My Cold and Beautiful Wife

1965

"You said I'll copy you? Your poems haven't even been spread out. How did I copy them? " Ye Fan couldn't help but be amused, this person is also quite interesting.

Su Shufan shook his head calmly. "Everyone in the Imperial City knows that I have been in contact with many literati in my house. I sing poems and sing songs while drinking. I have never avoided the topic.

There were several times when my poems and poems were spread out. There were those who were greedy for fame and dared to impersonate others. However, I was too lazy to care too much about it. In the end, there were some that had already been revealed.

"If it weren't for the fact that you stole too much and caused such a commotion, I would not have mentioned it in the hall."

"Nonsense! Who can prove that the poem was written before my brother recited it?

Su Dian's face stiffened and he sneered, "I have written a lot of poems, and he just picked a few to recite. What's so strange about that?

When I came out of my book of poems at the age of ten, I dared to ask Prince Consort Ye what he was doing? What works are available?

Before marrying the Eldest Princess, according to what I know, it has nothing to do with the world of poetry, right?

The moment these words were spoken, the hundreds of students and teachers of the Heaven Seeking Academy all nodded in agreement.

"Support Senior Su!" Senior Su is the number one genius of the Imperial City.

"Not bad, I must have recited a lot of Senior Su's poems, and I've used it just in time!"

Many girls at the scene couldn't wait to support him. Ye Fan suddenly stood up, his poems had gone viral and his title of prince consort was simply too different from his previous image of a trash.

In comparison, although this book of poems by Su Painting Fan was not an ironclad proof, most people were still willing to believe that these poems were written by the number one prodigy in the Imperial City.

"You all … All of you are making wild guesses! "This is no proof at all!" Ye Shaoqing was so anxious that she was about to cry. Her body was trembling slightly.

Ye Fan didn't want to argue with Su Shufan. If he didn't want to compete for superiority, he could recite hundreds and thousands of famous poems.

However... What was the point? He had indeed borrowed a poem from an ancient literary figure, but he wasn't an original one. He wasn't interested in borrowing it to give him a good reputation.

Besides, no matter how good his poems were, it was impossible to prove that Su Painting had faked this book of poems.

Su Painting Fan wasn't stupid. He naturally knew that public opinion was surely biased towards him, and that was why he dared to casually take out a book of poems that couldn't be considered as evidence.

"Big brother …" My heart is in pain! What right do they have to say that about you? " She clenched her delicate fists and said bitterly.

"Aiya, even if I'm not as good at poetry as him, but my medical skills are still better than his. If I'm as good as him, I can do it." Ye Fan smiled and comforted.

"Girl, hurry up and go! This is the Heaven Seeking Academy! Their territory is the best place to go! " Ye Danqing urged in a small voice.

She had no choice but to leave with him.

Although, Su Painting Fan could not bring out a complete piece of evidence, so Ye Fan would not be punished, but Ye Fan's good reputation was completely ruined.

"He left just like that? Do you have some backbone? " A melodious female voice was heard.

She wore a white fur coat, a ponytail tied with a colored headband, and high-heeled camel boots.

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

Seeing that Ye Weiyang had also arrived, the lecture hall immediately became rowdy once again. The students clearly didn't expect that the two most popular people in Heaven's Inquisition would actually come to the scene.

Ye Weiyang was rather dissatisfied, and her eyes revealed craftiness as she said, "This princess was about to return home just now. When I heard that you were going to confront Su Painted Fan, I specially came over to take a look.

If it was any other poem, then it's fine. But when you went to get married, did the poetry written in the literary test also belong to him? That is the crime of deceiving the monarch, have you thought it through clearly? "

Ye Fan frowned, wasn't this princess causing trouble for him? Must it be so serious?

If that was the case, then this matter could not be handled too casually. Otherwise, it would be equivalent to cheating the Emperor of the Underworld, creating even more problems.

Many of the students had already started jeering, wanting to see what Ye Fan would do.

"Princess Weiyang, I think it's best not to make things difficult for Prince Consort Ye. Those few poems, let's just treat it as a gift from me. The name of the creator, just consider it as his title …" Su Shufan smiled confidently.

Ye Weiyang replied directly: "You say you want to send me off so easily? Do you think the examination before His Majesty is child's play?

[That's right, that's right. We have to get to the bottom of this!] What do you think? Prince Consort Ye... Great Doctor Ye? "

He could not say that the poems were his own.

But even if it wasn't his own, he couldn't do it. It would only end up in someone's mouth.

If the wealth is compared to the poverty, one in the flat land and one in the sky;

If I am to be poor, he must drive me to my leisure.

Other people laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others for not being able to see through it;

"We can't see the tombs of the Five Tombs Heroes, nor do we see the hoe that has no flowers or wine to make a field …"

A passage of Tang Yin's "Song of the Peach Blossom Temple" slowly came out from Ye Fan's mouth, and the whole stadium fell into an inexplicable silence...

Su Mo's fan was chanting. His eyes were rolling and his brows were tightly knitted. He was clenching his fan tightly.

Ye Fan didn't directly answer their questions. Instead, he used such a poem to display a kind of indifference to fame and fortune, and wasn't willing to pay attention to the secular world's detached state of mind.

He wasn't willing to compete with the world, and he didn't need to tell everyone about his realm.

If Ye Fan had directly said that, then everyone present would have naturally scoffed at him. However, through this passage that was written in ancient times, everyone was shocked!

Seeing that the scene had finally quietened down, Ye Fan and a group of people looked at him with a complex look. They let out a sigh of relief and knew that they had settled the matter.

"What's the name of this poem?" Endless Night asked.

"How would I know?" Ye Fan turned around and pointed at Su Painting's fan, "You can ask him, maybe he also wrote it..."

Finishing his words, Ye Fan didn't say anything more and left with Ye Shuangqing and Ye Danchen.

A trace of a calm smile appeared on the corners of Su Painting's mouth, as if he didn't care at all. However, there was a hint of chilliness deep within his eyes … Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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