"If it was a poem written on the spot, how come it's in this notebook? And the poem is called 'Bring in the Wine'? It says it was written by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty! Could it be that this poem really wasn't written by Young Master Sheng?"
"Let us drink and sing, for life is short. Like morning dew, the days gone by are many..." This is also a poem by the young master Sheng! But the author listed on it is Cao Cao from the late Eastern Han Dynasty!
"And this one, isn't this Miss Sheng's 'Prelude to Water Melody'? The author listed on it is Su Shi!"
"This is also Miss Sheng's poem, and it clearly states who the original author is. Could it be that they really plagiarized it?"
"..."
Upon hearing what everyone was saying, Sheng Moshi and Sheng Ye quickly snatched the poetry collection from the hands of the two people next to them.
Sheng Ye casually flipped through a few pages and saw that the poems in the collection were all timeless masterpieces. He thought to himself, "That's it."
Even if they now claim that their poems were copied into the book by Sheng Wenjin and the author's name was changed, no one will believe them.
Because every poem in the book is a masterpiece, and the author, dynasty, and background of each poem are clearly explained...
Even if they deny it, they will still be caught red-handed.
"Hehehe... Second brother, where did you get this? How come you copied my and eldest brother's poems onto this and even changed the author's name?"
Sheng Moshi immediately understood upon seeing the poem above.
Sheng Wenjin must have been a time traveler, just like him.
But she couldn't admit it. If she did, her and Sheng Ye's reputations would be ruined. At that point, not only Si Mingye, but even the Prince Rui's heir might not want her as his empress...
"Your verses? Since you claim these are your verses, then I dare ask you..."
"Sheng Ye, the poem you just wrote, 'The Yellow River's waters come from the sky,' what kind of river is this Yellow River? Where is it located?"
"In...in..."
Sheng Ye stammered, "How would he know where it is? There's no river in this world called the Yellow River, okay?"
"Heh... If you can't say it, then don't say it! No one will believe you if you're just making things up!"
Sheng Wenjin said without any mercy.
After saying that, he turned to look at Sheng Moshi.
"And what about the poem my younger sister once wrote: 'Smoke shrouds the cold water, moonlight veils the sand, moored at night on the Qinhuai River near a wine shop'? Where is this Qinhuai River?"
"The Qinhuai River is a place in my dreams, and this poem was written after I had a beautiful dream..."
Sheng Moshi is still making excuses...
But no one believed Sheng Moshi's words anymore, and all the looks they gave her turned to disdain.
Sheng Moshi almost cried under that gaze; her eyes reddened, and she ran away...
Sheng Ye was too ashamed to stay any longer, so he flicked his sleeves and left...
"My God! They really plagiarized other people's poems! No wonder these two siblings are such amazing poets, every single one is a masterpiece, they're practically superhuman! It turns out they were both plagiarizing!"
"As expected of a concubine's daughter, who's not exactly respectable. Her actions are truly eye-opening!"
"Haha... I've really seen something today. How can there be such a shameless person!"
"..."
In an instant, everyone who had just been praising Sheng Ye and Sheng Moshi began to laugh at them...
"Young Master Sheng, what exactly is going on? Where did these poems come from? I see that these poems are all in your handwriting. Where did you copy them from?"
Xie Qingyuan looked at the poems in the notebook and asked in shock.
"In an ancient book!"
Sheng Wenjin spoke lies without batting an eye.
Actually, all these poems were recited to him by Sheng Wanwan, and he wrote them down! As for the reward, he would receive one spirit fruit for each book he wrote.
So that I could save face for Sheng Moshi...
Of course, they had already figured out the source of these poems...
"What about those ancient books? May I borrow them?" Xie Qingyuan continued to ask.
"It's lost!"
Sheng Wenjin said calmly.
"Lost? How could that be? How could such a precious treasure be lost so easily?" Xie Qingyuan asked anxiously.
“I was in a coma for a year, how could I know where the ancient books went? If Lord Xie wants to find the whereabouts of the ancient books, he can go to the West Garden to find that brother and sister…”
After Sheng Wenjin finished speaking, he turned and left...
Xie Qingyuan then realized what was happening.
Sheng Wenjin was in a coma for a year, during which time Sheng Ye and Sheng Moshi produced a variety of exquisite poems.
That ancient book must be in the hands of Sheng Moshi or Sheng Ye!
With this in mind, Xie Qingyuan collected all the notebooks and headed straight for the West Garden...
Although everyone was reluctant, they had no way to refuse.
Xie Qingyuan was a compiler at the Hanlin Academy, and such a monumental collection of poems was bound to be published and cataloged, so they couldn't very well refuse to provide it.
Fortunately, I believe that such poetry collections will be available for sale soon...
...
After this commotion, the poetry gathering could no longer continue, and everyone got up and left.
Si Mingye stood up and walked to Sheng Wanwan's side.
[Little one, this is for you! A birthday present!]
As Si Mingye spoke, he took out a five-colored, round bead from his pocket.
I don't know what material this bead is made of, but it's shimmering and very beautiful.
"What's this?"
Sheng Wanwan looked at the beads and asked curiously.
When Si Mingye saw that Sheng Wanwan was holding the bead steadily, a big smile appeared on his lips.
"I'll tell you when you grow up!"
After speaking, Si Mingye turned and strode away...
Sheng Wanwan watched Si Mingye's retreating figure, her eyes crinkling with a smile.
"Sheng Wanwan, you're only one year old! Don't stare at a man like that, okay?"
Sheng Wenyu walked over and tapped Sheng Wanwan on the head...
Sheng Wanwan snapped out of her daze, glanced at Sheng Wenyu, and muttered, "He's handsome, can't I even look at him? So feudal! Pshaw!"
"You can watch! But don't let your little head wander. I'm warning you, he's thirteen years old. By the time you grow up, he'll have a whole bunch of wives and concubines!"
Sheng Wenyu couldn't help but remind him.
These words made Sheng Wanwan realize the chasm between her and Si Mingye.
She sighed:
Alas! You were born before I was born, and I was born after you had grown old... It's fate! It's destiny!
After saying that, she strode towards the East Garden with her short legs.
Chu Xinyuan, who was admiring the flowers from a distance, saw her little cousin approaching and quickly went over to pick her up.
"Are you going back?"
"Yes! Cousin, Mother said that I can give you that expensive chrysanthemum if I want to!"
So I'll give it to you!
Sheng Wanwan outwardly said she was giving it away, but inwardly she was secretly praying.
You're too kind!
Cousin, don't be so polite with me!
If you're just a little bit polite, I won't force you...
"In that case, cousin, you shall respectfully comply?"
"Cousin, aren't you going to refuse again?"
"No, thank you! My little cousin is so kind, I'll accept it!"
"oh!"
Sheng Wanwan felt that she was having a bad day, with all sorts of things going wrong!
Sigh! She needs to go back and eat a chicken leg to calm her nerves!
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