The middle-aged man listened to everyone talking about it, as if he admired Miss Su very much. He smiled, listened to what these people said, and then asked: "May I ask you, when did Miss Su write this poem? !”
"It was probably last spring. Oh, sir, why are you asking this?!"
The middle-aged person said: "A certain person named Ge loves poetry. I was really surprised when I heard you talking about this poem and saying that it was written by Miss Su. I have heard this song "Yan of Burial Flowers" elsewhere."
"Have you heard it elsewhere?!"
"What does it mean?!"
"Are you saying that this poem was not written by Miss Su?!"
"Impossible!"
"It must be impossible!"
Mr. Ge said: "I have traveled to many places before, and I have also been to Licheng. I have lived in Licheng for several years. Everyone knows that people in Licheng live a stable and prosperous life, and they are also very exclusive. But there, no matter where they are, Both men and women, rich and poor, can enroll in the school, and their studies are divided into primary school, middle school, and third school.”
"I saw this poem in a middle school book. It is said that this poem has been used for more than a hundred years. It was written by a man named Mr. Cao. It was taken from a book called "A Dream of Red Mansions", written by the Li family. The master collected it into a book, it is impossible for it to be written by some girl Su."
Everyone present was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
People have been using it for more than a hundred years. How is this possible? !
Could it be that Su Ran copied other people's poems and used them as her own.
Of course, there are many people who don't believe it and feel that this person named Ge is talking nonsense.
"Mr. Ge, are you kidding? How is this possible!"
"That's right! How is that possible? Don't make false accusations against Miss Su!"
"This poem was obviously written by Miss Su herself. I watched her write it with my own eyes!"
"How dare I deceive you?" Mr. Ge was not afraid at all when facing everyone's questions. "This time I got help from a friend, so I entered Licheng. After staying in Licheng for several years, I just felt that life It’s wonderful everywhere.”
"Children in the city, regardless of gender, must be sent to school when they reach the age of seven. Colleges are also opened outside the city and are taught by teachers. Among them, there are two courses in arithmetic and literature, and there are many poems for enlightenment."
"When I left, I personally copied a few books and came back. If you don't believe it, come and have a look." After saying that, Mr. Ge took out three thick books from his baggage, and the people around him saw After this, someone immediately took it and looked through it.
"Three hundred primary school poems."
""Ode to the Goose", poet: King Luo Bin"
"Goose, goose, goose, singing to the sky. White feathers float on the green water, and anthuriums stir the clear waves."
“I’ve never heard of this, but it’s quite interesting.”
""Little Pond", poet: Yang Wanli"
"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is clear and soft. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it."
"Hey, isn't this the one Miss Su composed?!"
"It seems so!"
"And here, it's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work. The name of this poem is "Compassion for the Farmers", and the person who wrote this poem is called Li Kun."
"And here, here is a middle school reading book, here is "Jinjinjiu", but the poet is a man named Li Bai."
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy. Don't let the gold bottle stand empty against the moon. I am born with talents that will be useful. I will come back after all the gold is gone."
"..."
"..."
After Mr. Ge took out these three poems, the whole Fengxue Tower was in a sensation. As this poem was read out, many people believed Mr. Ge's words.
In those three books, although there are several names that are repeated, most of them are different. If they are the same person, there are traces to follow, and the artistic conception of the poems produced is quite similar.
When Su Ran became famous in the past, many people questioned Su Ran, saying that her poems were messy and did not look like they were written by the same person.
One moment, the daughter in the boudoir is mourning, as if she is sad, miserable, and miserable; another moment, there is prosperity and splendor throughout the ages; another moment, the generals and horses are seen in the rivers and mountains beyond the Great Wall; another moment, they are retreating to the mountains and forests to enjoy themselves; and the next moment, they are swallowing up the mountains and rivers with majestic aura.
Now it seems that there is indeed a problem.
"I have already said that there must be something wrong with Su Ran's poetry. You don't believe it. You think she is a talented woman!"
"It's really embarrassing. The poems written by this most talented woman in the Imperial City are all plagiarized. If spread in the future, our Imperial City will be completely disgraced!"
"Who said that the most talented woman in the Imperial City? Who said that? No one has ever said it! It's all people below who are spreading it!"
"How shameless is Su Ran? She dares to use poems written by others!"
"This is because Li Cheng is exclusive and people don't want to come out. That's why he has such courage!"
"No, this kind of behavior is really disgusting!"
"Perhaps these books are all fake, and someone wants to harm Miss Su?!" Someone wanted to explain, but was scolded by the people next to him, and Fengxue Tower became a mess.
Su Jian was sitting in a private room on the second floor, looking down at the crowd in the lobby, his face turned pale, and the people next to him pushed him several times before he came back to his senses.
He looked at the farce downstairs, and his heartbeat accelerated a lot.
"What were you talking about?!"
The friend was dumbfounded and looked shocked: "Did the fifth girl in your family really use the poems written by others?!"
After saying this, he felt that it was too straightforward. He was about to apologize, but then he saw Su Jian's face turned pale and felt very uneasy: "Zijian, are you okay?!"
Zijian is Su Jian's name, and friends who are close to him all call him this way.
Su Jian took a breath and shook his head after a while: "I'm fine. I have some things to do at home. I'll leave today. Let's drink slowly and charge the account to me."
After saying that, he stood up from the table and left in a hurry with his entourage.
Several people in the room looked very unhappy.
"If this matter is true, I'm afraid Zijian will be irritated this time."
"The fifth girl in their family, Su Ran, really copied other people's poems?!"
"Zijian is also unlucky. None of his sisters will stop!"
"No!"
"This person named Su Ran is so courageous, and she's not afraid of being exposed!"
The people here today are all classmates and friends for several years. They usually have a good relationship. Now they are also worried about Su Jian. If Su Ran's plagiarism comes true, Su Jian may be affected.
Scholars have always been noble and disdain to do these mean things, which means they admit that their skills are inferior to others, and they will not use other people's things to gain fame and fortune. Once they find out, they will be despised by everyone.
This Su Ran is going to harm Su Jian!
