Good! My stupid son finally rebelled!

hiss.

hiss.

hiss.

Xiao Wen's words shocked everyone at the scene. Almost in the blink of an eye, everyone looked at Xiao Wen in front of them. No one expected that Xiao Wen would say such words.

Beating six sons to death?

Disloyal and unfilial?

Plagiarized poetry?

If Liuzi were charged with these crimes, he would surely be sentenced to death.

As Xiao Wen calmed down, he felt a chill in his face. No one had expected things to turn out to this point. Even Emperor Wu's originally relaxed expression now turned gloomy.

Staring at Xiao Wen in front of him, "What did you say? The iron horse and the icy river appeared in my dream. Was it you who did it?"

"Your Majesty, that is indeed the case."

As Xiao Wen whispered, he took out a bunch of things from his arms: "Your Majesty, these are traces left by the poems I created before."

"Your Majesty, please take a look."

When Xiao Wen said this, his eyes were full of determination: "Your Majesty, I never thought that this poem would be stolen to Kyoto just after it was created."

"It's really immoral."

"It's an insult to politeness."

"Your Majesty is wise and wise. You must clear my name."

Xiao Wen's face was full of anxiety. Emperor Wu said nothing, took the thing Liu Jin handed over, looked at it carefully, and a hint of frost appeared in his eyes: "Xiao Wen, you said you did this."

"Do you know Ghost Face?"

Ghost face?

Xiao Wen was stunned: "I don't know him."

"Since you don't know him, why do you say you did it?" Emperor Wu snorted, "Old Six has already admitted that this poem was passed down by Ghost Face, or are you Ghost Face?"

Ghost face?

Xiao Wen frowned: "Your Majesty, although I don't know who Guimian is, this poem was indeed written by me."

"It's true."

"I dare not hide it from your majesty."

Emperor Wu snorted: "Since you don't know Ghost Face, you want me to believe you with just this little knowledge. Did you write this poem?"

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"

Emperor Wu's furious words made none of his ministers dare to disobey. After all, at that time, no one present was aware of the twists and turns in the story. After all, the poem "Iron Horses and Ice Rivers" was truly magnificent.

During this period in Daqian, countless people took this poem as their motto.

The name of Ghost Face is also deeply rooted in people's hearts, and no one doubts Ghost Face at all.

however.

At this time someone jumped out and said that this was copied. Could it be that Ghost Face copied it?

Xiao Wen's expression did not change: "Your Majesty, although I don't know how this poem reached Guimian's ears."

"But when I finished this poem, I planned to tell His Majesty when I came to Beijing."

"But no one expected that some of my drafts were lost."

"I'm afraid it was stolen by a villain."

Xiao Wen said firmly, "If your majesty doesn't believe me, I can definitely confront that devil."

Confrontation?

Emperor Wu's eyes were filled with frost, and he cursed in his heart: "This old man really wants a position in the literary world, and he doesn't even care about his own face."

Emperor Wu is such a great man, how could he not see Xiao Wen's thoughts? After all, Daqian was divided into civil and military branches, and Xiao Wen was even known as one of the four great literary masters. Now, a ghost face suddenly appeared in the literary world.

Not to mention anything else, just the fact that the iron cavalry and the frozen river appeared in the dream has made the Daqian literary world progress by more than a hundred years.

How could these old guys not be jealous for their status? What Emperor Wu did not expect was that the first one to jump out would be...

Xiao Wen.

The hateful thing is that as an emperor, he cannot directly say that Xiao Wen is wrong. After all, no one can say this. Confrontation is the best way. Obviously, Xiao Wen is sure of this.

He bowed and whispered, "Your Majesty, I have lived a clean life and would never do such a shameful thing."

"I hope Your Majesty can clear my name."

"At the same time, it also clears the name of Daqian's literary world."

"Otherwise, if I let the students all over the world feel cold, how can I face the people of the world?"

Xiao Wen directly put on a high hat.

Xiao Yuanshan rolled his eyes and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Xiao holds a pivotal position in the Daqian literary world and has made great contributions to the Daqian literary world throughout his life."

"Now that Mr. Xiao has said so, I think there must be a reason."

"Your Majesty, I suggest that Ghost Face confront Xiao Wen."

When Xiao Yuanshan finished speaking, the other ministers at the scene also echoed him, "Your Majesty, I second the motion."

"Your Majesty, I second the proposal."

……

Soon, voices of seconding the motion continued to sound, and Xiao Yuanshan was ecstatic at this moment: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, even if you have outstanding thinking, even if you know that Xiao Wen did it on purpose, you can't do anything."

"Xiao Wen plays an important role in the Daqian literary world, and you can't just kill him."

"If Xiao Wen dies, things will be troublesome."

"You don't want all the students to describe you as a tyrant, do you?"

Xiao Yuanshan's purpose is to lure out Ghost Face. As long as he appears in the Daqian court, he can issue an assassination order, and no matter who kind of god Ghost Face is, he will be completely destroyed.

This game!

No solution.

Emperor Wu obviously saw what everyone was thinking. His expression did not change. He only tapped the table lightly with his fingers and looked around at everyone: "Do you think you must confront each other?"

Xiao Yuanshan bowed and said, "Your Majesty, whether it's Guimian or Xiao Wen, they are all great writers of Daqian. We must not be careless."

"I believe there must be some misunderstanding here."

"I hope Your Majesty can personally judge and put an end to this farce."

Xiao Yuanshan's words also received support from many people. Emperor Wu narrowed his eyes, very unhappy. At this time, the guards outside the door ran over and said, "Your Majesty, the Sixth Prince has arrived."

Sixth child!

Emperor Wu's eyes sparkled: "Let the Sixth Prince come to the palace to talk."

Emperor Wu had a glimmer of hope in his heart: "Sixth Brother, you have always been able to escape unscathed from the difficulties of the Northern Zhou barbarians, the accusations of Xiao Yuanshan, and even the ridicule of the ministers."

"Even smallpox can be suppressed by you."

"Now it depends on whether you can surprise me."

"It's a good opportunity to borrow Xiao Wen's hand to see how much you have hidden."

When Emperor Wu calmed down, Ling Tian, ​​supported by Chu Wan'er, staggered into the hall. He looked very weak, as if he was about to fall at any time.

Xiao Wen looked at Ling Tian with disdain in his eyes; "This boy is disloyal and unfilial, he is really a complete villain."

Although Ling Tian pretended to be weak, the moment he entered the hall, he had already noticed everyone's expressions, especially Xiao Wen, who couldn't help but look at him twice.

"Why is this guy looking at me like that?"

"Do I have a grudge against him?"

"But he should be Xiao Yu's grandfather."

"Xiao Wen is a role model for Guanzhong students."

Ling Tian suppressed his thoughts and took a step forward, ready to kneel down and salute. The Emperor Wu couldn't bear it and said, "Sixth Brother, you have just recovered from a serious illness. I allow you to go to the palace without courtesy."

"Thank you, Father." Ling Tian pretended to be grateful. Emperor Wu whispered, "Sixth Brother, before, you recited a poem in the hall, "Iron Horses and Ice Rivers Come into My Dreams", which caused a sensation in the literary world of Daqian."

"Now."

"Xiao Wen, who is known as one of the four great writers of Daqian, publicly accused you of stealing his poems and deceiving the world."

"Let me ask you, is this true?"

Although Emperor Wu's words were very light, his gaze was always on Ling Tian, ​​as if he was waiting for Ling Tian to say something different. Xiao Wen also turned and looked at Ling Tian, ​​with a gleam in his eyes.

Almost.

Ling Tian became the focus of attention at the scene. Everyone was waiting for Ling Tian to explain. Chu Wan'er even touched Ling Tian's arm gently, signaling Ling Tian to say no. However, at this moment.

Ling Tian fell to his knees with a thud and shouted, "Your Majesty, I am guilty."

“This poem is indeed not written by myself.”