Xia Lingxuan seemed to feel something, and subconsciously moved his gaze to Fang Ruhai's throat.
I saw that it was up and down, and it was already shaking uncontrollably.
After Fang Ruhai finished speaking in one breath, his whole body started to tremble as if struck by lightning.
Amid the astonished gazes of others, he burst into tears.
"Three years later, I finally found evidence that my work was stolen. I finally remembered!"
His chest rose and fell violently, and the sounds he made became sharper and harsher, as if a man was about to go crazy.
Xia Lingxuan sighed and took the initiative to step forward and pat his shoulder. The remaining soothing power of the poison-removing pill poured into his body.
"Don't worry, now that you have the chance, you can explain everything clearly, and I will naturally make the decision for you."
As he spoke, he cast provocative glances at Master Meng next to him, secretly preparing to be attacked or intercepted.
There were so many people present, but there were actually only three key people, including myself.
Things were unexpected, and his mind was racing.
The other people's faces had different expressions, and Master Meng's expression became as colorful as if a bottle of vinegar had been poured out of it.
Xia Lingxuan silently wrote it down.
"That day, after I finished writing my book and was about to submit it, I suddenly felt nauseous, so I ran into an alley to adjust my breathing."
"After that... there was nothing. I acted as usual the next day, completely forgetting the day before."
"And in the meantime, I only had a little drink with Brother Meng and never saw anyone else." After saying that, Fang Ruhai's eyes pierced towards Master Meng.
Xia Lingxuan gave timely guidance, "Mr. Meng doesn't look too good."
Master Meng held up his sleeves, pinched his hands tightly, and said noncommittally, "I did drink some wine with him. Is it possible that I can still be convicted?"
"It's true that you can't, but I don't know where you were that day and if you have proof," he said with a smile.
Fang Ruhai continued to speak, "I went to Danzhou this time just to travel and talk about Taoism, but I didn't expect that I accidentally stumbled into the place where I wrote my book."
"The same scene, the same sentiment, when I started writing it, I felt familiar with the reunion after a long absence, but the content clearly had not appeared in my memory."
"I didn't pay attention at first," he said, looking coldly at Master Meng again, "but as soon as I came in to make a statement, the restrictions set by someone were at work."
His Fang Ruhai's strength is now different from that of the past. The restrictions set in the past were hidden and undetectable, and he jumped out to act like a monster... haha.
The restriction has residual aura, although only he can feel it.
Xia Lingxuan nodded thoughtfully, bowed to Fang Ruhai and asked, "I wonder if you carry the work you mentioned with you? Can I borrow your work to take a look?"
"...Of course you can." Unexpectedly, Fang Ruhai hesitated.
Everyone's just-inclined thoughts started to rise again: Is there still a problem?
Fang Ruhai slowly untied his clothes under everyone's breathless gaze.
Everyone: "?"
"Ahem, I think it's safe this way."
With an embarrassed cough, he briefly explained, quickly opened the collar of his coat, carefully took out an inconspicuous bamboo slip, and put the collar back on.
He held the bamboo slip tightly with trembling hands, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world. If it wasn't needed now, Fang Ruhai wouldn't want it to leave him for a moment.
He gently placed the bamboo slip on Xia Lingxuan's hand, while Fang Ruhai stood beside him eagerly, his eyes never leaving.
Xia Lingxuan was a little helpless, placed it respectfully on his desk, and opened it in front of everyone.
"this……"
When he saw the first sentence, his eyes flashed.
Although I had read it in Zhihai a long time ago, I was still shocked for a moment by the unique copy written by myself.
At a glance, the content on the bamboo slips is almost the same as that of Master Meng, but just the first sentence makes the difference between a chicken head and a crested one.
It is estimated that Meng Fuzi had some small ideas, and used his own writings at the beginning.
"Wait a minute."
He stretched out his hand to stop the curious gazes of others. He pretended to look at the bamboo slip in front of him solemnly. After about a quarter of an hour, he slowly let out a breath of turbid air that he had been holding in for a long time.
The people around him couldn't help but be surprised and opened their eyes wide.
"See for yourselves, don't touch it."
Place the bamboo slips flat on the table and let everyone standing one meter away watch.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat when they took one look at it, and their eyes towards Master Meng also became meaningful.
Master Meng's heart sank little by little.
He looked at it for the last time, looked at it without sincerity, and put out the struggle he had already prepared, "This is obviously just copying my book."
Fang Ruhai had been obsessed with studying all his life, but he had no way to deal with the shamelessness. He could only stare at Master Meng's performance with his mouth open, and his eyes were on Xia Lingxuan as if asking for help.
Master Meng laughed, "The prince and I have a problem, and you all slander him together. It's really shameless!"
Before the others were completely determined, he broke the jar and took a bite directly, pouring all the dirty water on the two of them.
This was the last move he wanted to make. After all, the prince's attempt to force the teacher to death was much more serious than the prince's suspicion of the teacher and his simple disrespect for the teacher.
"You are slandering others, I, Fang Ruhai, will never do such a thing!"
He almost vomited blood at the other party's words. In a daze, Fang Ruhai seemed to understand something.
He originally comforted himself that his old friend might just be greedy for a moment, but later he did not restrict his development.
But now it seems that there is no need to ask any more questions.
"You! You are the one who attacked me that day. You stole my book!"
Fang Ruhai is a scholar. He doesn't know how to curse. He just stares angrily and clumsily exposes the other party.
"You said yes?"
With a sneer, Master Meng retorted.
"I'm afraid you've been down for too long, and you're trying to use this opportunity to make a comeback! Fang Ruhai, you let me down!"
He hit the opponent harder and harder.
However, this seemed to awaken other people's thoughts, and they all accused Fang Ruhai.
