After rebirth, the female supporting role only wanted to have a grand funeral

Chapter 84 "Ascending"

Passion comes and goes quickly.

Everyone lost the energy to scream and yell, and soon became quiet, only silently recalling the few lines of the poem just now in their hearts.

While reminiscing, I had to retell it several times with my head shaking, and finally I smacked my lips and said "Wonderful, wonderful" several times.

Xue Shu also clicked her tongue twice, and when she felt that the opera was almost done, she withdrew her eyes and prepared to change into a more comfortable position and start drinking tea.

It seems that Chu Chu has successfully become famous through those poems just like in her previous life.

It doesn't matter, let Chu Chu be happy again. Anyway, her book of poems has been printed and will come in handy sooner or later.

The best is yet to come.

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Some people became quiet, and others stood up and started new waves.

"Miss Chu, Princess Yongjia has already said that original poems are required. Your poem... is not original, right?" The woman with a beautiful face looked directly at Chu Chu with a mocking tone.

Xue Shu was startled, and she suddenly turned her head to look at Qin Xiang: "What's going on?"

Qin Xiang spread his hands with an innocent face and said, "I don't know."

She is just a poor little person who was robbed of her poetry collection. What can she know?

Perhaps her mother showed the poetry collection to her little sisters?

Maybe her little sister told her daughter about it when she had nothing to do?

Maybe someone happened to remember it?

Perhaps those who remember the verse happened to be at the party?

Coincidence, all coincidence, she didn't know anything.

Qin Xiang didn't feel guilty at all and looked at Xue Shu with a look of ignorance.

She's good at playing dumb.

As expected, Xue Shu didn't feel anything was wrong. She didn't have time to think too much. The show was already on. If she didn't watch it now, how could she wait?

Chu Chu's face was a little stiff, but she was confident that no one in the world knew those verses, so she was still able to hold her own: "What do you mean by this? I wrote these verses here in front of everyone today. They are not my original creations."

, who else could it be?”

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone agreed -

"Yes, we are all scholars. If such a heroic poem had existed in the world, how could we not know about it?"

"Second Miss Wu, don't tell me that you are jealous of Miss Chu Chu's literary talent, so you compiled these things, and you want to slander Miss Chu, right?"

"That's right, Miss Wu, your literary talent can be bad, but your character cannot be bad!"

"You girls are just used to being jealous and quarrelsome. Miss Chu Chu is really talented and won't tolerate your arbitrary arrangement!"

The last young man scolded all the women present.

What is intolerable is unbearable.

The women also stood up and yelled back, and Qin Xiang also jumped up and shouted several times, which made the man almost want to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

It is conceivable that after today's banquet, this man may not be able to find a good match in the capital.

The second girl Wu listened to the quarrel, sneered and said, "Literary talent? Then I will also compose a song to show you what real literary talent is, okay?"

After hearing this, the faces of the young gentlemen showed a bit of disdain.

Throughout the dynasties, men have studied knowledge more deeply. After all, men have to take scientific examinations. Unlike women, they only need to know a few words and be able to compose poems.

How many talented women have there been throughout the ages?

It is rare to find someone as knowledgeable as Chu Chu in thousands of years.

Besides, Miss Wu Er has grown up in the capital, and everyone here knows how good she is. When they see her openly challenging her, no one takes it seriously at all. They all stand aside with their arms folded and say:

He looked at Miss Wu with the eyes of a clown, waiting for her to make a fool of herself.

The young men didn't think highly of Miss Wu Er, but the women all looked at her eagerly, hoping that she would make a splash and then give those scornful people a slap in the face.

Miss Wu coughed twice and cleared her throat: "...The wind is strong and the sky is high. The apes are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugong. The endless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Wanli is a frequent guest in the sad autumn, for more than a hundred years.

Illness alone appears on the stage. Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples, and my wine glass is tainted with new stains - how about it?"

This is the poem that impressed her most.

She didn't know how complicated the poet's experience was, nor where he was when he wrote the poem, nor what his state of mind was. She just listened to it once, and she couldn't forget it again.

Seeing the cracked expressions on the faces of the young men opposite, Miss Wu breathed a long sigh of relief and asked loudly: "Have you ever heard of this poem?"

Everyone shook their heads, with complex expressions on their faces.

"This Wu family's waiter is actually so powerful?" Xue Chen's eyes widened in surprise, and Jing Xing's expression also changed slightly.

Chu Chu didn't care. After all, she had just arrived in the capital, so she might be a bit clumsy.

But this Miss Wu Er grew up in the capital, and I have never heard that she is good at composing poetry.

This...can't be hidden, right?

Miss Wu Er snorted coldly. She turned to look at Chu Chu and said: "According to Miss Chu Chu, I also composed these poems here in front of everyone, and no one has heard of this poem, so this poem

Should it be my original work?”

Chu Chu's face was pale and her lips were slightly open, looking extremely surprised.

How could that happen?!

How could she know this poem?!

This is the highlight that she specially reserved!

Seeing that she didn't speak, Miss Wu Er called again: "Miss Chu Chu?"

Chu Chu finally came back to her senses, laughed twice, and said: "Of course it is."

"But this is not my original work!" This was what Miss Wu Er was waiting for. "A few days ago, my mother went to Mrs. Qin's house as a guest. This poem was excerpted and brought back from Mrs. Qin's house.

!”

As soon as these words came out, Chu Chu's face became a little gloomier.

Only she knew those poems.

Why is this person...

Wait—Mrs. Qin?

Chu Chu narrowed her eyes and focused on Qin Xiang.

Not to be outdone, Qin Xiang glared back.

She is not scared!

There was a lot of discussion on the court because of what Miss Wu Er said.

Some people have believed what Miss Wu Er said, but there are still others who refuse to believe it and are asking Miss Wu to provide evidence.

As a result, Miss Wu Er flicked her sleeves, raised her head, and said: "There is no evidence, believe it or not, this poem is not my original work, nor is it Miss Chu's original work."

Her qualifications were limited, and writing poetry would almost cost her her life.

Therefore, she particularly cherishes the fruits of her labor.

Not only does she cherish her own, she also cherishes others.

Such a good poem, integrated with the poet's spirit and integrity, if used by another person to gain fame and reputation, would be a stain on the poet and the poem itself.

Seeing that she didn't want to talk anymore, most of the people were confused.

"Since there is a collection of poems that contains such good poems, why didn't we know about it?" A young man finally asked the key point.

Miss Wu Er sneered and said: "You still claim to have read thousands of books. Even a little girl like me knows this collection of poems, but you don't know. How dare you ask? Are you afraid that others won't know that you are stupid?"

These words not only blocked the young man's words, but also made most of the men present look embarrassed.

Xue Shu and Qin Xiang looked at each other.

This girl... is so fierce.

(End of chapter)