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Chapter 270: Chapter 270, exposing Zhou Qing he
Zhou Qing he stood up and said, “Your Majesty, Please Forgive me for my love for my daughter. In order to prevent my daughter from being laughed at for growing up in a private school, I specially wrote an article to help Shiwei enter Qingming Academy. As for the two poems that Shiwei wrote just now, they were also written by me in order to make my daughter famous. These two poems are now in my daughter’s study. I don’t know if it was taken out by a servant girl in the study and given to an outsider. If His Majesty doesn’t believe me, he can send someone to search my daughter’s study.” Lu Chen said, “Aunt is really unwilling to give up until she reaches the Yellow River. The snow has sealed the mountain. I and the Crown Princess, Ju Yue, have just left the mountain this morning. When can I get the poems in Aunt’s study?” Zhou Qing said, “Your Highness, I didn’t mean that. It’s just that I did write these poems.” “When I used the poem emblem, I also used the heart of a loving daughter. This child has suffered too much.” Qiao jinniang said, “What a good heart of a loving daughter. You stole other people’s poems and made your beloved daughter a thief. Is this the so-called heart of a loving daughter?” Zhou Qing glared at Qiao Jinniang and said, “Crown Prince Consort, I’m your elder. What right do you have to say that I’m a Thief?” Qiao jinniang smiled and said, “I haven’t said aunt yet, why does aunt have to take my place?”? The thief that I am talking about is Zhou Shihui, poetry is a person’s talent, how can this talent be used by a mother for her daughter? If it isn’t her own talent, isn’t it her own talent? Since you are a talented scholar, you should know that these poems take a lot of effort, how can you casually make a name for yourself. “As a mother, you don’t teach your daughter how to improve her talent, but you directly make your daughter a liar who doesn’t believe in righteousness. How laughable!” Zhou Shihui immediately shed tears of grievance. Qiao Jinniang added, “Also, aunt said that those poems were leaked from your study. Coincidentally, in the Autumn Moon House of the Old Lord, Layman Autumn Moon also wrote those poems!” “Aunt wrote them last night. The heavy snow has cut off the road, and even a messenger pigeon can not fly up. May I ask where those poems came from in the Autumn Moon House?” Zhou Qing said amiably, “The poems in my study were also written a few years ago.” Qiao jinniang laughed lightly, “That’s just right. Just like what happened just now, aunt will write a poem that has never been known by anyone. What do you think?” Zhou Qing said, “How can it be so easy to write a poem? With such a thing happening, how can there be any interest in poetry?” Qiao Jinniang replied with an ‘Oh’, “Oh?”? But earlier on, the people of Luoyang praised aunt for her talent. Those famous lines from the ancient times came out of nowhere! If aunt doesn’t write a poem today, doesn’t that mean that your poem belongs to the ancestors of the autumn moon hermit who stole it?” “Zhou Qinghe, quickly compose a poem and let them see how amazing you are.” “Yes, yes. Each of your previous poems are extremely amazing. With 30% of your skills, you will be able to restore your innocence.” Zhou Qinghe thought for a moment and said, “Alright, in that case, I will compose a poem about the setting of the mid-autumn Festival. “The sky is filled with dustpans and the earth is filled with numerous strings. The sound of a pot leaking is about to dry up, the flames in the window are already dim... the shadow of a crane crossing a cold pond...” Zhou Qing and said more than ten sentences in a row. Qiu Yue then interrupted Zhou Qing he and said, “Cold Moon buries the flower soul, Zhou Qing he, do you think that I won’t be able to memorize the poems in my senior Cao Gong’s words book? “Unfortunately, Cao Gong is the originator of the words book. I’ve read his stone notes more than ten times. I’ll remember all the poems and even the judgments in them. “It is a little too despicable of you to steal his poems.” Zhou Qing said, “What right do you have to say that I stole it?” Qiao jinniang smiled and said, “Then, after you pass through the shadow of the crane in the cold pond, can you possibly continue with the next sentence?” Zhou Qing said, “Pass through the shadow of the crane in the Cold Pond, the shadow of the Clear Moon...” Qiao Jinniang laughed. Zhou Qing and everyone present laughed out loud. Little County Prince Rong said, “How can you mother and daughter have the face to say that Fu Lu is a good-for-nothing? I am a good-for-nothing, and we all know that the shadow of the crane and the shadow of the flower are not together, not to mention that the sentence that layman Qiuyue just received, ‘The Cold Moon buries the Flower Soul’, is the best sentence!” The scholars in the Qing Ming Academy replied in succession, “The shadow of the crane and the shadow of the flower, there has never been such an irregular poem. Even those country bumpkins who do not know how to write poems would not have such an irregular poem!” Zhou Qing said, “I just, I just said it wrong for a moment. I just made more than ten poems at once and made a mistake in a moment of nervousness.” “How can a talented girl, who is supported by everyone, let go of such a mistake?” Qiao jinniang said, “Zhou Qing he, the poems that you wrote in Luoyang in the past were all written by the teacher of Ju Shi Qiuyue, Li Qingzhao. Now, do you still want to continue being stubborn?” Zhou Qinghe shook his head and said, “No, no, you are talking nonsense. Those poems were all written by me. If it was Li Qingzhao who wrote them, how would I know her poems? Why didn’t she use these poems to make a name for herself?”? “If you have the ability, call her out and confront her!” Qiao jinniang said, “Zhou Qinghe, since you still want to quibble, then continue to write another poem.. “This time, as long as your poem is neat, I will believe you. The previous poems were all written by you.” The more flustered Zhou Qing he was, the more he wrote a poem, “Round Soul on the cold sky, all words are the same in the four seas. Knowing a thousand miles away, is there not rain and wind?” She had even forgotten who the author of this poem was. She only remembered that when she was in school, the Professor liked this poem and had given her homework to appreciate it. She did not believe that such a biased poem could be memorized by this so-called Qiu Yue Ju Shi! As expected, she saw the awkwardness on Qiu Yue Ju Shi’s face. Prime Minister Lin’s face was extremely dark as he said, “This is the poem that my student, the new top scorer Li Qiao, wrote in the Prime Minister’s residence last year during the mid-autumn Festival. Although it is not famous, all the students who came to the Prime Minister’s residence last year to admire the Moon have heard of this poem.” “How did this poem become something that Zhou Qing and you can do?” Qiao jinniang said, “Now, Zhou Qing and you can’t be saying that Li Qiao stole your poem last year, right? Over and over again, Zhou Qing and you shouldn’t treat us as fools.” The Scholars in the Qingming Academy were already furious. The gazes that were looking at Zhou Qing and worship turned to disdain. “Bah, so all her poems are really plagiarized!” “So all those famous lines from the ages were really written by Ju Shi Qiuyue’s Master? Why didn’t that Li Qingzhao come out?” Qiao jinniang said, “Li Qingzhao is a low-profile person. He doesn’t like fame and fortune. Who knew that someone would use his bad brain and steal her poems for his own use. It’s really disgusting!” Zhou Qing and Zhou Shihui felt their faces burning with pain. “Zhou Qing he, to think that I still like you so much. So it’s all fake! It’s disgusting. I even spent a hundred taels of silver to buy her poetry collection. It’s too disgusting!” “What number one genius in a thousand years? She stole someone else’s poems and is still so stubborn. How can the mother and daughter have the face to be sought after by everyone!” Before this, how many people liked Zhou Qing and how many people now hated and despised him from the bottom of their hearts!