"Hmm!" The Seventh Prince responded as if he was awakened, but did not answer Wen Mingzhu's question immediately.

After a long while, he slowly spoke: "I...I want to ask Concubine Wen, did you really write those poems yourself?"

There was a hint of urgency and even hope in his tone.

Wen Mingzhu was stunned. She didn't know why the little kid in front of her suddenly asked about this topic.

But she knew what to do, which was to never admit that she had plagiarized a celebrity's work.

She looked up into the other person's slightly sad eyes and nodded seriously: "Of course I did it myself."

After all, those poets are not in this time and space, and no one knows of their existence.

The Seventh Prince lowered his head slightly upon hearing this. After a moment of silence, he asked softly, "Do you know Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru?"

"You...you know Zhuo Wenjun?" Wen Mingzhu suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Could it be that there was some hidden master in the Great Sheng Dynasty who had heard of Zhuo Wenjun?

But this is impossible!

She remembered that Zhuo Wenjun was a talented woman in the Western Han Dynasty. Moreover, when she was three years old, she recited Li Bai's "The Moon Shines on My Bedside" and no one could recognize her.

It would be great if the system was still there!

Although it is a useless system, it is still very reliable for finding information.

After all, Wen Mingzhu had lived three lives, and she quickly realized that she had been tricked by the little brat in front of her.

Although she was panicking inside, she remained calm and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

The Seventh Prince understood what was going on when he heard her incoherent words, because the first thing she asked them was whether they recognized Zhuo Wenjun.

That means there really is a person named Zhuo Wenjun in the world. Since there is such a person named Zhuo Wenjun, it proves that the crazy little guy from the Su family did not lie.

"The poems you wrote to me were all written by Zhuo Wenjun, right?" The seventh prince looked lonely and desolate.

Wen Mingzhu had long understood the minds of these young masters from aristocratic families. They were young and full of vigor and vitality, sympathetic to the weak, conceited about their righteousness, and foolish and naive, making them the easiest to deceive.

But she never dreamed that the little brat Seventh Prince would suddenly attack her, so she had to abandon him first.

"When did I write a poem for you? Don't flatter yourself so easily."

"Seventh brother, how old are you? How could the little sister-in-law write a poem for you?"

The Fourth Prince did not go to Zui Xiang Lou that day, so he did not know that Su Xiaomin had exposed Wen Mingzhu's plagiarism.

Two years ago, Wen Mingzhu shared a purse with him, which contained a poem and two red beans.

When the Seventh Prince saw his Third and Fourth Brothers reaching for their waist pouches at the same time, he was silent for a long time again.

What is there to be unclear about? His third and fourth brothers must have received Wen Mingzhu's poem and red beans.

He had no interest in that position. His brother, the Crown Prince, was the heir apparent chosen by his father, the Emperor, and he had accepted this fact since he was a child.

Ever since he was a child, he has admired Wen Mingzhu, the most talented woman in the capital. When he began to understand a little about love between men and women, he found himself falling in love with her.

By the time he understood, his brother the Crown Prince had already knelt down and begged for an imperial decree to grant her marriage, saying that he would marry her into the Eastern Palace when she reached the age of 15.

So he could only bury that love deep in his heart and hope that she would be happy all her life.

He was afraid that his father would depose the Crown Prince and implicate her, so he, who never cared about court affairs, ran around everywhere for the Crown Prince.

Even when Miss Su said a few days ago that her poems were plagiarized, he never gave up the love in his heart.

At that time, he was still thinking that even if she was a plagiarist, at least she treated him differently.

When the second son of the Prime Minister's Mansion tearfully questioned her that the poem she wrote to him could not be plagiarized, he realized that she had also written poems for the second son of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Just now, he realized that she had actually written Red Beans to countless men! "Third brother, fourth brother, it's late at night. Since the crown prince wants to accompany the emperor's wife, should we leave first?"

"Well... okay." The Fourth Prince was not a fool. He didn't care which brother sat in which position.

Because he had a crush on Wen Mingzhu before, he naturally hoped that she would be happy. When his third brother called him to the East Palace to discuss matters, he followed without hesitation.

But what did he see just now? She actually held the third brother and refused to let go! He was stunned at that moment. It turned out that she was such a person! If it weren't for her relationship, he would still be more inclined to the fifth brother. When he heard the seventh brother calling him to leave, he turned around and left without hesitation.

Wen Mingzhu didn't know at this time that she had lost two major sources of support by hugging her.

If she knew that the Crown Prince went to see the Crown Princess every day to win people's hearts, and that she scared away the support of two princes' in-laws with just one hug, I don't know if she would regret it.

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The Third Prince saw his Fourth and Seventh Brothers running so fast, as if their feet were greased, so he also said goodbye awkwardly, "Little Sister-in-law, Third Brother will take his leave first."

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Wen Mingzhu looked at the backs of several people and fell into deep despair again.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it is the day before the first day of September, and the Weiwu Marquis Mansion is decorated with lights and colors.

After a busy day, everyone stood in the yard and looked at the joyful expressions all over the yard.

The setting sun melts gold, the sunset glows for thousands of miles, and the early autumn evening breeze carries the remaining warmth of the sunny day.

The wind blew across the golden Ginkgo Lake in the main courtyard of the Hou Mansion, creating ripples. The waves surged, gradually changing from golden yellow to silver white, and were tinged with the coolness of the moon.

"Master, master, our Marquis is back." Jin Liu shouted excitedly.

"Really?" Wen Qingwan asked in disbelief. Her heartbeat seemed to accelerate instantly, and a look of anticipation and nervousness appeared on her face.

When Xiao Jin stepped into the yard and saw the whole yard decorated with lights and colorful decorations, he thought he had walked into the wrong house.

As he was hesitating, he saw the person he was thinking about standing on the bluestone slabs in the courtyard.

The sunset glowed through the leaves of the ancient elm trees, sprinkling on her face, which was as crystal clear as water.

It reflected the expectation flashing in her bright eyes, as if leaping with the excitement in her heart.

When he saw her, Xiao Jin felt as if he had stepped on a colorful cloud and was flying towards the person he had been thinking about.

He rushed towards her, still muttering, "My wife, are you waiting for your husband?"

"Well, I heard from Jinliu that my husband has returned home, so I came here specially to greet him." Wen Qingwan walked quickly towards Xiao Jin, her slender skirt fluttering gently under her feet. "My lady, please stand still. Your husband is coming." Xiao Jin stopped her in a loud voice, as if he was afraid that she would fall.

Hearing this, Wen Qingwan immediately stopped and stared at him, her emotions surging like waves.

"My wife, your husband is back." Xiao Jin hugged her and said gently, with infinite tenderness in his voice.

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