On stage.
Nangong Huoyue looked at the weak girl who was holding the scroll and needed someone to support her as she walked out, and her brows suddenly frowned.
People from other families also looked at the Qin mother and daughter.
Song Fu looked at the 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, both her children died tragically.
Wang, the eldest lady of Chengguo Mansion, glanced at the Qin family members, then looked behind her, but did not see the figure she wanted to see.
Qin Wen Zheng bowed his head and said respectfully: "What I gave to the princess was a jade ruyi and a painting of poetry and calligraphy."
Qin Chuan immediately took the brocade box in his hand and handed it over.
The maid behind Nangong Huoyue came down, took it in her hand, opened the brocade box, took a look at it, and then handed it to her respectfully.
Nangong Huoyue just glanced at it 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 Wenzhen's side. Qin Weimo lowered his head and held the calligraphy and painting in his hands up.
Song Ruyue tugged at her clothes and signaled her to kneel down.
When the mother and daughter were about to kneel down, Nangong Huoyue said calmly: "Miss Qin is weak, so there is no need to kneel down."
Song Ruyue paused for a moment and had to kneel down.
Qin Weimo was standing with the calligraphy and painting in his hands, his body trembling slightly, and he seemed to be a little unstable.
"Get up and help me."
Nangong Huoyue said one more sentence.
Song Ruyue quickly said, "Thank you, Princess."
After saying that, he quickly stood up and supported the girl beside him who could no longer hold on.
When the maidservant beside Nangong Huoyue was about to come down to take the calligraphy and painting from the girl's hand, Jiang Jinnan beside her suddenly smiled and said, "Princess, the second daughter of the Qin family has always been known as a talented woman in our Mo City. Although she is weak, she can write and paint, and is multi-talented. The poems given to the princess today must be excellent. Why not let the second daughter of the Qin family read a few poems and let everyone comment on them, or the princess can help guide them."
The maid stopped.
Nangong Huoyue paused, looked at the weak girl in the audience and said, "Then recite two songs. As for guidance, it is not necessary."
Jiang Jinnan hurriedly said, "Brother Wen Zheng, let Ling Qianjin read it."
Hearing this, Qin Weimo raised his head and slowly unfolded the poetry, calligraphy and painting in his hand.
The entire hall was silent.
After a pause, the girl's soft voice rang out slowly: "The golden sword and the white jade decoration shine through the window at night. The man has wasted his time and has not made any achievements. He holds the sword and looks at the wilderness alone. He makes friends with all the extraordinary people in Beijing. They share life and death with each other. It is a shame to be unknown in the history books for thousands of years. I will repay the emperor with my loyalty. Since you joined the army, the South Mountain is as beautiful as jade in the morning snow. Although the three families of Chu can destroy Qin, how can the great Yan be empty!"
After the girl finished reading, everyone's eyes turned to the girl in the red dress on the stage. After taking a look, they immediately lowered their heads and waited quietly.
No one dared to comment first.
Nangong Huoyue frowned slightly when she heard the first two lines. After listening to the whole poem, she pondered for a moment, looked at the weak girl in the audience and said, "Did you write this poem yourself?"
Qin Weimo lowered her head and said, "I did it myself."
At this time, Mrs. Song, Sun Qiaoyun, who was standing not far away, suddenly stepped out from the crowd and said, "Princess, she is lying!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall looked at her in astonishment.
Song Fu immediately shouted in a low voice: "Come back! How can a woman like you have the right to speak in front of the princess?"
Sun Qiaoyun still bowed her head and gritted her teeth and said, "Princess, she is lying!"
At this time, the people in the inner room also began to discuss in a low voice.
"I seem to have heard this poem somewhere two days ago..."
"Oh, I've heard of it, too. It seems to have been written by a talented scholar from the Song family. My son even read it several times after he went back home."
In the hall, everyone's face changed.
The weak girl still held the scroll in her hands, lowered her head, and said nothing.
On stage.
Nangong Huoyue suddenly said, "Read the next one."
The girl agreed, and her soft voice sounded again in the hall: "The general opened the gate, standing upright in the wind. The generals wanted to speak, but hesitated to enter. The sword energy shot into the sky, and the drum sounded in the plains. Yellow dust blocked the road, and the horses were chasing the soldiers. They bent their bows and went out, and the arrows flew like rain. They surrounded the enemy for a hundred miles and beheaded five thousand people. Dai Ma bled to death, and the Hu people hugged the saddle and cried. In ancient times, we have raised soldiers and often attacked when there was trouble. Taking advantage of the good fortune of our temple, you made the weapons go down. You returned to the capital with a triumphant victory, and the army looked so good."
After the poem was finished, there was silence in the hall.
Nangong Huoyue frowned, looked at the weak girl in the audience, and asked, "Did you write this poem yourself?"
Song Ruyue looked grim and hurriedly pulled at her daughter's clothes.
Qin Weimo lowered his head and said in a soft but calm voice: "Yes."
At this moment, Sun Qiaoxiang suddenly bent her knees, knelt on the ground, and shouted: "Princess, she is lying! These two poems were written by my nephew Song Zhengming!"
The people in the inner room began to discuss in low voices again.
"I heard this poem a few days ago. It was indeed written by the talented scholar from the Song family..."
"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that this young lady from the Qin family, who looks so weak and pitiful, would be so shameless as to steal other people's poems and even dare to say in front of the princess that they were her own..."
The hall was unusually quiet.
There was constant sound of discussion coming from the inner room.
Song Ruyue's face flushed red.
Qin Wen Zheng's face also turned ugly.
Nangong Huoyue looked at the family of four, was silent for a moment, looked at the weak girl and said, "Read it again."
Qin Weimo looked down at the scroll in his hand and continued to read softly:
"The autumn wind blows on the frontier, the sun sets on the city walls and the flags fly. The young man rides a horse and saddles himself to suit his purpose. It is a joy to be in the army, no matter who you are with. The cavalry has just reached Jibei, but the news has already spread to Liaoxi. The time to return is still here, and the willows are still lingering. In the spring moonlight, the red sleeves need not cry."
As soon as she finished speaking, Sun Qiaoxiang, who was kneeling on the ground, shouted again: "Princess! This poem was still written by my nephew Song Zhengming!"
The discussions in the inner room became more frequent.
Song Ruyue finally couldn't help herself and shouted angrily, "Sun Qiaoxiang! You said it was your nephew who did it. 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 over the scroll that the Song family just sent."
The maid quickly found the scroll from the gifts, unfolded it, and placed it in front of her.
Nangong Huoyue glanced at the poem above, looked at the weak girl below, and said, "Read it again."
Qin Weimo had a calm expression, lowered his head, and continued to recite: "Hold on to the green mountain and never let go, the roots are originally in the broken rock. After thousands of blows, it is still strong, no matter which direction the wind blows from."
"Read it again."
Nangong Huoyue said calmly.
Qin Weimo continued to read softly:
"In the hall, counselors are making plans, and on the border, fierce generals are fighting. The weather, the terrain and the people are all favorable. Yan can be attacked and it is said that it is possible. Today, the towers and pavilions are full of gongs and drums, and other days, the swords will trample the mountains and rivers. The people of the capital sing in unison. The governor leads all the ministers to congratulate."
"Read it again."
Qin Weimo panted and recited the last poem:
"Black clouds press down on the city, and the city is about to collapse. The armor shines in the sun, and the golden scales are open. The sound of horns fills the sky with autumn colors, and the rouge on the frontier turns purple at night. The half-rolled red flag is facing the Yishui River, and the frost is heavy and the drums are cold, but they can't be heard. I will report your kindness on the Golden Terrace, and I will die for you with the Jade Dragon."
Nangong Huoyue looked at her and said nothing more.
The hall was silent.
The discussions in the inner room became louder.
"Stealing! It's all stealing!"
"I have read these poems. They were clearly written by the great talent of the Song family."
"How abominable! How dare you lie to the princess in person!"
"The Qin family is extremely treasonous! The princess just came back from a victory, and they actually used stolen items to play tricks on her in front of her..."
Hearing these remarks, Song Ruyue's face began to turn pale.
On stage.
Nangong Huoyue handed the scroll sent by the Song family to Jiang Jinnan and said, "City Lord Jiang, take a look first."
Jiang Jinnan took the scroll and looked at it carefully.
After he finished reading all the poems, he was immediately shocked and said, "Princess, these... these poems..."
He didn't say anything else. He immediately took the Song family scroll with a gloomy face and handed it to Qin Wenzheng, saying, "Brother Wenzheng, take a good look at it yourself!"
Qin Wen Zheng took the scroll and looked at the poem on it.
Song Ruyue next to her immediately came over to take a look.
Every time they read a poem, their faces turned pale. After reading all the poems, Song Ruyue's body went limp and she collapsed to the ground in fear.
Qin Weimo had no one to support him and was about to fall, but was supported by Qin Chuan, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed.
Qin Wen Zheng's face looked grim. He froze for a long while before he handed the scroll in his hand back to Jiang Jinnan, who was standing in front of him with a gloomy face.
"Brother Wen Zheng, your daughter is really brave!"
Jiang Jinnan finished speaking in a cold voice, unfolded the scroll, and solemnly read out the poems on it word for word. Then he turned around and handed the scroll to the others in the hall to read. With a cold face, he said, "The 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 that are different. Everyone can take a look for yourself!"
People from the Wang family, Zhang family, Luo family and other families were all shocked when they heard this, and they quickly took the items in their hands to look at them.
After watching it, everyone looked in disbelief.
"Brother Wen Zheng, how could your daughter... Hey..."
"Even if you want to plagiarize, you can't give it to the princess. Isn't your Qin family tantamount to..."
Everyone was talking about it.
Sun Qiaoxiang, who was kneeling on the ground, spoke loudly again: "Princess, City Lord! The daughter of the Qin family plagiarized the poems of my nephew and deliberately deceived and teased the princess at the celebration banquet prepared for her. This is treason and she deserves to be executed! The Qin family knew about it but kept silent, and they have ulterior motives. They deserve to be punished together, their property confiscated and exiled to serve as a warning to others!"
Nangong Huoyue frowned and didn't reply immediately.
Qin Weimo suddenly turned his head and looked at the woman kneeling on the ground and said, "Aunt Sun, are these poems really written by your Song family?"
Sun Qiaoxiang looked up at her and sneered, "The princess will know whether it is true or not! My nephew Zhengming wrote these poems a few days ago and compiled them into a collection. The scholars in my Song family saw them with their own eyes and praised them highly, so they all agreed that they should be given to the princess. You are so bold that you dare to tease the princess in person. Do you really think that your Qin family has the final say in Mo City and doesn't even take the princess seriously?"
At this time, a woman suddenly came out from the inner room, knelt on the ground and said, "Princess, I can testify that I saw these poems at the Song family a few days ago. They were indeed written by the talented scholar of the Song family!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several women and girls came out from the inner room again, and they all knelt down to testify that they had heard these poems a few days ago.
At this time, several scholars outside shouted loudly: "Princess, these poems were indeed written by Song Zhengming of the Song family. We can all testify to this!"
Qin Wen Zheng lowered his head with a gloomy expression.
Qin Chuan's face was equally ugly.
Song Ruyue collapsed to the ground.
The people in the entire hall looked at the four people of the Qin family with contempt, gloating and other emotions.
Song Fu lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.
Jiang Jinnan's face turned pale and he said, "Brother Wen Zheng, I'm sorry."
Then he shouted coldly: "Come here! Arrest this woman who dared to deceive and tease the princess, and put her in jail!"
Two armored guards suddenly walked out of the door.
Song Ruyue was trembling 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 behind the weak girl and looked up, but did not take action immediately.
Nangong Huoyue turned her head and looked at the maid, frowning and said, "Yuewu, what's wrong?"
The maid named Yuewu glanced at the weak girl below and said softly, "Your Highness, the poems that Miss Qin read sound fine. But the poems handed over by the Song family... if you look at them individually, there is actually nothing wrong with them, but when compared with the poems Miss Qin read... there are big problems."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall looked puzzled.
Aren't those poems exactly the same? The daughter of the Qin family just changed a few words. How come one is fine while the other is a big problem
Nangong Huoyue's eyes moved and asked, "What's the problem?"
The maid named Yuewu lowered her head and said solemnly, "Your Highness, some of the poems written by the young master of the Song family may be... anti-poems!"