As soon as the words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

Loiman felt everyone's gaze on him, and he put on a surprised expression at the right moment, then looked at the other person involved, Fu Qingyan.

Fu Qingyan was the daughter of the Grand Tutor and was known as a talented woman. She was also shocked at this moment and could not believe that someone would write a poem like hers.

The queen asked someone to take the two poems and circulate them among everyone.

"It's indeed the same." Everyone was talking.

Luo Yiman stood up and saluted the Queen: "Your Majesty, Iman absolutely did not steal other people's poems. Please be clear about this."

"Oh?" the Queen asked her, "You mean Miss Fu stole yours?"

It is too difficult to compose poetry in public, so many women in the boudoir will plan to write some poems and save them for use in various occasions in the future. This is tacitly accepted by everyone. As long as the poems are written by themselves, it is fine. There have been cases of poems being stolen.

Some people smiled, as everyone knew that Fu Qingyan's poems were well-known in the capital. However, Loiman had never heard of any outstanding poems from her.

Luo Yiman looked at Fu Qingyan, "I don't know why it feels the same, maybe there is some misunderstanding."

"What kind of misunderstanding could lead to two people writing the same poem?" The Queen said, "Miss Fu, tell me."

Fu Qingyan stood up and saluted: "Although I don't know why Miss Luo Er wrote the same poem as me, this poem was indeed written by Qingyan alone."

The Queen and the eldest princess did trust Fu Qingyan more. All the men and women who had a good impression of Fu Qingyan supported Fu Qingyan and mocked Loiman.

Loiman couldn't stop crying. This was the effect she wanted. Only when she was wronged enough would she be sympathetic enough when the situation turned around.

The eldest princess: "Miss Luo Er, do you have anything to say in your defense?"

Luo Yiman's face turned pale and he said stubbornly: "Yiman did not plagiarize."

As soon as these words were spoken, they were immediately ridiculed.

"Can you write a poem like this? Second Miss Luo, if you've done something wrong, you should admit it. Don't make it too embarrassing."

"You are the daughter of the Imperial Censor. How can you be worthy of your father by lying like this?"

The men's party had not yet left when Censor Luo and the Grand Tutor heard that something had gone wrong at the flower viewing banquet. With the eldest princess's consent, they headed towards the back garden where the noble lady had written her poem.

Xiao Changan was about to go back with Marquis Zhaoxin to check on his elder brother's injuries, but he stopped abruptly when he heard this: "Uncle, I want to go see Yiman."

Marquis Zhaoxin was extremely dissatisfied when he saw that he was not at all anxious when he heard that Xiao Changping's life was hanging by a thread, but instead wanted to help Loiman.

"I know you still have feelings for Miss Luo Er, but she has already broken off the engagement with you, so don't worry too much about her affairs, lest they get out and affect your future marriage."

Xiao Changan's face was cold, and he didn't listen: "The innocent will be innocent, I don't care about these things."

Marquis Zhaoxin held him back and told him why he had come to see him: "Your eldest brother has a broken leg and is unconscious. Go take a look at him and get the miracle doctor from last time. I owe you a favor."

He thought that everything had been made clear, and Xiao Changan would go back with him no matter how reluctant he was, considering that he was the head of the Marquis' Mansion.

However, Marquis Zhaoxin was wrong. Xiao Changan was worried about Loyman and didn't want to waste time with him anymore. In a hurry, he simply waved away Marquis Zhaoxin's hand.

"Uncle, I'm worried about Yiman. I won't be able to sleep or eat unless I go to see her." After saying that, Xiao Changan strode towards the back garden.

"Stop!" Marquis Zhaoxin said, "Come back with me immediately. Ping'er's leg can't wait. We must find a miracle doctor."

Xiao Changan knew that it would be useless for him to go back with Marquis Zhao Xin. He relied on Yun Yuan's help when he broke his leg last time, and now Yiman's matter was more urgent.

Without even turning around, he said to Marquis Zhaoxin, "Uncle, please ask the court doctor to take care of him. He won't die from a broken leg."

Marquis Zhaoxin held his breath and asked, "Xiao Changan, are you sure you want to do this?"

Xiao Changan turned around, puzzled: "Uncle, I don't know much about medicine, but I will find a way for big brother. It just takes a while. Big brother has been in pain for so long, he doesn't care about a little while."

He left impatiently, leaving Marquis Zhaoxin staring blankly.

In the back garden, Loiman knelt on the ground and cried. Censor Luo and the Grand Tutor both stood beside their daughter, saying that their daughter would not do such a shameless thing as stealing poems.

But if you look closely, you can see that Censor Luo's eyes are a little evasive.

Censor Luo was in a very complicated mood. He knew that his own daughter was indeed not capable of writing such a good poem, but he was unwilling to admit it in front of outsiders and knew that he had to stand behind Luo Yiman.

Xiao Changan took an anxious step forward and said, "Empress, Princess, stealing poetry is no small matter. We cannot make subjective assumptions. We must investigate thoroughly."

When Censor Luo saw Xiao Chang'an standing next to his daughter, he had a better impression of him and agreed.

"Yes, we can't make subjective assumptions. Can anyone prove that my Yiman stole something?"

The Empress frowned: "Then according to what the champion scholar said, how should this matter be handled?"

Xiao Changan said, "Of course I will interrogate you carefully. May I ask you two ladies, what experiences and feelings led you to write this poem?"

Luo Yiman knew that Xiao Changan was helping her, but she was not grateful because she thought she could handle it alone.

But since she was asked, she said, "It rained a while ago, and I was listening to the rain in the attic, and it inspired me to write this."

Compared to her brevity, Fu Qingyan spoke in much more detail: "My ancestral home is in Lin'an, and I spent this time last year in Lin'an.

One night, I missed my family in Beijing and heard about the tense fighting on the border. I couldn't sleep all night, listening to the spring rain. The apricot blossoms in front of the window, wet with rain, were so beautiful. I thought about the alleys tomorrow, wondering if anyone would come out to sell apricot blossoms. (I believe you have already guessed which poem this is.)

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