My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 146

  Chapter 146 The Second Miss of the Qin Family Plagiarizes Poems and Besieged by Everyone

  On stage.

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

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

  Song Fu looked at the picture 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, her children both died tragically.

  The eldest lady of the Chengguo Mansion, Mrs. Wang, glanced at the members of the Qin family, and then looked back, but she didn't see the figure she wanted to see.

  Qin Wenzheng bowed his head and said respectfully: "The gift I 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, Fang respectfully handed it to her.

  Nangong Huoyue just glanced casually and nodded slightly.

  The maid closed the brocade box, took the things away, and put them aside.

  At this time, the mother and daughter of the Qin family had come to Qin Wenzheng's side. Qin Weimo lowered his head, held the calligraphy and painting in his hands, and raised them up.

  Song Ruyue tugged at her clothes beside her, motioning for her to kneel down.

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

  Song Ruyue paused for a moment, and could only kneel down by herself.

  Qin Weimo held up the calligraphy and painting in his hand, and stood by himself, his body trembling slightly, as if he was a little unstable.

   "Get up and support me."

  Nangong Huoyue said another sentence.

  Song Ruyue hurriedly said: "Thank you, Eldest Princess."

   After finishing speaking, he quickly got up and helped the girl beside him who was already unable to support herself.

When the maid next to Nangong Huoyue was about to come down to take the painting and calligraphy from the young girl's hand, Meng Jinnan suddenly laughed and said, "Princess, the second daughter of the Qin family is in our city of Mo. She has always been known as a talented woman, although she is weak. , but can write and draw, versatile. The poems I gave to the eldest princess today must be excellent. Why don't you let the Qin family's two daughters spread out and read a few poems for everyone to comment on, or ask the eldest princess to help Guide me."

  The maid stopped.

  Nangong Huoyue paused, looked at the weak girl in the audience and said: "Then read two poems, as for the guidance, there is no need."

  Meng Jinnan hurriedly said: "Brother Wen Zheng, let Ling Qianjin read it."

  Qin Weimo heard the words, 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 sounded slowly: "Golden wrong sword and white jade outfit, shining through the window at night. The man has not done his work, and he lifts the sword to look after the eight wastes on his own. Life and death. The thousand-year-old history is ashamed and unknown, and I am loyal to the emperor. I have come to join the army and Hanbin, and Nanshan is snowy and jade-like. Although three families in Chu can perish in Qin, how can there be no one in the great flames!"

  After the girl finished reading, everyone looked at the girl in the red skirt 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 listening to the whole poem, she pondered for a while, looked at the weak girl in the audience and said, "You wrote this poem yourself?"

  Qin Weimo bowed his head and said, "It was done by the girl herself."

  At this time, the wife of the Song family, Sun Qiaoyun, who was standing not far away, suddenly appeared out of the crowd: "Princess, she is lying!"

  As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall looked at her in astonishment.

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

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

  At this time, the people in the back room also began to discuss in low voices.

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

   "By the way, I've heard it too. It seems to be made by a genius from the Song family. My son read it several times after he went back."

  In the hall, everyone's expressions changed.

  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 one."

The girl agreed, and the weak voice sounded again in the hall: "The general opened the gate, and Geng Jie stood in front of the wind. The generals wanted to talk, but they dared not enter. The sword energy shot into the sky, and the sound of the drum vibrated. The yellow dust blocked the road. , rushing to chase soldiers in a hurry. Bow and go from here, flying arrows like rain. Cut off a hundred miles, behead five thousand levels. The horse bleeds to death, and the barbarians cry in their saddles. The temple is transported, and it is used to fight with swords and swords. Xiankai returns to the capital, what is the military capacity like."

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

   Nangong Huoyue frowned, looked at the weak girl in the audience, and asked, "You wrote this poem too?"

  Song Ruyue's face was ugly, and she hurriedly pulled on 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: "Princess, she is lying! These two poems are all written by Song Zhengming, the nephew of the housewife!"

  The people in the back room began to discuss in low voices again.

   "I heard this poem two days ago, and it was indeed written by the talented Song family..."

   "Tsk tsk, I didn't expect this young lady of the Qin family to look weak and pitiful, but to be so shameless, stealing other people's poems, and even dare to plausibly say that she wrote them in front of the eldest princess..."

  The hall was eerily silent.

   There were constant discussions in the back room.

   Song Ruyue blushed.

  Qin Wenzheng's complexion also became ugly.

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

  Qin Weimo looked down at the scroll in his hand, and continued to read softly:

"The horns of the autumn wind are blowing, the flags of the setting sun are on the top of the city. A young man with a pommel horse is suitable for him. Do not ask who he is following if he plays military music. Hou Qi has only passed Jibei, and the first voice has already moved to Liaoxi. The return date is still as late as Liu Yiyi. Must cry."

   As soon as the words fell, Sun Qiaoxiang, who was kneeling on the ground, shouted again: "Princess! This poem is still written by Song Zhengming, the nephew of the housewife!"

   There were more discussions in the back room.

  Song Ruyue finally couldn't help it, and said angrily: "Sun Qiaoxiang! You said it was done by your nephew, what evidence do you have?"

  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 the picture scroll that the Song family sent you just now."

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

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

  Qin Weimo looked calm, lowered his head, and continued to read: "Stay firm on the green hills and not let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, let you let the east, west, north, south wind."

   "Read it again."

  Nangong Huoyue said calmly.

  Qin Weimo continued to read softly:

"The counselors in the hall are set up, and the generals are fighting fiercely. The time and place are in harmony with the people. Yan can be defeated and said to be good. This day, the towers and towers are full of power, and he is walking on mountains and rivers. Everyone is in harmony and angry. The leader of the officials came to congratulate. "

   "Read it again."

  Qin Weimo panted, and read out the last poem:

"Black clouds overwhelm the city and the city is about to be destroyed, and the light of the armor opens to the golden scales of the sun. The sound of horns fills the sky, and in the autumn scenery, it is stuffed with swallow fat and condenses the night purple. The half-rolled red flag is facing Yishui, and the frost is heavy and the drum is cold. On the stage, I will carry Yulong to die for the king."

   Nangong Huoyue looked at her and didn't speak any more.

   In the hall, there was a chilling silence.

  The discussion in the back room became louder.

   "Theft! It's all theft!"

   "I have read all these poems, and they are all written by that great talent of the Song family."

   "It's outrageous, you dare to deceive the eldest princess face to face!"

   "The Qin family is treasonous! The eldest princess just came back from a victory, and they used plagiarized things to tease the eldest princess face to face..."

  Hearing these remarks, Song Ruyue's face turned pale.

  On stage.

  Nangong Huoyue handed the picture scroll sent by the Song family to Meng Jinnan, and said, "Master Meng, take a look first."

  Meng Jinnan took the scroll and stared at it.

  After he finished reading all the above poems, he suddenly said with a face full of astonishment: "Princess, these...these poems..."

  He did not continue, and immediately took down the Song family scroll with a gloomy expression, handed it to Qin Wenzheng and said, "Brother Wenzheng, take a good look at it yourself!"

  Qin Wenzheng took the scroll and looked at the poems on it.

  Song Ruyue next to him immediately leaned over to watch together.

  Every time the two of them read a poem, their faces turned pale. After reading all the poems on it, Song Ruyue's body went limp, and she collapsed on the ground in fright.

  Qin Weimo had no one to support him, and was about to fall, but was supported by Qin Chuan, who was beside him with quick eyesight and quick hands.

  Qin Wenzheng's face was ugly, and he froze for a while, Fang trembled, and returned the picture scroll in his hand to Meng Jinnan, who had a gloomy face in front of him.

   "Brother Wen Zheng, Ling Qianjin is so courageous!"

After Meng Jinnan finished speaking in a cold voice, he unfolded the scroll and read all the poems on it word for word in a deep voice. Then he turned around and handed the scroll to the others in the hall, his face full of coldness. He said: "The few poems that the daughter of the Qin family just read are almost exactly the same as the poems that the Song family gave to the eldest princess. There are only a few words in them that are different. Let's see for yourself!"

  People from the Wang family, Zhang family, Luo family and other families were all shocked when they heard the words, and they quickly took them in their hands to watch.

  After reading it, they all looked in disbelief.

   "Brother Wen Zheng, how can Ling Qianjin... hey..."

   "Even if you want to plagiarize, you can't give it to the eldest princess. Doesn't your Qin family mean..."

  Everyone is talking about it.

Sun Qiaoxiang, who was kneeling on the ground, spoke loudly again: "Princess, the city lord! The daughter of the Qin family plagiarized the poems of the nephew's wife and nephew, and deliberately tricked the princess at the celebration banquet prepared for the princess. She is treasonous and deserves to be punished! The Qin family If you don't say anything when you know the truth, and you have ulterior motives, you should be punished together, and your home will be ransacked and exiled, so as to make a warning to everyone else!"

   Nangong Huoyue frowned, but didn't reply immediately.

  Qin Weimo suddenly turned his head, looked at the woman kneeling on the ground and asked, "Aunt Sun, are these poems really written by your Song family?"

Sun Qiaoxiang looked up at her, and said with a sneer, "The eldest princess will know whether it is true or not! My nephew Zhengming made these poems a few days ago and made them into an anthology. All the scholars in my Song family have seen them with their own eyes and praised them very much." No words, so we agreed that it should be given to the eldest princess. You are so bold that you dare to tease the eldest princess face to face, do you really think that your Qin family is covering the sky in this Mocheng, and even the eldest princess is not in your eyes?"

  At this time, a woman from the back room suddenly came out, knelt on the ground and said: "Princess, the women can testify that these poems were read by the women at the Song family a few days ago, and they were indeed written by the talented Song family!"

   As soon as the words fell, several women and girls came out of the back room again, and they all knelt down to prove that they had heard these poems a few days ago.

  At this time, there were several scholars outside shouting loudly: "Eldest princess, these poems were indeed written by the Song family, Song Zhengming, and we all can testify!"

  Qin Wenzheng lowered his head, his face gloomy.

  Qin Chuan's face was equally ugly.

  Song Ruyue collapsed on the ground.

  People in the whole hall looked at the four members of the Qin family with contempt, gloating and other emotions.

  Song Fu lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

  Meng Jinnan said with a livid face, "Brother Wenzheng, I'm sorry."

   Immediately shouted in a cold voice: "Come here! Arrest this woman who dared to deceive and tease the eldest princess, and put me in prison!"

  Two armored guards suddenly walked out of the door.

  Song Ruyue trembled all over, her face full of despair.

  At this moment, a maid behind Nangong Huoyue suddenly said: "Your Highness, there is something wrong with these poems."

  As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes immediately turned to her.

  The two armored guards who entered the room came to the back of the weak girl, looked up, and did not act immediately.

  Nangong Huoyue turned her head, looked at the maid, frowned and said, "Yuewu, what's wrong?"

The maid named Yue Wu glanced at the weak girl below, and said softly: "Your Highness, the few poems read by Miss Qin's family sound fine. But the poems handed over by the Song family... If you look at it alone, In fact, there is no problem, but when compared with the few poems read by Miss Qin's family... the problem is bigger."

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

  Aren't those poems exactly the same? The daughter of the Qin family just modified a few words, why is there a big problem when one is fine?

  Nangong Huoyue moved her eyes and asked, "What's the problem?"

  The maid named Yue Wu lowered her head and said solemnly: "Your Highness, some of the poems written by Mr. Song may be... anti-poems!"

  (end of this chapter)

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