Chapter 293

Then he was about to get up. Mo Xuetong grabbed her, shook her head slightly, motionless motioned her not to go, and pointed to himself, indicating that it was all right.

She knew that Luo Mingzhu meant well and wanted Luo Wenyou, who had always been famous, to help write a song, and then she handed it to herself. But now all people are staring at themselves. At this time, if Luo Mingzhu did such a thing, they would be grabbed by Wang XiuXiu, who was staring at her side. At that time, Luo Wenyou would be embarrassed together.

"Young master Bai, I wonder if I can borrow a pen and paper?" There were no other pens on the side. Only Bai Yihao used a brush. Mo Xuetong raised his eyes and asked with a smile.

"The princess is in charge." Bai Yihao said with a warm smile. His handsome face was as bright and gentle as the moon, which attracted the expensive women around to look straight.

Mo Xuetong's attention was not on him. He didn't look at him. He picked up the pen in his right hand and looked at Bai Yihao's painting. After a little thinking, he wrote on Sujuan's white paper below. After writing, he put the pen on the pen holder aside, picked up the plain white paper, smiled and handed it to Bai Yihao, saying politely, "please comment, childe Bai."

As long as Bai Yihao says yes, it is impossible for Wang XiuXiu and others to say no.

Bai Yihao took over with a smile, and his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly. Looking at the poem in his hand, his face couldn't help showing some surprise.

"Sitting alone in the Huanghe, playing the piano and roaring again. People in the deep forest don't know. It's good to see the moon!"

"Good poetry, really good poetry. The talent of the princess can afford to be a talented woman in the capital." Someone stood beside Bai Yihao, saw it clearly and praised it.

"It's really a good poem. It fits the topic so much. I can't imagine that the princess is so good at learning herself at a young age. She's a good woman!" Some people marvel at Yanwen, who is obviously a real celebrity in the piano club. Naturally, this comment is much more true than ordinary pseudonyms.

You Yuee was stunned while listening. She suddenly stood up. She wanted to have a look. She would never believe that a girl from the countryside could really write such a good and relevant work.

"How can you write so well that even a famous talent can't write such an appropriate poem. Princess Anping is really a worthy talent." Wang XiuXiu was also stunned, but with his eyes flashing for a moment, he suddenly covered his lips and smiled.

"No, Princess Anping is the real talented woman." Shen Xianxiu smiled and seemed to have no tact. He shouted with the sound.

You Yuee is not the only one who has changed her face this time. The most talented women in the capital are beautiful women. Beauty still depends on her appearance. Whether she floats or not can be judged by everyone. Especially in comparison, whether she is beautiful or not is a penny. Therefore, in order to improve her popularity and find a good marriage in the future, each family will reveal several poems of her own young lady.

Indeed, there are some good poems. With some publicity, many women refute the reputation of "both talent and beauty". Whether it is true or not, those young ladies feel different from others when they go out. They are usually very arrogant and despise others. At this time, it is said that a local steamed stuffed bun from the countryside has not only won the reputation of a talented woman, And seems to be deliberately suspicious of them.

It blew up immediately.

"The poetry is really beautiful. I don't know if I did it myself. Last time my aunt asked me to evaluate the poetry, I found that several of the top poems were copied." A beauty in pink sitting on Bai Yihao's right side glanced at the poems in Bai Yihao's hand and said with a disdainful smile.

She is Su Meier, the niece of imperial concubine Su and the daughter of the Minister of the Ministry of public affairs. She is also a beautiful and beautiful girl. She is also a famous talented girl in the capital. Because she is still the cousin of the king of Chu, some people flatter her. Therefore, she has indeed earned a good name of both talent and beauty. She usually doesn't look down on the so-called beauties. She thinks they are just vases and nothing to be proud of.

At this time, hearing someone's words with doubt, the first one aimed at Mo Xuetong.

"Miss Su really can't remember if she doesn't say it. It seems that this painting has really been mentioned." You yue'e also calmed down at this time, glanced at Su Meier and smiled.

"Isn't it? Maybe it's some of the poems my aunt showed me last time. I really can't remember them for a moment." Su Meier followed you yue'e's words and stroked her forehead. It seemed that she was helpless. It seemed that it was really because she couldn't remember for a moment. She took a block with you yue'e and almost pointed at Mo Xue's nose and said she copied!

"You talk nonsense. Cousin Tong didn't copy. This poem is so beautiful and timely. Can you say that childe Bai also set up a scam with cousin Tong?" Luo Mingzhu was angry. She was unwilling to suffer losses on weekdays. At this time, hearing that these famous women were unintentionally saying that Mo Xuetong plagiarized, she immediately patted the table and stood up impolitely to fight back.

"Sister Mingzhu, sit down first. I believe Princess Anping can't do such a thing, and childe Bai can't conspire with the princess. In order to make a name for the princess, childe Bai even ignores his own reputation." Wang XiuXiu sat down with laro Mingzhu and said softly.

At once, several bad eyes turned to Mo Xuetong.

It can be seen that Bai Yihao has moved his true feelings by being so carefully guarded by Bai Yihao. There are many young ladies who secretly love Bai Yihao in the capital. Almost all of them sit around him. They hear that Bai Yihao can ignore Mo Xuetong for Mo Xuetong. That one is not jealous, and the other focuses all his bad eyes on Mo Xuetong.

As expected, Wang XiuXiu is not a fuel-efficient lamp. After only two words, she chose herself to become a public enemy. Mo Xuetong is really speechless.

Looking at the people in front of me, I said a word from time to time and made a stab at myself from time to time. It really deduces what is shameless. In order to destroy myself, I have to do everything. Unfortunately, the sword is a good sword, but it is double-edged!

Soothingly, Luo Mingzhu sat down with an angry face and patted her on the shoulder to show her not to worry, Turning back and looking at Su Meier with a smile, she asked, "Miss Su just said that she had seen such a poem. She was in the imperial concubine's palace again. I don't know which lady did it. Can you let me see which lady's masterpiece I copied, which angered all the young ladies. If you don't spare the black and white childe, you will wronged me?"

As soon as these words were said, the eyes of the people could not help but fall on Su Meier. If Mo Xuetong's poems were her own, there would be no talk of Bai Yihao protecting them. What's more, the white childe didn't even explain it except for his gentle smile. He looked like sitting while watching the play. It really didn't seem to protect Mo Xuetong.

Miss everyone, the reaction in this regard was smart. At once, several people opened their mouths and said to Su Meier.

"Miss Su, just tell her who did it."

"Miss Su, is it the poem sent to the palace by the draft a few days ago? Tell me which lady did it?" The draft has been going on these days, and young ladies from all major families have been sent to the palace. Although the Lord's main concubine has been determined, there are also side concubines and others. Moreover, it is said that several beauties need to be allowed to be denounced in the palace.

Because of the small scale, I heard that we should choose those who have both political integrity and ability. I heard that the beauties made several poems and sent them to the palace a few days ago. I saw the poems in the imperial concubine Su's palace. It seems that there is nothing else except this.

Su Meier was stunned when she was asked. She just said casually that she had seen any poetry. Taking imperial concubine Su as an example was just to prove the credibility of her words. At this time, she remembered that she really couldn't talk nonsense. There were only a few beauties ordered. Even if there were no people here, there were people from her family.

You can't just talk nonsense.

For a moment, Su Meier was looked at by the public, and her face turned red. She felt that she could not stand down in front of so many people. She immediately said to Mo Xuetong, "there are such poems, but how can the poems that enter the palace draft say their names casually."

When a beautiful lady enters the palace to choose poems, she is most likely to be selected if she can write her poems. In the future, she will be the empress in the palace. How can she reveal her noble identity at will? Not to mention that the result is unclear. If she divulges information at will and if something happens, who will bear the responsibility.

Su Meier has a lot of sense in saying so.

"It's really written by the ladies in the palace draft, but it's also wrong. The princess heard that she was hurt by a thief at home that day and didn't enter the palace again." Wang XiuXiu sat there, as if she wanted to distinguish for Mo Xuetong, but she hesitated. The more she listened, the less momentum, as if she couldn't be sure.

Wang XiuXiu really had a deep mind and quietly turned everyone's attention to the fact that Mo Xuetong didn't enter the palace. If she didn't enter the palace, she wouldn't copy the poems in the palace, but what if she entered the palace? Does Wang XiuXiu know that Mo Xuetong entered the Palace once later.

"The princess once entered the palace. On the day of the Palace Banquet, I heard that Princess Anping also caused something after she entered the palace. Beauty Liu's face was hurt." Sure enough, you Yuee keenly grasped the matter and sneered.

"Princess Anping, you said you wrote it. Is there evidence?" Su Meier got support and became energetic at once. A triumphant way.

"Yes, we naturally believe that Princess Anping can produce evidence." You yue'e smiled. The expression on her face looked naive and delicate, but her eyes were sneered at. She walked over and looked at the poems in Bai Yihao's hand. She was full of disdain.

"It's not. How can we trust you without evidence!" Su Meier's lie became more and more fluent. She smiled aggressively and looked at Mo Xuetong as if she wanted to see her prove her innocence.

Bai Yihao's eyes passed Su Meier quietly. He smiled and didn't speak. He put down his poetry, turned and picked up his pen and waved it on the painting just now. Obviously, it was the poem of Mo Xuetong. It was a complete artistic conception just looking at it and now directly appearing on the picture.

Painting and poetry complement each other, making people more seamless. It seems that this poem is made for this painting, and this painting is itself because of poetry!

Bai Yi writes in cursive style. There are some crazy factors in the brush style and painting style, which makes the painting style higher and higher. It is Bai Yihao's style. The combination of the two people's poems can be described as a natural combination, just like a natural combination.

"Does Miss Su want me to prove that I made this poem?" Mo Xue Tong raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Naturally, it can only be said to be yours if it is confirmed. Can't the princess prove it?" Su Meier's face is proud. What if she is a princess? Some of the eldest princess are only the favor of the emperor and the empress dowager, and she has no real power. Mo Xuetong is her adopted daughter, and naturally she has no background.

Compared with the eldest lady of her own family, Mo Xuetong is the daughter of a rustic rural small rich man. She doesn't believe she can say two or five or six words to prove that the poem was made by herself, but her pride hasn't fully unfolded yet, but her face froze when she listened to Mo Xuetong's words.