"'Ask the sky with wine', did you really do it?"

"no."

Fang Yiai's answer was very casual, exuding a free and unrestrained personality.

However, his words caused a thousand waves, and the scholar present suddenly became uneasy and suddenly became uproar, as if in a bustling city.

"Fang Erlang's poems were not written by himself!"

"Isn't that just copying poems? He doesn't look like this..."

"He admitted it in person, but it was easy to say."

...

Gao Yang, who was sitting next to Susan, sprinkled some of the grapes in his hand, "Susan just asked this question. They are husband and wife. Do you know any secret?"

Gao Yang looked at Susan with complicated eyes, and then froze on Fang Yiai. Her heart was in a mess at this moment...

Weng He almost suffered internal injuries, and took back his words to his mouth, using a smile to cover up his inner embarrassment. "I said, you are young and cannot have this power of reading."

"Your talent is rare among the younger generation, and the court has also risen step by step. Why do you want to destroy your future and do this stealing move?"

He Weng expressed his heartache and seemed to be devoting love for the house and losing the big one because of the small one.

It is impossible for the court to be full of gentlemen, but if people with stains on their life, their future will definitely be affected. This is under the rule of Li Shimin and later dynasties, and they cannot even participate in the imperial examination.

"The old man must have misunderstood. All the poems I have written are not written by myself." Fang Yiai bowed his hands casually and said very calmly.

Suddenly, he gave up so completely that He Weng was suspicious and always felt like he was jumping into a pit.

Before he could thank him, Cui Shen sneered: "Haha, Fang Yiai, you finally admit that you are just a person who deceives the world and steals the reputation!"

Fang Yi loves to smile but doesn't say anything. He Weng knows what he is waiting for, so he naturally won't set up a ladder for him.

But with so many people present, of course some people were willing to do so because they were so curious about it! Before He Weng finished thinking, someone asked.

Li Ke asked: "The poems of Fang Er are not written by you, so where did they come from?"

"In a dream."

Fang Yiai spit out two words, and seeing that everyone was puzzled, he explained: "I will not hide it from you, all the poems in this section are seen from dreams."

"Which song song in the water tune was written by a Mr. Su in his dream."

Fang Yiai's statement was so mysterious that everyone was stunned when they heard it. I wonder if this statement was true or false?

Du He didn't care about those things, just wanted Fang Yiai to ruin his reputation. "Fang Yiai has become a fact of copying poems, and there is no point in making excuses. Don't pretend to be a ghost or make a fool of yourself..."

"Why... do you know what dream I have?"

At this time, Cui Shen also woke up and said sarcastically: "Writing poems in a dream? A joke! You are not as good as you do. You are clearly in front of the Lord and dare not make any fraud anymore. Don't make any arguments, you are copying Mr. He Weng's poem!"

"It's really ridiculous. I have never met this old man, so where do I copy his poems? Could it be... the old man can fall into a dream?" Fang Yiai sneered and said.

"Hahaha……"

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into laughter on the spot!

He Weng frowned on the side, and the wrinkled face was a little deeper. He finally found something wrong. Before he knew it, Fang Yiai had mastered the rhythm and was a little led by the nose.

But, at this time, he had to speak, "I am also quite curious. Where did you hear this poem? I have never circulated it."

After saying that, he seemed to pick a paragraph at will and recite it, "Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, shining in sleeplessness... I hope that people will last forever and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away."

Weng He suddenly spoke, and the wind at the scene changed, and the scholars were in a panic.

As the status of the old man, there are still many believers in this opening, and few people will question this!

"This poem was actually written by Mr. He Weng!"

Everyone was shocked, "Yes, Fang Erlang did not have enough experience after all, so there were many doubts before. If this was to the old man, everything would be reasonable."

"He has a good sense of music theory and talent, so he won't be able to write it out."

"How could it be! Don't you think it's suspicious? Fang Erlang is not able to write poetry. He has more than ten poems, including many excellent works. How could he ruin his reputation and copy poetry?"

Of course, there are also a few people who are still rational and talking about Fang Yiai.

"How do I know this!"

As soon as this was said, someone immediately retorted, "You count carefully. Which other poem can't be compared to this one, or there are several masterpieces that have passed down from generation to generation. How can you compare to the poems that have been famous throughout the ages?"

"The more proud a person is, the more he wants to be recognized by the world."

"Fang Erlang is not a famous person!"

"How could Mr. He Weng lie? It must be because Fang Yiai heard it from where he was and putting gold on his face."

A few faint sounds were quickly drowned in the tide of sound, and the number of people was too small. Then, Cui Shen made another blow and gave them a fatal blow...

"I am afraid that you will not believe it. Today I bring you the calligraphy of Mr. He Weng the previous year, and this poem is written by this poem."

Fang Yiai didn't go up to see it. Since they dared to take it out, they would definitely make perfect preparations. He was not a treasure appraiser, and he couldn't see it even after he went there.

"Ph! Those who deceive the world and steal reputation!"

Now, He Weng won the trust of everyone, and someone immediately showed malice to him, but he was afraid of his previous reputation, so he got some advantage in words.

"Mr...."

Fang Yiai became the focus of the spotlight again. The scholars all looked bad. Susan leaned over quietly, pulled Fang Yiai's arm, and screamed softly.

Fang Yiai patted Susan's hand, waved her sleeves, as if she had thrown out garbage, and she didn't care at all.

"It's okay, since he wants it, just give it to him. It's just a poem, but it's not worth much money. 'I was born to be useful, and my wealth will come again after it', why should I care about that little thing?"

"Come on, 'It's fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."

Good! What a heroic spirit!

But, it's all broken sentences, it's not beautiful

A poem can already hear the grandeur.

Spread wealth at will

Planning for the Mid-Autumn Night has ruined Fang's reputation.

Opening your mouth is a famous saying
Chapter completed!