Comparing his sister's future with his own, Sima Lingyun quickly grasped his own future. As long as he had a future, his sister's future would also be better. When the time comes, he would choose a good family for her to marry into. , preparing a dowry for her can be regarded as compensation for her.
Although he loves his sister, he still puts himself first in such matters.
She made up her mind, took the poem in her hand, looked at it twice, and calmly placed it on the tray in the hands of the palace maid. Without looking at Sima Heyan, she rolled her sleeves and respectfully replied to the queen: "Although this poem is related to my lord, It's similar, but it's not written by me, so please make a clear decision."
"You didn't write it. Why did your sister say that this poem was written by you? Did the eldest lady of the Mo family copy your collection of poems in your study?" the queen said coldly, turning her head and looking at Mo Xuemin, her eyes The color is deep and cold.
Mo Xuemin was kneeling on the ground. Although she was very anxious, she didn't dare to show any signs of it!
"Your Majesty, please allow me to ask my sister?" Sima Lingyun had made up his mind at this time, turned around and said softly to Sima Heyan, "How did my sister know that Miss Mo's poems are the same as mine?"
"Brother, this poem is really the same as what you wrote. A few days ago, when I went to your study to look for books, I flipped through your collection of poems when I was bored. There was such a poem on it, which was about Miss Mo. What I wrote today is the same." When Sima Heyan saw her eldest brother coming, she thought he really didn't know and said eagerly to him.
"Sister, everyone in the world is similar, let alone poetry, but even if the poems written by two people are similar, they cannot be exactly the same. Did my sister see it wrong? Do you want to take a closer look?" Sima Lingyun took advantage of this moment. When he turned around, he glanced at Mo Xuemin, who was kneeling beside her with tears in her eyes, and got some hints from her eyes. At this time, she felt reassured and asked with a smile.
resemblance? impossible! Sima Heyan blinked, took the poem paper presented by the palace maid again, looked at the poem carefully, her face suddenly turned pale, she pointed at the poem on it, her lips trembled twice, and she was speechless for a moment. Come.
"Sister, have you read it wrong? You have been in poor health these past two days. I told you to get more rest, but you didn't listen. It seems that you have some demons just after you left home. Although I imagined Miss Mo's poem, it is not the same as what I imagined. No, I will admit my mistake to Miss Mo later, take a good rest after going home, and recuperate my health." Sima Lingyun has been paying attention to Sima Heyan's expression, and is really afraid that she will say something to Mo Xuetong. He read his collection of poems, and seeing her horrified look made him feel even more relaxed.
What happened today was all because of Sima Heyan. How could Sima Lingyun not blame her? His words could not help but bring out a bit of sharpness and displeasure. Although his tone was gentle, it fell in Sima Heyan's ears. She couldn't help but feel cold and looked up at Sima Lingyun blankly. Is this the brother who loves her the most
She obviously wrote the poem, and Mo Xuemin copied it from her, but she still wanted her to apologize to Mo Xuemin. Her brother's words were threatening, and he actually wanted to lock him up from now on. Yes, it is true that there is something wrong with this. There was one word that was different, but she was so angry that she didn't notice it at first.
But so what, it still cannot hide the fact that Mo Xuemin copied her own poems.
What I wrote is: Double-butterfly embroidered Luo skirt, the vermilion pink is not deep and even. Caixiu people are independent, and Xiao Yuyan returns.
Mo Xuemin wrote: The skirt is embroidered with double butterflies, but the vermilion powder is not deep and even. Caixiu people are independent, and Wei Yuyan returns.
She didn't think there was any difference with this one word difference. If Mo Xuemin hadn't read it, how could he have written such similar poems.
It is true that people are similar and poems are also similar, but to such a degree of similarity, who can believe that Mo Xuemin did not copy it!
Her brother actually asked her to apologize to Mo Xuemin. This made Sima Heyan, who had always been high-spirited, unable to endure it. She wanted to ignore it and start a fuss. If the matter really got serious, she would go to her brother's study to get a collection of poems. We'll see how Mo Xuemin ends up.
"Sister, what did my mother say when I came here? I let you enter the palace to serve the empresses and princesses carefully. Why are you so willful and talking nonsense without seeing clearly? If this matter comes to my ears, my mother will be angry with you. Sick." Sima Lingyun knew Sima Heyan well. When he saw her beautiful eyes open, he knew something bad was going to happen, so he immediately lowered his voice and comforted her gently.
Mrs. Zhenguo Hou spoke in and out of her words. Sima Heyan opened her mouth, but no words came out! She understood what Sima Lingyun said. When she entered the palace, her mother told her not to cause any trouble today. It was related to her brother's title. Her mother had been looking forward to it for many years. This time there was finally hope.
Thinking of her mother's frail body and expectant eyes, Sima Heyan could only admit her grievances at this time, bit her lip, and suppressed the dissatisfaction in her heart. She could not ruin her elder brother's affairs at this time.
Mo Xuemin turned to one side and said, "Miss Mo, I was reckless today. The two poems are so similar. There is only one word difference. I thought they were poems written by my brother."
Sima Heyan really couldn't bear this tone. Even though she apologized, she still made her words clear. She didn't believe that everyone couldn't understand what she said. She admitted that there was a one-word difference, but the poems that had a one-word difference were really written by each of them. Of
Seeing Sima Lingyun appear, Mo Xuemin was determined. At this time, she just pretended to be aggrieved with tears in her face. On the one hand, she could gain Sima Lingyun's favor, and on the other hand, she would also leave a good impression on the people present.
All she was thinking about was good things at this time. Although she was filled with tears, there was no trace of sadness in her eyes. When she saw Sima Heyan greeting her, she was thinking of a gentle reply, but when she heard the last sentence she said, she almost lost her breath. It came up and stuck in my throat. It couldn't go up or down, and I coughed violently.
"Sister, you are the young lady of Zhenguo Hou Mansion. Why are you still refusing to admit your mistake now? Do you want me to ask my mother to come in person?" The smile on Sima Lingyun's face also froze, and his expression suddenly changed and became stern. , it is no small matter that one word difference falls into the ears of a caring person.
Zhenguo Hou Mansion cannot afford such a reputation.
Her brother, who had always been soft-spoken to her, actually scolded her in public and asked her mother to teach her a lesson in person. Although Sima Heyan was high-spirited, she panicked and became at a loss. Her eyes were full of tears and she directed her at Sima Lingyun. He cried sadly: "Brother..."
"Okay, now that this matter has been clarified, it's just that Miss Zhenguo Hou made a mistake. Forget it. The little girl is a family. You have to see clearly before speaking." Concubine Wen Gui coughed and spoke softly to smooth things over. .
This was an attempt to settle the matter, but Concubine Su was unhappy. She looked up at Concubine Wen before she wanted to speak, but was interrupted by the Queen's cold words.
"Miss Zhenguohou looks like she is really ill. How can she come to the banquet even though she is ill? If you don't help her down quickly, something will happen soon and the Holy Master will be surprised."
The queen also tasted the taste at this time. The banquet will be over in a while. If such a poem-copying thing really happens here, she will also lose her own face. Just now in front of everyone, she has recognized Mo. Xue Min's poems were plagiarized in just a short time. This is no different from a slap in the face. She has no dignity as a queen in the palace. If it reaches the ears of the emperor, how can she be said to be incompetent? I thought After a while, Concubine Su said something coquettishly in front of the emperor. She could not suppress her anger, and she directed her anger directly and unceremoniously on Sima Heyan.
If it weren't for her, the banquet she hosted today wouldn't have caused such a big joke.
Being scolded by the queen like this, Sima Heyan was truly despised by the queen. Then, which other young lady would befriend her, and even their marriage would be implicated. Sima Heyan's face turned pale in an instant, and then she looked at her eldest brother. His unabashedly cold eyes made him feel sad for a moment, and he knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face. ,
At this time, fireworks were going up, and it was obvious that the emperor's banquet was over.
The queen stood up, glanced at Sima Heyan and Mo Xuemin coldly, then turned around and led the married women towards the lake. The boat prepared there was different from the one when they came. It was a large boat that could accommodate hundreds of people. , At this time, the seats on the right island also dispersed, and they came to the painting boat by the lake.
After getting off the boat, the emperor was waiting there with all the ministers on the shore. The banquet was already over. Because there was still a lantern festival, most of the people did not go back because of the lantern festival. Thanks to the young people's trick, most of the people did not go back. The maids of various families who were guarding the shore They all found their masters and waited on them.
The emperor and the empress left together, surrounded by their concubines, and this shore became the world of young people.
Because in the palace, the emperor wanted to have fun with the people, and he would also appear at the lantern festival later, so the young ladies from these aristocratic families did not need to be restrained, just treat them as if they were in the market outside, relax, and do not have to guard against men and women, and enjoy themselves He was having fun, so the lights in the palace were brightly lit, like daylight, the clothes were fragrant, the skirts were fluttering, and the coquettish voices and sweet voices were even brighter.
Brothers and sisters who are acquaintances or one's own family chat together and go to the lantern festival, and there are no family members watching around, so they feel very comfortable.
As soon as Mo Xuetong stood still in the corner of the bank, Mo Ye ran over. Before she could speak, the palace maid on the other side appeared under a tree with a lantern and waved to her.
"Miss!" Mo Ye's eyes tightened.
"Don't worry, go over and have a look." Mo Xue's eyes darkened, and he comforted with a soft smile, Mo Ye is not Mo Yu, Mo Lan, with kung fu, she won't be able to deal with a palace maid.
On the other side, Mo Xuemin was also observing Mo Xuetong. Seeing that she followed the palace maid after the invitation, a sinister and smug smile appeared on her lips, and she called Mo Xiu over, pointed to Sima Lingyun not far away, and said softly: "Go, take the prince over, and say that he has passed."
"Yes!" Mo Xiu agreed, not daring to deviate, turned around and walked towards Sima Lingyun from the other direction calmly.
Mo Xuetong led Mo Ye to the palace maid. She nodded to her, motioned for her to follow, and then walked towards a small road.
There were not so many lanterns on the path, only one or two lanterns hanging on the treetops, emitting a faint yellow light and giving off an inexplicable coolness.
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"Do you know who the young master is now?" Mo Xuetong suddenly stopped and helped Mo Ye to stand still and asked. She had already walked into the path at this time. She could not see what was going on inside if she stood outside. A secluded place is completely different from the bustle outside. Only here do I realize that it is still winter, and the wind blows, lifting up my skirt and cracking it.
"Miss, please hurry up and leave. This path leads directly to Qingfang Pavilion. The young master asked me to pick you up just after he got off the boat. It will be too late if you don't leave." Seeing Mo Xuetong not leaving, the palace maid looked at him With an anxious look on his face, he turned around and answered eagerly. (To be continued)