are of different styles and will never be written by the same person!

What's more, although I don't know where Bai Muxiao's poems came from, most of them were created on a temporary basis, and it was difficult to find someone to write them in advance.

Furthermore, this poem should have appeared in a few years. The difference in the experience and knowledge of the writer will affect the choice of words and sentences, and the words cannot be exactly the same.

Nangong Yue carefully read the poem again, and her eyes fell on a few words.

Autumn colors, easy water, red flags...

According to Mr. Wang's opening remarks, the title of this time "War" should be based on the current war with Nanliang. Although it is not forcibly required that students can only write about this war, the poems are based on feelings. With the move, the battle of Nanliang is imminent, so the few poems she has seen are all based on this battle.

Only this one.

It's autumn, it's summer now.

Yishui is not a place name in southern Xinjiang.

The red flag, Xiao Yi's flag is silver on a black background...

Do people who write just do what they want?

Nangong Yue was thinking about it when she heard Xiao Fei say cheerfully: "Sister-in-law. This poem must be the leader of today! I don't know which genius did it!"

Nangong Yue stared silently, Xiao Fei said it well, this poem has the momentum of being the best at first glance, and it is probably the leader today.

If this poem is really plagiarized, wouldn't it be too unfair to let that brazen person replace the truly talented person to go to the capital and go to the Guozijian!

Nangong Yue lowered her eyes slightly, whether or not this poem is truly a work of real talent.

Thinking of this, Nangong Yue called Baihui and gave instructions.

Bai Huifu took the lead, and went downstairs in a hurry, and came to Yu Shanchang to pass the word.

Yu Shanchang had a surprised look on his face, nodded slightly, and said a few words to the young servant in green beside him.

The servant in Tsing Yi hurriedly went to read the original works of those poems, checked them one by one, and went over to answer them. Afterwards, the students in Yushan Changchaotang looked at them and said loudly, "I don't know if Young Master Ye Yinming is here?"

Ye Yinming hurriedly stood up, a little uneasy in his heart. Of course he still remembers Baihui and knows that she is Nangongyue's maid, but before Baihui came down, he probably didn't know that the poem was written by him... Could it be that Miss Xiao saw her poems and admired her greatly, so the prince The concubine ordered Baihui to come down and ask?

The more Ye Yinming thought about it, the more excited he became. His heart beat like thunder, and he leaned over and said, "The student is here!"

For a time, all the eyes in the Xiu Pavilion were focused on Ye Yinming, and many people were guessing vaguely whether the name of today's leader would fall on Ye Yinming?

Yu Shanchang said again: "Young Master Ye, about your poems, Concubine Shizi wants to ask you a few words."

Prince Consort? Not Miss Xiao? Ye Yinming was lost at first, but then he said to himself that Miss Xiao has not left the cabinet yet. Even if there is something she wants to say to herself, it is not very convenient, so the concubine Shizi will come forward.

Ye Yinming maintained a gesture of bowing and continued: "The students listen to the teachings of the princess."

Nangong Yue on the second floor looked at Ye Yinming below with a complicated expression and some emotion, but he didn't expect it to be him! Ye Yinming was able to win the top prize in his previous life. He should be talented and learned. I hope he will not do anything to destroy his future.

Nangong Yue gave Que'er the poem in her hand, and she recited, "The dark clouds are pressing down on the city and the city is about to be destroyed, and Jiaguang opens golden scales to the sun..."

There was a commotion in the audience, whispering, all showing praise:

"It turns out that this poem was written by Young Master Ye, wonderful, it's really 'rarely heard in the world'!"

"Isn't it another good story that the show can produce this masterpiece?!"

"Yes, yes. This Young Master Ye is truly talented!"

"..."

Ye Yinming's heart was soaring with the praises coming from all around him, and he straightened his back unconsciously. As he expected, today's leader is none other than him!

After Queer finished reading the poem, Nangong Yue spoke up and asked, "Young Master Ye, is this poem famous?"

Ye Yinming pondered for a while, and then said: "The students of this poem have not been named yet, so let's name it "Joining the Army" first."

After a while of silence, Nangong Yue said again, "Young Master Ye, can you please explain the meaning of this poem?"

Paraphrase? ! Ye Yinming blinked, this poem is not a difficult work, and he still needs his interpretation? ! Isn't the prince concubine the direct daughter of the Nangong family? It seems that this dignified Nangong family is nothing but a false name!

The other people in the pavilion also looked at each other and whispered, thinking that this request was a bit strange.

Under the eyes of everyone with different expressions, Ye Yinming rationalized his thoughts, then straightened his chest and explained aloud: "The enemy soldiers are rolling in like a black cloud, trying to destroy the city wall; , the sun shone on the armor, and a golden light flickered. In the autumn, the loud bugle shook the sky and the earth; in the dark night, the blood of countless soldiers condensed into dark purple. The red military flag was half-rolled, and the reinforcements rushed to..."

Ye Yinming realized something was wrong as he read it, but the poem had already been presented, and at this time he had no way out.

He could only continue as if nothing had happened: "The reinforcements rushed to Yishui; the night was cold and frosty, and the drum sound was gloomy and low. All the soldiers and soldiers just wanted to repay the kindness of the king.

He spoke with impassioned enthusiasm. Most of these young literati were passionate, and all of them were full of enthusiasm, as if they wished to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and defend the border for Dayu.

Others didn't notice Ye Yinming's slight pause and change just now, but Nangong Yue, who had been paying attention, noticed it, and the corner of her mouth curled into a smile that was not a smile.

At this time, she had already confirmed six or seven points that this poem was not written by Ye Yinming at all!

She decided to try it on the next day!

"It's a rare good poem..." Nangong Yue said slowly, Ye Yinming felt relieved, and felt that he had escaped, but the next sentence was heard by the other party: "Young Master Ye, dare to ask What does 'easy water' mean?"

Ye Yinming snorted for a moment, he really came to whatever he was afraid of. But was Concubine Shizi asking casually, or did she sense something.

Ye Yinming hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly replied, "Yishui is a place name."

Nangong Yue replied indifferently, "I also read "Dayu Kyushu Chronicle" when I was in my boudoir, and 'Yi Shui' sounds a little strange. I dare to ask Ye Gongzi which state this 'Yi Shui' is in?" She didn't dare to say that she was familiar with the names of the Dayu states, but just now, Ye Yinming only had a slight pause on the word "Yishui", and she naturally grasped this point.

The other party seemed to be asking for advice, but Ye Yinming was already panicking, his heartbeat was pounding faster, he doubted whether the princess knew about it, and then said to himself that it was impossible, this poem was just written by a commoner woman, I also get it from time to time, how could the imperial concubine know about it!

In a flash, Ye Yinming was already thinking about it, and his first instinct wanted to answer Yanzhou, but then he thought that Yanzhou was only a few dozen miles away from the capital, what if the concubine had been to Yanzhou? I want to talk about Bingzhou, but Bingzhou was invaded by Xiye a few years ago, so it became the focus of attention...

After hesitating again and again, Ye Yinming finally answered with difficulty: "Xuzhou."

The surroundings were quiet again, and Nangong Yue slowly recited: "The sound of horns fills the sky and the autumn colors are filled with Yanzhi and the night purple. Young Master Ye, it is the borderland, I don't know what Xuzhou counts. jammed..."

Oops! Ye Yinming secretly said that it was not good, for a moment, his face was as pale as paper. This is not good, he is still careless!

At this time, after Nangong Yue's reminder, many students also felt a little subtle. What the princess said was not bad, Xuzhou is inland, how can it be called a plug? If nothing else, this omission alone makes this poem feel flawed. More importantly, Concubine Shi Zi held on to "Yi Shui". Could it be that there is something hidden behind this poem?

Nangong Yue's voice was slightly cold, and she continued to ask, "Young Master Ye, is there really a place like Yishui in Xuzhou?"

Ye Yinming's body almost trembled slightly, and he didn't know how to answer. The princess has really discovered it! How could this be? !

Ye Yinming couldn't help but think of what happened back then. Two years ago, when he was still in the capital, he used to sell calligraphy and paintings to supplement his family. One day, a young girl in white happened to pass by his booth and saw a picture of a horse marching in the army. She became very poetic and read out the song "From the Army". Later, the girl specially asked him to inscribe this poem. After painting it, I bought the calligraphy and painting with 12 taels of silver.

The song "Journey to the Army" was really amazing. At that time, Ye Yinming couldn't help but ask the other party who wrote this poem. The girl said indifferently that she saw Ye Yinming's painting and felt deeply, so she made it. this poem.

The girl walked away, but this peerless masterpiece left a deep scar in Ye Yinming's heart like an invisible knife... Until this time, my sister Ye Yili told him that the title of this poetry meeting was " War", this poem naturally appeared in Ye Yinming's mind. Ye Yinming was convinced that if he used this poem, he would definitely be the leader!

But even so, he didn't think about using it at first.

Since he got the title, he has also written a few poems with great effort, but with "Journey to the Army" on the side, every time he compares it, he feels that the poems he has written are simply not worth mentioning.

until today...

But--

How did the princess see that something was wrong? !

Just for an "easy water"?

Nangong Yue raised her voice and suddenly sternly said, "Young Master Ye, why don't you speak! Do you think you can't find people from Xuzhou in my southern border?"

Ye Yinming couldn't help but step back a few steps and bumped into the chair.

Hearing this, everything is clear.

These students all understand that Xuzhou is afraid that there is no place in Yishui at all, and everything is just nonsense by Ye Yinming.

If it's just a fabrication, it's fine, but the princess pretends to hide it when she asks, what's the reason for this?

A student hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but said, "Is this poem by Ye Yinming written by someone else?"

At this time, many people had similar doubts. As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ye Yinming.

Ye Yinming is still young after all. Except for his poor family, his life has been smooth sailing. He has never experienced such a battle. He suddenly felt a panic. He wanted to say that he did not plagiarize, but his mouth moved and moved, but he couldn't Can't make a sound.

As a result, the eyes around him gradually changed from scrutiny to suspicion...

Finally, someone sneered and said, "Oh, it turned out to be plagiarism!"

This sentence completely broke Ye Yinming's heart defense. He only felt that his feet were soft, and he fell back and sat down.

This time, even those who had some doubts were convinced. If Ye Yinming wasn't guilty, how could this be?

Whether someone catches a knife or plagiarizes other people's works, this is a taboo for literati!

For a time, the entire hall was in a commotion as if a drop of water fell into a hot oil pan, and everyone said in a loud voice:

"Sure enough!"

"It's shameless to plagiarize!"

"I originally heard that he was appointed as the secretary in the palace at a young age. He must have outstanding talents. I didn't expect that his moral character was so despicable!"

"Maybe his fame is also obtained by others!"

"..."

For a time, those contemptuous, contemptuous, and disdainful eyes were like swords slashing Ye Yinming's body, and he felt as if he was suffering from a thousand cuts.

Yu Shanchang glanced at Ye Yinming lightly, and didn't ask anything. He just stood up and cupped his hands to Nangong Yue in the corridor on the second floor: "Thank you, the concubine, for speaking with justice."

If the concubine hadn't been vigilant today, I'm afraid Ye Yinming would have been fooled, and the truly talented people would have been missed.

However, Yu Shanchang frowned, since Ye Yinming was looking for someone to catch a knife, he must know the topic in advance...

Although the quizzes of the Huixiuhui were not as good as the imperial examinations, in order to show fairness, not many people knew about it, so Chief Yu Shan decided to check it out later.

Yu Shanchang continued: "This old man will inform the mountain chief of Qingmao Academy."

Nangong Yue looked at Ye Yinming below and shook her head.

Misbehavior will leave stains at light, and will be deprived of fame at worst... I wonder if Ye Yinming will regret acting so rashly now.

Ye Yinming was about to collapse. At first, he knew that the mountain chief was a man of high integrity and integrity, and he could not hold a grain of sand in his eyes. If this matter was handled by the mountain chief, he would be afraid...

Ye Yinming only felt that his ears were rumbling, he couldn't hear anything, and couldn't think about anything...

However, no one pays attention to him anymore, when he doesn't exist like air.

The poetry meeting continued, and the judges including Yu Shanchang quickly selected today's leader, Xuan Ming.

Everyone swarmed up to congratulate Xuan Ming, Xuan Ming naturally thanked them politely one by one, Ye Yinming on the side stared blankly at Xuan Ming surrounded by everyone, the person who was in the limelight should be himself, it should be himself!

Ye Yinming lost his soul, and no one knew when he left Huanxiu Pavilion...

He returned to Ye's house in the west of the city in a daze. Ye Yili was waiting for good news in the house. When she saw her brother came back, she hurriedly greeted her with a smile on her face. She was about to ask, but found that Ye Yinming's expression was a bit wrong.

Ye Yili froze for a while, then she calmed down and asked softly, "Brother, but what happened?"

"It's over, everything's over." Ye Yinming murmured, there was no trace of blood on his face, and his eyes were so empty as if his soul had been taken away.

This is the first time Ye Yili has seen her brother like this. Even though his brother was lingering on the sick bed, he never gave up hope. She couldn't help but feel a little flustered and asked anxiously: "Brother, what's the matter with you? ... Don't scare me. what."

Ye Yinming suddenly came back to his senses, a pair of dark eyes stared at Ye Yili blankly, the blue veins on his forehead bulged, and he raised his voice and said: "It's all your fault, it's all your fault..." His eyes were full of resentment , staring at Ye Yili as if seeing some enemy.

This sudden accusation made Ye Yili take two steps back. After a while, she recovered her voice and whispered, "Brother..."

Ye Yili didn't understand what she had done wrong, and she would let Ye Yinming say these words. She admits that she has always done her best to her brother, and for him, she did not hesitate to go against her heart to beg the concubine and the king of Zhennan...

Everything she did was for her brother, but now her brother was accusing her like this.

Ye Yili bit her lower lip, suppressing the tears in her eyes, and said, "Brother, are you misunderstanding me?"

"Misunderstanding?!" Ye Yinming held his head in his hands and shouted hysterically, "It's obviously all your fault! If it wasn't because you asked someone for a question and then leaked it to me, how could I have done that kind of plagiarism? thing?"

Plagiarism! ? Miss Ye was shocked and almost blurted out to ask Ye Yinming how this happened.

"My fame, my future, my everything is all over!" Ye Yinming said more and more excited, like a trapped beast, his eyes were red and bloodshot.

Ye Yili took a deep breath, although she still didn't know what happened at the show meeting, but since "plagiarism" was mentioned, then this matter must be no trivial matter, she cheered herself up and said comfortably: "Brother, don't Urgent... We think of a way, there will always be a way! We used to be so difficult, didn't we survive it?"

"How? What else can I think of..." Ye Yinming muttered to himself.

He suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, as if the drowning man had caught a life-saving straw, and he grabbed Ye Yili's shoulders with both hands. When his emotions were out of control, the strength of his men became a little out of control, and Ye Yili's face showed pain when he grabbed it. , but Ye Yinming didn't realize it, and said eagerly, "Yes, there is a way! Sister, don't you know the prince? Go to the prince and ask for mercy for me. As long as the prince speaks, it doesn't matter. It's all over?! It's all because of you, you must help me... sister, you must help me!"

There was a crazy light in his eyes, and his eyes were burning.

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