"Ha! That's right! There are indeed no poems like this among the poems that have been passed down through the ages, but don't forget, the ancient books have long been lost, and the poetry collections on the market now are all copied by Young Master Sheng. So who can know whether he has copied down all the poems?"
Will he keep a few for his own use?
And coincidentally, some of those poems contain descriptions of mountains and rivers? As everyone knows, there are quite a few poems that describe mountains and rivers!
The more Wang Wenjie talked, the more convinced he became of his point. Sheng Wenjin could never possibly be better than him; this poem must have been copied by him, it must be…
As soon as he said this, some people began to suspect Sheng Wenjin. After all, the ancient book had been lost for a long time, and as the only copyist, it was indeed possible that Sheng Wenjin had left behind a few poems.
However, most people still choose to believe in Sheng Wenjin's talent, after all, he is a well-known genius who has been hailed as a child prodigy since childhood.
Moreover, Sheng Wenjin looks like an immortal being; how could someone like that possibly plagiarize?
Sheng Wenjin listened to Wang Wenjie's accusations without any change in his expression. He glanced at Wang Wenjie indifferently, then turned to the crowd, his voice calm yet firm:
"My poems are all my own thoughts, written from the bottom of my heart. If anyone suspects me of plagiarism, then I have nothing to say. However, since Young Master Wang questions my plagiarism, then you should provide evidence. Otherwise, I will suspect that Young Master Wang is jealous because he is inferior to me in every way, and is deliberately trying to ruin my reputation!" Sheng Wenjin changed his previous indifference. His voice was cold as he spoke, and his gaze was fixed on Wang Wenjie, as if he wanted to see through his heart.
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