My Cold And Beautiful Wife Chapter 1964

1964

Ye Xianqing hesitated for a moment and said weakly, "Then …" I said it out loud. Big brother, don't be angry at me, alright? "

"You first."

"No, you can promise not to be angry first..."

Ye Fan felt a headache coming, "Alright, alright, I'm not angry."

Only after hearing her brother's agreement did she briefly explain the situation.

It seemed that the la.s.s's last cla.s.s today was at the Windblast Pavilion, where she had written a poem. Coincidentally, the teacher took Prince Consort Ye, who was the hottest student, as an example, and called for a few Heaven Seeking Academy's poetry experts to come and admire her as well.

In the end, the most famous one was a scholar called Su Painting Fan. He brought up Ye Fan's poems, which were all stolen from him and were not worth mentioning.

Of course, Ye Xianqing was not convinced. Usually, because of her sensitive ident.i.ty, she would remain unknown in the Heaven's Inquisition.

But when she heard Su Shufan say this to Ye Fan, she immediately stood up to refute, telling Su Shufan to take out the evidence and not slander Ye Fan.

"Su Painting Fan?" One of the Four Heaven Seeking Masters, the number one genius in the Imperial City, Su Painting Fan!? "

When Ye Dainqing heard the content of the conversation, she was shocked and opened her mouth wide, "This girl …. He really knew how to cause trouble! "No wonder I told you not to be angry!"

Su Qingxue slightly knitted her brows and said in a displeased tone, "Although Su Painfan is talented, how can he slander my husband?"

At this moment, Ye Fan had a complicated expression on his face. Only he knew that these poems were written by those ancient scholars.

But if there was anyone else in this world who knew about this, they would have brought it up. Could it be that Chu Yunyao had leaked it? Impossible... How could Chu Yunyao do anything to harm him?

"Big brother …" "I know you don't like compet.i.tion, but I couldn't help it just now. Don't be angry at me …" Ye Shuangqing said in a wronged tone.

"I'm not angry... What's the situation on your side? " Ye Fan sighed in his heart. At the end of the day, it was because this little sister cared so much about her big brother that she even forgot about being in the enemy camp.

"The Su Painting Fan sent people to retrieve the evidence. I …" I plan to talk after looking at the evidence "said Ye Shuqing," Since they can't come up with any evidence, I will go back later to prove your innocence.

"What if they have evidence?" Ye Fan asked.

"How is this possible?!" Brother, you... You really copied it?! " Ye Shuangqing was worried.

Ye Fan was silent for a moment, and then said, "Yes, my poems, these are all poems that everyone taught me, not my own thoughts."

"Everyone in poetry? Who are they? "

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't recognize me …"

"Then you're talking nonsense! Such a good poem, if it were to appear, how could it be unknown? " Ye Shuangqing naturally thought that Ye Fan was joking.

Ye Fan sighed, thinking that he might as well go and have a look. He was also curious as to what kind of evidence that guy had, so he said, "I'll go find you now, and confront you face to face."

With such a ruckus, Ye Fan didn't have the mood to eat anymore, and Ye Danqing also wasn't at ease, so the two directly got on the car and headed towards the Heaven Seeking Academy.

The architectural style of the Heaven's Inquisition was relatively more modern. There were tall buildings that were brightly colored and had a city feel to them.

"Bro, when you see the Su Painting Fan later, you must be careful. This guy is surnamed Su after all.

Moreover, when he was seven years old, his first book of poems was published at the age of ten. He was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting; he was known as the number one genius in the Imperial City.

Even Tutor Zhang of the Music Pavilion saw him as the future number one successor of the literary circle. The poems that the ladies of the Rainbow Cloud Workshop sang the most were all written by him in these past few years, so at least half of them admired him …

In addition, his cultivation was also strong, and he was at the sixth level of Spirit Creation. He was very popular in the Heaven's Inquisition, and could be considered the most popular amongst the Heaven Inquisition!

"Let's go and bring that silly girl, Sunless back. Don't provoke him, or his admirers will annoy us to death!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan couldn't help but joke, "Then how is his calligraphy going to compare with yours?"

"About this..." Ye Danqing hesitated for a moment before saying, "Just comparing the calligraphy skills, he and I have our own strengths."

Ye Fan was surprised. He didn't expect that Ye Danqing, who was so confident in his calligraphy skills, would actually have such an evaluation. It seemed that Su Painting Fan was truly talented.

After arriving at the Heaven's Inquisition Inst.i.tution, the two of them registered at the entrance. They took two temporary pa.s.ses and entered the Inst.i.tution.

On the other hand, because Ye Danchen had been to a few exchanges in the past, she recognized the location of the Whirlwind Pavilion.

Upon entering the Windblast Tower, he saw a large number of genuine works of literati. Exquisite handicrafts were everywhere, and they were extremely elegant.

The two of them rode on the prehistoric stone elevator and arrived at a large lecture hall on the forty-third floor.

Ye Fan felt absent-minded, as if he had returned to Earth. However, all the electrical appliances around him had turned into prehistoric stone equipment.

At this moment, there were hundreds of empty seats in the lecture hall. It could be said that there were no seats full. Moreover, it was obvious that most of the seats were occupied by female students.

"I heard that the Su Painting Fan is very popular among women, and that's how it works. I'm so envious …." Ye Danqing whispered.

Ye Fan, on the other hand, swept his gaze to the center of the lecture hall.

In fact, when Ye Fan appeared at the door, a lot of people were already looking at him with all kinds of eyes. Everyone was whispering to each other, curious and full of suspicion.

"That's Ye Fan?" "He really came?"

"There's going to be a good show now. Let's see if he'll reveal his true colors in front of the number one genius of the Imperial City …"

"Hmph, he isn't even on the same level. I was just wondering why he would suddenly have so much poetry on him. So he's a literary thief …"

Hearing some discussion, Ye Fan frowned. It seemed that Su Painting Fan had brought over the evidence?

She was holding a book in her hand, looking unconvinced, "This doesn't prove anything!"

In front of her was a handsome man with long hair draped over his shoulders, who wore a blue and white embroidered robe. He lightly waved his fan and arrogantly said, "I, Su Painting Fan, do not need to prove anything to you.

As she was speaking, Su Painted Fan glanced at Ye Fan, who was walking over, somewhat playfully.

"What's going on?" Ye Fan asked.

There were tears in her eyes as she handed the book to Ye Fan, "Brother! He said that the poems you wrote were plagiarized from this book of his!

He said you changed a few words and then said outside that it was you who wrote it! "

Ye Fan blanked out for a moment, then took the book and flipped through it. On top of the book was a poem with a brush, and the handwriting was also quite exquisite.

Astonishingly, there were the poems he had recited before, such as "Incantation of the Plum", "Wishing the Moon to the Ancient", and so on.

However, every poem had been revised. For example, it had been changed to "Outside the inn, by the broken bridge", to "Outside the city, by the bridge", to "The moon above the sea", to "The moon above the sea" …

Basically, they all changed the words in Ye Fan's poems that the ma.s.ses did not understand into the world's relatively easy to understand things, locations, and allusions.

As for the other poems in the book, it was probably written by him. Ye Fan had also never seen them before, but they were obviously purposely mixed together and copied into a book of poems.

Ye Fan was speechless. He thought that this guy really had evidence, but wasn't he copying him instead? A thief calling for a thief!?