After rebirth, the female supporting role only wanted to have a grand funeral

Chapter 84 "Ascend"

Passion comes fast and goes fast.

The crowd lost the strength to scream and yell, and quickly fell silent, only reminiscing about the few poems just now in their hearts.

While reminiscing, I have to retell it several times while shaking my head, and finally slammed my mouth and said "Miaozai, Miaozai" a few times.

Xue Shu also clicked her tongue twice, feeling that the play was almost done, she looked away, and prepared to change into a more comfortable posture, and began to drink tea.

It seems that Chu Chu has successfully made a name for herself through those poems just like in her previous life.

It doesn't matter, let Chuchu be happy again, anyway, her book of poems has been printed, and it will come in handy sooner or later.

The good show is yet to come.

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When some people calm down, some people stand up and set off new waves.

"Miss Chu, Princess Yongjia has already said that original poems are required, and your poem...isn't original, is it?" The beautiful woman looked directly at Chu Chu with a mocking tone.

Xue Shu was startled, she suddenly turned her head to look at Qin Xiang: "What's going on?"

Qin Xiang spread his hands innocently and said, "I don't know."

She is just a poor little girl whose poetry collection was robbed, what can she know?
Perhaps her mother had shown her little sister a collection of poems?

Maybe her little sister told her daughter when she was free?

Maybe someone just remembered?

Perhaps those who remembered the verse happened to be at the feast?
Coincidence, all coincidences, she doesn't know anything.

Qin Xiang was not guilty at all, and looked at Xue Shu with a ignorant look.

Playing dumb, she's good at it.

Sure enough, Xue Shu didn't feel anything wrong, and she didn't have time to think too much, the good show has already been staged, if you don't watch it now, when will you wait?
Chu Chu's face was a bit stiff, but she was confident that no one in the world knew those verses, so she could hold her own: "What do you mean? I wrote these verses here in front of everyone today, they are not my original creations. , who else could it be?"

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone echoed——

"Yeah, we are all scholars too, if such heroic poems existed in the world, how could we not know about them?"

"Miss Wu Er, don't you be envious of Miss Chu Chu's literary talent, that's why you made up all these things. You want to slander Miss Chu?"

"That's right, Second Miss Wu, literary talent can be poor, but character can't be bad!"

"You girls, it's fine if you're used to being jealous, but Miss Chuchu has real talent, so I won't allow you to arrange things at will!"

The last young man scolded all the women present at once.

Tolerable or unbearable.

The women also got up and cursed back one after another, Qin Xiang also jumped up and yelled a few times, cursing so much that the man almost wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

It is conceivable that after today's banquet, this man may not be able to find a good marriage in the capital.

The second Miss Wu listened to the quarrel, sneered, and said, "Literary talent? Then I'll compose a poem too, to show you what real literary talent is, okay?"

After hearing this, the faces of the young gentlemen showed a bit of disdain.

Throughout the dynasties, it has always been that men have studied knowledge more deeply. After all, men have to take scientific examinations, unlike women, who only need to know a few words and be able to compose poems.

Throughout the ages, how many talented women can there be?
As knowledgeable as Chu Chu, it is difficult to find one in thousands of years.

Besides, this second Miss Wu grew up in the capital. Everyone in the audience knows how important she is. Seeing her blatantly challenging her, no one took it to heart at all. He looked at Miss Wu Er with the look of looking at a clown, waiting for her to make a fool of herself.

The young masters didn't like Miss Wu Er, but the girls all looked at her eagerly, expecting her to become a blockbuster, and then slapped those low-looking things hard.

The second girl Wu coughed twice and cleared her throat: "...the wind is rushing, the sky is high and the ape is screaming, and the white bird is flying back in the clear sand. The boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Thousands of miles of sorrow and autumn are often guests, for more than a hundred years Sickness comes to the stage alone. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frosty temples, and the new wine glass is stale—how?"

This is her most impressive poem.

She didn't know how complicated the poet's experience was, and she didn't know where the poet was and what state of mind he was in when he wrote the poem. She just heard it once, and she would never forget it again.

Looking at the cracked expressions on the faces of the young masters opposite, Miss Wu Er let out a long sigh of relief and asked loudly, "Have you ever heard of this poem?"

Everyone shook their heads with complex expressions.

"This Wu family's second child is actually so powerful?" Xue Chen's eyes widened in surprise, and Jing Xing's expression also moved slightly.

It's okay for Chu Chu, after all, she just came to the capital, so there is a possibility of hiding her clumsiness.

But this second girl Wu grew up in the capital, and it has never been heard that she is good at composing poetry.

This... can't be hidden, right?

Miss Wu Er snorted coldly, she turned her head to look at Chu Chu, and said: "According to what Miss Chu Chu said, I wrote these lines in front of everyone here, and no one has ever heard of this poem, so this poem Should it be my original?"

Chu Chu's face was already pale, her cherry lips were slightly parted, and she looked extremely surprised.

how come? !

How could she know this poem? !

This is the main event she deliberately kept!
Seeing that she was silent, Second Miss Wu called out again: "Miss Chuchu?"

Only then did Chu Chu manage to come back to her senses, laughed dryly twice, and said, "Of course it is."

"But this is not my original work!" The second girl Wu was waiting for her words, "A few days ago, my mother went to Mrs. Qin's house as a guest, and this poem was excerpted by my mother from Mrs. Qin and brought back. !"

As soon as these words came out, Chu Chu's face became gloomy again.

Those verses were originally known only to her.

Why is this man...

Wait - Mrs. Qin?

Chu Chu narrowed her eyes, and her eyes fell on Qin Xiang.

Not to be outdone, Qin Xiang stared back.

She is not scared!
There was a lot of discussion on the field because of Wu Er's remarks.

Some people have already believed what Miss Wu Er said, but some people refused to believe it, and they all asked Miss Wu Er to produce evidence.

As a result, Second Miss Wu flicked her sleeves, raised her head, and said, "There is no proof, believe it or not, anyway, this poem is not my original, nor is it Miss Chu's original."

Her aptitude is limited, and writing poetry is almost killing her.

Because of this, she especially cherishes the fruits of her labor.

She not only cherishes her own, but also cherishes others.

Such a good line of poetry, which combines the spirit and integrity of the poet, if it is used by another person to gain fame, it will be a kind of pollution to the poet and the poem itself.

Seeing that she didn't want to talk anymore, most of the people were entangled.

"Since there is an anthology of poems that contains such good poems, why don't we know about them?" The young master finally got to the point.

Miss Wu Er sneered, and said: "It's a shame that you still claim to read thousands of volumes of books. I, a little girl, know this collection of poems, but you don't. How dare you ask? I'm afraid that others won't know that you are stupid, aren't you?"

These words not only blocked the young master's words, but also caused embarrassment to appear on the faces of most of the men present.

Xue Shu and Qin Xiang looked at each other.

This girl...is fierce.

(End of this chapter)