Chapter 146 The second young lady of the Qin family plagiarized poetry and was besieged by everyone

On stage.

Nangong Huoyue looked at the weak girl who was holding a scroll and needed help to walk out, and her brows suddenly frowned.

People from other families also looked at the Qin family mother and daughter.

Song Fu looked at the scroll in the hand of the weak girl and narrowed his eyes slightly.

His wife, Sun Qiaoxiang, gritted her teeth secretly.

On that same night, both her children died tragically.

Mrs. Wang, the eldest lady of Chengguo Mansion, glanced at the Qin family and then looked behind her, but did not see the figure she wanted to see.

Qin Wenzheng lowered his head and said respectfully: "What the official gave to the eldest princess is a jade Ruyi and a pair of poems, calligraphy and paintings."

Qin Chuan immediately took the brocade box in his hand.

The maid behind Nangong Huoyue came down and took it in her hand. After opening the brocade box and taking a look at it, Fang respectfully handed it to her.

Nangong Huoyue just glanced at it casually and nodded slightly.

The maid closed the brocade box, took away the items, and placed them next to it.

At this time, the mother and daughter of the Qin family had already arrived at Qin Wenzheng's side. Qin Weimo lowered his head and held up the calligraphy and painting in his hands.

Song Ruyue pulled her clothes beside her and motioned for her to kneel down.

When mother and daughter were about to kneel down, Nangong Huoyue said calmly: "Miss Qin's body is weak, so there is no need to kneel down."

Song Ruyue paused and had no choice but to kneel down.

Qin Weimo held up the calligraphy and painting in his hand and stood by himself, his body trembling slightly and he seemed to be a little unsteady.

"Get up and support me."

Nangong Huoyue said again.

Song Ruyue said quickly: "Thank you, eldest princess."

After saying that, he quickly stood up and helped the girl beside him who could no longer support himself.

When the maid next to Nangong Huoyue was about to come down to take the calligraphy and painting from the girl's hand, Jiang Jinnan suddenly laughed and said: "Elder Princess, the second daughter of the Qin family in our Mo City has always been known as a talented woman, although she is weak.

, but can write and draw, and is versatile. The poems given to the eldest princess today must be excellent. Why not let the Qin family's two daughters unfold and read a few poems for everyone to comment and analyze, and you can also ask the eldest princess to help

Give me some guidance."

The maid stopped.

Nangong Huoyue paused, looked at the weak girl in the audience and said, "Then just read two songs. As for the guidance, it's not necessary."

Jiang Jinnan said quickly: "Brother Wenzheng, let Qian Jin read it."

Hearing this, Qin Weimo raised his head and slowly unfolded the poems, calligraphy and paintings in his hands.

The entire hall was silent.

After a pause, the girl's weak voice slowly sounded: "The gold is mixed with the sword and the white jade is dressed, and the light shines through the window at night. The man has not accomplished his merits in vain, and he is independent in Bahuang with the sword. Beijing has made friends with all the wonderful people, and they share the same spirit.

Life and death. Shameless and unknown in the history of thousands of years, but a loyal heart to repay the emperor. You came to join the army in the Han Dynasty, and Nanshan was covered with snow and jade. Although the three households of Chu were able to destroy Qin, how could there be no one in the great flames!"

After the girl finished reading, everyone's eyes turned to the girl in red dress on the stage. After taking a look, they immediately lowered their heads and waited quietly.

No one dared to comment first.

When Nangong Huoyue heard the first two sentences, she frowned slightly. After hearing the whole poem, she pondered for a moment, looked at the weak girl in the audience and said, "Did you compose this poem yourself?"

Qin Weimo lowered his head and said, "The daughter of the people did it herself."

At this time, Mrs. Sun Qiaoyun of the Song family, who was standing not far away, suddenly stood out from the crowd and said: "Elder Princess, she is lying!"

As soon as she said this, everyone in the hall looked at her in astonishment.

Song Fu immediately shouted in a low voice: "Come back! How can you, a woman, speak in front of the eldest princess!"

Sun Qiaoyun still bowed her head and said through gritted teeth: "Eldest Princess, she is lying!"

At this time, the people in the back room also started talking in low voices.

"I seem to have heard this poem somewhere two days ago..."

"By the way, I've heard it too. It seems to have been made by a talented man from the Song family. My son read it several times after he returned home."

In the hall, everyone's expressions changed.

But the weak girl still held the scroll in her hand, lowered her head, and said nothing.

On stage.

Nangong Huoyue suddenly said: "Read the next song."

The girl agreed, and her soft voice sounded in the hall again: "The general opened the gate, and Geng Jie stood in front of the wind. The generals wanted to talk, but they hesitated and did not dare to enter. The sword energy shot into the sky, the sound of drums vibrated the plains, and yellow dust blocked the road.

, the horse chases the army in a hurry. The bow is bent, and the flying arrows gather like rain. The enemy is surrounded for a hundred miles, and five thousand people are beheaded. The horse bleeds to death, and the barbarian hugs the saddle and weeps. In ancient times, armored soldiers were raised, and they were often attacked when something happened. Take me.

When the temple is transported, the envoys will go to war and fight. When the emperor returns to the capital after presenting his victory, how can the military look like this?"

After reading this poem, there was silence in the hall.

Nangong Huoyue frowned, looked at the weak girl in the audience, and asked: "Did you also write this poem yourself?"

Song Ruyue looked ugly and hurriedly pulled at her daughter's clothes.

Qin Weimo lowered his head and said in a soft but calm voice: "Yes."

At this time, Sun Qiaoxiang suddenly bent her knees, knelt on the ground, and said loudly: "Elder Princess, she is lying! These two poems were written by Song Zhengming, the nephew of a commoner's wife!"

The people in the back room started talking quietly again.

"I heard this poem two days ago. It was indeed written by the talented scholar from the Song family..."

"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that this young lady from the Qin family, who looks so weak and pitiful, would be so shameless, steal other people's poems, and even dare to plausibly say that she did it in front of the eldest princess..."

It was unusually quiet in the hall.

Discussions in the back room kept coming.

Song Ruyue's face turned red.

Qin Wenzheng's face also turned ugly.

Nangong Huoyue looked at the family of four, was silent for a moment, looked at the weak girl and said, "Read it again."

Qin Weimo lowered his head to look at the scroll in his hand and continued to read softly:

"The autumn wind blows horns on the fortress, and the sunset flags are setting on the city. It is appropriate for a young man to saddle a horse. To join the military music, don't ask who you are from. The horseman has just passed through Jibei, and the pioneer has moved to the west of Liaoning. The return date is still as late as Liu Yiyi. In the spring boudoir month, the red sleeves are not

Must cry."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sun Qiaoxiang, who was kneeling on the ground, said loudly again: "Elder Princess! This poem is still written by Song Zhengming, the nephew of a civilian woman!"

There was more discussion in the back room.

Song Ruyue finally couldn't help it and said angrily: "Sun Qiaoxiang! You said it was your nephew who did it. What evidence is there?"

Sun Qiaoxiang knelt on the ground, lowered her head, and did not answer.

On stage.

Nangong Huoyue turned her head, glanced at the maid next to her, and said, "Bring over the scroll just given by the Song family."

The maid quickly found the scroll among the gifts, unfolded it, and placed it in front of her.

Nangong Huoyue glanced at the poem above, looked at the weak girl below, and said: "Read it again."

Qin Weimo had a calm look on his face, lowered his head, and continued to read: "Stick to the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. They have been strong despite being struck hard by the winds from east to west, north and south."

"Read it again."

Nangong Huoyue said calmly.

Qin Weimo continued to read softly:

"The counselors in the hall are wearing curtains, and the fierce generals on the side are fighting. The time and place are conducive to harmony. Yan Ke attacks and says Ke. On this day, there are cauldrons and cauldrons on the towers, while he walks on the mountains and rivers with swords. All the people are united and singing in the angry wind. The officials in charge come to congratulate.

"

"Read it again."

Qin Weimo gasped and read out the last poem:

"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, about to destroy it, and the armor's light is shining towards the sun's golden scales. The sound of horns fills the autumn sky, and the swallow's fat is covered with purple at night. A half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River, and the sound of the heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard. Repay the king with gold.

The purpose of the stage is to support the Jade Dragon and die for you."

Nangong Huoyue looked at her and said nothing.

The hall was as silent as a cicada.

The discussion in the back room became even louder.

"Theft! It's all theft!"
To be continued...