The prince is very fierce

"Wow——"

When Xu Buling said this, the whole place was filled with astonishment.

There was nothing that people could do if he refused to change his words after copying the poem. If he admitted it on the spot, he would be labeled as a 'poem thief'.

However, although everyone was ashamed, Xu Buling was brave enough to admit it openly, so there was nothing to say.

He was the eldest son of Prince Su, and he bought a poem for fun. He admitted it on the spot after being exposed. He could let it go. He didn't make a living from it, so there was no need to hold on to it.

Song Baiqing, Qi Xinghan and other great scholars were relieved and nodded slightly when they saw Xu Buling admit his mistake cleanly.

Qi Xinghan was about to say "It is great to know one's mistakes and improve them", but she didn't expect Miss Song next to her to speak again.

Song Yufu's face was full of anger and confusion, her almond eyes were wide open:

"Master Xu! This poem was originally written by you, why don't you admit it, and still bear the infamy of "poetry theft"? "

Because I don't want to die young!

Xu Buling gritted his teeth in his heart, and he had to look ashamed, shaking his head and chuckled:

"This poem is obvious to all. I can't write it. It is indeed copied."

Song Yufu's eyes glared:

"Who did you copy?"

"I..."

Xu Buling's heart "stomped" and froze on the spot.

It's over!

Who did I copy?

I copied Li Qingzhao.

There is no Li Qingzhao in this place!

Xu Buling's face sank slightly, and his mind turned quickly: "Well... I asked the servants to go out and buy it."

But no one listened to this sentence.

Song Yufu's words "Who did you copy" had attracted the attention of everyone present.

Yes!

Xu Buling's literary talent may be fake, but the poem is real.

This poem will surely become a masterpiece of all ages. Even if Xu Buling bought it, it must have been written by someone with real talent, right?

Buying and selling, there is buying only when there is selling.

Just now, I only accused Xu Buling of "stealing poems", but I forgot about this!

Qi Xinghan, who has always been picky, frowned and touched his chin and said:

"Xu Buling, since you said that this poem was bought, then may I ask who bought it?"

Xu Buling took a breath: "I asked the servant to go out and buy it, I don't know who it was."

"When did you buy it?"

"A few days ago."

"Okay!"

Qi Xinghan nodded. The great scholars on the high platform are not corrupt scholars. Who hasn't been struggling in the officialdom for half a lifetime?

Hearing these words, everyone showed a strange expression.

Qi Xinghan walked down the platform to the hall with a smile on his face. He put his hands behind his back like a teacher and circled around Xu Buling twice:

"A few days ago... that is to say, this poem was bought near Chang'an City, right?"

Xu Buling frowned: "I guess so."

"Hehe..."

Qi Xinghan looked at Xu Buling for a few times: "Among the one million people in Chang'an City, half of them have studied in private schools, and only 30% of them are proficient in literature and writing, and I am afraid that less than 10% understand poetry, right?"

The many talented people present nodded. Chang'an City is the capital of the country. There are many people who can recite poems and write couplets in Beijing, but in the central Chang'an, it is only a small circle.

Qi Xinghan chuckled: "Eighty percent of these people are candidates and scholars, and the rest are talented and wandering. You should know how many women there are among them."

Everyone nodded repeatedly. Women cannot enter the government as officials. There are many who are proficient in literature and poetry, but few have high attainments. There are only a handful of women in Chang'an who can be called "talented women".

Qi Xinghan circled around Xu Buling:

"From the artistic conception of this poem, it is about a woman who is a little older and has gone through a setback... Things have changed and everything has come to an end... Well, she may be a widow at home... And the accomplishments of this poem are obvious to all. With such talent, it is impossible for her to remain unknown. I thought about it, and there is no woman in Chang'an who has such an experience and such talent!"

"Yes!"

"There is indeed no such woman in Chang'an. If there was, she would have been famous a long time ago..."

The whole place was whispering, and they were also confused.

Xu Buling looked around, spread his hands and said helplessly:

"I am a man, only eighteen years old, in a high position, and it is even more impossible for me to write this poem."

Qi Xinghan curled his lips, showing some relief:

"You are young, but you are modest and do not seek fame. This kind of heart is not easy. Just now, I was judging you by my own mean heart."

Xu Buling was puzzled: "You can't find anyone else, so you think I wrote it? Why?"

Qi Xinghan laughed: "Prince Xu didn't have this experience, but Madam Lu was a widow at home and has been taking care of His Highness. It's not surprising that His Highness was inspired to write this poem."

"Wow——"

The whole audience was in an uproar. There were many princes and nobles present, and many of them knew about this matter. If you think about it carefully, it is really possible.

Xu Buling was stunned. He didn't expect this old man to have such a rich imagination. He raised his hand and said:

"This poem is not written by Madam Lu, I bought it, sir, please don't guess."

Qi Xinghan put his hands behind his back, with a little relief: "It's a good thing for young people not to argue, but Master Xu shouldn't hide it so deeply. Since you said you bought it, then tell me who you asked to buy this poem?"

Xu Buling opened his mouth: "It's said that it was bought by a servant, anonymously, and I don't know who the seller is."

Qi Xinghan sighed: "It doesn't matter if Master Xu doesn't admit it, justice is in the hearts of the people, everyone present is a scholar, and they know what the situation is..."

"Yes, yes..."

"Mr. Qi is right..."

It's done, the more you apply it, the whiter it becomes.

Xu Buling couldn't argue, so he could only spread his hands and said, "Believe it or not." He turned around and prepared to run away.

On the high platform, Song Yufu saw that Xu Buling was about to leave, so she hurriedly ran forward a few steps:

"Wait! I haven't finished proving it yet. I also have other poems written by Prince Xu. I read the sword while drunk..."

"Are you done yet?"

Xu Buling was furious, and he rose up like a falcon, hunting with fox fur, and landed directly on the high platform. He raised his hand to cover Song Yufu's mouth, and lifted the impatient Song girl. Bu rushed out of the window and disappeared into the hall.

The whole audience was shocked.

When many official ladies saw this miraculous skill, stars almost appeared in their eyes.

"Prince Xu is both civilized and military, and he is so handsome. He really doesn't give other men a way to survive..."

"Yes, it's really rare for a man to understand women so well..."

"If I were Mrs. Lu, my heart would melt..."

They must have been affectionate with many nymphomaniacs. The few great scholars on the high platform were looking around with a bit of astonishment in their eyes.

I didn’t expect that Prince Su, who was famous for his ‘violent impulse’, would have such a good literary talent.

King Yan Song Yu tapped his fingers on the table, thought for a while, and chuckled:

"Looking at the sword while drunk... If you don't let this kid, he hides it a little deep..."

Song Baiqing frowned, thought for a moment, shook his head and said:

"What Lao Qi said is reasonable, but Xu Buling is only eighteen years old. No matter how good his literary talent is, it is difficult for him to write this poem. And there is no need to deny that there may be other hidden reasons. Before making a final conclusion, it is better not to be blind. Good spread.”

This can be regarded as a 'questionable' ending.

But so many people present have brains and ears. Some people believe it and some don’t. No one knows...