The musicians in the room all retreated and turned to leave.
"Miss, you actually … Alas, what should I say to you?" Maid Xin 'er had a distressed look on her face as she said, "Miss, don't tell me you've really fallen for this little scholar?"
Hua Xiangrong smiled softly and directly sat on the ground without caring about her image. Her hair spread out, she naughtily crossed her snow-white feet and said, "What's wrong, my good sister? Isn't he worthy of being attracted to? Isn't he good? "
"He is good, but … Alas." Xin 'er, the maid, said with a look of resentment, "But you just met him once."
"For some people, no matter how many times you meet him, it will not make any sense, but for some people, it is enough to meet him once." Hua Xiangrong smiled and shook her snow-white feet, her slender ankles and white slippery toes swaying back and forth.
After all, she was just a girl of 16 or 17 years old, with a young girl's heart. When there were no outsiders, she also had a naughty and cunning side.
"Miss, you are really poisoned." Xin 'er said earnestly, "I admit that this Young Master, in the past, is indeed a person who can be trusted, and I will not oppose it. But now, the situation is different, and the Bloody-moon Faction is pressing on … Alas, if he has power and influence, he may be able to help you, but he is just a poor scholar, willing to help but unable to. No matter how good his poetry is, how good his character is, what's the use?"
Hearing such words, the smile in Hua Xiangrong's eyes immediately dimmed.
That feeling was like a candle blown out by the wind mercilessly, and the whole person suddenly became like a withered flower, losing its luster all at once.
She bit her lips, her teeth were as white as braided shells, and a struggling expression appeared on her face, but she remained silent.
Xin 'er panicked and hurriedly said, "Miss, I don't mean that, I …"
Hua Xiangrong raised her head, smiled, and said, "I know, silly sister, I know what you're worried about, and I also know you're doing it for my own good. Yes, I can't follow him, because that will bring harm to him. Beauty is a source of trouble, and I can't bring harm to him … Rest assured, there are still some days left before the deadline. I'll only see Young Master a few times, and after the deadline, I'll never see him again."
In the last moments before he sank into the sea of bitterness, he wanted to leave some beautiful memories in his life.
Such a humble request couldn't be considered excessive, right?
Otherwise, when one was really in the darkest abyss of despair and could not see a trace of light, what could warm the wounded and painful soul?
…
…
When Li Mu walked down the stairs, the hall on the first floor of the Holy House was still crowded with people.
The crowd of onlookers had no intention of dispersing, and it seemed that there were more people than before.
At the sight of Li Mu, the crowd burst into an uproar, as if a piece of ice was thrown into a pot of boiling oil. The atmosphere suddenly changed dramatically.
"He's out, he's out."
"He actually took so long to come out."
"I can't stand it. Could it be that Master Hua has already …"
"My goddess has been desecrated."
Someone wailed in a low voice.
In the past, Hua Xiangrong was aloof and pure like a goddess in the immortal palace, because no man had ever entered her boudoir. But now, all that had come to an end.
The man who was slowly walking down the stairs in front of them came out of Hua Xiangrong's boudoir. No matter what happened inside, for many people, it meant that the goddess who used to be aloof had fallen into the dust and was no longer as pure as ice and clean as jade.
"Bah, the deceiver finally dares to come out." Lin Qiushui, the chief disciple of the Hanshan Academy who had been waiting for a long time, strode forward, stopped Li Mu, and said, "Little poor guy, your plagiarism has been exposed."
"Plagiarism?"
"What tricks are you playing again?"
Li Mu looked at the young scholar indifferently.
Li Mu was not angry at the clown-like poor acting skills and provocation.
Since when did a dragon care about an ant's provocation?
He just felt ridiculous and pitiful.
Expressionlessly, Li Mu bypassed Lin Qiushui and headed for the outside.
Tonight, after watching Hua Xiangrong's dance, he made a breakthrough and activated the Third Eye. Now, he had to rush back to the yard of the Shack to sort out his thoughts. He did not want to waste any more time on such a trivial matter.
However, as the saying goes, a man does no harm to a tiger, but a tiger does hurt a man.
Liu Muyang of the Fengming Academy took a step forward and blocked Li Mu's way again. He said, "What? Are you afraid? Want to escape? Well, you want to escape after plagiarizing other people's poems and making a name for yourself? How can there be such a good thing in the world? "
Li Mu frowned.
A trace of impatience surged in his heart.
He turned to look at the previous table, only to find that Zheng Cunjian had disappeared without him noticing. Those sitting at the table were all disciples of the Heaven Sword Martial Club. At this time, all of them were gloating and looking at him provocatively.
"What? Don't dare to speak? "
"Well, you've been seen through, so you have nothing to say, right?"
The scholars of the two academies began to clamor.
"Little beggar, I've invited a witness to prove that your beauty poem is plagiarized. Now, you have nothing to say." Lin Qiushui sneered and walked over. He said, "Today, I'm going to reveal your true colors in front of everyone."
"A witness?"
"Unless it is someone from Earth or Li Yannian, Emperor Wu of Han, who came back to life, there is no such thing as a witness."
Li Mu did not want to talk nonsense. He clenched his fists and was ready to slap the reckless little scholar away. But suddenly, it occurred to him that the Hanshan Academy was also a big force in Chang 'an. If he offended them, he would not be afraid. But would it embarrass Hua Xiangrong and ruin her reputation?
Just as Li Mu was hesitating, a grey-haired old man walked out of the crowd.
This old man looked to be in his fifties and wore a light white scholar's robe. His face was thin and he had a bit of a refined air about him. It was easy for people to have a good impression of him, but the words he said were very sinister.
"Everyone, I'm Zhen Yuandao, the first lecturer of the fourth grade in the Hanshan Academy. I'm here to be a witness. Today, the Beauty Poem written by this little friend is actually plagiarized from my work." The old man introduced himself with a smile and said, "A few days ago, I was a little drunk in a tavern. When I saw a stunning beauty passing by the window, I couldn't help but be inspired by poetry. Then, I happened to get this Beauty Poem, so I inscribed it on the wall. I'm quite proud of it. Maybe this little friend saw this poem in the tavern at that time. Tonight, he took it to the Holy House and used it. It's really a surprise to me."
Before his voice died away, there was a burst of exclamations in the hall.
Zhen Yuandao of the Hanshan Academy was quite famous in the literary world of Chang 'an. He had written famous poems such as Sword Practice and Star and Moon Ode. Although they were not poems that had lasted for hundreds of years, they were still popular for a while. In the literary world of Chang' an, he could be ranked in the top ten. He was also one of the leaders of the literary world of Chang 'an.
Now that he stood up and spoke, the atmosphere immediately changed.
"It turns out that it's really plagiarism."
"That's what I said. It's only reasonable for such a poem to be written by Master Zhen."
"It's really shameless. How dare he use Master Zhen's poem to swindle people."
"And he also cheated Master Hua Xiangrong. It's really unforgivable. Catch him, tear him into pieces, and cut him into pieces."
Under the clamor of the scholars of the two academies, the crowd in the hall was stirred up.
"Haha, I thought he was a great genius, but it turns out that he's a deceiver. Hahaha, I'm ashamed to be associated with you." The arrogant Song Qingfei sneered and added insult to injury.
Liu Muyang of the Fengming Academy wore a sneer at the corner of his mouth, but he was a bit annoyed.
Because he also had the same idea, so he invited his master, Jia Zuoren, to come here. Unfortunately, Zhen Yuandao beat him to it. Seeing the title of a century-old poem stolen by Zhen Yuandao of the Hanshan Academy, he was really annoyed.
"Beat him to death."
"Take off his robe and hang him up."
Among the crowd, the short scholar of the Hanshan Academy shouted the loudest.
Of course, not everyone was a fool.
Some people could tell that there was a flaw in Zhen Yuandao's words.
Because, a poem that had been around for a hundred years, even if he had chanced upon it and inscribed it on the wall of the tavern, it should have spread far and wide in just a few days. Such a poem had the charm to spread wildly, but why was there no news about it in the past few days?
Moreover, if it was really Zhen Yuandao's poem, why didn't Lin Qiushui, Zhen Yuandao's personal disciple, point it out at that time? Why did it take him so long to ask his master to expose it after he was humiliated by the young scholar? "That's too slow to realize."
Nevertheless, even if they found out something, no one dared to expose it.
After all, in the literary circle of Chang 'an, the Hanshan Academy enjoyed a considerable status. It controlled the public opinion and had the right to speak. If they questioned it now, they would easily become enemies with the Hanshan Academy, which would be troublesome. Moreover, the young man was too young and impetuous. If he offended the Hanshan Academy and the Fengming Academy, he would be digging his own grave.
"Alas, there are so many unfair things in the world."
"What can we do?"
Therefore, even if many discerning people saw the clues, they pretended not to know it.
"My young friend, I don't want to be too harsh on you, considering that you are still young and immature. Maybe you did this on impulse." Zhen Yuandao had gray hair and a lean face, which gave him the temperament of an otherworldly master. With a kind smile on his face, he said, "As long as you are willing to admit that you plagiarized this poem from me, I won't go too far today. As long as you admit your mistake, I'll let you leave here safely."
"Did you see that? That's the demeanor of a real literary grandmaster."
"A master is really a master. He's broad-minded."
The followers of the Hanshan Academy immediately seized the opportunity to flatter him.
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