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"The Poetry Competition is not over yet. Where is Miss Feng going?"

Feng Yu'er couldn't move forward or retreat. She could only look at Song Yu with pleading eyes and stretched out her hand to grab Song Yu's arm. "Brother Huaijin, they all bully me. You have to make the decision for Yu'er."

Song Yu put his hands behind his back and cleverly avoided Feng Yu'er's extended hand, "Miss Feng, if you have anything to do, please go back to the hall first."

Feng Yu'er's outstretched hand fell empty, and her face felt disappointed, but when she thought about having Song Yu backing her back in the hall, she began to feel proud again.

She was the most talented woman in the capital, how could she be compared to a vulgar military commander's daughter? She had to get the debt back on the spot.

Everyone in the hall is still having a heated discussion.

Su Ye had long since discovered that Feng Yu'er had left, and the heroine was gone, so there was no need for her to continue singing in this scene, so she planned to go home.

Unexpectedly, Fang Heng stopped her and chatted with her for a long time.

"Yi Zi, you were so domineering just now. That Feng Yu'er's face turned green because of you. When did you become so powerful and can write poems?"

"In the past six months, have you found an expert to study poetry and poetry behind my back? Wow! You didn't even tell me about such a good thing."

"Tell me quickly, is that right? I promise not to spread the word!"

Su Ye was upset by this guy's quarrel, so he said truthfully: "Don't ask around. That poem was not actually written by me."

"Who did that?"

"Yes……"

Before Su Ye could finish his words, he was interrupted by Feng Yu'er who had left and returned, "Of course it's me!"

She was also curious as to why Feng Yu'er was back. When she took a closer look, there were Song Taigong and Song Yu behind her. It turned out that someone was backing her up. No wonder she was so dragging.

"The last four lines of that poem were indeed written by me, but I deleted them later. Su Ye got the incomplete manuscript from somewhere, and then falsely accused me of hiring someone to write it for me."

The situation on the scene has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Everyone began to accuse Su Ye of being deceitful and duplicitous.

Seeing Feng Yu'er's vivid performance of telling lies without even turning red, Su Ye couldn't help but clap her hands.

"Ms. Feng, I have never seen such a shameless person like you. You copied a lot and copied for a long time. You really thought it was your own thing. What a big joke!"

"You, you spit on others!"

Feng Yu'er was so rebuffed that she couldn't speak clearly, and started to act to Song Yu again, "Brother Huaijin, look at this Su Ye, she deliberately wants to smear me and ruin my reputation."

"Master Song, Su Ye made a big fuss in Taishi's Mansion today. He simply doesn't take you and the entire Song family seriously."

First, they cried so hard that Lihua brought rain to win Song Yu's sympathy, and then the villain complained first and ran to Master Song to transfer the conflict between the two of them to the Song family and Su Ye.

The acting skills are so high and the changes are so fast that even Su Ye is defeated.

Grand Master Song listened to his servant briefly describe what had just happened and asked Su Ye to provide evidence that Feng Yu'er had committed fraud.

"Girl from the Su family, since you doubt that Miss Feng's poem was not written by herself, please provide evidence. Otherwise, we cannot misunderstand Miss Feng based on your one-sided words."

With Taishi Song presiding over the overall situation, the audience was completely silent. They naturally believed in the decision of the highly respected Master Song.

Isn't it just whoever claims it gives evidence? Su Ye had done enough homework before coming.

"Mr. Song, I certainly have enough evidence, but I still need the cooperation of everyone present."

Master Song nodded in agreement.

She first asked everyone present a question, "Have you read all the poems Ms. Feng has written so far?"

Except for people like Su Ye and Fang Heng who had other agendas, most of the people who came to participate in the poetry competition today came because they sincerely loved poetry, so naturally they had read and read Feng Yuer's poems.

After everyone responded in the affirmative, Su Ye continued to ask: "I wonder if anyone has done an in-depth analysis and interpretation of Miss Feng's poems?"

After the commotion, several older scholars in the crowd stood up and said that they had studied Feng Yuer's poems and were very familiar with them.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Su Ye chuckled and immediately began her analysis.

"I have also read Miss Feng's masterpieces. They are indeed very good, and many of them are good sentences worthy of being passed down through the ages. But after reading more, I discovered a problem."

As soon as they heard that there was a question, the gossip souls of everyone in the audience were ignited, and they all listened attentively.

"We all know that every poet has his own style, which cannot be changed in a short period of time. But when I look at Miss Feng's works, the style is unpredictable. At one time, it is majestic, unrestrained, fresh and elegant, just like an immortal. During his lifetime, he was depressed and sad at one time, caring about his country and his people, like a patriotic sage; at another time, he was fresh and natural, peaceful and peaceful, like a pastoral hermit. There are so many changes in style that it is almost too numerous to mention."

"I wonder if you think that many poems with different styles and varied themes were written by one person?"

After Su Ye finished speaking, everyone in the audience began to get into a fierce debate again.

And every time Su Ye said something, Feng Yuer's face turned darker. In the end, her face turned earth-colored, and a look of resentment flashed in her eyes for a moment.

"Miss Su, what you said is indeed very good, but don't forget that before I wrote these poems, no one had heard or read them. You said that I didn't write them myself, so who did I copy? "

"According to Miss Su, these poems were not written by one person, and each of them is a rare masterpiece. Since they can produce such excellent works, why don't they publish them themselves and become famous, instead of giving them to me? What about the little girl? Even if I can use strong authority to force and induce, it doesn’t mean that everyone is greedy for money and life, right? "

"So I think what Miss Su said is distorting the facts and talking nonsense."

Feng Yuer's defense quickly gained support from everyone.

They are more willing to believe the most direct evidence than Su Ye's one-sided words.

The fact is that in this world, Feng Yuer is indeed the first person to create these poems.

At this point, Su Ye realized that he had underestimated Feng Yu'er before. It seemed that she was not as brainless as the heroines in ordinary time-travel novels. The woman who finally ascended to the position of queen in this feudal society with intrigues was as scheming as the city. It's beyond comparison with ordinary people.

It seems like she can't do it without using her big moves.

Su Ye immediately asked someone to prepare two sets of the Four Treasures of the Study, and she wanted to compete with Feng Yu'er on the spot.

After all, she has gone to college twice and worked as a Chinese teacher, so her reserve of ancient poems will not be lower than hers.