“Wanwan didn’t lie. Mother said that one should be honest and not lie. It would be very shameful if a lie were exposed.”
Sheng Wanwan looked at Sheng Ye and said seriously.
"You still say you're not lying? I wrote this poem myself in front of everyone, and you're saying you heard Sheng Wenjin recite it a few days ago? You..."
Sheng Ye paused here, then turned his gaze to Sheng Wenjin.
"Hehe...I understand!"
"Second brother, even if you're jealous of your elder brother's literary talent, you shouldn't have encouraged Wanwan to say such things! You're clearly leading Wanwan astray!"
As soon as Sheng Ye said this, everyone present turned their attention to Sheng Wenjin, who looked like an immortal.
"Who would have thought that the second young master of the Sheng family, who appears so handsome and upright, would be such a person! Knowing that he is no match for the eldest young master of the Sheng family, he instigated a one-year-old child to falsely accuse the eldest young master of the Sheng family!"
"Yes! Even if he can't compare to Young Master Sheng, Second Young Master Sheng is still a rare talent. Why would he do something like this!"
"It's probably because of excessive jealousy! Some people become unrecognizable because of jealousy..."
"Tsk tsk tsk, this kind of behavior is really despicable..."
The crowd whispered among themselves, their gazes toward Sheng Wenjin filled with disdain.
Sheng Wenjin sat quietly at the stone table, drinking tea as if the events before him had nothing to do with him.
That was indeed the case; he only wanted to complete the task Sheng Wanwan had given him and obtain ten spirit fruits.
Having reincarnated so many times in this world, he no longer cares about success or failure, fame or reputation.
The only thing in this world that he could still think about was the spiritual fruit...
However, for the sake of the spiritual fruit, he still couldn't sit idly by.
Sheng Wenjin slowly stood up, walked to Sheng Ye's side, and leaned down to whisper:
"You didn't write this poem!"
"You...you...what nonsense are you talking about?"
Sheng Ye panicked!
Could it be that Sheng Wenjin really read that ancient book? Otherwise, why would he be so certain in his tone?
"I said you didn't write that poem!"
This time, Sheng Wenjin's voice was louder, loud enough for everyone present to hear!
These words immediately sparked another round of discussion among the surrounding people.
"No way! Judging from Sheng Wenjin's confident look, there seems to be something fishy going on here!"
"Of course not! Young Master Sheng has written more than just this one poem; he has written several masterpieces like this! Could it be that these are all plagiarized from Second Young Master Sheng?"
If the Second Young Master Sheng possessed such talent, he would have been famous long ago. How could he be overshadowed by the First Young Master Sheng?
"Exactly! Don't forget, when Young Master Sheng first created his masterpiece, Second Young Master Sheng was in a coma. Could he have composed poetry while unconscious?"
"Hahaha...that's hilarious! You don't even think before you lie!"
"..."
The crowd was talking loudly and noisily, which made Sheng Wenjin a little impatient.
"I said the poems weren't written by him, but I never said I wrote them."
"Young Master Sheng, what do you mean by this? Are you saying that Young Master Sheng's poem was plagiarized?"
Xie Qingyuan had long been puzzled by Sheng Ye's ability to write such poems.
He was a person who was particularly obsessed with poetry. He had sought advice from Sheng Ye on several of Sheng Ye's masterpieces.
But Sheng Ye never talked about poetry when they interacted, which he found very strange. Moreover, judging from Sheng Ye's manner of speaking, he didn't seem like a person with much literary talent, and his literary attainments were even inferior to his.
"Indeed! He copied it!"
Sheng Wenjin sneered and spoke his mind directly.
Upon hearing Sheng Wenjin's words, Sheng Ye felt apprehensive and turned his gaze to Sheng Moshi.
Sheng Moshi cursed Sheng Ye inwardly for his incompetence. What was he looking at her for? Even if it was plagiarism, did he have any evidence? Why didn't he just deny it to the death?
They're all useless; she'll have to do it!
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on her lips.
"Second brother, you openly say that eldest brother's poem was plagiarized. Whose poem was it plagiarized from? Do you have any evidence?"
That's right, she plagiarized it.
She had already discovered that this was a fictional dynasty, and these poems had never appeared in this world before.
Therefore, even if it was copied, no one can provide evidence.
Because all those poems are in her head, who else could see those poems in her head?
However, how did Sheng Wenjin know that these poems were copied?
Could he also be a time traveler?
"No!"
Sheng Wenjin said matter-of-factly!
"No? You're so self-righteous to accuse me of plagiarism just because you didn't?"
When Sheng Ye heard Sheng Wenjin say there was no evidence, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time became furious!
He was terrified! He absolutely has to teach this guy a lesson!
"No! It can't be said that there's absolutely no evidence! I ask you, besides the few poems that have been circulated, do you have any others?"
Sheng Wenjin asked!
"Of course I do!" Although Sheng Ye didn't understand what Sheng Wenjin meant by asking that question, he still said yes in order to show that he was talented!
"Oh! A few more?" Sheng Wenjin asked again.
"About a dozen or so!" Sheng Ye replied impatiently, as he really only had about a dozen songs left in his head.
"Hey second brother, what exactly are you trying to do? If you don't have evidence, I'm not going to play along with your nonsense!"
"Hehehe... Don't be impatient!"
Sheng Wenjin then turned his gaze to Sheng Moshi:
"Your poems are all masterpieces. May I ask how many of your poems are still unpublished?"
"What do you mean by that, Second Brother?"
Although Sheng Moshi was certain that Sheng Wenjin could not provide evidence to prove that they had plagiarized, she still asked cautiously!
"Just answer, and I'll tell you what it means!"
Sheng Wenjin said calmly.
"Second Brother, all my poems are written on the spot; I don't have any in stock!"
Sheng Moshi had a bad feeling; she felt that this was a trap, but she couldn't figure out what kind of trap it was.
I can only give a random answer.
"So, that means Sheng Ye still has more than a dozen poems that haven't been published, but your sister doesn't have any?"
Sheng Wenjin looked at the two of them and confirmed it again.
"Yes!"
"Um!"
Since they had already spoken, they naturally wouldn't deny it.
"Alright! In that case, let's all take a look at these poetry collections!"
As Sheng Wenjin spoke, he took out many notebooks from the box he had brought.
Everyone curiously took the notebooks and read them.
After a long while, everyone was shocked...
"What wonderful poems! Truly wonderful poems! How can there be so many amazing works?"
"Yes! It's truly astonishing! With this collection of poems published, who in the world would dare to write poetry anymore!"
"Hey! Isn't this the poem that Young Master Sheng just wrote? Didn't he say that he wrote it on the spot today?"
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