The mysterious husband of the domineering peasant girl is not easy to bully

Chapter 648 Plagiarizing Poems
Everyone agreed with the emperor's proposal.

Lin Yinuo nodded immediately and said that she was very willing to write another poem with the theme of peach blossoms again.

And An Xuerou was not calm anymore, she didn't expect Lin Yinuo to compose one more song, how should she lie about this now?

Lin Qingmei tugged at An Xuerou's sleeve and asked her to lean over, and she whispered something in her ear again.

Lin Yinuo saw all this in his eyes, Lin Qingmei, your wings are hardened when you come to the capital, and you have learned to plot against her.

An Xuerou came out of her seat and stood beside Lin Yinuo and said, "The little girl is also willing to make one more song."

"Okay! Write it down on paper." An old man said.

"Is it okay to read it out? The little girl has twisted her hands in the past few days, so it's inconvenient to write." An Xuerou said anxiously.

"Yes, but for the sake of fairness, you will come first this time." Another old man stroked his beard and said.

An Xuerou panicked this time, just now Lin Qingmei told her that as long as Lin Yinuo recited, she would recite accordingly, there was absolutely no way for everyone to determine who plagiarized whose poems.

Apparently, Lin Qingmei has long hair and short knowledge. She doesn't know that these old men of letters have a lot of ways to deal with people who plagiarize poems.

"Next, Ms. An will improvise a poem about peach blossoms on the spot." An old man said loudly.

An Xuerou bit her lips, thinking that she couldn't read the poem she wrote, and she would be ruined as soon as she read it, so she simply pretended that her mind was blank now and she couldn't write it.

In this way, they have nothing to do with her, because after the trouble just now, it is not surprising that there is no inspiration.

"Oh! I was dizzy from anger just now. I have a headache now, and I really can't write good poems." An Xuerou said in pretended pain, stroking her forehead.

Those old men exchanged glances with each other and then nodded, one of them said, "Are you sure you can't do it?"

"I'm sure!" An Xuerou didn't know why the old man asked such a question, but she nodded in agreement.

This time, all eyes were on Lin Yinuo.

Lin Yinuo said calmly: "My father liked reading and composing poems very much during his lifetime. I was also fond of reciting poems and composing Fu after being influenced by him. This matter is not difficult for me. Just now, I thought of a few more words: peach red The rain is over again, the willows are greener and the morning smoke is more festive. The flowers have fallen and the children have not been swept away, and the birds are still sleeping."

"Good poem! This one is even better than the one just now!" the five old men said in unison.

This time it was clear at a glance who plagiarized whose poem, An Xuerou was so embarrassed that she couldn't bear it, she covered her face and ran away.

Prime Minister An was really ashamed this time, he sneaked away while everyone was not paying attention to him.

Lin Qingmei looked at Lin Yinuo in disbelief, she had miscalculated this time, she thought that when Long Haoyu gave her mutton just now, the poem that Long Haoyu secretly made for her was at most one poem, but she didn't expect it to be more than one.

Lin Yinuo walked up to Lin Qingmei and slapped her hard twice: "Next time you want to plot against me, please be smart, or you will lose all the face of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Sister Nuo, what are you talking about? You are my sister, how could I plot against you?" Lin Qingmei cried loudly on purpose.

She did this to let everyone present know that they were sisters.

But Lin Yinuo didn't know her way. She smiled and said to everyone: "Many people on the field know my life experience. I have no father or mother. I only have two young brothers. Where is my sister? She even No lie will be made up."

(End of this chapter)