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And she also thought of a way to deal with it.

"Big miss..." Mu Yuxi sighed, very helpless, "you want to find a cushion, why bother to pull me again."

"The one on the back? Oh." Muyun chuckled, "you know very well whether it's on the back."

Mu Yuxi looked helpless. "Well, miss, you said that the poems I wrote were stolen, so which poem I wrote was stolen? Do you have evidence? You know, if you show evidence, you are slandering me."

"Yes! Mu Yunyi, don't let the dog bite! The poem you stole from others has been exposed, and you have to pour dirty water on others. Where's the evidence? The evidence!" Princess Yongle immediately stood on Mu Yuxi's side and opposed Mu Yunyi.

Even his royal highness, the prince, was angry. "Muyun, you have to think about what you're talking about!"

Mu Yun's eyes swept from these people. The cold eyes made people's spine numb. The feeling of fear came back!! All of a sudden, the rightful momentum of several people was half extinguished.

"Of course I know what I'm doing, but I don't know my second sister, Mu Yuxi, do you think clearly? What are you doing..." Mu Yunyu's eyes fell back on Mu Yuxi.

Now, Mu Yuxi has to hold on even if she is tough. She pinches the palm of her hand with her fingers, which makes her calm a little, "Miss, you said I was stealing other people's poems. Do you know that I started writing poems at the age of 12 and participated in the poetry conference at the age of 14. Although I dare not say that everyone knows about my poems, the whole country knows by no means a few. If my poems are really stolen from others, how can it be that no one has stood up to question me for so many years Sentence? "

Yes, if Mu Yuxi really stole other people's poems, I'm afraid someone would have stood up and identified Mu Yuxi, but it hasn't been for so many years. Mu Yuxi doesn't mean that she only wrote one or two poems. Her poems are scattered, and there are more than 20 poems. If such a large number were stolen, no one could have noticed it.

So mu Yuxi's poems were written by herself, not stolen.

Muyun, this is a complete frame up!

"No one came forward to frame you?" Mu Yun sneered. "That's because you stole all the poems of the dead. How can the dead speak and come out to question you!!"

"Young lady, you're getting more and more ridiculous!" Mu Yuxi understood what Mu Yun was talking about. The dead, Li Bai, Du Fu and Wang Wei, are not dead!

"Outrageous, what I said is not as outrageous as what you did. You said you started writing poetry at the age of 12. Oh, you should say you started stealing poetry at the age of 12! From your first poem, you stole other people's poetry. So far, none of your poems is written by yourself! All your poems are stolen by others!"

"If I steal other people's poems, the poetry conference will be banned for life! You are not allowed to enter all kinds of banquets, poetry clubs and bookstores in Kyoto! What about you!" Mu Yunyi took two steps forward, and the powerful momentum directly forced Mu Yuxi to step back, "You stole other people's poems and took them for yourself for so many years! You also used other people's poems to achieve your name as a talented woman. Although I used other people's poems, I never said that these poems were made and written by myself from beginning to end! I still want some face compared with you! You don't want face at all!"

"No shame!"