No one believed it!
Young Master Qingjun said, "The poetry collection is right here. This handwritten copy of the book shouldn't be seen by anyone before it's been printed. However, in order to prove Bei Yutang's innocence, and ours as well, we're releasing this poetry collection to the public ahead of time."
A junior fellow student had already prepared a collection of poems and placed it in front of everyone for them to read. Many of the poems on it were written by Bei Nianjin recently.
Of course, there are many poems that have not appeared yet, and their styles are of the same clan and origin.
Master Qingjun then said, "If you still have questions, you might as well go to the Dichao Society and take a look. They have already made rubbings of this collection of poems, and it will be available soon."
Now those who were half-believing and half-doubting finally believed it even if they didn't want to.
Because the carving and rubbing process can not be completed in a day or two, it takes half a month or even longer. At that time, this incident had not yet happened, so it was impossible to prepare in advance.
Faced with irrefutable evidence and the testimony of the Ten Heroes of Yashe, everyone believed it or not, but there were always one or two exceptions. Those who admired Bei Nianjin would always find a perfect reason.
"Is this collection of poems by Bei Nianjin?"
Master Qingjun looked at the person who retorted in silence. How blind must this person be to be unable to see the truth?
Just then, She Lao, who rarely appeared in public, walked into the front hall.
"This collection of poems belonged to Mr. Wuming and was given to me two months ago."
Everyone looked at him in surprise. Even after She Lao came forward to testify, no one present dared to raise any doubts.
"I didn't expect it to be Mr. Wuming."
"What a surprise."
Someone immediately thought of a question, "How did Bei Nianjin know about Mr. Wuming's poetry collection? Could it be that she and Mr. Wuming were familiar with each other?"
"She must have known Mr. Wuming, which gave her the opportunity to see this collection of poems and plagiarize it." Someone immediately followed up.
This statement was unanimously recognized by everyone.
Master Qingjun actually wanted to tell them who Master Wuming was, but he couldn't say it and could only let them guess.
"No, no." The young man in purple suddenly spoke, pinching his chin with both hands, with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Is there something wrong?" Everyone looked at him in confusion.
"Bei Nianjin and Bei Yutang's poems are similar, so could it be that Bei Yutang's poems were also plagiarized from the nameless young master?" The young man in purple expressed his doubts.
"It must be. Look at the portrait that Mr. Wuming drew for Bei Yutang. It was so lifelike. They must be familiar with each other." Someone said immediately.
"Two sisters plagiarizing the same person's poems at the same time, that's too much..." The purple-robed young man paused at this point, his eyes suddenly widening, "I know who he is."
The young man in purple hurried into the back hall with a happy look on his face, leaving his back to everyone.
Everyone looked at his disappearing figure in bewilderment, and soon they heard bursts of laughter coming from the back hall, which made everyone even more confused.
Soon, the young man in purple came out from the back hall with a happy face, saying, "We've all been deceived. We've all been deceived. Haha."
Everyone: ...
If I didn't know his style of doing things, I would have thought he was crazy.
He kept saying he was cheated, but he still smiled so happily.
"Do you know who Mr. Wuming is?" The young man in purple looked smugly at the group of confused students. His look and expression were definitely an attitude of "everyone is drunk, but I am sober."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
