The Favoured Medical Princess: 306 Plagiarism?

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When the time came, the gong sounded, and then the wine-offering lady appeared in the venue, followed by two maids in blue, each holding a huge lottery tube.

Compared with other events such as music, calligraphy, and painting, this poetry competition has a very different point, that is, once the topic is revealed before the competition, even an idiot can find someone else to catch him and easily win the first place.

In order to prevent the leakage of the test questions in the finals, two lottery tubes were prepared in the Jinxinhui finals in the past, with the names of the word cards of the 100 lottery tickets and the theme of the 100 lottery tickets, and then drawn on the spot.

After calculating this, there are 10,000 possibilities. Even if the content of the signature is leaked, it will not have a big impact on the game.

In previous years’ Jinxinhui finals, the wine-offering lady and a judge each drew a lot. However, today’s competition is related to the battle between Dayu and Baiyue, so the opportunity to draw a second lot is very important. Gave him clothes.

The Jijiu Lady drew the first lot first, and won the word card called "Jiang Chengzi".

Following that, Baiyi stepped forward and drew the second lot, deciding on the theme as "Dream".

That is to say, the eight girls have to write a poem with "Dream" as the theme and "Jiangchengzi" as the word card.

The chamberlain of Qionghua Pavilion immediately wrote the name and theme of the Ci Pai on a roll of white paper, put it down from the railing on the second floor, and displayed the title in front of everyone in Qiushui Pavilion and Tingzhu Pavilion.

The gong sounded again. This time, the poetry competition officially started. The competition lasted for two sticks of incense. It was neither short nor long. Most of the girls had solemn expressions and concentrated on closing their eyes. Think about it.

Jiang Chengzi, dream.

Several students from the Imperial College couldn't help but imagine what kind of words they could improvise if they were in this arena. Hearing the silence in the Bamboo Pavilion, most of the young gentlemen were staring and thinking.

The name of the word "Jiangchengzi" first stipulates the number of words, level, and total number of sentences in each sentence... and then the theme of "dream" is applied.

Time only lasts for two sticks of incense...

Even if I can barely compose a poem, I’m afraid it will be difficult to produce a masterpiece!

While thinking about it, they discovered that a girl in the field was the first to write. Just like in the preliminary round, it was Bai Muxiao again!

Although the spectators around could not see clearly what she wrote on the paper, they still looked at her intently, watching her write freely and freely, watching her elegant yet free and easy. posture, looking at her bright eyes shining with confidence...

Soon, Bai Muxiao decisively stopped writing. After a quick check, she ended gracefully.

The rules of the finals are based on the imperial examination. The lyrics written by the girls will be copied by someone, the handwriting will be masked, and then anonymously submitted to the judges and the students of the Imperial College for tasting, and then the best ones will be selected. leader.

Before half of the stick of incense was burned, Bai Muxiao had already handed in the paper. If it were done before, her move would definitely put great pressure on the other Dayu girls. But at this moment, these Dayu girls breathed a sigh of relief. Today, it is no longer an internal competition among Dayu girls. As long as Bai Muxiao can defeat the Baiyue Saint, it is okay even if they give her a green leaf today.

After Bai Muxiao came off the field, all eyes were naturally focused on Wei Yi. She was indeed no ordinary woman. Even in such an occasion, she still straightened her back and sat there without squinting. Nose, nose, mouth, mouth, heart, as if completely unaware of everything happening around her... It wasn't until nearly a third of the second incense was burned that she started writing with confidence.

After both sticks of incense were burned, the girls' works were copied and submitted to Qionghua Pavilion, Qiushui Pavilion and Tingzhu Pavilion.

It’s just a piece of lyrics written in just two sticks of incense. Most of the words are just mediocre and smooth, but there is really no artistic conception...until the maid in blue read the fifth poem:

"Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking, and unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust, and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly return to my hometown, and the small Xuan window is in front of me. Dressing up. Looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heart will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short of the pines."

As soon as this masterpiece was recited, the entire Tingzhu Pavilion boiled instantly, as if a pot had exploded.

"Wonderful, wonderful! It is really a masterpiece!" A young man in snow clothes stood up and praised him profusely, "In ten years, life and death are so vast. Without thinking, I will never forget it. Such a beautiful sentence is really rare in ten years. Smell it once!"

"That's right, that's right." Another scholar-looking young man shook his head and said, "The upper palace records reality and the lower palace records dreams. The combination of virtuality and reality is really ingenious."

"These sentences are as commonplace as they are spoken, but they are spoken from the heart, with deep affection, sadness and sorrow. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would not have dared to imagine that a woman under the age of 20 was short-term. What a masterpiece in just two sticks of incense! It makes me sigh!" Another young man in Tsing Yi praised while waving his paper fan.

"Who said women are inferior to men!" Master Xueyi said with emotion, "...but who wrote this poem?"

Even if they haven't read the remaining two lyrics, they have already concluded that this lyric must be the well-deserved leader today.

But if this word was made by the saint, then Dayu would really be...

Everyone looked at each other, feeling a little uneasy.

Not only the young masters in the Zhuge Pavilion are speculating, but also the Qiushui Pavilion.

Seeing the worried faces of Fu Yunyan and Yuan Yuyi, Nangong Yue suddenly said with certainty: "This should be the work of my cousin."

Several girls looked over at her, with obvious relief on their faces.

Yuan Yuyi patted her chest and said, "Since Yue'er said that, I'm relieved." Although Yuan Yuyi always felt that her cousin Nangong Yue had a surly temper and often looked at everyone with a strange look, It's really hard to like, but when it comes to Dayu's honor and interests, of course she still hopes Bai Muxiao... No, she hopes Dayu can win!

Now that Dayu is sure of winning, Yuan Yuyi and Fu Yunyan are relieved, biting their ears and talking and laughing.

But Nangong Yue looked a little weird.

Nangong Yue is so sure that this poem was written by Bai Muxiao, not because of her confidence or understanding of Bai Muxiao, but because this poem is familiar to her.

Yes, she also knows this poem!

It is not that this poem was written by her, nor is it that this poem was not written by Bai Muxiao.

The problem lies precisely in——

This poem "Ye" was written by Bai Muxiao in the previous life, and every word is exactly the same.

Just like now, the song "Jiang Chengzi" shocked everyone with its skills as soon as it was released, attracting praise from countless literati.

I still remember that in her previous life, Bai Muxiao composed this poem two years later when she was fifteen years old. Bai Muxiao attended a small banquet hosted by a lady in the royal capital. At that time, the noble ladies were very popular in poetry. , decided to write poems and lyrics with the theme of "missing", so Bai Muxiao improvised the song "Jiangchengzi" in seven steps, with the sentence "Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, I will never forget it." Hearing this, several ladies had tears in their eyes. Such a masterpiece quickly spread among the literati after the small banquet. Later, it even spread throughout the country. It was well known to all the literati in the world that the white cousin girl of Nangong Mansion was extremely talented in literature and was worthy of the flow of literature. With the blood of the Nangong clan!

Nangong Yue stared. Although she is not good at poetry, she also knows that the most important thing in poetry is artistic conception. In different periods and under different circumstances, poets or lyricists have different moods and experiences. Therefore, the poems they write have different words and artistic conception. There are always slight differences, so that the entire poem will have some extremely subtle differences.

The theme of the previous life was "longing", and the theme of this time is "dream".

At first glance, this song "Jiang Chengzi" does fit these two themes at the same time, but upon closer inspection you will realize that "dream" just happens to have something to do with Xia Que. The main theme should still be "missing" my deceased wife.

Thinking about it this way, it’s even more interesting.

Although it is not necessary to compose poems and lyrics from one's own standpoint, why does Bai Muxiao, a weak woman, miss her deceased wife from a man's perspective?

Not to mention that Bai Muxiao is just an unmarried boudoir girl!

If Bai Muxiao had an idea in the past life, what about this life? What inspired her in the Jinxinhui finals?

Nangong Yue was thoughtful and recited the song "Jiang Chengzi" silently in her heart.

The last two sentences, "On a bright moonlit night, short pine hills," can be said to be desolate, lonely, and soul-sucking, but Nangong Yue stared and found something strange.

According to this poem, the poet's wife was finally buried in a hill covered with dwarf pine trees, but in fact, according to Dayu's custom, the hills in the north were planted with cypress and the hills in the south were planted with pine trees. Nangong Yue only knew this after she lived at her grandfather's house in the south for several years in her previous life. How could Bai Muxiao, a person who had never left the royal capital since he was born, know this?

Doubts come one after another...

Nangong Yue couldn’t help but have an idea in her mind——

Could it be said that this song "Jiang Chengzi" was not written by Bai Muxiao?

In her previous life, Nangong Yue had also doubted why Bai Muxiao, a little girl, could compose heroic, graceful, or tragic poems with completely different but wonderful styles. But what Bai Muxiao did These poems were indeed something Nangong Yue had never heard of. Although she was not good at poetry, she was born in the Nangong family and had read many books. Since Bai Muxiao became famous in her previous life, countless well-educated people have spread and sung her poems. No one has ever accused Bai Muxiao of stealing someone else's poems...

Are you too worried?

Perhaps Bai Muxiao is gifted in poetry?

While Nangong Yue lowered her eyes and thought deeply, Guan Yubai in the Qionghua Pavilion was also watching the song "Jiang Chengzi", with his usual light smile appearing on his handsome face.

Xiao Yi is not interested in poetry at all, but looking at Guan Yubai's expression, he knows that Dayu will definitely win this round of competition. In other words, the Yusai match the day after tomorrow will be the final decisive battle between Dayu and Baiyue in the Jinxinhui!

Xiao Yi casually picked up a fresh fruit on the fruit plate and nibbled it carelessly, looking in the direction of Qingshui Pavilion.

The emperor beside the railing turned his head and asked Guan Yubai: "Marquis An Yi, what do you think of this game?"

Guan Yubai said with a smile: "Dayu will win."

The emperor raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but said with great interest: "Is it possible that Marquis An Yi already knows the owner of this poem?"

Guan Yubai's voice was leisurely and calm, "I will tell you nothing from the Emperor, I am 90% sure."

Yun Cheng suggested with a smile on the side: "Then An Yihou might as well take a guess and write his name on a piece of paper. When the leader is announced later, we can see if An Yihou's guess is correct. The emperor thinks How?"

A trace of interest flashed in the emperor's eyes. Guan Yubai has always said that he has no plans left, and he has said so. I am afraid that he is at least 80%, oh no, 90% sure, right? This made the emperor feel much better, and he nodded and agreed.

So Guan Yubai walked to a writing desk, quickly wrote down a word, then folded it, hid it in his sleeve and handed it to Yun Cheng.

Yun Cheng was not in a hurry to look at it, and just put it on the table aside.

Soon, the Jijiu Madam tallied up the voting results of all judges and Imperial College students and reported them to the emperor.

The emperor nodded, with a smile on his lips.

At this time, a little waiter stood by the railing and announced in a sharp voice that the leader of the poetry competition was Bai's daughter, and recited the poem "Ten Years of Life and Death".

At the same time, Yuncheng also showed the piece of paper in his hand to everyone. The word "白" was written clearly on the white paper of Guanyu Bai.

There was an uproar in the Qionghua Pavilion again. I don’t know whether I should admire Bai Muxiao’s skill in writing lyrics or Guanyu Bai’s ingenuity like Zhuge’s reincarnation.

The emperor was also overjoyed and felt lucky that the song "Ten Years of Life and Death" was composed by Bai's daughter.

Han Lingfu next to the emperor tried hard to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, feeling proud of his Xiaoer, his eyes shining like cold stars.

His Xiaoer is still as amazing and talented as ever, and he was able to compose such a shocking poem in such a short period of time.

When she was writing this poem, she must have been thinking about herself!

"Ten years of life and death..." Han Lingfu thought silently in his heart.

The ancients said: Not seeing each other for one day is like three autumns!

Xiaoer must have felt something in his heart before he could express his feelings and write the wonderful sentence "Ten years of life and death are boundless".

Yes, Xiaoer is jealous of Zhang Yi just because she cares about him.

It’s because Xiaoer has him in her heart that she works so hard to improve her status and stand side by side with him!

Xiaoer did not disappoint him, she shined at the Jinxin Meeting and regained face for Dayu!

This time, the father will definitely change his view of Xiaoer completely, and he will not let Xiaoer be wronged and marry him as a concubine.

Han Lingfu's burning eyes couldn't help but look towards the pavilion outside the stadium.

At this moment, the eight participating girls were in the pavilion. They had just learned the results of the competition, and couldn't help but look at Bai Muxiao and the saint.

In four Jinxinhui games, Zhuoyi lost for the first time!

They thought she would be annoyed and unwilling to give up when she put on her clothes, but they didn't expect that she still smiled lightly, stood up calmly, and walked towards Bai Muxiao.

"Miss Bai is extraordinary in talent and learning, and she is ashamed of herself in dressing up."

The clothes were arranged neatly and gracefully, and the corners of the mouth under the veil were slightly raised. He thought of the noble and elegant Third Prince, and thought to himself: Such an outstanding man, his confidante, and the one he admired in his heart. Naturally, a woman is not an ordinary ordinary woman!

Before the competition, she had already found out about Bai Muxiao's talent in poetry and lyrics. He had written one laudable masterpiece after another. She knew that in this competition, Bai Muxiao would be the best at composing poems and lyrics. It must be her biggest opponent in winning the championship.

The results are as expected!

Zhang Yi looked at Bai Muxiao with a pair of clear blue eyes, as if to say, even if she lost today, it does not mean that she is a loser! Tomorrow is her real battlefield!

Yes, tomorrow's "Royal" match is the one she is bound to win!

This scene is just an abandonment...

Bai Muxiao glanced at Chen Yi indifferently, half-smiling but not smiling, as if to say, how can a defeated general speak bravely?

Bai Muxiao said goodbye to the clothes laid out, leaving only a thin and aloof figure behind.

Today's Jinxinhui is over. Unlike the day before, the emperor is in a good mood, so Xiao Yi no longer has to accompany the Holy Master and happily returns to the palace with Nangong Yue.

When she returned home, she should have been relieved and relaxed, but when Nangong Yue saw An Niang waiting there with her medicinal meal, she suddenly felt bad.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Xiao Yi looking at her with a smile on her face, with an expression of "Hurry up and drink".

This guy, since he came to Kuishui, he has become the most loyal fan of An Niang. One An Niang said it, and the other An Niang ordered it.

Nangong Yue sighed helplessly and said coquettishly to An Niang: "An Niang, look, I have gained a lot of weight. If I continue to drink this medicinal diet, I will no longer be able to wear the summer shirt I just made."

Before An Niang could say anything, Xiao Yi had already said boldly: "That's not easy, I have to redo all the summer shirts!"

Nangong Yue looked at the cup of medicated food with a bitter look on her face, and was about to put on a death struggle, when Xiao Yi said pitifully: "Smelly girl, if you let me take the medicated food, I will not say anything!"

Xiao Yi's original intention was just to express his loyalty, but the speaker had no intention, and the listener had intention. When Nangong Yue heard it, he had a different feeling in his ears.

Yes, Xiao Yi lost his mother when he was young. Even when his grandfather was alive, he probably wouldn't care about the small details of his life.

Nangong Yue sat down at the table with her eyes lowered. After drinking the medicinal meal in one go, she suddenly said: "Ayi, how about I come to cook for lunch today?"

Xiao Yi's eyes suddenly lit up and he said happily: "Okay! Of course!"

In fact, lunch has been prepared for the master in the kitchen, but since the master is rarely interested, no one will mention it without the sense of humor.

The more Xiao Yi thought about it, the happier he became, and he excitedly started to order: "Baby girl, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed pork with lotus leaf powder, braised trotters..."

This guy... The corner of Nangong Yue's mouth twitched. He really knew how to climb up the pole.

Looking at his high-spirited look, Nangong Yue's eyes were also filled with smiles.

Actually, this feeling is really good!

Seeing this, Baihui cleverly asked the little maid to inform the small kitchen to make some preparations. Since Xiao Yi ordered these dishes, regardless of whether Nangong Yue cooks or not, the ingredients must be prepared quickly.

Nangong Yue changed into the casual clothes she wore in the house and was about to go to the kitchen. Xiao Yi followed behind her and said diligently: "Smelly girl, can I go and give you a hand?"

To start?

Nangong Yue remembered that when she was newly married, Xiao Yi also said that he would do something to her, which ended up making the whole kitchen miserable.

Xiao Yi said enthusiastically: "I will help you wash and cut the vegetables."

"Okay!" Nangong Yue agreed with a smile. Lily behind the two of them curled her lips silently. Washing and chopping vegetables are naturally done by the mother-in-law in the small kitchen. How can it be your turn? Take action.

The two of them quickly arrived at the small kitchen. Mrs. Song, who had received the news, was already waiting for them at the door of the small kitchen. She looked so nervous that she didn't even know where to put her hands and feet.

Knowing that the master was coming, the small kitchen showed its strong fighting power. In this short period of time, it washed and cut all the required materials.

So Xiao Yi, the vegetable washer and cutter, was no longer useful, so he had to temporarily change his job as a vegetable delivery worker. However, he couldn't even tell the difference between onions and garlic, so he was simply useless in the kitchen. He was a burden, but he didn't know it, and he followed Nangong Yue to steal food. Seeing that this time he was going to show off his skills like he did that day, Nangong Yue quickly chased him out of the small kitchen coquettishly. .

Mr. Song hurriedly brought a handful of tuna over for the prince to sit on.

Under Xiao Yi's burning eyes, Nangong Yue finally cooked four dishes... It took most of an hour before the two of them finally had a meal. It was already past noon. Nangong Yue didn't feel hungry after taking the medicinal diet, but Xiao Yi was already hungry. He ate three bowls of rice and even cleaned up all the dishes cooked by Nangong Yue.

Nangong Yue kept looking at him with a smile, feeling as if something in her heart was about to overflow...

After the two had lunch, Nangong Yue couldn't wait to take a shower and change clothes to wash away the smell of oil smoke on her body.

Xiao Yi carefully helped Nangong Yue wring out her hair, and then urged eagerly: "It's almost time. Smelly girl, you should take a nap as soon as possible."

Sitting in front of the dressing table, Nangong Yue was speechless. She wanted to say that her sunflower water was over, that she was not a patient...but in the end, all the words turned into a smile on her face.

Just take a nap to rest your mind.

She lay down on the couch obediently, but she was not sleepy... So she couldn't help but turn over for the first time, and then for the second time... When she turned over for the fifth time, she found a handsome face. He leaned close to the couch and suddenly zoomed in before her eyes, so close that she could almost see the long eyelashes clearly, so close that they seemed to be able to feel each other's breath...

No matter how handsome and pleasing Xiao Yi's appearance was, he was only frightened at this time, and Nangong Yue shrank back subconsciously.

"Stinky girl, are you worried?" Xiao Yi moved closer reluctantly. After coming out of the Imperial College, he felt vaguely that Nangong Yue was a little absent-minded.

Nangong Yue hesitated for a moment. Although what happened to Bai Muxiao had little to do with her, she just had doubts in her heart that could not be answered, and she couldn't help but linger in her mind.

If Xiao Yi hadn't asked, she wouldn't have planned to talk about Bai Muxiao, but now that he asked, Nangong Yue told Xiao Yi her suspicions.

Xiao Yi raised his brows, then smiled and said, "Stinky girl, what you said is somewhat similar to Xiaobai."

"Young Master?" Nangong Yue suddenly became energetic and asked curiously, "What did the Young Master say?"

"Xiaobai said that poetry is like the person it is. A person's temperament and experience will affect their choice of words and sentences. When different people write poems, they often inadvertently bring their own unique styles. However, he sees There are several poems written by Bai's daughter, and their descriptive styles are really different. If these poems were written by the same person, then..." Xiao Yi recalled what Guanyu Bai said at that time, and couldn't help saying interestingly, "Then This person must have suffered a series of fatal blows, causing his character to undergo drastic changes again and again!"

"If Mr. Guan also said so..." Nangong Yue couldn't help but murmured, "Could it be that these poems were really not written by my cousin Bai?"

This seems to make some sense. The Bai family has long been in decline. Bai Muxiao also attended a formal boudoir school during those days in the Nangong family. Most of the time he was taught by his mother Nangong Yunlai. . Can such Bai Muxiao really make such a shocking work?

"Since Xiaobai said so, it shouldn't be wrong." Xiao Yi didn't care about Bai's daughter, but he didn't want her stinky girl to bother herself so much, "stinky girl, why don't I send someone to check it out."

"That's fine." Nangong Yue nodded in agreement. Although this matter was insignificant, she still felt a little uneasy until she understood it. She yawned and said as she began to feel sleepy, "...it will be the day after tomorrow." Yu'sai, I have to go and encourage Liu Niang when the time comes!"

Fu Yunyan's Jinxintie was "Yu", so she naturally entered the finals, which means that she will face Chen Yi in the future.

"Liu Niang's riding and archery was taught by Yong Yang's grandmother. She is by no means inferior to men on the battlefield. She will definitely not lose in this battle." Xiao Yi was so confident that Nangong Yue felt relieved. Then, she saw He suddenly smiled and blinked, "How about... I sleep with you?"

Sleep together?

A faint blush suddenly appeared on Nangong Yue's face, extending from her cheeks to her snow-white neck. Her skin was fair and flawless, and the blush was particularly eye-catching, as delicate and gorgeous as a hibiscus.

She stared at him and said decisively: "I don't want it!"

Xiao Yi didn't hear what she said at all. He was almost stunned and kissed Nangong Yue's petal-like lips without thinking...

Then he quickly stepped back, turned his face to the other side, and said nonchalantly: "Then go to sleep."

Nangong Yue stared at his red ears, smiled sweetly, then turned over and fell into a deep sleep soon...

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