Chapter 1965 Can't See Through

1965

"You said I copied you? None of your poems have been circulated, how did I copy them?" Ye Fan couldn't help being amused, this person is also quite interesting.

Su Huafan shook his head calmly, "No one in this imperial city knows that there are a lot of literati in my house, and I recite poems, compose lyrics, drink and sing songs, and I never shy away from it.

If we really want to find out who stole these poems, I really can't find out. After all, there are too many scholars who come and go, even the servants and maids in my house can recite many poems.

There have been a few times in the past when my poems were spread by people, there were people who were greedy for fame and fortune, and impostors, but I didn't bother to care too much about it, and some of them later came to light.

This time, if you hadn't plagiarized too much and caused such an uproar, I wouldn't have pointed it out in class."

"You nonsense! Who can prove that this poem was written before my elder brother recited it?

What's more, my elder brother composes poems on the spot when meeting relatives and returning to the family banquet, can it happen that they all match up? "Ye Wanqing said dissatisfied.

Su Huafan's expression was serious, and he sneered, "Someone Su wrote a lot of poems, but he just picked out a few of them, what's so strange?

Why, could it be that I, Su, plagiarized his poems?

When I, Su Huafan, published a collection of poems at the age of ten, how dare I ask Prince Concubine Ye what he was doing? Can any works come out?

Before marrying the eldest princess, as far as Su knew, it seemed to have nothing to do with the poetry world, right?

All of a sudden, not only did you create something from scratch, but you were able to create these excellent poems. I am afraid that people with a little bit of wisdom will not easily believe it, right? "

As soon as these words came out, hundreds of teachers and students from Tianwen Academy all nodded in agreement.

"Support Senior Su! Senior Su is the number one talented person in the imperial city, do you still have to question him?"

"That's right, I must have recited a lot of Senior Su's poems, which just happened to come in handy!"

Many girls at the scene couldn't wait to start to show their support, Ye Fan suddenly became popular, and his poems became popular again, and he was bestowed with the title of concubine, a genius doctor.

Therefore, everyone was quite skeptical about some of Ye Fan's achievements.

In contrast, although Su Huafan's collection of poems is not an ironclad proof, most people are still willing to believe that these poems were created by the number one talented person in the imperial city.

"You...you are all guessing! This is not evidence at all!" Ye Wanqing was so anxious that she was about to cry, her body trembling slightly.

Ye Fan stretched out his hand and lightly hugged his sister's fragrant shoulders, patted her shoulders, and said with a calm smile, "It's okay, those who clean up will clean themselves up, let's go home, whatever they say."

Ye Fan didn't want to argue with Su Huafan, if he wanted to compete, he could recite hundreds of famous poems.

But... what's the point? He did borrow the poems of ancient writers, but he didn't create them himself. He has no interest in borrowing them to make himself famous.

What's more, no matter how good my poems are, it can't prove that Su Huafan's poetry collection is fake.

If you want to add a crime, why do you have no excuses?

Su Huafan is not stupid, he naturally knows that the public opinion must be in favor of him, that's why he dares to casually produce a collection of poems that can't be regarded as evidence.

"Brother...I feel bad! Why do they say that about you?" Ye Wanqing clenched her fists and said bitterly.

"Oh, even if I'm not as good at writing poems as he is, my medical skills are better than him. Just as good as he is," Ye Fan comforted with a smile.

"Girl, let's go quickly! This is Tianwen Academy! It's his territory, it's the best policy to walk!" Ye Danqing urged in a low voice.

Ye Wanqing had no choice but to leave with her.

She knew that after leaving like this, news would definitely spread on the Internet, and Ye Fan would become a plagiarist, a literary thief, and be shamed by others...

Although it is said that Su Huafan can't produce sufficient evidence, so Ye Fan will not be punished, but Ye Fan's reputation that has just recovered is completely ruined.

"Just left like this? Do you have any backbone?" A mellow female voice came.

Wearing a color matching tunic dress, wearing a white fur coat, a ponytail tied with a colorful headband, and a pair of high-heeled camel boots...

Ye Weiyang, who was dressed up differently, appeared at the door of the lecture hall.

This image-conscious princess was flanked by four average-looking maids who were neatly dressed, as if deliberately contrasting the beauty of their master.

Seeing that Ye Weiyang also came, the lecture hall suddenly became noisy again. The students obviously didn't expect that the two most popular among the Four Heavenly Questions came to the scene.

"What does this have to do with backbone? Why waste time on things that are not clear?" Ye Fan shook his head with a smile.

Ye Weiyang was rather dissatisfied, with a sly look in her eyes, she said: "The princess is going back to the residence just now, and I heard that you are coming to confront Su Huafan, so I came here to take a look.

You didn't even make an excuse. Doesn't that mean that you admit that you are a literary thief? Are all your poems copied from Su Huafan?

It's fine if it's other poems. When you greeted the bride, didn't Wen Kao's poems also copied from him? That is the crime of deceiving the emperor, have you thought about it clearly? "

Ye Fan frowned, didn't the Princess find trouble for him? Do you have to make things so serious?

In this way, this matter really can't be handled too casually, otherwise it would be tantamount to deceiving Emperor Ming De and cause more problems.

Many students at the scene were booing and laughing, wanting to see what Ye Fan would do.

"Princess Weiyang, I don't think you should embarrass Prince Consort Ye. Those few poems should be given to him by someone Su, and the name of the creator should be on his head..." Su Huafan showed a chic attitude. smiled.

Ye Weiyang directly replied: "You can give it away as soon as you say? Is the literary test in front of you a saint?

Yes it is, no it is not, who is a literary thief, I have to make it clear today! What do you say? Concubine Ye... Divine Doctor Ye? "

Ye Fan saw Ye Weiyang's expression of fearing that the world would not be chaotic, and he really didn't know where he provoked her.

If you want him to say that these poems are his own, he can't say it.

But saying that it’s not yours doesn’t work, it’ll make people tongue-tied.

After pondering for a while, Ye Fan raised his head, turned his back to the teachers and students in a lecture hall, and recited in a tone of helplessness and emotion: "

If wealth and honor are compared to poverty and poverty, one is on the ground and the other is on the sky;

If poverty is compared to chariots and horses, he has to drive and I have to be free.

Others laugh at me as crazy, but I laugh at others not being able to see through;

There are no tombs of heroes in the five tombs, no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields..."

A section of Tang Yin's "Peach Blossom Temple Song" was narrated from Ye Fan's mouth, and the audience fell into an inexplicable tranquility...

Some people were lost in thought, some were shocked, and some had bright eyes...

Su Hua was chanting words in his fan mouth, his eyeballs rolled, his brows were furrowed, and he squeezed the fan tightly.

After Ye Weiyang pondered for a while, a charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, looking at Ye Fan's eyes with a little more interest.

Ye Fan did not directly answer their questions, but used such a poem to show a detached state of mind that is indifferent to fame and fortune and unwilling to deal with the world...

He doesn't want to compete with the world, and he doesn't need to tell everyone about his state.

If Ye Fan said that directly, the people at the scene would naturally sneer, but with such an ancient sentence, everyone was shocked!

Ye Fan saw that the scene had finally calmed down, and a group of people looked at him with complicated eyes, and he was relieved, knowing that it was settled.

"What's the name of this poem?" Ye Weiyang asked.

"I don't know." Ye Fan turned around and pointed to Su Huafan, "You can ask him, maybe he wrote it too..."

After finishing speaking, Ye Fan didn't say any more, and walked away with Ye Wanqing and Ye Danqing.

The scene was silent for a long time, and a group of people could no longer understand whether it was true or false, and suspicions arose everywhere.

There was a calm and calm smile on the corner of Su Huafan's mouth, as if he didn't care at all, but deep in his eyes, there was a chill...