Chapter 103: Alternative Plagiarist
Jiang Xinyu was just thinking about it, it was just about making the streets more dusty, no one knew how she could come up with the idea of taking sides in seizing the throne.
Once this idea came to him, he could not get rid of it. After returning from Mrs. Wang's place, he rushed into the room and began to write furiously.
When Xiao Yuan returned home and heard that his wife had stayed in her room as soon as she entered the house and refused to come out, he thought that she was unhappy with her shopping, so he specially brought her the newly acquired Seven Treasures Colored Glass Lamp to show his courtesy.
Unexpectedly, I saw a little cat as soon as I entered the house.
The lady was still his beautiful lady, but there was a lot more ink on her face and hands.
Looking at the pile of papers on the table, Governor Xiao frowned, put down the lamp, put his arm around his wife's waist and smiled softly,
"What are you writing? You're so absorbed in it. Why are you suddenly practicing calligraphy?"
As he spoke, Xiao Yuan picked up a piece of poetry manuscript and could tell at a glance that this poem was a masterpiece of brilliant literary talent.
But before he could praise her, he saw that his wife had finished writing the piece of paper she was writing. Xiao Yuan's smile froze on his face, and the streaks of ink seemed like sharp blades that pierced his body to pieces.
Prince Wangsun chased away the dust, and Lu Zhu shed tears, wetting her silk scarf.
Once you enter a high-class family, it is as deep as the sea. From then on, Xiao Lang is just a passerby.
Why did the lady write such a sad poem when she had to marry into a rich family even though she loved the man she loved?
My wife said she liked me, so why did she have someone else in her heart? Who was that Xiao Lang?
Did Madam plan to marry me because she couldn't marry Xiao Lang?
Why me? Because my last name is the same as his.
Or... because I am disabled, do you want to tell that Xiao Lang that you are chaste for him by marrying him?
What about our harmonious relationship these days?
I didn't mean to be tempted, but you dragged him into the whirlpool of lust.
I'm trapped, I can't escape, I'm addicted, so what does this poem mean now?
Have you had enough fun?
You want to show off your cards to me and find you... the real Xiao Lang
Xiao Yuan's hand holding the paper gradually tightened, his face turned pale and his eyes were filled with fierceness.
I have to say that Jiang Xinyu's training did have some effect. If it had been Governor Xiao at this time a few days ago, he would have probably smashed the table.
It's a pity that his inferiority complex and overthinking habits could not be corrected in a short time. The greatest progress he made was to suppress his anger and ask who Xiao Lang was.
Jiang Xinyu was writing vigorously, and when she heard his gritted teeth question, she casually replied,
"Xiao Lang what? Xiao Lang, you don't want me to call you Xiao Lang, do you?
Come on, that's too corny."
As Jiang Xinyu raised her head, she saw Xiao Yuan's eyes were red and his face was sad, just like a young wife who was abandoned by someone else.
"Oh my god, what are you singing about?
I just wanted to finish reciting the poem before talking to you, why are you so impatient?
Be good, I won’t write anymore, I won’t write anymore, my wife, give me a kiss!"
After Jiang Xinyu finished speaking, she put down her pen and hugged Xiao Yuan's arm, only to see that he was holding a wrinkled manuscript of a poem in his hand.
Damn it, I finally know what this guy is up to.
Jiang Xinyu rolled her eyes helplessly, "I wrote more than a hundred poems, why did you just take this one?
You don't think I wrote this, do you?
I'm sorry, husband, you think too highly of me. Your wife is semi-illiterate."
Xiao Yuan felt relieved when he saw his wife being so carefree. Could it be that he had misunderstood?
Jiang Xinyu was so angry when she saw him like this that she casually took out a poem manuscript and slapped it on the table.
"Come, read it carefully. This is a poem in memory of my late husband. I've already written it. Do you want to die?"
Then he took out another one and said, "Look at this one, it's about the scenery of the northern frontier. I've lived in such a big city and I've never even left the capital. Could it be that I wrote this too?"
What can I rely on? I can only rely on my imagination.
I don't know what you're thinking about every day. You usually don't even look at the evidence when handling cases, you just make blind guesses."
Xiao Yuan was a little aggrieved and stammered,
"Then why did you copy this poem? I thought..."
"You think, you think, you think you are a Daluo Jinxian who can make your words come true.
You think you can doubt me
I told you so much, but you just ignored me, didn't you?
What is the long mouth for?
You won’t ask questions.”
Xiao Yuan carefully pinched his wife's sleeve with two fingers and shook it.
“I just asked.”
Jiang Xinyu threw away her sleeves in disdain, "You did ask, but before you asked, you had already thought about how many pieces Xiao Lang should be cut into.
Why didn't you ask when you just finished watching it, instead of making up a bunch of nonsense in your mind and sulking?
Don't always make excuses for your inferiority complex. In the final analysis, it's because you don't trust me.
Do you know that this kind of distrust is very hurtful? If you are narrow-minded, you should be hanged by now to prove your innocence.
Get out of the way, stop pulling and tugging."
Jiang Xinyu walked out after she finished speaking, and Xiao Yuan quickly hugged her.
"I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, don't leave, you can beat me or scold me if you are angry.
I don't distrust you, it's just that happiness came too suddenly and I'm always worried about gains and losses.
I will change. As long as you don't leave me, I can change anything."
"Why change it? I don't think you'll ever be able to change your habit of daydreaming."
Jiang Xinyu squeezed Xiao Yuan helplessly.
"Why are you holding me all the time? Haven't you noticed that the sweet and sour pork ribs are already on the table?
Today we have pork elbow in rock sugar, but it won’t taste good if it gets cold!”
Xiao Yuan's sorrow was instantly choked. He awkwardly let go of her hand and watched his wife run to the outer room like a gust of wind.
When he got there, someone was already holding a big pork elbow and starting to chew on it.
It seems that he always overthinks.
Although Jiang Xinyu scolded fiercely, she was not angry at all.
This bastard even knows how to fight and kill without being asked directly. He has improved compared to before. He can be educated slowly.
You can't delay eating in order to educate a man. This is a matter of principle.
Xiao Yuan was extremely grateful that his wife was a foodie, as he was able to pass this level today thanks to the sweet and sour spare ribs and candied pork elbow.
A well-fed beast is always more talkative. Jiang Xinyu was too lazy to argue with him, so she picked up the stack of poetry manuscripts and went straight to the point.
She didn't have the time to look through all the poetry collections on the market, so she had no idea whether these poems had been written by previous people.
She just tried to memorize as many poems as possible based on her memory, and it was up to Xiao Yuan to decide which ones to use and how to use them.
Governor Xiao has always had good grades in the Inner Academy. A casual glance at the poems will reveal that they are extremely brilliant and include many masterpieces that will be remembered for all time.
But he had never heard of such a good poem before, which made him suspicious.
This time he learned his lesson. He asked questions directly and waited obediently for his wife to answer his questions.
Jiang Xinyu glared at him coquettishly, "That's better, then listen carefully.
My mother became an immortal after she passed away. She knew that I was not good at writing, so she plagiarized a lot of famous works from her immortal poet friends and gave them to me so that I could pretend to be cool in the future... ahem, pretend to be a talented woman.
I don't like to be in the spotlight, so I'll memorize it and see if you can use it.
Do you believe it?
If you don’t believe me, I’ll make up another one for you.”
Xiao Yuan covered his face with his hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Why don't you make up another one, Madam? I feel like it would be a bit stupid if I believed this."
"Tsk, believe it or not,"
Jiang Xinyu looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.
"Just think of it as a dream.
Go back and search the poetry collections on the market to see if there are any duplicates. If not, you can make good use of these poems.
For example, this song, "After my flower blooms, all other flowers will die", is it domineering enough?
If the second prince recited this poem in public after getting drunk, do you think the old emperor would reward this ambitious son?
There is also this one: I can’t bear to look back at my homeland in the moonlight.
Zhang Zhongyi's family had been highly valued officials for generations in the previous dynasty. If he was rewarded, would the emperor think he was loyal to his former master?
Most people can’t write such a beautiful poem, and I give him credit for it.”
Jiang Xinyu was talking so excitedly as if she had already seen the old man being thrown into jail in prison uniform, and she didn't notice that Xiao Yuan's eyes had become very strange when he looked at her.
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