Return of the Wasted Wife of Time Traveling

Cao Yue sat in the courtroom, still dignified, and asked, "Wen Jinyu, are these poems yours?"

Wen Jinyu looked up at the people around him, Wen Qianli's pride, Lin Jinghuan's worry, and Wen Ming's indifference, then he sighed, looked at Cao Yue, and said, "Master Cao, I didn't write this, they forged it .”

"You are lying!" Wen Ming said, "This handwriting is obviously yours. Besides these, there are many more at home."

Wen Jinyu didn't look at Wen Ming, and said to Cao Yue frankly, "These are indeed not mine. Even the handwriting is completely different from mine."

Wen Ming looked at Wen Jinyu in surprise, "What nonsense are you talking about? This is obviously your handwriting."

Wen Jinyu looked at Wen Ming and sneered, "Wen Ming, this is not my handwriting, my handwriting is not so beautiful."

At this time, Lin Jinghuan also understood what Wen Jinyu meant, got up and walked forward, glanced at the paper in Wen Jinyu's hand, and said to Cao Yue: "Master Cao, this is indeed not Jinyu's handwriting." With a smile, "Jinyu's handwriting is very ugly."

Ugly is ugly, why add a very?

After Wen Jinyu gave Lin Jinghuan a blank look, he said to Cao Yue: "Master Cao, you can get the pen and ink, and I will write it for you."

Hearing this, Wen Qianli retorted: "In order to get rid of the crime, you must not write according to your usual habits."

Lin Jinghuan said: "In that case, let someone go to the prime minister's mansion to get some of Jinyu's words. We didn't know that something like this would happen today, and we didn't make preparations in advance."

Cao Yue nodded, and then ordered Ye Ye to go to the prime minister's mansion to get some things written by Wen Jinyu and come back to compare the handwriting.

Wen Jinyu said: "Lord Cao, I want to summon someone to prove his innocence."

"Okay, who are you looking for?"

"Boss Moxiang Building."

Cao Yue readily agreed, and then sent someone to summon the boss of Moxianglou.

The Prime Minister's Mansion and Moxiang Building were not far away, and after a few people waited for a while, the yamen servant came back from the Prime Minister's Mansion, holding a piece of paper with Wen Jinyu's handwriting in his hand.

The yamen servant presented the paper in front of Cao Yue. Cao Yue frowned as he looked at the dog-planing characters without calligraphy beauty, and questioned, "Is this a mistake?"

Wen Jinyu was a little embarrassed, but Lin Jinghuan smiled and said, "This is indeed Jinyu's word."

Hearing this, Cao Yue still found it unbelievable. He looked at Wen Jinyu, and then at the scorching calligraphy in his hand.

Lin Jinghuan suggested at this time: "Master Cao, you can ask Jinyu to write it again."

Reminded by Lin Jinghuan, Cao Yue also immediately asked someone to write a pen and ink, and then asked Wen Jinyu to write the content on the paper again.

Comparing the old and the new, both are too ugly to look at directly, but the style is exceptionally unified, obviously it was made by one person.

Seeing this, Wen Ming also had a look of disbelief, and said, "Impossible!"

Wen Jinyu walked to Wen Ming with the handwriting she had just written, "There is nothing impossible, you can see clearly. If you want to frame me, forge evidence, and offer snacks, you don't even imitate your handwriting, just write something casually and say it's me." Yes. Do you think Mr. Cao is confused and can fool you casually?"

Wen Ming looked at Cao Yue, "My lord, these poems are indeed Wen Jinyu's."

At this time, another yamen servant also came back with the boss of Moxianglou.

After Wen Jinyu saw the boss of Moxianglou, he knew it was his turn to fight back.

Wen Jinyu turned around and cupped his hands to Cao Yue, saying: "Master Cao, both of them said that I have no talent, so I found someone who can prove that I have talent."

The boss of Moxianglou was suddenly taken to the Yamen, and he was also scared in his heart. After seeing Wen Jinyu, he was surprised at first, and then he looked for help.

Seeing this, Wen Jinyu comforted: "You don't have to be afraid, I called you over, I just want to ask you for help."

The owner of Moxianglou felt relieved after hearing his assurance and seeing Lin Jinghuan present.

After the owner of Moxiang Building saluted Cao Yue, Cao Yue asked Wen Jinyu, "Wen Jinyu, why did you come here?"

Wen Jinyu said, "Master Cao, do you know that he doesn't want to Minghe?"

"I know, I wrote a few books with fantastic ideas. The children in the family love them very much." Cao Yue was puzzled, "What does the current case have to do with Bu Ming He?" face said.

Wen Jinyu didn't answer, but asked again: "Does your lord think Minghe is talented?"

Cao Yue said: "Looking at his books, he can be said to be a genius. It is surprising."

Wen Jinyu nodded, and then said to the boss of Moxianglou: "Then please tell Mr. Cao, who is Minghe?"

Afterwards, everyone saw Mo Xianglou raised his hand and pointed at Wen Jinyu who was standing aside.

Cao Yue was also a little surprised, "You just don't want to Minghe?"

Wen Jinyu nodded, and then said: "Wen Qianli and the others said that I am average in talent, so the poems for the Zhehua Shocking Banquet must have been stolen from Grandpa's work."

The boss of Moxianglou who was on the side heard the words, and couldn't help but said: "If the little Mr. Wen who can write those books is only talented, then there will be no talented people in this world."

Cao Yue thought it made sense, and looked at Wen Qianli and Wen Ming with a much colder gaze, and asked, "How do you two explain it?"

Wen Ming frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "That book must have been written by the old man."

The owner of Moxiang Building heard the words and said, "I still have the manuscript written by Young Master Wen. The manuscript can prove that the book was written by Young Master Wen."

Wen Ming said again: "That's not necessarily the case. My father became confused a few years ago and often forgot some things. Those books and poems should have been written intermittently when he was confused. After Wen Jinyu embezzled them, he took care of the old man. An excuse to forcibly bring the old man and his collection of books to the capital. In fact, he took the opportunity to take away the manuscript written by the old man and then destroy the evidence." His words were resounding, as if they were facts.

Wen Jinyu did plagiarize, but it was not what the other party said.

Wen Jinyu looked at the other party disappointedly after listening to the other party's wronged words.

Wen Ming looked righteous, and said righteously: "I am Wen Jinyu's father. If he hadn't done too much, I wouldn't want to expose him." In his mouth, he is a righteous father, out of righteousness, It was only then that Wen Jinyu, the son who was trying to gain fame, was reported.

At this time, Wen Jinyu was only thankful that he did not have high blood pressure or heart disease, otherwise, after hearing what the other party said, he could have been buried in peace.

Wen Ming said again: "Although the old man is confused, he still has some memories of his own poems. Sir, you can call my old man over and ask him some of the poems written by Wen Jinyu at the Flower Folding Surprise Banquet. If he can say the next sentence, That means that the poems were made by the old man."

"Absurd!" Wen Jinyu looked at Wen Ming, "Wen Ming, you are really absurd. Now, to frame me, you even dragged grandpa along."

Wen Ming said, "Are you afraid?"

Wen Jinyu snorted angrily, not wanting to talk to him.

At this time, the owner of Moxianglou said: "Young Master Wen wrote poems at the Flower Folding Shocking Banquet. We have a collection of poems in Moxianglou for sale. Young Master Wen once brought Mr. Wen to my place to buy books. The old man bought them. This collection of poems, if he has read the content of the collection, he will naturally be able to answer the next sentence. I can find the records when I buy the book."

"You took the old man to buy books, but you actually wanted to cover up the evidence!" Wen Ming said with more certainty, "You did it on purpose!"

"Wen Ming! You're really enough!" Wen Jinyu couldn't control herself, and yelled out in front of everyone in the courtroom, "I'm really glad that grandpa is confused now, I don't know what you are now He has taught and educated people all his life, and he has taught so many people in the world, but he failed to teach your son well! I also can’t understand why you still treat me like this until now? How can I feel sorry for you? Father spares no effort to destroy me?"

"Presumptuous!" Wen Jinyu raised his hand to slap Wen Jinyu, but Lin Jinghuan grabbed his wrist before his slap fell.

Lin Jinghuan was also in a very bad mood at this time, and naturally he didn't have a good look at Wen Ming. He shook Wen Ming's hand away with force, "He is not something you can casually hit now."

"It's only natural for me to beat my son, you don't care about it!" Wen Ming said sharply.

"Then can I take care of you? Wen Ming!" Mr. Wen walked in with the support of Liu Ping'er and Uncle Gao.

Wen Jinyu was a little surprised when he saw old man Wen coming, "Grandpa!" He hurried forward to meet him, "Why are you here?"

Old Man Wen looked at Wen Jinyu with distressed eyes, "It's okay, Grandpa is here."

Hearing this, Wen Jinyu felt his nose a little sour.

Elder Wen walked into the courtroom with his hunched body and the support of everyone. He wanted to kneel down and salute Cao Yue.

Seeing this, Cao Yue got up straight away, stepped forward to support the other party, and said politely, "Mr. Wen doesn't need to salute."

Mr. Wen sighed and said, "I know everything. Those poems were not made by me." His words were finalized.

"Father!" Wen Ming was dissatisfied, and couldn't help but raised his voice and shouted at Mr. Wen, "Don't you hate the person who steals books and paintings the most in your life? How can you help Wen Jinyu lie like this because you love Wen Jinyu? He's just a Brother, how can you have such talent?"

In Wen Ming's view, brothers are destined to be no better than men.So he decided that everything about Wen Jinyu was stolen.

After speaking, Wen Ming looked at Mr. Wen expectantly.

Old Man Wen looked at Wen Ming, his old face was full of disappointment, he looked at Wen Ming, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it again, then raised his hand, and gave Wen Ming hard a slap.

After Wen Ming was slapped, he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, and looked at Mr. Wen in disbelief, "Father..."

Mr. Wen raised his hand again, and slapped Wen Ming again.

Everyone was stunned, feeling that something was wrong, but no one stepped forward to stop it.

Just like what Wen Ming said just now, no one can stop me from beating my son.

After Mr. Wen slapped Wen Ming twice, his voice was trembling and hoarse, "I have taught and educated countless people in my life, but I can't teach you well. Jinyu is my brother, so what?"

"Father……"

Mr. Wen was panting, his breath was hard to calm down, "I don't understand, why do you treat Jinyu like this, he is your flesh and blood, your son... you want to destroy him so much?"

"I'm just..." Wen Ming was in a daze, and finally his eyes fell on Liu Ping'er who came with Mr. Wen.

After the two looked at each other, Liu Ping'er laughed sadly, "I thought your words were just scaring me, but I didn't expect you to really do that!"

Hearing this, Wen Jinyu looked at his mother Liu Ping'er in confusion.

Liu Pinger looked at Wen Jinyu, with pity and guilt in his eyes, "He came to the capital a few days ago, and he asked me to go back. I don't want to. He said, if I don't come back to him, he will Just ruin you. I thought... I was just scaring me because of him."

However, the fact is that Wen Ming is really going to destroy Wen Jinyu.

In the solemn and solemn courtroom, the mother covered her face and lowered her head, sobbing softly.

Wen Jinyu felt tight in his chest and couldn't breathe.

He looked at Wen Ming, and there was something in his heart that went out after hearing the sentence that would destroy him.

People don't offend me, I don't offend others, if people offend me, then he doesn't want to back down.

Wen Jinyu bit the tender meat in his mouth, let the blood flow out and pooled in his mouth, and then spat it out in front of everyone, looking at Wen Ming, mournfully, "Father...you are my father...how can you Be hard-hearted?"

The blood is so dazzling, it is memorable.

From then on, no one would say that he, Wen Jinyu, was unfilial to Wen Ming, his father.

Only someone remembered that Wen Ming wanted to kill his own son Wen Jinyu.Wen Jinyu was extremely sad and couldn't calm down, so she vomited blood on the spot.

The world will blame Wen Ming, but sympathize with Wen Jinyu, a poor and talented brother.

Wen Jinyu closed her eyes, pretended to faint, and was caught firmly by Lin Jinghuan.

Author's gossip: Lin Jinghuan: It's just very angry, why is your father more angry than my mother?

Wen Jinyu: No, my father is even more annoying.