"What did you say..." Wu Zetian frowned slightly. When he heard someone stealing Lu Zhaolin's poems, he was also very angry. Then he listened to Wu Zetian saying: "Who did such a shameless thing?"

"The Emperor's Grandson Ang Lee...!"

Wu Zetian never dreamed that Tuo Zhongheng actually pointed at Ang Lee sitting beside Li Dan with his hand.

"You're talking nonsense..."

What no one expected was that the first person who was upset by Ang Lee was Wan Guojun. Wan Guojun stood up and said, "Qu Zhongheng... You said that Your Highness An stole your teacher's poems, but there is evidence. If you have no evidence and spread rumors about the emperor's grandson for no reason, then the censor will ask your Magistrate and his party."

"Hmph...!" With a cold snorkeling, Kuo Zhongheng glanced at Wan Guojun and said, "You are just birds of a feather. Plum snow is competing for spring and is unwilling to surrender. The pen cost of the Saint Pavilion is three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum.

This poem "Snow Plum" is a poem written by my teacher in the last period of his life. My teacher wants to tell the world before leaving that everything is divided into two, with strengths and weaknesses, and it also tells us that things are interconnected and influenced by each other, so we should look at things from a comprehensive and interconnected perspective.

Don’t worry about the surface. This is the last word my teacher left to this world, but it was stolen by the emperor Ang Lee to become his own way of promotion. It is really shameful. Please let Your Majesty decide for my teacher.”

After saying that, Kuo Zhongheng bowed to Wu Zetian, which made Wu Zetian a little panicked. At this time, the students in the venue also started to whisper together.

"My God, it turns out that "Snow Plum" is a work by Lu. No wonder it is for someone to save himself...!"

"Oh, this emperor's grandson, Ang Lee, is really not authentic, he is simply a literary thief."

"Yes... It's really shameful that even everyone Lu's poems are stealing."

"It turns out that Ang Lee is a Wen thief. We must defeat Wen thief...!"

.............

These whispering voices made Wu Zetian feel the pressure. At this time, Wu Zetian looked at Ang Lee and said, "Ang Lee...what do you have any explanation..."

With a smile, Ang Lee got up, and Li Dan and Li Chengqi looked at Ang Lee worriedly, while Li Longji showed a faint look of watching the show.

"Mr. Tuo..." Ang Lee smiled and said, "You said that Your Highness stole the poems from your teacher. Do you have any evidence... You can't just say it out loud... If that's the case, someone will write another good poem next time.

You stood up again and said it was your teacher's poem, is it or is it...?"

Ang Lee's words made Tuo Zhongheng smile and said, "I know you will make a quibble. What's hateful is that the teacher did not leave Mobao. I think this is also the reason why you can steal and use it unscrupulously.

But I have another proof, that is your grandson, Ang Lee.

Ang Lee originally lived in Zhangjia Village, Qinling Mountains. You have never been to school since childhood. At most, you can only recognize a few words. With your literary talent, why do you say that you can write poems like "Snow Plum".

If you don’t believe it, you can let this emperor An Ang Lee recite the Four Books and Five Classics. As long as he can recite one, I, Kuo Zhongheng, kneel down to him and admit my mistake."

Tuo Zhongheng's words made Ang Lee frown slightly, because from the above words of Tuo Zhongheng, Ang Lee could analyze that Tuo Zhongheng must have come to find fault on purpose, and he has investigated everything about him clearly.

If nothing unexpected happens, there must be someone behind Kuo Zhongheng, but Ang Lee doesn't know who the person supporting him is.

"Speak...Is there nothing to say, you literary thief?" Kuo Zhongheng took advantage of the victory to pursue.

At this moment, Shangguan Wan'er suddenly said, "It is not necessary to write poetry to be talented, but it does not require memorization. I remember Luo Binwang's seven-year-old "Ode to the Goose"... This poem begins with a striking sound, "Geese! Goose! Goose!", and writes the beauty of the sound of the goose, and through the comparison of "Crossing neck" and "toward the sky", "white hair" and "green water", "red palm" and "clear waves", and the words "song", "floating", "pitch" and other words also describe the dynamic beauty of the goose, hearing and vision, static and dynamic, sound and color, which brings the shape and spirit of the goose into life.

At that time, according to the slave's thought... he could not recite any of the Four Books and Five Classics at the age of seven.

Therefore, the amount of reading can only increase the rhetoric of poetry, but it cannot be stated with certainty. If you can’t memorize, you will definitely not be able to write poetry."

A talented woman is still a talented woman. Her reaction speed and discourse arguments are much faster than Ang Lee. To be honest, when Ang Lee was still racking her brains at this time, Shangguan Wan'er had already thought of the words of counterattack. She really couldn't admire her.

As soon as these words were said, Kuo Zhongheng was slightly choked, and then he saw Kuo Zhongheng start to look at Wu Yanji and Wu Yanxiu with his eyes, and he was looking for help.

Wu Yanji did not move anything, but Wu Yanxiu was a little excited. Then he saw Wu Yanxiu standing up and saying, "Sheren Shangguan, you look down on Ang Lee too much. He is worthy of being compared with Luo Binwang. Moreover, when Luo Binwang was seven years old, he didn't just write a poem.

If Ang Lee wants to prove himself, he can... as long as he writes another poem like "Snow Plum", he can prove his innocence. Of course, if he can't write it out, then the real thing will be debated."

This is sophistry. You should know that a good poem was hard to come by at that time. Many people can write one in their lives. Wu Yanxiu now asked Ang Lee to immediately write a poem like "Snow Plum". The difficulty is almost impossible.

"Your Second Master Wu, you are a bit difficult. The seven-year-old Luo Binwang has indeed written a lot of poems, but which one is better than his geese? You now say that His Highness Ang Lee writes a poem like "Snow Plum".

Have you passed some?"

Di Renjie finally couldn't help but stand up.

Wu Yanxiu saw that it was Di Renjie, so she didn't dare to argue head-on, but she just showed a contemptuous expression and said, "I don't have to force anyone. If Ang Lee wants to prove himself, that's all. Otherwise, he can't wash away the name of a thief."

"That's right...If you don't write a thief, just write it."

"I don't think he dares."

"If it's true, you're not afraid of writing."

"If you have the ability to write."

"cut...!"

The audience mocked Ang Lee.

At this moment, Ang Lee smiled and stood up and walked out and said, "I thought it was such a big deal. It turned out that I wanted to prove it so simple. Just write a poem like "Snow Plum".

I'll say it earlier... Stop talking about one song, there's no problem with the ten songs and eight songs.

I didn't actually want to write poetry when I came here today. I just came here with my grandmother to play and see the talented men of the Great Zhou Dynasty. But you all asked me so that I would just write a few poems for you to see. However, I was just worried that my Ang Lee's pearls and jade were in front of you, and my grandmother wouldn't like your poems anymore. If the brocade robe was given to me, you would come in vain."

"Arrogant..."

"Arrogant..."

Soon, the audience started to talk again, but this time the discussion was more of a criticism of Ang Lee's attitude. Not only the students off the court, but even Ang Lee's relatives, Wu Zetian, Li Dan, Di Renjie, Li Chengqi and others, also felt that Ang Lee's words were too arrogant.
Chapter completed!