Chapter 173

Comparing his sister's future with his own, Sima Lingyun still quickly grasped his future. As long as he had a future, his sister's future would be better. At that time, he would choose a good family for her to marry out and prepare a lot of dowry for her, which could be regarded as compensation for her.

Although I love my sister, I still attach importance to myself.

He made up his mind, took the poem note in his hand and looked at it twice. He calmly put it in the tray in the maid's hand. Without looking at Sima Heyan on one side, he took his sleeve and respectfully replied to the Queen: "although this poem is similar to the minister, it is not written by the minister. Please make a clear decision."

"You didn't write it. Why did your sister say that you wrote the poem and that the great Mohist lady copied your poetry collection in your study?" The empress said coldly and turned her head. The light fell on Mo Xuemin, with deep cold and gloomy eyes.

Mo Xuemin knelt on the ground. Although she was anxious to get angry, she didn't dare to show a little bit!

"Madam, please allow me to ask my sister?" Sima Lingyun made up his mind at this time, turned back and said softly to Sima Heyan, "how does sister know that Miss Mo's poems are the same as mine?"

"Brother, this poem is really the same as what you wrote. When I went to your study to find a book a few days ago, I turned over your poetry collection when I was bored. There is such a poem on it, which is the same as what Miss Mo wrote today." Sima Heyan saw his eldest brother coming, thought he really didn't know, and said eagerly to him.

"Sister, as like as two peas, but even two poems written by the same person, they are not alike." is it wrong for her sister to read it carefully? Sima Lingyun looked back at Mo Xuemin, who was kneeling on the side. She got a hint from her eyes. At this time, she was calm and asked with a smile.

be similar? impossible! Sima Heyan blinked, took the poem note re presented by the maid in charge, looked at the poem carefully, his face suddenly became pale, pointed to the poem above with his fingers, and his lips trembled twice, unable to speak for a moment.

"Sister, are you wrong? You've been in poor health these two days. I asked you to have more rest, but you didn't listen. Look, there were some magic obstacles after you left home for a while. Miss Mo's poetry is not as good as I imagined. I'll make a mistake with Miss Mo and have a good rest after you go home and take good care of your body." Sima Lingyun has been paying attention to Sima Heyan's expression. She is really afraid that she will die and say that Mo Xuetong copied his poetry collection. At this time, she is more relaxed when she looks thrilled.

Today, it's all because of Sima Heyan. How could Sima Lingyun not blame her? The words involuntarily brought out a bit of sharpness and unhappiness. Although the tone was mild, it fell in Sima Heyan's ear, making her involuntarily cold and look up at Sima Lingyun blankly. Is this still her brother who loves her most!

Clearly she wrote the poem, and clearly Mo Xuemin copied her, but she had to ask her to apologize to Mo Xuemin. Her brother spoke with threats, and even wanted to lock herself up from now on. Yes, it's true that there was a word on it that was different. At first, she didn't see it when she was angry.

But so what, still can't hide the truth that Mo Xuemin copied his poems.

I wrote: Double Butterfly embroidered Luo skirt, the vermilion powder is not deep and uniform. Caixiu people are independent, and the drizzle swallows return.

Mo Xuemin wrote: Double Butterfly embroidered skirt with uneven vermilion powder. The man with colorful sleeves is independent, and the swallow returns in the light rain.

She doesn't think there's any difference between this word. If Mo Xuemin hasn't seen it, how can she write such a similar poem.

It is true that people are the same and poems are similar, but to this extent, who can believe that Mo Xuemin is not copied!

His brother even asked himself to apologize to Mo Xuemin, which made Sima Heyan, who has always been high spirited, how to stand it. He wanted to make trouble on the spot. If it was really big, he would go to his brother's study to get the poetry collection. Then we'll see how Mo Xuemin ended.

"Sister, what did your mother say when you came here? You were asked to serve the ladies and princesses carefully when you entered the palace. How can you be so willful and talk nonsense without seeing clearly. If this thing comes to your mother's ears, she will be angry with you." Sima Lingyun knew Sima Heyan well. Seeing her beautiful eyes, she knew that something bad was going to happen. She immediately lowered her voice and gently comforted her.

Everything was Mrs. Hou of Zhenguo. Sima Heyan opened her mouth and didn't say anything! She understood Sima Lingyun's words. When she entered the palace, her mother took care of her that nothing could happen to her today. It was related to her brother's title. Her mother had been looking forward to it for many years. This time, there was hope at last.

Thinking of her mother's weak body and looking forward to her eyes, Sima Heyan can only recognize her grievances at this time, bite her lips and press down her unwilling heart. She can't break the big brother's business at this time.

Turning to one side, Mo Xuemin said: "Miss Mo, today is my recklessness. It's really that the two poems are too similar. There is only one word difference. I thought it was a poem written by my brother."

Sima Heyan really couldn't bear this tone. Even if she apologized and still pointed out her words, she didn't believe it. Everyone didn't understand it. She admitted that there was a word difference, but did they really write their own poems?

Seeing Sima Lingyun's appearance, Mo Xuemin was determined. At this time, he just smiled with tears and pretended to be wronged. On the one hand, he could get Sima Lingyun's favor, on the other hand, he would leave a good image for the people present.

She thought of all the good things in her heart at this time. Although she was in tears, there was no trace of sadness at the bottom of her eyes. Seeing Sima Heyan greeting herself and thinking of a gentle reply, she heard the last sentence she said. She almost couldn't lift it up in one breath, swallowed it in her throat, and coughed fiercely.

"Sister, you are the young lady of the Marquis house of the town. Why don't you admit your mistake now? Don't you want your brother to invite your mother to come by yourself?" The smile on Sima Lingyun's face also froze. His face suddenly changed and became cold and fierce. The difference between a word and a word fell into the ears of those who wanted it. That's no small matter.

The Marquis of the town can't afford such a reputation.

Her brother, who had always whispered to her, scolded her in public and asked her mother to teach her a lesson in person. Although Sima Heyan was angry, she was at a loss at this time. Tears were in her eyes and wanted to fall. She shouted sadly at Sima Lingyun: "brother..."

"Well, since this matter has been clarified, but miss Zhenguo Hou made a mistake, forget it. The little girl's family should see it clearly before talking." Concubine Wen coughed and gently opened her mouth to round the court.

This was to calm things down. Imperial concubine Su was unwilling. She raised her eyes and stared at imperial concubine Wen before she wanted to speak, but was interrupted by the Queen's cold words.

"Miss Hou of Zhenguo looks really ill. How can she come to the party when she is ill? Don't help her down. Something will happen later and startle Shengjia."

The queen also tasted the taste at this time. The banquet will be over soon. If there is such a thing about copying poetry here, she will lose her face. Just now, in front of everyone, she recognized Mo Xuemin's poetry and turned out the idea of plagiarism in a short time. It's no different from beating her own face. What's the dignity of the queen of the palace, If it reaches the emperor's ears, she can't say anything about her incompetence. Thinking about what imperial concubine Su said in front of the emperor for a while, her anger can't be suppressed. She directly and impolitely sent the fire on Sima Heyan.

If it hadn't been for her, the party she presided over today wouldn't have caused such a big joke.

Being scolded by the queen, Sima Heyan was really despised by the queen. After that, which young lady will make friends with her, and even the marriage will be involved. Sima Heyan's face was covered in an instant. Looking at his big brother's naked cold eyes, he felt sad for a moment, knelt on the ground and fell with tears.

At this time, fireworks began, and it was obvious that the banquet on the emperor's side had ended.

The queen stood up, glanced coldly at Sima Heyan and Mo Xuemin, turned around and took the inner life women to the lake. The painted boats prepared there were different when they came. They were all large painted boats that could be used by hundreds of people. At this time, the seats on the right island also dispersed and came to the painted boat by the lake.

When they got off the painted boat, the emperor on the shore waited there with all the ministers. The banquet was over. Because there was still a lantern party, most people didn't go back. All the maids guarding the shore found their masters and waited on one side.

The emperor and queen left with each other, surrounded by the concubines, and the shore became the world of young people.

Because in the Imperial Palace, the emperor asked to have fun with the people and would appear at the Lantern Festival later, so these aristocratic CHILDES and young ladies need not be restrained. They should just relax in the street outside, do not talk about men's and women's defense, and have fun. Therefore, the lights in the palace are bright, just like the day, with fragrance on the temples, dancing on the skirts, and even bright colors.

Familiar or their own brothers and sisters chat together, can go shopping, and there is no family staring at them. They are very comfortable.

Mo Xuetong just stood in the corner of the bank. Mo Ye ran over and didn't speak. On the other side, the maid in waiting appeared under a tree with a lantern and waved to her.

"Miss!" The color of the black leaf's eyes is tight.

"Don't worry, go and have a look." The color of Mo Xue's pupil was dark. She smiled and comforted. Mo Ye is not Mo Yu, Mo LAN. With Kung Fu, she can't even deal with a maid in waiting.

On the other side, Mo Xuemin was also observing Mo Xuetong. Seeing that she had been invited to follow the maid of honor, she put on a cruel and proud smile on her lips, called over the ink embroidery on one side, pointed to Sima Lingyun not far away, and whispered, "go, take the son of the world, and say it has passed."

"Yes!" Ink embroidery promised, and dared not violate it. She turned and passed quietly from another direction to Sima Lingyun.

Mo Xuetong took Mo ye to the palace maid. She nodded to her, motioned her to follow, and walked to a path.

There are not so many lanterns on the path, only one or two lanterns hanging on the treetops, emitting a faint yellow light, deep and quiet, with inexplicable coolness.

"Do you know which childe it is now?" Mo Xuetong suddenly stopped, held Mo ye and stood still. She asked. At this time, she had entered the path. Standing outside, she couldn't see the situation inside. Such a quiet place is completely different from the excitement outside. Only here can she find that it's still winter. The wind blows and the skirt cracks like a noise.

"Miss, hurry up. This path leads directly to Qingfang Pavilion. The childe just got off the painting boat and asked me to pick you up. It will be late if you don't go again." Seeing that the black snow pupil didn't go, the maid in waiting had an anxious look in her eyes and turned back to answer eagerly.