Chapter 1008： 315 Debunk

Bai Muxiao glanced at Guanyubai. The formerly prestigious young general stood there in a calm and elegant manner, with a slight smile on his lips.

If she hadn't known him for a long time, she would have thought that he was a literati and pretentious.

Bai Muxiao put down his heart, this easy-going Hou had nothing but the Hou Xie, his door was killed by the emperor, no relatives and no reason, no military power, no political power, and even lost martial arts. But even so, the emperor was guarding him, and the ministers were afraid to associate with him.

Guan Yubai, the emperor who can now rely on him, can only win a small foothold for him if he can please the emperor.

Thinking about it, Bai Muxiao calmed down, the clouds were light and the wind was light, like the empty valley Youlan.

The official language is white with a smile, the voice is like the good Wen Yu, and it is clean and unparalleled. "The girl who knows Bai is also an absolute lyricist.

Hearing this, Bai Muxiao is already loose in her heart. Since ancient times, poets and poets have loved to chant the moon, and she has a lot of poems of this type.

Sure enough, as she expected, Guan Yubai was just trying to please the emperor. The legendary witty Guan Yubai was in front of the power, but he was just an inflamed generation.

The corners of Bai Muxiao's lips curled slightly, with a hint of publicity and pride in her smile. She used to be too careless. From now on, she will never give anyone a chance to bully her.

The official Wen Baiwen's voice continued, "... just so, it seems a bit boring. How about adding a bit of fun to the other way, how about kneading" Buddha Man "and" Water Tune Song "?"

Bai Muxiao's smile froze on her face.

Knead? Mandarin white ... what does he mean?

"Easy Hou and I talk about how you want to mix?" There is also a hint of interest in the emperor's eyes. The blending of the two word plates is naturally not an inherent format and peace. If it is a new word plate tonight in the Mid-Autumn Festival, it will be one. A beautiful thing.

The official language's white face was clear and clear, with a smile and proposed: "It happens that the final sentence of" Buddha Man "is the same as the last sentence of the upper and lower words in" Song of the Water Tune ", and the flat tone is also in harmony. It is better to put How about swapping the last two sentences of "The Water Tune Song" with the last sentence of "Buddha Man"? "

The flat sentence in the upper and lower sentences of "Song of the Water" is: "Zhongping Zhongping, Zhongping Pingping." Replace it with the ending of "Buddha Man," and the new ending sentence is: "Zhong Pingping, Zhongping Zhongpingping. "

Everyone heard it, and it was very interesting. Some people even ordered the palace people to take the pen and ink, write down the new Ping An, and hummed.

Bai Muxiao's heart was completely cold, and the waves in her heart were turbulent and uncertain.

Swap flat?

When she was studying at Nangong's house, she also studied rhyme books. She knew Ping An, but she knew and used them differently. The most important thing is that after changing Ping Ling, it's not the "Water Tune Song" she knows!

What should she do?

Bai Muxiao's heart was in a panic, and she glanced quickly at Guan Yu in white. Is this an occasional or ...

No, this is impossible!

The emperor looked at Bai Muxiao and asked with great interest: "White girl, would you like to try?"

Bai Muxiao's face was extremely stiff, her lips moved slightly and she could not speak.

"White girl?"

The smile on the emperor's face receded slightly, and it seemed a little unpleasant.

Bai Muxiao knows that in this case, it is impossible for him to say a "no", only ...

Bai Muxiao took a deep breath and said, "Folk girl ... obey."

Soon, someone in the palace prepared a pen and ink pad on a book case, and polished her ink and paved it with white paper.

Bai Muxiao sat down after the book case, and her waist was straight.

Time becomes particularly difficult at this moment ...

Bai Muxiao held the pen tightly, the pen full of ink, but never dropped on the paper.

Bai Muxiao's brain was blank, and her pen seemed to be as heavy as ever.

After seeing her not writing for a long time, the people around them started to stir up again. After all, in the past, Bai Muxiao's talents and agility were visible to everyone, and she was always calm and confident, and Wen Siquan was flooded. , For a long time could not move.

Bai Muxiao's silence and stiffness have attracted more and more eyes. Everyone is whispering, speculating, even Han Lingfu is also worried, and said: What's wrong with Xiaoer? Could it be unwell? Or is there anything embarrassing?

Nangong Gong's eyes gradually became more complicated, looking at Bai Mu Xiao deeply. The crowd was still in a fog, but at this moment Nangong Yan was convinced.

In the previous life, Bai Muxiao always wrote poems with her own hands. She never thought for more than a tea time, as if she was really a literary poet, born to write poetry.

This is the first time Nangong Yu has seen Bai Muxiao be troubled by his poems and lyrics ...

It seems that her and Guan Yubai's speculations are indeed correct. None of Bai Muxiao's poems were her works!

Otherwise, would anyone who can make such a worldly work be stumped because of this discord with the original word brand!

However, how did Bai Mu Xiao get those poems with different styles, and each capital was enough to be alive ...

Yuan Yuyi pulled the sleeves of Lanan Gongxi, and asked with her eyes: What are you, cousin today? Doesn't she have more amazing things every time the situation becomes more urgent?

Nangong stunned but smiled.

Time is still passing a little, Bai Muxiao is stiff as a puppet, she knows that she must write something, otherwise it will only be more suspicious.

She took a deep breath and finally gritted her teeth and picked up the wolf pen on one side.

Seeing her thoughts seemed to have been settled, and everyone looked relaxed, and felt that it was only because of the sudden change of Pingyao that Bai Muxiao couldn't change for a while.

Bai Muxiao wrote one stroke at a time, and never felt that writing was so difficult.

Calligraphy is the state of mind and language of the writer.

The irritability in her heart was revealed in the strokes.

After she worked hard and finally collected the pen, the palace man who served her immediately diligently helped her dry the ink, and then read it with a white paper: "When will the moon be? Ask the wine to the sky."

Different from the very beginning of "Silent Night Thoughts", these two sentences are so bright for everyone present, "When will the moon be? Ask the wine to the sky", treat the sky as a friend and ask the wine, it is really bold and extraordinary, This opening chapter is already a well-known phrase, and it really doesn't look like a delicate young woman.

The palace people continued to say, "I don't know what year the heavenly palace is ...."

At this time, the audience was silent again, and everyone was immersed in it. Many ministers who loved poetry had closed their eyes intoxicated, shaking their heads as the palace chanted.

Until the palace person said: "Dance to clear the shadow, why is it on earth?" Someone showed a weird color immediately, these two sentences are still good sentences, but there seems to be something wrong ...

How do the people in this palace understand the way of Pingyu, and they do n’t understand what ’s wrong, and continue to read aloud: “Zhuge Zhu, Low Qihu, according to sleeplessness. There should be no hate. ... "

The commotion gradually subsided again, because Pingyao, except for the last sentence of the last sentence, had made a mistake, and the next one was wonderful. In particular, those three sentences, "People have sorrows, joys and sorrows, and the moon has yin and qing, and this is an ancient and difficult event." It makes all the listeners feel the same, as if remembering the pain of separation from relatives and friends, but there is a hint of hope in it, after all There are times when people meet together.

In the voice of the crowd, the palace people finally finished the last two sentences: "I hope that people will last for a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles."

Full house uproar!

If this is a "Song of Water Tune", it is definitely a masterpiece of no one before and no one after. There are countless advantages from layout to setting the scene to using words. All make people feel meaningful, and the charm and win.

The problem is--

The text is wrong!

Bai Muxiao's words are still based on the original level of the "Song of the Water", whether it is "Dancing to clear the shadow, why is it on earth?" Or "I hope that people will last for a long time, a thousand miles together." Follow the original Ping Yan in "Song of Water Tune": "Zhongping Zhongping Ping, Zhongping Pingping." Instead of the new Pingping: "Zhongping Pingping, Zhongping Zhongping Ping."

It's like writing an article. Even if the article is as good as possible, the idea is high and the words are beautiful. Once the text is wrong, it is inferior.

The format of Bai Muxiao's song is wrong. If it is an exam or competition, it will be the first to be disqualified.

The emperor's face was not very good-looking, and he did not speak for a long time. The song "When Will the Moon Become" in the Mid-Autumn Festival was such a good story, but Bai Muxiao was wrong.

How could Bai Muxiao make mistakes even with Pingyu?

Chen University scholars said with emotion: "The flaws do not cover up the Yu. This song" Song of Water Tune "is ambitious, innovative in concept, and fresh in mood."

"That's right." Another minister said, "'I wish people would last for a long time, a thousand miles together.' If this is a change of words for the sake of peace, I am afraid that it may not be so subtle." Is that tangled for this?

"Even if it's a good work, it's a big mistake if Pingyi is wrong!" But this man looked at Bai Muxiao with suspicion. This woman can write such a good sentence, can't she really think of other poems to deal with the new peace?

Always feel weird!

Everyone expressed their opinions and the discussion became more and more intense.

Among the several Baiyue envoys in the rear, the maiden looked up thoughtfully, although she did not know why Bai Muxiao had such an omission. In her opinion, it was not difficult to modify Ping An, even if the verse would Not as good as it is now, but the whole sentence is excellent, even if there are a few weaker words, it will not be concealed, and it will not cause controversy ...

If we say that Bai Muxiao is everyone, everyone always has everyone's heart. But she was just a woman of people. If she had such arrogance against the emperor, she would not have fallen to the point of being mean.

Taking a step back, even if Bai Mu Xiaozhen couldn't bear these two good sentences, he could write two different versions according to the original Pingyi and Xinping. And she didn't do it, was it because ... she couldn't?

In other words, although Bai Muxiao is good at writing poetry, there is actually a big disadvantage, that is, she is not good at Pingyi?

Putting on her clothes a little squintingly, this idea made her feel ridiculous. The rhyme book is the foundation of the foundation, and anyone who is enlightened will learn it. Would a person who can make so many masterpieces not be good at even Ping An?

Dressing up meaningfully looked up at Bai Muxiao, and looked at her awkward look in the eyes of everyone.

At this time, Master Li of Hanlin Academy took a step forward and proclaimed with a loud voice: "White girl, girl," When Will the Moon Become "is truly a masterpiece, but this 'wrong text' always makes people feel inadequate. The girl changed it again? Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds? "

This proposal from Lord Li immediately drew everyone's attention to each other. Most people thought that the idea was indeed good, and even Han Lingfu felt that both eyes were shining. This is a great opportunity for Xiaoer to save the situation!

As long as you think carefully, you must be able to figure out the right sentence.

There must be no problem with Xiaoer's talent!

No one thought that Bai Mu Xiao didn't say a word for a long time, and when everyone was waiting for another commotion, Bai Mu Xiao said slowly: "Master Li, Shumin can't." Her breath was slightly impatient. , But said calmly on the face, "Since this word has been completed, it has life like a baby, and I can't destroy it."

Her chin was slightly lifted, and the silver moonlight covered her with a hazy tulle.

A young Hanlin in his early twenties thoughtfully, looking at Bai Muxiao with a touch of respect. The song "When Will the Moon Become" is so unbelievable that it has convinced all the listeners.

Several other officials were also touched, but most of them were still doubtful and felt that Bai Muxiao's remarks were somewhat far-fetched.

Guan Yubai looked at this scene indifferently. As far as he was concerned, he just wanted to figure out who those poems came from. Now that the purpose has been achieved, he doesn't care how to follow up. After all, Bai Muxiao is just a person who has nothing to do with him.

The emperor's eyes were dimmed, his expression deep and difficult to understand. After a while, he suddenly said to Guan Yubai: "An Yihou, this question is from you. What do you think of this word?"

"The emperor." The official language smiled slightly, and said indifferently, "This word is enough to make the best of the world, but it's a pity ..."

What a pity, Guan Yubai did not say, but the meaning was obvious.

Seeing the emperor's eyes becoming more and more questioning, Bai Muxiao finally couldn't stop the impatience in her heart, and blurted out: "What's the meaning of ease?"

Guan Yubai's lips evoked a smile of laughter, and said with a pointed finger: "... If I ask another question, would White Girl want to try it?"

He knows!

He really knew it!

Bai Mu Xiaodun felt that Wu Lei thundered, and her brain was blank for a moment.

It turned out that what happened today was not a temporary intention, but he deliberately ... how could this be possible? !! The poems she wrote were totally unproven, why did he know? !!

Before she knew it, Bai Muxiao's back was dripping with cold sweat. In front of Guan Yubai, she was as ridiculous as a clown. He seemed to be able to see everything through her easily, to his soul.

Although she tried to calm down, her pale face and chaotic eyes had revealed her voice.

The emperor kept looking at her, and at this moment, he was already sure! This daring folk girl dared to bully the king to such an extent!

Everyone looked at each other, Guan Yubai wanted to ask another question, but Bai Muxiao didn't dare to respond, and even reacted so fiercely.

Even Han Lingfu felt something wrong at the moment. Bai Muxiao's panic eyes made him wonder one after another. He couldn't deceive himself any more. Xiaoer was really wrong!

However, as everyone knows, Xiaoer is his woman. If she loses her face in the eyes of everyone, his face will not be better.

Han Ling fixed his destiny, and took a step forward to pretend to smile casually: "Father Emperor, although the poem is elegant, it still needs to eat human fireworks. It is almost time now, and the seat of the Ming Jade Hall is ready. Can you drive the Ming Jade Hall? "

His move was abrupt, and even the fool could see that he was saving the scene for Bai Muxiao.

For a while, Han Lingfu suddenly became the focus of everyone's eyes. The original suspicious crowd immediately felt the truth because of these few words of Han Lingfu.

Among the crowd, one **** could not help but said to the friend beside him: "White girl is brilliant, how could she make such a mistake today?"

"Yeah." My friend echoed, and said casually, "Isn't it that she doesn't understand Pingyi?"

"Mrs. Wang made a joke and didn't understand how Pingyao made words?" Said a girl with a goose-face, "I have heard that the two words that White Girl would make in Jinxin are not only right, but also wonderful, enough to be beautiful. . "

"Then why did Anyi Hou just modify a few words in" Song of the Water Tune ", and the white girl would not?" A young young woman asked everyone's doubts.

"Isn't it that she used to use those words?" The girl with a goose egg face hesitantly guessed. At first she felt that her guess was ridiculous, but she thought again and again that she could only explain Bai Muxiao's mistake at the moment.

Everyone's speculation would inevitably be introduced into the emperor's ears, making him even more angry.

She was concealed by her, and she praised her poems three times, and now she wants to come, just like a joke, maybe someone else will think that this emperor is so insipid!

But no matter how angry the emperor's heart was, it was not convenient for him to question Bai Muxiao in front of the eyes.

After all, Bai Mu Xiao originally represented Dayu in the poem competition of Jin Xinhui. If Bai Mu Xiao was questioned for fraud, wouldn't it mean that Bai Yuesheng won four prizes in Jinxin? That really lost Dayu's face!

The emperor no longer wanted to think deeply, and said coldly, "Swing in the Ming Jade Hall!" He strode forward and strode forward, obviously showing unhappiness in his manner.

Enjoying the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival can be said to be completely ruined!

Han Lingfu was also uncomfortable in his mind, and the kind of discussion just before seemed to provide an answer to the countless doubts in his heart, an answer that made him unacceptable. If Xiao Er's poems are really not what she wrote, then she has always been lying to him?

He was fooled by his favorite woman ...

Han Lingfu didn't dare to see Bai Muxiao, fearing that he couldn't help but want to ask clearly.

Han Lingfu closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and quickly followed the emperor.

Soon, the ministers and daughters and daughters left at the pace of the emperor, and no one paid attention to Bai Muxiao, leaving her alone and standing alone, terrifyingly silent, and even the sound of insects was clearly audible. .

She stood still, looking at the back of someone leaving the crowd, he was still so elegant and clear, like a fairy ...

He went away, never looking back at her from beginning to end ... did he not want her anymore?

Her heart was almost out of breath, and a humiliating, unwilling flame ignited from her heart ...

Why did they hurt her like this? !!

why? !!

There was a mess in her mind, and she didn't even notice that she had a special look at her when she left.

Dressing up and Achidah were walking at the end of the people who were driving at this time, and then the latter laughed with a sneer: "The original Jin Xin meeting did not do it by her .... However, Emperor Dayu saw I don't dare admit it. "

"The Jinxin Society has passed. Even though the Emperor Dayu has not concluded on this matter, she is still the leader of the Wensai of the Jinxin Society." The dressing is thoughtful. "After all, we are weak, Your Highness. It is still in the hands of Emperor Dayu. Until now, I can no longer ask Jin Xinhui's agreement ... I was still worried that Bai Mu Xiao was so upset that it was difficult for her to cope with the cooperation, but now, I Ninety percent are sure. "

"Her Majesty, when are you going?"

"Not in a hurry," Fang Yisi said, "I won't be too late when she's out of her way ... It shouldn't take long." This time she is bound to make great efforts to redeem the last time Jinxinhuizhi Too.

As expected, Bai Muxiao soon reached a point of despair.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ying Lanxing Palace rumored that she had misappropriated other people's poems, and even said that those poems were done by a scholar who had fallen behind, and Bai Muxiao replaced him on the condition of funding his studies. Writing poems and lyrics for myself, the speculation in the meantime was fragrant, as if the three princes had already been covered with green clouds.

As soon as Bai Muxiao stepped out of Lanzhuzhai, everyone would welcome disdain.

Plagiarism is the most despised move.

What admiration did they have for her "doing" poems now, how much they dislike her character.

Even Han Lingfu was so cold to her that she never even appeared in front of her for a few days, and she no longer asked about him.

All the people in the palace are human spirits. Originally, they saw that the three princes loved the side concubine who had not passed through the door, and they were all very enthusiastic and attentive. But now, when she seemed to have fallen out of favor, she changed immediately. Not only did the meal make her girl-in-law take it to the large kitchen, she even took a bath and asked the girl-in-law to ask for hot water for an hour or two.

Bai Muxiao originally thought that those days after being brought back to Baifu from Nangongfu were the most humiliating times of her life. However, at that time she had the status of a servant of three princes, and Baifu was not too indifferent to her. And now ...

She once thought that even without Han Lingfu, she could survive well and restart a new relationship, but the reality seemed to laugh at her innocence, showing her cruel truths again and again.

"Big girl." Bi Chen entered the room with a three-story food box and said softly, "Dinner has already been brought. Would you like to have a meal?"

Bai Muxiao nodded, and Bichen put the food container on the table and took off the lid. She paused and said with a smile, "Sister, it seems that the slave is wrong, slave ..." As she said, she was going to close the lid.

"Let me see." Bai Muxiao reached out and stopped her, took the food container and looked at it.

Her serving is four dishes, one soup and two plates of dim sum. There is only one plate of the most common white sugar cake in the edible box, a plate of green leafy vegetables and a bowl of soup that has been cooled for a long time.

This meal is getting worse day by day. She has been mentally prepared, but she didn't expect to do it so disregarded.

Is this warm or cold?

"The kitchen must be wrong," Bichen said quickly. "Slave is going to change now."

"No, lest you make a joke." Bai Muxiao waved weakly and said, "... you take the food and let me be alone."

Bi Chen and Bi Luo glanced at each other, and quietly retreated with the food container.

Bai Muxiao walked to the window alone, and it was dark outside, and her heavy night seemed to have swallowed up her heart.

"Why, why do they hurt me?"

Over the past few days, she has been remembering the events of Mid-Autumn Festival every night, and she is almost certain that it was a game set by Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai.

She had always had no grudges with Xiao Yi. Xiao Yi would do this because someone was provocative, and only Nangong Yu would be so shameless.

It's Nangong! It must be her!

Bai Muxiao clenched her fists tightly, and her face was filled with hatred ...

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang College, please do not reprint!