After the tender beauty was reborn, the husband of the god of war competed for favor

Chapter 60 This Is Written by My Sister

Song Jiuxi looked at Song Wanwan's poem that was hung on the top of Deyun Restaurant, and then she frowned.

The style of this poem does not look like it was written by a woman, because this poem is about a man's career ambitions, and his lofty ambitions are overwhelming.Moreover, the style of this poem is completely different from Song Wenzhi's previous poetry writing style.

Ordinarily, Song Wanwan was taught by Song Wenzhi, so she should have inherited Song Wenzhi's style.

Amidst the applause, suddenly there was an abrupt voice. "Is this poem really written by Miss Song Er?"

Yongjia smiled and said, "I'm not the only one who thinks this way, there's another one."

Everyone looked at the person who made the sound, and saw that it was a young Confucian scholar, he was wearing a gray and washed Confucian shirt.The appearance is handsome, the temperament is as clear as bamboo, but the expression is very serious.

Someone in the hall exclaimed: "This is this year's Tanhualang Shen Changshu."

This year, the number one scholar in Chunwei is an old examiner in his forties who has passed the imperial examinations countless times, but he won both Tanhua and the second place.

The second place was Lin Anyan, the eldest son of the Lin family, but Tanhualang was Shen Changshu, a poor scholar who came to Beijing from other places to rush for the exam.

So Lin Anyan and Shen Changshu became the objects of comparison among the people in the capital. Both of them have the best appearance and top-notch knowledge.

But because Shen Changshu's family was poor, he never participated in their casual talks, and he was very serious, so his reputation among literati was not very good.

Some literati who were not used to Shen Changshu said: "Master Shen, you are here again, have you read Miss Song Er's poems? I am here to pick on other people's faults."

"Although I haven't read Miss Song Er's poems..."

"Haven't read it? Then you are still talking about it? Mr. Shen, you are just a small editor of the Imperial Academy, why are you talking so loudly?"

The person who spoke was also a student who participated in this year's Chunwei, but he only passed the Jinshi examination.But his family members are all high officials in the imperial court, so they are not afraid of Shen Changshu, a poor scholar, who came up to edit the Hanlin Academy.

Seeing that someone had been refuting Shen Changshu all the time, Song Wanwan had a gentle smile on his face. "Master Shen, do you think there is something wrong with the poem I wrote?"

Shen Changshu was not angry when he was refuted, he continued to say seriously: "I just think this poem is like Brother Lin's poem."

Song Wanwan's heart tightened, Lin Yixian couldn't listen anymore. "What nonsense are you talking about? This poem was written by sister Wanwan. What does it have to do with my brother?"

Lin Yixian was very angry, she took Song Wanwan's hand and said, "Sister Wanwan, don't listen to his nonsense, I know you wrote this poem." Song Wanwan smiled and shook her head: "Originally we gathered here It is also to share the poems I wrote for everyone to comment on, everyone has different opinions, isn't this the meaning of our mutual learning?"

The others praised Song Wanwan's words.

"It's Miss Song Er who is smart and understanding, we are willing to bow down."

"Second Miss Song is not only talented, but also kind-hearted."

Shen Changshu didn't care about this at all, he said: "When I was talking to Brother Lin before, I heard him say the last line of this poem, so I said that this poem was written by Brother Lin."

Song Wanwan's eyes darkened, and then she squeezed the veil tightly.

"What's the matter with you? I told you why you can't understand." Lin Yixian said angrily, "Sister Wanwan wrote this poem and showed it to my brother. My brother thinks it's very well written. , and have been putting it in the study to appreciate every day. Today, I came to see Miss Wan Wan, so I took out this poem. "

Song Wanwan's heart tightened when she heard Lin Yixian say it all.But seeing Lin Yixian's expression, she knew that Lin Yixian thought the poem belonged to her.

Song Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, and after listening to Lin Yixian's words, the others believed even more that the poem was written by Song Wanwan, and they just showed Lin Anyan to read it beforehand.

So everyone began to blame Shen Changshu.

"Master Shen, you accuse Ms. Song Er without any evidence. Do you know how stigmatized it is to plagiarize other people's poems and articles?"

"Hmph, I think Mr. Shen is now an official, and his majesty is on display."

"That's right, Miss Song Er ignores him, we all feel that with Miss Song Er's talent, how can she plagiarize other people's poems."

Song Wanwan smiled, and looked at Shen Changshu with a look of contempt flashing in his eyes.

At this time, Yongjia upstairs couldn't stand it anymore, and she said loudly: "Since someone doubts Miss Song Er's talent, Miss Song Er should prove herself."

Song Wanwan raised her head abruptly, and frowned when she saw Princess Yongjia, and then she saw Song Jiuxi next to Princess Yongjia.

Song Jiuxi could clearly see the panic in Song Wanwan's eyes. She had no proof that the poem was not Song Wanwan's, but she believed it when she saw Song Wanwan panicked.

Song Wanwan maintained the smile on her face and said, "Why should I prove that I wrote this poem? Do I still have to prove that I am right because of it?"

As Song Wanwan spoke, her eyelashes drooped as if feeling sad and aggrieved.

A discerning person could see that he was being bullied and dared not speak.

Song Wanwan's fans couldn't stand it anymore, and said to Yong Jia upstairs: "The princess is too bullying. The princess can't understand poetry, and she came to question the poems written by Miss Song." "Miss Song But the number one talented woman in the capital can't be questioned by any casual person, wouldn't that make us fools?"

Yongjia became angry, and drew out his whip to teach others a lesson.Song Jiuxi stopped her hand and said, "You think this poem was written by Song Wanwan, but we don't think so. Since everyone has a disagreement, let someone prove it. If it is proved to be our fault, then I will be a sister." How about a public apology to Song Wanwan?"

"How to prove this? Who will prove it?"

Song Jiuxi said: "Didn't Mr. Shen say that this poem belonged to Mr. Lin? Why don't you just invite Mr. Lin over and you'll know."

Song Wanwan said anxiously: "Mr. Lin is busy now, I'm afraid I don't have time..."

Song Jiuxi smiled: "There is no time for us to wait, and sister, what are you afraid of? The Holy Majesty has already married you and Mr. Lin, and we are still afraid that Mr. Lin will hide it from you."

"Song Jiuxi, don't talk nonsense. Even if my brother comes, my brother will still say that this poem belongs to Sister Wanwan, because this poem was originally written by Sister Wanwan. Right, Sister Wanwan?" Lin Yixian looked at Song late at night.

Song Wanwan couldn't keep the smile on her face anymore, her right eyelid twitched violently.

"Yixian..." Song Wanwan grabbed Lin Yixian's hand, wanting her to report to Lin Anyan not to come over.

But Lin Yixian thought that Song Wanwan was frightened, so she comforted her and said, "Miss Wanwan, I believe in you."

"Yes, Miss Song Er, we also believe in you." Others present also began to express their views.

Song Wanwan couldn't speak anymore, her face turned pale.

Song Jiuxi raised his lips and said meaningfully: "Then ask the owner of the restaurant to send someone to invite Mr. Lin. When Mr. Lin arrives, it will be clear who wrote this poem."

(End of this chapter)