Femme Fatale First Daughter

Chapter 280: Disputing authenticity, Su Meier pressed on step by step

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The background of Bai Yihao's painting is bamboo. A few green branches have just sprouted out, but the meaning of bamboo is already full.

In the clear sky, a full moon hangs half in the sky. A famous man in undressed robes is sitting in front of a bamboo, playing the guqin in his hand, with an elegant attitude. There is also a pot of wine beside it. The wine pot is tilted, and it has obviously been used. The famous man Playing the piano is already in a drunken state, making it even more graceful and graceful. Such a painting is extremely beautiful both in terms of scenery and imagery.

It is also in line with today’s theme of Qin and celebrities. If the title of the poem is not consistent, it will easily make people feel that it is superfluous.

It's hard!

It’s hard to pinpoint the meaning of the picture, because things are confusing to people!

You Yue'e sneered triumphantly, but she turned her head and asked, "Princess Anping, what do you think should be written here?" She looked like she was asking for advice humbly.

Wang Xiuxiu said nothing. She pinched the handkerchief and covered up the smug smile on her lips. As long as Mo Xuetong was unlucky, no one would believe what she said in the future. The matter between her and Prince Ning would be left to rot in Mo Xuetong's stomach. Here, it turned out that Prince Ning's idea was the best. Without factual evidence, what could Mo Xuetong say.

The two of them each had their own ulterior motives, and they both wanted to see Mo Xuetong look embarrassed.

Luo Mingzhu also saw some clues, and tugged on her sleeves anxiously, lowering her voice and urging: "Cousin Tong, you wait here first, I will go find my elder brother to help you write."

After saying that, she was about to stand up. Mo Xuetong grabbed her, shook her head slightly, motioned her calmly not to leave, and pointed at herself to express that she was fine.

She knew that Luo Mingzhu had good intentions and wanted Luo Wenyou, who had always been known for his talent, to help write a song, and then she handed it to her, but now everyone was staring at her. If Luo Mingzhu did this at this time, If something happens, Wang Xiuxiu and the others who are keeping a close eye on her will surely get hold of it, and Luo Wenyou will be embarrassed as well.

"Mr. Bai, I wonder if I can borrow a pen and paper?" There were no other pens nearby, only a brush used by Bai Yihao. Mo Xuetong raised her eyes and asked with a smile.

"Princess, just take care of yourself." Bai Yihao said with a warm smile, his handsome face as bright and gentle as the moon, which attracted the eyes of the ladies around him.

Mo Xuetong's attention was not on him, nor did she look at him. She picked up the pen with her right hand and looked at Bai Yihao's paintings. After thinking for a moment, she started writing on Sujuan's white paper below. After finishing writing, he put the pen on the pen holder aside, picked up the plain white paper, handed it to Bai Yihao with a slight smile, and said politely, "Master Bai, please comment."

As long as Bai Yihao said yes, it would be impossible for Wang Xiuxiu and others to say no no matter how hard they tried.

Bai Yihao took it with a smile, his handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking at the poem in his hand, his face showed some surprise.

"Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest don't know, but the bright moon comes to shine, good!"

"Good poem, really good poem. The talent of a princess is worthy of a talented woman from the capital." Someone standing next to Bai Yihao could see it clearly and praised him.

"It's indeed a good poem. It fits the title so well. I can't believe that the princess is such a good scholar at such a young age. She is such a good girl!" Someone exclaimed and pulled the article. He was obviously a real celebrity in this piano club. , this comment is naturally much more genuine than that of ordinary fake celebrities.

You Yue'e was dumbfounded as she listened, and stood up suddenly. She wanted to take a look. She never believed that a girl from the countryside could actually write such a good and relevant masterpiece.

"Why is it written so well? Even a famous talent cannot write such an appropriate poem. Princess Anping is truly a well-deserved talent." Wang Xiuxiu was also stunned, but then her eyes flickered and she suddenly covered her lips. chuckled.

"No, Princess Anping is the real talented woman." Shen Xianxiu smiled without any intention and cheered.

You Yue'e is not the only one who has changed her face this time. The most beautiful women in the capital are talented women. Beauty depends on appearance. Whether she is beautiful or not is up to everyone to comment. Especially when comparing the two, beauty or beauty is not clear at all, so in order to To increase the popularity of one's own lady and find a good marriage in the future, every major family will reveal several poems by one's own lady.

There are indeed some good poems, coupled with some propaganda, many women have refuted the reputation of "both talented and beautiful". Regardless of whether it is true or not, those young ladies feel that they are different from others after they go out, and they are usually arrogant. Very, very disdainful to others, but at this time I heard that a bumpkin from the countryside not only gained a reputation as a talented woman, but also seemed to deliberately doubt them.

The group immediately exploded.

"The poems are indeed beautiful. I don't know if they were written by me. Last time my aunt asked me to review the poems, and I found that several of the top ones were plagiarized." A fan sitting on Bai Yihao's right hand side The beauty in clothes glanced sideways at the poem in Bai Yihao's hand and smiled disdainfully.

She is the niece of Concubine Su and Su Meier, the daughter of the Minister of Civil Affairs. She is pretty and pretty. She is also a well-known talented woman in the capital. And because she is the cousin of the King of Chu, many people flatter her, so she is indeed famous. She has a reputation for both talent and beauty, but she has always looked down on those so-called beauties, thinking that they are just vases with nothing to be proud of.

At this time, I heard someone speaking with suspicion, and I was the first to point the finger at Mo Xuetong.

"Miss Su, I really can't remember it if I don't tell you. It seems that this painting has been mentioned before." You Yue'e also calmed down at this time, glanced at Su Mei'er, covered her mouth and smiled.

"Isn't it? It's just a few of the poems that my aunt showed me last time. I really can't remember them at the moment." Su Mei'er followed You Yue'e's words and stroked her forehead, seeming quite helpless. It seemed that because he couldn't remember it for a moment, he and You Yue'e were so close to each other that they almost pointed at Mo Xuetong's nose and said she plagiarized!

"You are talking nonsense. Cousin Tong did not plagiarize. This poem is so suitable for the scene and time. Could it be that Mr. Bai also set up a trap with cousin Tong to deceive people?" Luo Mingzhu was angry. She usually refused to suffer losses. At this time Hearing that these noble ladies were saying that Mo Xuetong plagiarized, he immediately slapped the table and stood up to counterattack.

"Sister Mingzhu, please sit down first. I believe it is impossible for Princess Anping to do such a thing, and it is even less possible for Mr. Bai to conspire with the princess. Could it be that in order to make a name for the princess, Mr. Bai does not even care about his own name." Wang Xiuxiu asked Luo Mingzhu to sit down and explained in a soft voice.

Immediately, a few more unkind glances were directed at Mo Xuetong.

Being able to be protected by Bai Yihao so carefully shows that Bai Yihao is truly moved. There are quite a few young ladies in the capital who have a crush on Bai Yihao. Almost all of them are sitting in a circle around him, hearing that Bai Yihao is in love with Mo Xue. Tong was actually able to ignore this situation, not one of them was jealous, and all of them cast their unkind eyes on Mo Xuetong.

As expected, Wang Xiuxiu was not an economical person. She was chosen as the public enemy in just two sentences. Mo Xuetong was really speechless.

Watching the people in front of me say something from time to time, and sarcasm myself from time to time, I really demonstrated what it means to be shameless. In order to destroy myself, I will do whatever it takes. It's a pity that the sword is a good sword, but it is double-edged. !

He comforted Luo Mingzhu, who had an angry look on his face, to sit down, patted her shoulder to tell her not to worry, turned back to look at Su Meier with a smile and asked: "Miss Su just said that she had seen such a poem, and what about it?" In the imperial concubine's palace, I don't know which young lady did it. Can you let me see which young lady's masterpiece I copied, which has made all the young ladies so angry that they even want to accuse me of wrongdoing even if they want to discredit the young master?"

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on Su Meier suspiciously. If Mo Xuetong's poems were her own, how could Bai Yihao protect her? What's more, besides Mr. Bai, He smiled softly and didn't even say a word of explanation. He looked like he was sitting on the sidelines watching a show. It really didn't look like he was specifically protecting Mo Xuetong.

All the ladies reacted smartly in this regard, and several of them immediately spoke to Su Meier.

"Miss Su, just tell her which lady did it."

"Miss Su, is this the poem that was sent to the palace in the draft a few days ago? Can you tell me which girl made it?" The draft has been carried out now, and young ladies from all major families have been sent to the palace. Although the prince's princess has already Ding, there are also concubines and others, and I heard that there are still a few beauties that need to be admitted in the palace.

Because the scale is small, and I heard that we should select those with both ability and political integrity. I heard that the show ladies each wrote a few poems a few days ago and sent them to the palace. I saw the poems in Concubine Su's palace. Apart from this, there seemed to be nothing else. .

Su Meier was stunned when she was asked. She just casually said that she had seen some poems somewhere and talked about Concubine Su just to prove the credibility of her words. Only then did she remember that she had said this You really can't talk nonsense. There are only a few beautiful ladies here. Even if no one is here, there are still people from her family.

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Don't just talk nonsense.

Su Meier's face turned red when everyone looked at her. She felt that she couldn't stand down in front of so many people. She immediately said to Mo Xuetong in an aggressive manner: "There are such poems, but how can the poems for the palace draft be so casually written?" Just name it.”

When a beautiful lady enters the palace to choose poems, the one who can write poems about this person is most likely to be selected. From now on, she will be the queen of the palace. Her status is noble, how can she reveal it at will? What's more, the result is unknown now. If the news is leaked at will, what if it happens? If there is an accident, who bears the responsibility

What Su Meier said is indeed very reasonable.

"It turns out that it was really written by the young ladies in the palace, but it's not right. The princess heard that her home was robbed that day, her foot was injured, and she didn't enter the palace." Wang Xiuxiu sat there, as if she wanted to replace Mo Xuetong. Definitely, the hesitant words became less and less powerful as she listened, as if she was not sure.

As expected, Wang Xiuxiu was very scheming, and she calmly directed everyone's attention to the fact that Mo Xuetong had not entered the palace. If she had not entered the palace, naturally she would not have copied the poems from the palace, but what if she had entered the palace? Did Wang Xiuxiu know that Mo Xuetong entered the palace once

"The princess has entered the palace. On the day of the palace banquet, I heard that Princess Anping caused some trouble after entering the palace. Liu Meiren's face was hurt." Sure enough, You Yue'e caught this matter keenly and sneered. road.

"Princess Anping, do you have any evidence that you wrote it?" Su Meier immediately became angry after receiving support. He said triumphantly.

"Yes, if Princess Anping can provide evidence, we will naturally believe it." You Yue'e smiled, with an innocent and delicate expression on her face, but with a sneer in her eyes. She walked over and turned her head to Bai Yihao's hand. Shizi looked at it, full of disdain.

"No, how can we believe you without evidence!" Su Meier's lies became more and more fluent, her smile became more aggressive, and she looked at Mo Xuetong, as if she really wanted to see her prove her innocence.

Bai Yihao's eyes passed over Su Mei'er calmly, he smiled softly and said nothing. He put down the poem in his hand, turned around and picked up the pen, and swiped it over the painting just now. It was obviously Mo Xuetong's. That poem, which I only read from one side a moment ago and now directly displayed on the picture, has a completely different artistic conception.

The painting and the poem complement each other, making it more and more seamless, as if the poem was written for the painting, and the painting was created because of the poem!

Bai Yi writes in cursive style, so the style of writing and painting have some wild elements in it, which makes the style of this painting more and more lofty. It is Bai Yihao's style of writing. The combination of the two people's poems can be said to be a match made in heaven, just like Made in heaven. (To be continued)