Genius Concubine Daughter: Lord, I will not marry

Chapter 114 You plagiarized your sister's poem She raised her face and looked at the jade steps, saying word by word:

"Auntie Queen Mother, Luo Er has been able to write with her left hand since she was a child."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was stunned and stunned.

Knowing how to write with her left hand...Qi Xia knows this unique skill. I am afraid that there has never been a young lady in history. Well, there is only one now, but this is Yun Ziluo who has been rumored as a waste for 16 years!

It was so shocking.

The queen mother didn't know that she would do this, and her face was beaming with joy, "Really? That's great. Then Luo Er can write with her left hand."

The regent couldn't restrain the shock in his eyes, he looked at her with ups and downs, and he was a little excited when he spoke, "Okay, then, get some more paper, let's start."

Then he drove out Chu Ziyuan, Shi Wangye, Xiao Tong and others who were also stunned.

At this moment, the one who was most surprised in my heart was Yun Qingping.

The Lang Hao she was holding couldn't help but fell on the rice paper, and the clean white paper was stained with a thick black streak.

Impossible, impossible!

How could Yun Ziluo know how to write with her left hand?

A friend is like an enemy!If you want to say that the person who knows Yun Ziluo best in the world, besides Yun Ziluo herself, is Yun Qingping!

Yun Ziluo never learned to write with her left hand!Could it be, could it be that she had planned a long time ago and hid this trick?

Thinking of this, the shock in her heart was beyond words.

"Fourth princess, you have lost your composure." A court lady carefully reminded her, took away the dirty paper and replaced it with a new one.

Only then did Yun Qingping wake up, and found that many people were looking at her with surprise, and her face immediately burned.

The censer in the bronze tripod has been lit, and the curling smoke slowly rises from the center of the hall.

Everyone waited with bated breath for the masterpieces of the eighteen daughters in the field.

Yun Ziluo held a pen in her hand, although she already had an idea in mind to write, she did not rush to write, she looked down at the rice paper, but glanced at Yun Qingping who was sitting on the other side of Yao Lingling from the corner of her eye.

Because, she felt that Yun Qingping was also paying attention to herself.

Yun Qingping held the pen in her right hand, pretending to be thinking, but stared at Yun Ziluo from the corner of her eye.

Yun Ziluo smiled, raised Lang Hao lightly with her left hand, slightly pressed the rice paper with the palm of her right hand, and wrote on the paper fluently.

Writing with the left hand was forced out in modern times to practice the flexibility of the left hand.The accuracy of shooting with both hands at the same time is greatly improved.

Seeing her pen down, Yun Qingping also began to write on the paper immediately, and the speed was very fast, as if she wanted to compare her speed.

Yun Ziluo was startled, and looked sideways, seeing the direction where Yun Qingping's brush head moved, her heart skipped a beat.

Yun Qingping, is she actually writing that poem by Yun Ziluo?

This……

Yun Ziluo saw Yun Qingping finish writing, and the latter raised his face and gave her a provocative smile.

Yun Ziluo thought it was funny, lowered her head, and continued to write the unfinished words. Originally, she wanted to use the hairpin lowercase that Yun Ziluo was best at in ancient times, but the effect of writing with her left hand was far inferior to that of her right hand, so she simply wrote her best. Flowing clouds and regular script.

At this time, Yun Qingping had already handed in the paper.

The Empress Dowager, Chu Hanlin, and the ten princes were passing on her poems, Chu Ziyuan also glanced at them, and everyone nodded.

When Yun Ziluo looked over, the regent's body moved on the grand master's chair, and asked her with some eager eyes if she had finished writing.

Yun Ziluo dried the ink, gently folded the paper diagonally, but did not compact it, and walked over slowly.

At this time, she was the last one to hand in the paper.

The regent ran over, carefully took the rice paper in her hand, opened it and swept it slightly, his eyebrows immediately raised, glanced at her, and handed the rice paper to Prime Minister Yao who was born as the number one scholar.

Prime Minister Yao was holding Yun Qingping's song in his hand, and he didn't even pay much attention to his own daughter's song.

He raised his voice and read: "Peaches are not fragrant, plums and apricots are not yet red, and the east wind is already laughing at the cold. The soul flies to Yuling and spring is difficult to distinguish, and the clouds are separated from Luofu, and the dream is not clear." Come on. Seriously.)

"What a poem with seven characters and four lines! Chong Han has already laughed at the east wind, and the soul flies away, and it is difficult to distinguish the spring from the mountains. It is simply a true portrayal of Hongmei!"

Prime Minister Yao was full of praise, "The lingering rhyme of the last sentence is still there, making someone read it with an unfinished feeling."

Unfinished business?

Yun Ziluo sneered, maybe he didn't finish writing, and this could be an excuse.

The regent's thick eyebrows frowned, and he strode over, "Look at Luo... her poems." Now, when he was asked to say the words "Fourth Princess", he was always awkward, so he simply pointed at Yun Ziluo. .

Prime Minister Yao quickly and solemnly held up Yun Ziluo's poem, and the Queen Mother also looked forward to it with a smile on her face.

"Oh, is it written by Luoer's left hand? It's so beautiful!"

Chu Ziyuan praised from the side.

Prime Minister Yao was also taken aback, and nodded his head in praise, "This handwriting is smooth and flowing, and it is majestic. It really doesn't look like it was written by Miss Yun. The handwriting of the fourth princess is also very good, but in comparison, it's not like that. It's a little less visceral."

Prime Minister Yao blurted out with a lot of sighs, but it touched the scar in Yun Qingping's heart.

Her handwriting is not the same as the hairpin lowercase script that Yun Ziluo practiced with her right hand. How much strength does the deliberately imitated handwriting have?

The regent listened, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he wrote the word, and said in a deep voice: "Read on."

Prime Minister Yao's voice read Yun Ziluo's poem aloud.

"The peaches are not fragrant, the apricots are not red, Chonghan is already laughing at the east wind...Huh? This..."

He glanced at everyone, his eyes were full of confusion, and he continued, "It's hard to distinguish the soul from Yuling and spring, but the dream of Xiage Luofu is not clear."

"Why is this the same as Ping'er's?" Ten Princes called out first.

"That's right, how is this the same as the Fourth Princess's?" Prime Minister Yao also murmured.

Chu Hanlin's face sank after a brush, and he said, "Yun Ziluo, it's fine if you don't know how to write, why do you want to plagiarize? Do you have the face to copy your sister's poems? Hurry up and take it down and rest. "

As he spoke, he picked up Yun Ziluo's rice paper and stuffed it into her hand, his face was as ugly as it wanted.

A yin and yang voice sounded from the side, "How do you know that she copied the fourth princess, not the fourth princess?"

Chu Hanlin was furious when he heard this, and when he turned his head, he saw Xiao Tong with a cool smile on his lips, standing beside Chu Ziyuan who had an ugly face.

"Does this need to be explained? Ping'er was the first to hand in the paper! At that time she hadn't written it yet. Who do you think copied it?"

Chu Hanlin snorted.

"Then how do you know that this poem was not written by the Second Miss Yun in the mansion, but copied by the Fourth Princess?" Xiao Tong's smile became even more sarcastic.

In fact, he didn't know the truth, he just said it based on his feeling.

He didn't believe that Yun Ziluo would copy other people's poems.

If he said it badly before, now she doesn't bother to do such a thing, right?

So seeing that the poems of the two are so similar, he couldn't help but make this bold guess.

Chu Hanlin raised his face and said, "This poem was indeed written by Ping'er. I read it when she wrote it the year before last. At that time, Yun Ziluo probably didn't even know the words, right?"

"Can you write such good characters without knowing the characters?" Xiao Tong pointed to the rice paper and said, "This character cannot be learned in a day or two."

Chu Hanlin also had nothing to say, but just insisted on Yun Qingping's original work.

The dozen or so daughters standing next to them, ministers and relatives all exploded and discussed enthusiastically. The Queen Mother's face was full of surprises, and she remained silent.

Yun Ziluo said, "This poem was written by me in the back mountain of Yunfu in the twelfth lunar month of the previous year."

"Yun Ziluo, do you want to be ashamed? It was clearly written by your sister in the back mountain in the twelfth lunar month of the year before last!" Chu Hanlin couldn't bear it.

"Fourth Prince!" Several stern and cold eyes shot at Chu Hanlin immediately.

An angry look appeared on Chu Ziyuan's face, "Please be careful what you say!"

"Is this the only way for the dignified fourth prince to cultivate himself?" The regent said sarcastically.

Chu Hanlin blushed, "Isn't it?"

Yun Ziluo burst into laughter, "Shameless? Fourth prince, you are asking the wrong person, whoever wants to be shamed and who is shameless will know in the end."

Smiling lightly, her eyes turned to the regent, "This poem has eight lines in total, and there are four more lines after it. Since my sister said that I copied her, then we will separate and write out the next four lines."

Yun Qingping's face changed slightly, and she explained: "I only wrote four lines of this poem at the time, where did the eight lines come from? You added the pen yourself, right?"

Yun Ziluo ignored her, took the rice paper and walked to the seat, Yao Lingling hurried over to rub the ink for her.

When she finished writing, she read aloud to herself first: "Peaches are not fragrant, plums and apricots are not red, and the east wind is already laughing in the cold. It is difficult to distinguish the spring from Yuling when the soul flies away, and the dream of Xiage Luofu is not clear. The green calyx adds makeup and melts into the treasure torch, and the fairy Helping the drunk to cross the remnant rainbow. It seems that it is not an ordinary color, the shade is up to him in the ice and snow."

The noisy voices around suddenly fell silent, and when they suddenly heard the next four sentences, they suddenly realized that it seems that they are only complete when they are connected together.

The regent took the lead and applauded, "It seems that such a sentence is not ordinary, the shade can be determined by him! This is the essence of the whole poem! Fourth prince, if she can write these two sentences, she still has no need to copy them." The fourth princess?"

Chu Hanlin was immediately speechless, reached out and snatched the rice paper, and muttered twice.

"Sure enough, it's a complete poem, and the last sentence expresses an indifferent attitude of indifference to the world. It not only writes about plums, but also points out people, and the realm immediately rises. Could it be that this poem was really written by Yun Ziluo?"

Suspicious eyes immediately turned to Yun Qingping.

"Han Lin, do you suspect me too?" Yun Qingping was flustered, how did she know that Yun Ziluo wrote eight lines of this poem at that time!

"I don't know where Second Sister's four sentences came from, but I did write the first four sentences! If you suspect that I copied her, why didn't I copy all eight sentences together?"

"That's because I didn't write down the last four lines at the time, but I kept them in my heart." Yun Ziluo took her words, "Naturally you only thought that this poem only had four lines."

Prime Minister Yao said affirmatively: "If I hadn't read the following eight lines, I might have thought that there were only four lines, but after reading it, these eight lines of poetry are definitely one, no matter the meaning or the rhyme, they cannot be separated."

Yun Qingping was speechless, she lowered her head and began to cry while holding a handkerchief.

Chu Hanlin's heart was also in a mess, he was suspicious of Yun Qing for the first time, and then seeing Yun Ziluo's good calligraphy and poems, he felt very uncomfortable.

Yun Ziluo said indifferently: "Fourth Prince, let's keep some morals in the future, don't beat someone to death with a stick."

"Okay, okay!" The Empress Dowager walked down the jade steps and said with a smile, "Today's first name must be Luo'er, come here, I will give you a big reward!"

Looking at Yun Qingping, she said: "Luo'er and Ping'er must have exchanged this poem before, I'm afraid it's been a long time, Ping'er only thought that she wrote this poem, so I can't blame her."

The corner of Yun Ziluo's mouth twitched lightly, and there was a weird look in everyone's eyes.

Can you still think this way?

This palace banquet ended with a bang in such a farce.

The queen mother first called Yun Qingping to question her, but Yun Qingping gritted her teeth and refused to admit it. After the queen mother let her go, she called the eunuch who communicated, and ordered, "The matter in Hengzhou is settled, let Jianshu come back immediately. "

You have to ask carefully about this matter, if Ping'er really plagiarized Luo'er's poems, she has to make a plan early to make things right, so as to prevent this from happening again, and let Yun Qingping lose the battle and be ashamed.

Although it is most urgent to raise Yun Ziluo's reputation, Yun Qingping is the blood of the Yun family...

You can't heat up one end and cool the other end.

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Back in the mansion, Yun Qingping was pitiful, Chu Hanlin was lukewarm to her, she had to resort to eighteen methods to deal with it.

"Han Lin, the last four sentences of the second sister were really answered by herself. If she has to say that she is ugly and Yinmao, it means that she has hidden talents for so many years. The truth of the four lines of poetry!"

After saying that, she sat on the bed, and seeing Chu Hanlin's expression softened slightly, she quietly climbed onto his lap again.

"Han Lin...I'm so cold."

She said tremblingly, teasing the man's sensitive parts, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

Chu Hanlin felt hot all over, and the flames rose up. He grabbed her restless little hand suddenly, his voice was already hoarse, "Really? Then I'll warm it up for you."

After a while, the two rolled onto the bed, and the previous unhappiness naturally dissipated.