Chapter 943

Seeing that Su Qinghuan was out of the palace and wanted to compete for favor like this, he lianmo Xuan felt that the woman was unreasonable.

As soon as the man shook his robes and sleeves, he looked down at Su Qinghuan, looking extremely proud.

"If you've had enough trouble, go back to the house with your brother as soon as possible so as not to make a fool of yourself here."

"Oh, sir, do you really think it is me and my brother, not you and your wife, who are ashamed at the moment?"

Su Qinghuan stared at Mu Sisi meaningfully, and then looked at he lianmo Xuan with disgust on his face.

"Then I dare to ask, don't you really think you did the poems behind your wife?"

"Of course Sisi did it!"

He lianmo Xuan thought that some of Mu Sisi's previous creations could be famous for thousands of years, so he looked up with great confidence and showed more pride.

The man wanted to suppress Su Qinghuan's prestige, but he saw that the woman always looked calm and even smiled at him and Mu Sisi, as if there was no stage fright at all.

Is it because Su Qinghuan has been away from the palace for a long time, so she misses herself more and more and wants to go back to the palace to compete for favor?

He lianmo Xuan thought in his heart.

——Although this woman's character is really not likable, looking at that face alone really makes life unbearable.

In the final analysis, he lianmo Xuan is just one of the ordinary men in the world. Even if he is a 95 year old, his bad nature is no different from that of other men.

Su Qinghuan, such a gorgeous beauty, admires himself. Even if he doesn't like Su Qinghuan, it is indeed a capital that can be said, which virtually raises his value in the love field.

……

Su Qinghuan felt ridiculous when she saw that he lianmo Xuan was going to be the platform for Musi here, so the woman smiled faintly and looked at Musi with burning eyes.

"Since Miss Mu and your husband insist that the poem was written by themselves, why don't you write it yourself?"

When Mu Sisi heard this, she felt frightened. Although she inherited the memory of the original owner, the original owner was an ordinary person who didn't know how to write. Because she was a common woman, her family also thought that a woman's lack of talent was virtue. At most, let her see the women's ring. She couldn't even recognize the traditional characters.

Moreover, Mu Sisi's calligraphy is also very bad. It's not bad to say that words are like reptiles. What's more, there's nothing you can't do if simplified characters are written in traditional Chinese.

Mu Si subconsciously pulls Helian Moxuan's sleeve and wants to ask Helian Moxuan for help.

"Husband... Why don't I read it to you and you write it."

"OK."

He lianmo Xuan knows the difficulties of Mu Sisi. Although he appreciates Mu Sisi's talent, Mu Sisi's handwriting is too weak. Here, they represent the same front.

If Mu Si loses face, it is indirectly equivalent to that he has no face.

Mu Sisi quietly attached to Helian Moxuan's ear and finished reading the whole poem, but Helian Moxuan had not officially started transcribing.

I heard Su Qinghuan's leisurely voice not far away.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the wine to the blue sky. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it this night? I want to go home in the wind. I'm afraid of the magnificent buildings and jade buildings. It's very cold on the high ground. Dancing and making clear shadows are like living on earth..."

Before Su Qinghuan finished reading, he lianmo Xuan suddenly widened his eyes. He just wrote about the year of this night. In an instant, he stopped writing. The ink was stained with the book, and a big black mark was opened.

"You actually eavesdrop on me... Cough, it's shameless of you to eavesdrop on me and Sisi!"

"Is it me who is shameless?"

Su Qinghuan glanced at he lianmo Xuan with a smile.

Just when he lianmo was extremely angry, Su Rui, standing behind Su Qinghuan, made a sound.

"Your Excellency, madam, I'm afraid you're addicted to stealing people's poems. Do you know why so many people wanted to drive Miss Mu out as soon as they heard her read the first two sentences?"

"... why?"

A bad feeling appeared in Helian Moxuan's heart. He knew that the young man wearing the Kunlun slave mask was su Rui. Seeing that the man didn't expose his identity, Helian Moxuan was still a little unhappy.

When Su Rui was in the hall of diligent administration, he thought about him openly and secretly. Today he still wants them to stand down!

He lianmo Xuan knows that there are some talented people in the Jianghu who have excellent ears. It's clear that they can hear what they say when others whisper. Maybe Su Qinghuan also found such a talented person to suppress Mu Sisi here!

……

The man thought so and looked angrily at Su Qinghuan.

"Did you find someone to listen to me and Sisi, trying to plant her?"

"Do I have to?"

"You --"

Just when he lianmo Xuan was furious, Su Rui saw that the situation was no longer interesting, so he glanced at several spectators nearby.

"Your Excellency misunderstood her sister. Please stand up and say a fair word."

Those spectators don't know how noble he lianmo Xuan is. They just think that the young man in the brocade robe and jade belt is unreasonable. His wife is a thief who steals people's poems. He's good to be aggressive here!

"You're right, Mr. Su. When will the bright moon come? Four or five people have talked about the poem here before! They all want to play the autumn wind!"

“……”

Mu Si immediately looked up in disbelief.

"What are you talking about? How could anyone have read that poem?"

"Husband, you have to believe me!"

Mu Si bit his teeth and didn't believe he would be so unlucky.

"If you think that song is inappropriate, I'll change it again to prove that I'm innocent!"

"White arboreal crow in the atrium, silent cold dew, wet osmanthus......"

Before Mu Sisi finished reading his poetry, the people around him had already taken the next sentence.

"I don't know who the autumn thoughts are tonight. Little lady, you don't have to steal people's poems. Are they all ready-made? The collection of 100 poems has just been published on the street, but you plagiarized all the above poems."

"That's right! You can copy from another place!"

"Ha ha ha..."

Everyone burst into laughter, and the contempt between words almost overflowed.

"What collection of poems?"

Musi had a bad feeling in her heart.

He lianmo Xuan held her hand tightly and felt that the world was absurd.

Because he had been together for so many days and was an excellent bedside man who served him, he lianmo Xuan naturally stood on Mu Si's side.

Si Si is so talented, how can he copy?

How can I copy it?

……

Just then, Su Qinghuan handed a collection of poems to he lianmo Xuan with a plain face.

"Just look at it?"

“……”

Helian Moxuan just wanted to refuse, but a gust of wind blew and just opened the first page, which was to bring wine.

The more you turn back, the more shocking it is.

The man's eyes stared round and round. He just felt that the whole world was upside down——