The Favoured Medical Princess: 472 Misconduct

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Not only Ye Yinming, but also all the students in the pavilion were excited about this good news from Shanzhang. One student couldn't help blurting out: "Shanzhang, are you serious about this?" There was something in his tone. I am eager to try.

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Chang Yu stroked his beard with a smile. He did not show any displeasure at the student's question and said jokingly: "Chang Shan, when have I ever made a mistake?"

The student touched his nose sheepishly, and the other students burst into laughter, making the atmosphere much more relaxed.

Chang Yu said again: "Then today's poetry meeting will begin. Now Mr. Wang will come up with a topic for you."

As he spoke, Yu Shanchang extended his hand to a gentle middle-aged man with a short beard beside him to make a petition: "Mr. Wang, please."

Mr. Wang first nodded to Chief Yu Shan, then took out a piece of folded tissue paper from his sleeve, slowly opened it in front of everyone's impatient eyes, and said loudly: "Nan Liang is coming fiercely. , Although students of my generation cannot go into battle to kill the enemy, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. Today’s topic is-" At this point, he turned the unfolded silk paper to everyone, "War!"

For a moment, Ye Yinming's high heart calmed down, and the fists in his sleeves stretched out.

Concubine Wei did not lie to her sister, the title of this poetry meeting is really this!

Ye Yinming's eyes were half-closed, and there was a flash of determination in his eyes. He must win!

"One stick of incense for a limited time! Start!"

After Mr. Wang started, a boy lit the incense.

The students in the field also began to study ink one after another. The faint fragrance of ink floated in the Zhuoxiu Pavilion with the breeze, and even the people watching around could not help but become quiet. People were quiet, and their hearts were quiet...

Soon, some students took up the langhao pen and started writing one after another, including Xuan Ming.

Ye Yinming never moved, and he didn't know why he was hesitating.

Ye Yinming couldn't help but glance at Xuan Ming, and the last hesitation in his heart disappeared when he looked at the other party's decisive and calm eyes.

He took a deep breath, wrote calmly, dipped in ink, then put pen to paper, finishing a poem in one go...

After putting away his pen, Ye Yinming looked around and saw that some of the students were writing, some were hesitating with their pen tips hanging in the air, and some were still sitting there touching their chins and thinking hard. There were only two or three students. The students put away their pens one after another and put the wolf hair on the pen rest.

At this time, the incense stick was only one-third burned, with green smoke curling up and a gentle breeze blowing.

Ye Yinming sat calmly behind the desk, dried the ink, and then stared at the incense stick burning it away bit by bit...

When the time came, a group of young men in Tsing Yi immediately collected the poems. Three young men copied several copies first, and after concealing the inscriptions on the poems, they handed them over to the mountain chief and While the guests appreciate it, the original work is temporarily put aside.

In other words, if others have objections to the leader elected by Yu Shanchang and others, they can still raise them in public.

Once a year, there was a guest who started a verbal quarrel with the others, which left several gentlemen in the academy speechless. Later, they simply tied the two leaders. It was also a beautiful talk at the exhibition.

Nangong Yue, who had just arrived, did not know about these anecdotes, but she heard a lot as the female relatives around her chatted with them.

At this time, the woman who had led them before walked up to the corridor on the second floor with a stack of poems, and went straight to Nangong Yue and Xiao Fei. She blessed her body and said, "Prince Concubine, Miss Xiao, My servant has taken a copy of the poems written by the students. Would you like to review them?"

Xiao Fei said with great interest: "Show me and my sister-in-law."

So, the woman divided the pile of poems into two parts and presented them to Baihui and Taoyao respectively, and then the two maids handed them to their masters.

The other people on the second floor were passing another stack around.

Xiao Fei flipped through the pages with great interest, muttering words to herself from time to time. When she saw the masterpiece, she started chanting, her eyes sparkling.

Nangong Yue also slowly flipped through the poems, one after another. The students who will attend the poetry meeting today are all outstanding students from southern Xinjiang. These poems are generally good, but they are temporary. Because of the proposition, it is difficult to have a masterpiece that stands out from the crowd...

Suddenly Xiao Fei touched her palms and whispered: "Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Following that, she recited in a low voice: "Dark clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the light of armor opened towards the golden scales of the sun. The sound of horns filled the autumn sky, and the swallow's fat condensed into purple at night. Half a roll of red flag came to Yi. Water, the frost is heavy and the drums are cold but the sound cannot be heard. Repay your favor on the golden stage, support the jade dragon and die for you. ...Sister-in-law, look at this poem, it is so wonderful!" Xiao Fei said and handed over the poem in her hand. Gave it to Nangong Yue.

When Xiao Fei was humming, Nangong Yue was a little stunned. At this time, she took the poem and read it again, and she couldn't help but frown.

It is undeniable that this is truly an eternal masterpiece! But... Nangong Yue always felt that it sounded familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

Nangong Yue silently read word by word. Just after reading two sentences, her pupils shrank, and she suddenly thought of something, and she almost stood up without losing her composure.

She did!

This poem should be written by Bai Muxiao!

No, in other words, this was written by Bai Muxiao in his previous life a few years later, when the battle between Dayu and Beidi was about to break. It was once praised by literati.

The question is, why does this poem appear here? !

Bai Muxiao's poems have been proven to be plagiarism.

Could it be that the poems she plagiarized were actually ghostwritten by one of the students here?

No, it shouldn't be possible. Guan Yubai also said that the styles of Bai Muxiao's poems are different and they are definitely not written by the same person!

What's more, although I don't know where Bai Muxiao's poems came from, most of them were improvised based on the topic, so it is difficult to find someone to write them in advance.

Furthermore, this poem should have appeared a few years later. The difference in experience and knowledge of the writer will affect the choice of words and sentences, and the words and lines cannot be exactly the same.

Nangong Yue read the poem carefully again, her eyes falling on a few words.

Autumn colors, easy water, red flags...

According to Mr. Wang's opening remarks, the title "War" this time should be based on the current battle with Nanliang. Although students are not forced to write about this war, the poem is She acted out of feeling that the Battle of Nanliang was imminent, so several poems she saw were based on this battle.

Only this one.

Autumn colors, it’s summer now.

Yishui is not a place name in southern Xinjiang.

The red flag, Xiao Yi’s flag is black with silver characters...

Are people who write just doing what they like?

Nangong Yue was just thinking about reciting when she heard Xiao Fei say enthusiastically: "Sister-in-law, this poem must be the leader of today! I don't know which talented person wrote it!"

Nangong Yue stared silently, Xiao Fei said it right. This poem has the aura of being the best at first glance, and it is nine out of ten that it will be the leader today.

If this poem is really plagiarized, wouldn't it be really unfair to let that shameless person go to the royal capital and the Imperial Academy instead of a truly talented person!

Nangong Yue lowered her eyes slightly, whether this poem is a work of true talent and learning, there is no use in guessing, you will know after giving it a try!

Thinking of this, Nangong Yue called Baihui and gave her instructions.

Baihui accepted the order and hurried downstairs, came to Chief Yu Shan's side and passed the message.

Yu Shanchang looked surprised, nodded slightly, and said a few words to the young man in green clothes beside him.

The boy in Tsing Yi quickly went to read the original works of those poems, checked them one by one, and then went over to reply. Later, the students in Yu Shanchang's hall looked at him and said loudly: "I wonder if Mr. Ye Yiming is here?"

Ye Yinming hurriedly stood up, feeling a little uneasy. Of course he still remembered Baihui and knew that she was Nangong Yue's maid, but Baihui probably didn't know that the poem was written by her before she came down... Could it be that Miss Xiao read her poem and admired it greatly, so the prince The concubine ordered Baihui to come down and ask?

The more Ye Yinming thought about it, the more excited he became, his heart beating like thunder, he leaned over and bowed: "The students are here!"

For a time, all the eyes in the Xiu Xiu Pavilion were focused on Ye Yinming. Many people were vaguely guessing whether today's leader's title would fall on Ye Yinming?

Yu Shanchang said again: "Master Ye, regarding your poems, the Imperial Concubine has a few words to ask you."

The Crown Princess? Not Miss Xiao? Ye Yinming was disappointed at first, but then he said to himself that Miss Xiao had not left the cabinet yet, and even if she had something to say to herself, it would be inconvenient, so the imperial concubine would come forward.

Ye Yinming maintained his bowing posture and continued: "Students listen respectfully to the teachings of the Crown Princess."

Nangong Yue on the second floor looked at Ye Yinming below with a complicated expression and some emotion. She didn't expect it to be him! Ye Yinming was able to win the first prize in his previous life, so he should be talented and learned. I hope he will not do anything to ruin his future.

Nangong Yue handed the poem in her hand to Que'er, and she recited, "Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the light of armor opens towards the golden scales of the sun..."

The whole place was in a commotion, whispering to each other, and everyone showed admiration:

"It turns out that this poem was written by Mr. Ye. It's so wonderful that it's something that's rare to hear in the world!"

“Isn’t it another good story that the exhibition can produce such a masterpiece?!”

"Yes, yes. This Mr. Ye is really talented!"

"..."

The praises that surrounded him made Ye Yinming's heart soar and he straightened his back unconsciously. As he expected, today's leader must be him!

After Queer finished reading the poem, Nangong Yue spoke up and asked: "Master Ye, is this poem famous?"

Ye Yinming pondered for a moment and then said: "The student has not named this poem yet, so let's name it "Walking in the Army" first."

After a period of silence, Nangong Yue said again: "Master Ye, could you please explain this poem?"

Interpretation? ! Ye Yinming blinked. This poem is not a difficult one, but it still needs his explanation? ! Isn't the Crown Princess the legitimate daughter of the Nangong family? It seems that this dignified Nangong family is just a false name!

Others in the pavilion also looked at each other and whispered to each other, feeling that this request was a bit strange.

Under the eyes of everyone with different expressions, Ye Yinming organized his thoughts, then puffed out his chest and explained loudly: "The enemy soldiers are rolling in like black clouds, trying to destroy the city wall; our army Since the harsh treatment, the sun shines on the armor, and a golden light shines. In the autumn, the loud bugles shake the sky and the earth; in the dark night, the blood of countless soldiers condenses into dark purple. The red military flag is half-rolled, and reinforcements rush to..."

As Ye Yinming read it, he realized something was wrong, but the poem had been submitted, and at this time he had no way out.

He could only continue as if nothing had happened: "The reinforcements rushed to Yishui; the night was cold and frosty, and the sound of the drums was dull and low. All the soldiers only wanted to repay the king's kindness, holding swords in hand and looking forward to death!"

He spoke impassionedly, and most of these young men of letters were passionate. Every one of them was so excited that they seemed eager to rush to the battlefield to kill the enemy and defend the territory for Dayu.

Others didn't notice Ye Yinming's subtle pauses and changes just now, but Nangong Yue, who had been paying attention, noticed it, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, she was 60-70% sure that this poem was not written by Ye Yinming at all!

She immediately decided to keep trying!

"It is indeed a rare and good poem..." Nangong Yue said slowly. Ye Yinming felt relieved and felt that he had escaped. But in the next sentence, he heard the other party ask: "Master Ye , Dare I ask what ‘Yishui’ means?”

Ye Yinming thumped, he really did whatever he was afraid of. But did the Crown Princess just ask casually, or did she notice something.

Ye Yinming hesitated and reluctantly replied: "Yishui is the name of a place."

Nangong Yue responded lightly, "I also read "Dayu Jiuzhou Chronicle" when I was in my boudoir. 'Yi Shui' sounds a bit unfamiliar to me. I dare to ask Mr. Ye where this 'Yi Shui' is. Prefecture?" She didn't dare to say that she was familiar with the place names of Dayu Prefectures, but just now Ye Yinming had a slight pause on the word "Yishui", and she naturally grasped this.

The other party seemed to be asking for advice, but Ye Yinming was already panicking and his heartbeat was beating fast. For a moment, he doubted whether the imperial concubine knew about it, and for a moment he told himself that it was impossible. This poem was just for a commoner. What a woman did was something she got by chance, how could the Crown Princess know about it!

In just a blink of an eye, Ye Yinming's thoughts were already changing. His first instinct was to answer Yanzhou, but then he thought that Yanzhou was only a few dozen miles away from the capital. What if the Crown Princess had been to Yanzhou? I also want to say Bingzhou, but Bingzhou was invaded by Xiye a few years ago and became the focus of everyone's attention...

After much hesitation, Ye Yinming finally answered with difficulty: "Xuzhou."

The surroundings were quiet again, and Nangong Yue slowly recited: "The sound of horns fills the autumn sky, and the stuffed bird's fat is purple at night. Mr. Ye, the stuffed bunker is the border land, I don't know what the sun is like The state is considered blocked..."

Oops! Ye Yinming secretly thought something was wrong, and for a moment, his face turned as pale as paper. Something bad happened now, he was still careless!

At this time, after Nangong Yue's reminder, many students also had a subtle feeling. What the Crown Princess said was true. Xuzhou is inland, how can it be called a fortress? Not to mention anything else, this omission alone makes this poem suddenly flawed. More importantly, the Crown Princess clings to "Yi Shui". Could it be that there is some hidden meaning behind this poem?

Nangong Yue’s voice was slightly cold as she continued to ask: "Master Ye, is there really a place called Yishui in Xuzhou?"

Ye Yinming's body almost trembled slightly, and he didn't know how to answer. The Crown Princess really found out! how so? !

Ye Yinming couldn't help but think of what happened back then. Two years ago, when he was still in the capital, he sold calligraphy and paintings to supplement his family income. One day, a girl in white happened to pass by his stall and took a fancy to a painting of a horse march. She became inspired by poetry and read out the poem "Marching in the Army". Later, the girl specifically asked him to inscribe this poem to Then he bought the calligraphy and painting for ten taels of silver.

The song "Marching in the Army" was really amazing. At that time, Ye Yinming couldn't help but ask the other party who wrote this poem. The girl said calmly that she saw Ye Yinming's painting and was deeply touched. That's why I wrote this poem.

The girl left lightly, but this masterpiece was like an invisible carving knife, leaving a deep mark in Ye Yiming's heart... Until this time, his sister Ye Yili told him about the poetry meeting. When the title was "War", this poem naturally appeared in Ye Yinming's mind. Ye Yinming is convinced that if he uses this poem, he will definitely become the leader!

But even so, he never thought of using it at first.

Since he got the title, he has also worked hard to write several poems, but with "Army March" on his side, every time he compares it, he feels that the poems he has written are simply not worth mentioning.

Until today...

But——

How did the Crown Princess realize that something was wrong? !

Just for a "Yishui"?

Nangong Yue raised her voice and suddenly said sharply: "Master Ye, why don't you speak! Do you think you can't find people from Xuzhou in our southern Xinjiang?"

Ye Yinming couldn't help but take a few steps back and bumped into a chair.

Hearing this, everything is clear.

These students all understand that there is probably no place like Yishui in Xuzhou, and everything is just nonsense made by Ye Yinming.

It would be fine if it was just a fabrication, but the Crown Princess pretended to conceal it when asked about it. Why is this?

A student hesitated for a moment and finally couldn't help but said: "Could this poem by Ye Yinming be written by someone else?"

At this time, many people had similar doubts. As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ye Yinming.

Ye Yinming is still young after all. Except for his poverty, his life has been smooth. He has never experienced such a battle. He suddenly felt panicked. He wanted to say that he did not plagiarize, but his mouth moved again and again. But no sound could be made.

As a result, the eyes around them gradually changed from appraising to suspicious...

Finally, someone sneered and said, "Oh, it turns out it was plagiarized!"

These words completely broke Ye Yinming's guard. He felt his feet soften and he fell back.

Now, even those who originally had some doubts are convinced. If Ye Yinming was not guilty, how could he be like this?

Whether someone is cheating or plagiarizing other people's works, this is a taboo for literati!

For a moment, the entire hall was in commotion like a drop of water falling into a hot oil pan, and everyone was talking:

"Sure enough!"

“It’s so shameless to plagiarize!”

"I originally heard that he served as a secretary in the palace at a young age, and he must be outstanding in talent and learning, but I didn't expect that he has such despicable moral character!"

"Perhaps he also gained his fame by relying on others to catch a knife!"

"..."

For a moment, those contemptuous, contemptuous, and disdainful eyes were like swords cutting into Ye Yinming's body, and he felt as if he was suffering the pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.

Yu Shanchang glanced at Ye Yinming indifferently and didn't ask anything. He just stood up, cupped his hands to Nangong Yue in the corridor on the second floor and said, "Thank you, Imperial Concubine, for speaking up."

If the imperial concubine had not been alert today, I am afraid that Ye Yinming would have been fooled, and then he would have missed a truly talented person.

However, Yu Shanchang frowned. Since Ye Yinming was looking for someone to catch him, he had to know the topic in advance...

Although the questions set by the Xiu Xiuhui are not as good as those of the imperial examination, in order to show fairness, not many people know about it, so Chief Yu Shan decided to verify it later.

Yu Shanchang continued: "I will inform the Shanzhang of Qingmao Academy about this matter."

Nangong Yue looked at Ye Yinming below and shook his head.

Having bad conduct will leave a stain at the least, and at worst, you will be deprived of your fame... I wonder if Ye Yinming regrets acting so rashly now.

Ye Yinming almost collapsed. He knew clearly what the mountain chief was like at first. He was aloof, honest, and could not tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes. If this matter was handled by the mountain chief, he would probably...

Ye Yinming felt like his ears were ringing, he couldn't hear anything, and he couldn't think about anything...

However, no one paid attention to him anymore, as if he didn't exist like air.

The poetry meeting continued, and the judges, including Chief Yu Shan, quickly selected today’s leader—Xuan Ming.

Everyone rushed up to congratulate Xuan Ming. Xuan Ming naturally thanked them one by one politely. Ye Yinming on the side looked at Xuan Ming who was surrounded by everyone. The person who attracted the most attention should be himself. It should be him. !

Ye Yinming was in despair, no one knew when he left Zhuoxiu Pavilion...

He returned to Ye's house in the west of the city in a daze. Ye Yili was waiting for the good news in the house. When she saw her brother coming back, she quickly stepped forward to greet him with a smile on her face. She was about to ask, but she found that something was wrong with Ye Yinming's expression. He seemed to have dull eyes and a look of being distracted.

Ye Yili's heart skipped a beat, she regained her composure, and asked softly: "Brother, what happened?"

"It's over, everything is over." Ye Yinming murmured, there was no trace of blood on his face, and his eyes were so hollow that it seemed as if his soul had been taken away.

This was the first time Ye Yili saw her brother like this. Even when her brother was lingering on the sickbed, he never gave up hope. She couldn't help but feel a little flustered and asked anxiously: "Brother, what's wrong with you?... You Don't scare me."

Ye Yinming suddenly came back to his senses, staring blankly at Ye Yili with a pair of black eyes, with bulging veins on his forehead, and raised his voice and said: "It's all your fault, it's all your fault..." In his eyes Full of resentment, the eyes staring at Ye Yili seemed to see some enemy.

This sudden accusation scared Ye Yili and she couldn't help but take two steps back. After a while, she found her voice and murmured: "Brother..."

Ye Yili didn't understand what she had done wrong to make Ye Yinming say these words. She believed that she had always done her best for her brother, and for him, she went against her own will to beg the concubine Wei and the King Zhennan...

Everything she did was for her brother, but now her brother actually accused her like this.

Ye Yili bit her lower lip, suppressed the tears in her eyes, and said, "Brother, do you have any misunderstandings about me?"

"Misunderstanding?!" Ye Yinming held his head in his hands and shouted hysterically, "It's obviously all your fault! If it weren't for you asking someone for the questions without permission and leaking them to me, how could I do that? Waiting for plagiarism?"

Plagiarism! ? Ye Yili looked shocked and almost blurted out to ask Ye Yinming why he was like this.

"My fame, my future, everything about me is all over!" Ye Yinming became more and more excited as he spoke, like a trapped animal, his eyes were red and bloodshot.

Ye Yili took a deep breath. Although she still didn't know what happened at the show, but since "plagiarism" was mentioned, the matter must be serious. She forced herself to cheer up and said comfortingly: "Brother , don’t worry...we will find a way if we think of a way! We have been through such difficulties, haven’t we survived it?"

"A way? Is there any other way to think of..." Ye Yinming murmured to himself.

He suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, he grabbed Ye Yili's shoulders with both hands. When he lost control of his emotions, the strength of his hands became a little out of control, and Ye Yili's face was exposed. There was a look of pain, but Ye Yinming didn't notice it at all, and said eagerly, "Yes, there is a way! Sister, don't you know the prince? You go to the prince and help me beg for mercy. As long as the prince speaks, Isn’t there nothing wrong?! This incident is all caused by you, you must help me...Sister, you must help me!”

His eyes glowed with crazy light and his gaze was scorching.