"You said I copied you? These poems of yours haven't even been spread out, how did I copy them? "Ye Fan couldn't help but be amused. This person was quite interesting.
Su Shuashan calmly shook his head, "Who in the Imperial City doesn't know that there are many scholars in my residence? I have never avoided writing poems, drinking and singing.
If I really want to find out who stole these poems, I really can't find out. After all, there are too many scholars coming and going. Even the servants and maids in my residence can recite many poems.
In the past, there were a few times when my poems were spread out. There were people who were greedy for fame and fortune and impersonated me, but I was too lazy to care too much about it.
This time, if you hadn't plagiarized too much and caused such an uproar, I wouldn't have directly exposed you in the hall. "
"Nonsense!" Who can prove that this poem was written before my big brother recited it?
Moreover, my big brother encountered the scene of the wedding and the banquet. How could he coincidentally write a poem on the spot? "Ye Xianqing said with dissatisfaction.
Su Shuashan's face stiffened as he sneered, "I, Su, have written many poems. He just happened to pick a few and say them out loud. What's so strange about that?
What, could it be that I, Su, plagiarized his poems?
When I, Su Shuashan, published a book of poems at the age of ten, may I ask what Prince Consort Ye was doing? Was there any work that came out?
Before I married the Grand Princess, as far as I know, I didn't seem to have anything to do with the world of poetry, right?
Suddenly, not only did he come out of nothing, he was also able to produce these excellent poems. I'm afraid that anyone with a bit of intelligence would not easily believe him, right? "
As soon as these words were spoken, the hundreds of teachers and students of the Heaven's Inquisition all nodded in agreement.
"Support Senior Su!" Senior Su is the number one scholar in the Imperial City, is there a need to doubt it? "
"That's right, he must have memorized a lot of Senior Su's poems and used them!"
Many of the girls at the scene couldn't wait to start expressing their support. Ye Fan's sudden rise in power, his poems were all over the place, and he was also bestowed the title of Godly Doctor Prince Consort.
Therefore, everyone had their doubts about Ye Fan's achievements.
In comparison, although Su Shuashan's poetry collection could not be considered as ironclad evidence, most people were still willing to believe that these poems were created by the number one scholar of the Imperial City.
"All of you … all of you are making wild guesses! This is not evidence at all! "Ye Shuangqing was so anxious that she was about to cry. Her body was trembling slightly.
However, Fan Xian stretched out his hand and gently hugged his sister's shoulder. He patted her and said with a calm smile, "It doesn't matter. Let's go home and let them say whatever they want."
Ye Fan didn't want to argue with Su Painted Fan. If he really wanted to compete, he could recite hundreds and thousands of famous poems.
But … what was the point? He had indeed borrowed the poems of ancient literary giants, but it was not his own creation. He was not interested in borrowing it to make himself famous.
Besides, no matter how good his poems were, he could not prove that Su Painted Fan's poetry collection was fake.
If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext.
Su Painted Fan was not stupid. He naturally knew that the public opinion was biased towards him. That was why he dared to casually take out a poetry collection that could not be considered as evidence.
"Big brother … I feel terrible in my heart! What right do they have to say that about you? "Ye Shuangqing clenched her fist and said bitterly.
"Aiya, even if my poems aren't as good as his, my medical skills are still better than his. It's fine as long as I have one." Ye Fan comforted with a smile.
"Little girl, hurry up and leave! This is the Heaven's Inquisition Academy! In someone else's territory, it's best to leave! "Ye Danqing urged in a low voice.
Ye Shuangqing had no choice but to leave with him.
She knew that once she left, the news would definitely spread on the internet. Ye Fan would become a plagiarist, a thief of literature, and would be disgraced by others …
Although Su Painted Fan was unable to produce sufficient evidence, so Ye Fan would not be punished, Ye Fan's newly risen reputation could be considered to be completely ruined.
"You left just like that? Do you have any backbone? "A gentle female voice was heard.
She was wearing a white fur coat with a matching waist dress. Her hair was tied into a ponytail with a colorful hairband, and she was wearing a pair of high heels and camel colored boots …
Endless Night, who was dressed differently, appeared at the entrance of the lecture hall.
This princess, who paid attention to her image, was flanked by four ordinary looking, neatly dressed maids, as if they were deliberately trying to contrast their master's beauty.
Seeing that Endless Night had also arrived, the lecture hall was once again in an uproar. The students clearly did not expect that the two most popular people in the Heaven's Inquisition would actually come to the scene.
"What does this have to do with backbone? It's something that can't be explained in the first place, so why waste time?" Ye Fan smiled and shook his head.
Endless Night was rather dissatisfied. Her eyes revealed a hint of craftiness as she said, "This princess was just about to return to the mansion. I heard that you were going to confront Su Painted Fan, so I specially came over to take a look.
You actually didn't even defend yourself. Didn't that mean that you admitted that you were a literary thief? Those poems of yours were all copied from Su Painted Fan?
If it was any other poem, then it would be fine. When you were welcoming the bride, could it be that the poem that Wen Kao wrote was also copied from him? That is the crime of deceiving the monarch. Have you thought it through?
Fan Xian frowned. Wasn't this princess looking for trouble for him? Did he have to make it sound so serious?
In other words, this matter really couldn't be handled too casually. Otherwise, it would be equivalent to lying to the Emperor of the Underworld and causing even more problems.
Many of the students at the scene had already started to jeer and mock Ye Fan, wanting to see what would happen to Ye Fan.
"Princess Weiyang, I don't think you should make things difficult for Ye Fan. Those few poems, just treat it as a gift from me, Su. The title of the creator, just put it on his head …" Su Painted Fan said with a carefree smile.
Endless Night directly replied, "You said to give it to me? Do you think the examination in front of the Emperor is child's play?
Yes, yes, no, no. Who is the literary thief, we have to make it clear today! What do you think? Prince Consort Ye … Great Godly Doctor Ye?
When Fan Xian saw Ye Weiyang's expression of wanting the world to be in chaos, he really didn't know how he had provoked her.
If he were to say that these poems were his, he could not bring himself to say it.
However, he couldn't say that it wasn't his own either.
After pondering for a while, Ye Fan raised his head. With his back facing the teachers and students in the lecture hall, he recited with a helpless and emotional tone:
If you compare wealth to poverty, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky.
If you compare poverty to a horse and carriage, he will have to drive me to be free.
Others laugh at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
If I don't see the tomb of the heroes of the Five Hills, there will be no flowers, no wine, and no hoes … "
A section of Tang Yin's "Peach Blossom Nunnery Song" came out from Ye Fan's mouth, and the entire audience fell into an inexplicable silence …
Some people fell into deep thought, some were completely shocked, and some's eyes lit up …
Su Painted Fan muttered to himself, his eyes rolling, his brows knitted, and he gripped his fan tightly.
Endless Night pondered for a moment, then a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Ye Fan with a bit more interest in his eyes.
Ye Fan did not directly answer their questions. Instead, he used such a poem to display a transcendent state of mind that was indifferent to fame and fortune and was unwilling to care about the secular world …
He was not willing to compete with the world, and there was no need to tell everyone about his cultivation level.
If Ye Fan directly said this, the people present would naturally scoff at it. However, through such a beautiful sentence, everyone was shocked!
Ye Fan saw that the scene had finally quieted down. A group of people looked at him with complicated expressions and heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that it had been settled.
"What's the name of this poem?" Endless Night asked.
"How would I know?" Ye Fan turned around and pointed at Su Painted Fan, "You can ask him, maybe it was also written by him …"
Finished speaking, Ye Fan didn't say anything more and left with Ye Xianqing and Ye Danqing.
The scene was silent for a long time. The group of people could no longer figure out which one was real and which one was fake. Their suspicions rose in all directions.
The corner of Su Painted Fan's mouth curled up into a calm smile, as if he didn't care at all. However, deep in his eyes, there was a chill …
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