OBS Chapter 426: Repaying the Fox Demon 13
Chapter 426: Repaying the Fox Demon 13
As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked.
Loiman felt everyone's gaze on him, and he put on a surprised expression at the right moment, then looked at the other person involved, Fu Qingyan.
Fu Qingyan was the daughter of the Grand Tutor and was known as a talented woman. She was also shocked at this moment and could not believe that someone would write a poem like hers.
The queen asked someone to take the two poems and circulate them among everyone.
"It's indeed the same." Everyone was talking about it.
Loiman stood up and bowed to the queen: "Your Majesty, Iman definitely did not steal other people's poems. Please be clear about this."
"Oh?" The Queen asked her back, "You mean Miss Fu stole yours?"
It is too difficult to compose poetry in public, so many women in the boudoir would plan to write some poems and keep them for use on various occasions in the future. This is tacitly accepted by everyone, as long as the poems are written by themselves. There have been cases of poems being stolen.
Some people smiled, everyone knew that Fu Qingyan's poems were well-known in the capital, but Loiman had never heard of her having any outstanding poems.
Luo Yiman looked at Fu Qingyan, "I don't know why it feels the same to you, maybe there is some misunderstanding."
"What kind of misunderstanding could make two people write the same poem?" The Queen said, "Miss Fu, you tell me."
Fu Qingyan stood up and saluted: "Although I don't know why Miss Luo II wrote the same poem as me, this poem was indeed written by Qingyan alone."
The Queen and the eldest princess did trust Fu Qingyan more. All the men and women who had a crush on Fu Qingyan supported Fu Qingyan and ridiculed Loiman.
Loiman didn't know whether to shed tears or not. This was the effect she wanted. Only when she was wronged enough would she be sympathetic enough when the situation turned around.
The eldest princess: "Miss Luo, do you have anything to say?"
Loiman turned pale and said stubbornly: "Iman did not plagiarize."
As soon as these words were spoken, they were immediately ridiculed.
"Can you write a poem like this? Second Miss Luo, if you do something wrong, you should admit it and don't make it too embarrassing."
"You are the daughter of the Imperial Censor. Are you worthy of your father by lying like this?"
The men's party had not yet left when Censor Luo and the Grand Tutor heard that something had gone wrong at the flower-viewing banquet. With the eldest princess's consent, they headed towards the back garden where the noble lady had written her poem.
Xiao Changan was about to go back with Marquis Zhaoxin to check on his elder brother's injuries, but he stopped abruptly when he heard this: "Uncle, I want to go see Yiman."
Marquis Zhaoxin was very dissatisfied when he saw that he was not at all anxious when he heard that Xiao Changping's life was hanging by a thread, but instead wanted to help Loiman.
"I know you still have feelings for Miss Luo Er, but she has already broken off the engagement with you, so don't worry too much about her affairs, lest they get out and affect your future marriage."
Xiao Changan's face was cold, and he didn't listen: "The innocent are innocent, I don't care about these."
Marquis Zhao Xin stopped him and told him the reason why he came to see him: "Your elder brother has a broken leg and is unconscious. Go and take a look. Get the miracle doctor from last time. I'll consider it as a favor your uncle owes you."
He thought that everything had been made clear, and Xiao Changan would go back with him no matter how reluctant he was, considering that he was the head of the Marquis' Mansion.
However, Marquis Zhaoxin was wrong. Xiao Changan was worried about Loiman and didn't want to continue wasting time with him, so he waved Marquis Zhaoxin's hand away in desperation.
"Uncle, I'm worried about Yiman. I won't be able to sleep or eat if I don't go to see her." After saying that, Xiao Changan strode towards the back garden.
"Stop!" Marquis Zhaoxin said, "Come back with me immediately. Ping'er's leg can't wait. We must find a miracle doctor."
Xiao Changan knew that it would be useless for him to go back with Marquis Zhao Xin. He relied on Yun Yuan's help when he broke his leg last time, and now Yiman's matter was more urgent.
Without even turning his head, he said to Marquis Zhao Xin, "Uncle, please ask the court doctor to take a look. He won't die from a broken leg."
Marquis Zhaoxin held his breath and asked, "Xiao Changan, are you sure you want to do this?"
Xiao Changan turned around, puzzled: "Uncle, I am not good at medicine, but I will find a way for big brother. It just takes a while. Big brother has been in pain for so long, he doesn't care about a little while."
He left impatiently, leaving Marquis Zhaoxin staring blankly.
In the back garden, Loiman knelt on the ground and cried. Censor Luo and the Grand Tutor both stood beside their daughter, saying that their daughter would not do such a shameless thing as stealing poems.
But if you look closely, you can see that Censor Luo's eyes are a little evasive.
Censor Luo was in a very complicated mood, as he knew his own daughter was indeed incapable of writing such a good poem, but he was unwilling to admit it in front of outsiders and knew he had to stand behind Loiman.
Xiao Changan took a step forward anxiously: "Empress, Princess, stealing poems is not a trivial matter. We cannot make subjective assumptions. We must investigate thoroughly."
When Censor Luo saw Xiao Chang'an standing next to his daughter, he had a better impression of him and agreed.
"Yes, we can't make subjective assumptions. Can anyone prove that my Yiman stole something?"
The Queen frowned and said, "Then according to what the champion said, how should we deal with this matter?"
Xiao Changan said: "Of course I will interrogate you carefully. May I ask you two ladies, what kind of experience and what kind of mood did you write this poem in?"
Loiman knew that Xiao Changan was helping her, but she was not grateful because she thought she could handle the matter on her own.
But since she was asked, she said, "It rained a while ago, and I was listening to the rain in the attic, and I was inspired to write this."
Compared to her brevity, Fu Qingyan's explanation was much more detailed: "My ancestral home is in Lin'an, and I spent this time last year in Lin'an.
One night I missed my relatives in Beijing, and heard that the border war was tense. I couldn't sleep and listened to the spring rain all night. The apricot blossoms in front of the window were beautiful in the rain. I thought about the alleys tomorrow and wondered if someone would come out to sell apricot blossoms. " (I believe you have guessed which poem it is)
Everyone nodded as they listened. Compared to Loimann's, Fu Qingyan's explanation was indeed more credible. If one could write such a stunning poem just by listening to the rain, without any relevant experience, why couldn't they do it?
Loiman retorted: "Although I have never been to Lin'an, there are apricot blossoms in the capital, and I did write this poem."
Fu Qingyan said calmly: "Although there are apricot blossoms in the capital, there is no tradition of exchanging apricot blossoms. In our hometown of Lin'an, apricot blossoms represent love and beautiful visions. Selling apricot blossoms has become a special way for many women to make money.
Whenever the apricot blossoms are in full bloom, people will buy apricot blossoms from them and give them to their loved ones or relatives and friends to express their thoughts and blessings. "
During the banquet, some people who had been to Lin'an said that there was indeed such a tradition. Everyone became more and more convinced that the poem was written by Fu Qingyan and cast condemning glances at Loimann.
Only Xiao Changan chose to believe Luo Yiman: "I believe that Miss Luo Er would not do such a shameless thing."
Everyone sighed and subconsciously stayed away from him, as if he was carrying some infectious disease. The ladies who had daughters of marriageable age whispered to their daughters to avoid this man and never have any contact with him.
Loiman looked around inconspicuously, and seeing that most people had arrived, he took out his trump card and said loudly:
"Your Majesty, I only wrote the first four lines of the poem I wrote. I have already thought of the last four lines, but I didn't write them down because I felt they didn't fit the theme of today."
Fu Qingyan had a bad feeling in her heart, but no one knew that she was thinking about adding a few more sentences to make the poem more complete. It was obvious that Roy came prepared.
She was a little confused. Could there really be someone who could write a poem like her?
The Queen asked her, "Are there any more poems after Miss Fu's?"
Fu Qingyan shook her head: "I haven't written it yet, but I feel that the capital is too flashy and it's not as peaceful and leisurely as Lin'an. I want to go back to my hometown during the Qingming Festival to visit the graves of my relatives."
The queen nodded and said, "Second Miss Luo, what is the poem you wrote later? Read it out for everyone to hear."
Loiman straightened his back and abdomen: "I write casually on a short piece of paper, and share tea with my friends in the sunny window. Don't sigh about the dust in your plain clothes, you can still get home before Qingming."
There was silence at the table, for the artistic conception of the poem and for Loiman's reversal. Xiao Changan was the happiest among them.
Censor Luo was also happy, but more surprised.
Fu Qingyan's face turned pale, and she looked at Loiman in disbelief: "How can you write a poem that is exactly the same as what I have in mind?"
Loiman looked at her with disdain: "Of course it's because I wrote the poem."
"Impossible..." Fu Qingyan said, "Are you also planning to go back to worship your ancestors during Qingming Festival?"
"Of course." Loiman said shamelessly: "Your Majesty, Princess Royal, the matter is very clear, the poem was written by me."
The eldest princess frowned and said, "Since you said you wrote the poem, then tell me what these lines mean."
This naturally did not pose a problem for Leumann.
In her previous life, Fu Qingyan's poems were widely sung, and in the end she married the second prince. The lovers finally got married and it became a good story in the capital, which made her, who had nothing going her way after getting married, very envious.