After the tender beauty was reborn, the husband of the god of war competed for favor

Chapter 60 This is written by my sister

Song Jiuxi looked at Song Wanwan's poem that was hung at the highest point of Deyun Restaurant, and then she frowned.

The style of this poem does not seem to be written by a woman, because this poem is about a man's career ambitions and his ambitions. Moreover, the style of this poem is completely different from Song Wenzhi's previous poetry writing style.

It is said that Song Wanwan was taught by Song Wenzhi, and he should have inherited Song Wenzhi's style.

In the midst of the praise, a sudden voice suddenly sounded, "Did Miss Song Er really write this poem?"

Yongjia smiled and said, "I'm not the only one who thinks so, there's another one."

Everyone looked towards the person who made the sound and saw a young Confucian scholar. He was wearing a gray and washed old Confucian shirt. He had a handsome appearance and a temperament as smooth as bamboo, but his expression was very serious.

Someone in the hall exclaimed: "This is Shen Changshu, this year's crown prince."

This year's top pick in Chunwei is a forty-year-old veteran who has taken countless imperial examinations, but he won the top spot and second place all at once.

The second person on the list was Lin Anyan, the direct son of the Lin family, but Tanhualang was a poor scholar who came to Beijing from out of town to take the exam.

As a result, Lin Anyan and Shen Changshu became the objects of comparison among the people in the capital. Both of them had good looks and top-notch knowledge.

However, because Shen Changshu's family was poor and he never participated in their conversations, and he was a very serious person, his reputation among literati was not very good.

Some literati who couldn't stand Shen Changshu said: "Master Shen, you are here again. Have you read Miss Song Er's poems? Just pick out other people's faults here."

"Although I haven't read Miss Song Er's poems..."

"You haven't read it? Then you are still talking so loudly? Mr. Shen, you are just a small editor of the Hanlin Academy. Why are you speaking so loudly?"

The speaker was also a student who participated in the Spring Festival this year, but he only passed the Jinshi examination in his twenties. However, his family members were all high officials in the imperial court, so they were not afraid of Shen Changshu, a poor scholar who came to edit the Hanlin Academy.

Song Wanwan saw that someone had been refuting Shen Changshu, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. "Does Mr. Shen think there is anything wrong with the poems I wrote?"

Shen Changshu didn't get angry when someone refuted him. He continued to say seriously: "I just think this poem is like Brother Lin's poem."

Song Wanwan's heart tightened, and Lin Yixian couldn't listen anymore. "What nonsense are you talking about? This poem was written by Wanwan's sister, what does it have to do with my brother."

Lin Yixian was very angry. She took Song Wanwan's hand and said, "Sister Wanwan, don't listen to his nonsense. I know you wrote this poem." Song Wanwan smiled and shook her head: "Originally, we gathered here. I also want to share my poems for everyone to comment on. Everyone has different opinions. Isn’t this the purpose of our mutual discussion?”

After hearing Song Wanwan's words, others praised him one after another.

"Second Miss Song is still smart and sensible, we are willing to be inferior."

"Miss Song Er is not only outstanding in talent and learning, but also kind-hearted."

Shen Changshu didn't care about this at all. He said: "When I talked with Brother Lin before, I heard him say the last line of this poem, so I said that this poem was written by Brother Lin."

Song Wanwan's eyes darkened, and then she tightened her handkerchief.

"What's wrong with you? Why can't you understand what I told you?" Lin Yixian said angrily, "Sister Wanwan wrote this poem before and showed it to my brother. My brother thought it was very good. , and have been keeping it in the study for appreciation every day. Today I came to see Sister Wanwan and took out this poem."

When Song Wanwan heard Lin Yixian say it all, her heart suddenly tightened. But when she saw Lin Yixian's expression, she knew that Lin Yixian felt that this poem was hers.

Song Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief. After listening to Lin Yixian's words, others believed that this poem was written by Song Wanwan, but they had only shown it to Lin Anyan beforehand.

So everyone started to blame Shen Changshu.

"Mr. Shen, you are accusing Miss Song Er without any basis. Do you know what a shame it is to plagiarize other people's poems and articles?"

"Hmph, I think Mr. Shen is now an official, and his dignity is on display."

"That's right, Miss Song Er doesn't need to pay attention to him. We all feel that with Miss Song's talent, there is no way she could plagiarize other people's poems."

Song Wanwan smiled and looked at Shen Changshu with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

At this time, Yongjia who was upstairs couldn't stand it anymore and said loudly: "Since some people question Miss Song's talent and learning, Miss Song should prove herself."

Song Wanwan raised her head suddenly, frowned when she saw Princess Yongjia, and then saw Song Jiuxi next to Princess Yongjia.

Song Jiuxi clearly saw the panic in Song Wanwan's eyes. She had no proof that the poem was not Song Wanwan's, but seeing Song Wanwan panicked, she believed it.

Song Wanwan maintained the smile on her face and said: "Why should I prove that I wrote this poem? Do I still want to prove that I am right?"

As Song Wanwan spoke, her eyelashes drooped and she seemed to feel sad and aggrieved.

A discerning person can see that he has been bullied and is afraid to speak out.

Song Wanwan's supporters couldn't stand it anymore and said to Yongjia upstairs: "The princess is too bullying. The princess herself can't understand poetry, but she still questions the poem written by the second Miss Song." "The second Miss Song." But not just anyone can question the most talented woman in the capital, wouldn’t that mean we are treated as fools?”

Yongjia got angry and whipped out his whip to teach others a lesson. Song Jiuxi blocked it with his hand and said, "You think this poem was written by Song Wanwan, but we don't think it was. Since we all have differences, let's let someone prove it. If If it proves that it was our fault, then how about I, the elder sister, apologize to Song Wanwan in public?"

"How to prove this? Who will prove it?"

Song Jiuxi said: "Didn't Master Shen say that this poem belongs to Mr. Lin? Why don't we just invite Mr. Lin over and we'll find out."

Song Wanwan said anxiously: "Master Lin is busy now, I'm afraid he doesn't have time..."

Song Jiuxi smiled: "We don't have time to wait, and what are you afraid of, sister? The Holy One has already arranged for you to marry Mr. Lin, and we are still afraid that Mr. Lin will hide it from you."

"Song Jiuxi, don't talk nonsense. Even if my brother comes, he will still say that this poem is from Sister Wanwan, because this poem was originally written by Sister Wanwan. Right, Sister Wanwan?" Lin Yixian looked at Song Wanwan.

The smile on Song Wanwan's face could no longer be maintained, and her right eyelid twitched violently.

"Yixian..." Song Wanwan grabbed Lin Yixian's hand and wanted her to tell Lin Anyan not to come over.

But Lin Yixian thought Song Wanwan was frightened, so she quickly comforted her and said, "Sister Wanwan, I believe you."

"Yes, Miss Song Er, we also believe in you." Others present also began to express their opinions.

Song Wanwan was speechless and turned pale.

Song Jiuxi raised her lips and said meaningfully: "Then ask the restaurant owner to send someone to invite Mr. Lin. When Mr. Lin comes, it will be clear who wrote this poem."

(End of chapter)