The harem is full of gossip, Your Majesty, you are cheating

A masterpiece about lotus?

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Yue Hua's lips.

He brought with him thousands of years of culture. What kind of masterpieces has he not seen?

Yue Lin is offering his face to him to be hit!

Then he could only accept it with a smile!

"Is it my royal brother's poem?" Yue Hua asked with a smile.

Yue Lin shook his head: "That's not the case. It was written by someone else. I thought it was good, so I wrote it down."

"Oh? Then I'm all ears." Yue Hua smiled, trying hard to hide the disdain in his eyes.

Yue Lin glanced at Yue Hua, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he said word by word: "The spring eye silently cherishes the trickle."

"The spring eye cherishes the trickle silently."

"The spring eye cherishes the trickle silently."

The eunuchs passed this first sentence down layer by layer.

Everyone's expression could not help but change slightly.

This first line of poetry was quite interesting, but it was only interesting and not enough to shock them.

boom!

Yue Hua's body shook suddenly, and the inkstone on the table was swept to the ground by him!

Yue Hua looked at Yue Lin in disbelief.

The spring eye silently cherishes the trickle?

Isn't this the poem he was planning to write?

How did Yue Lin know this!

Did someone spread his manuscript of poems?

Yuehua suddenly looked at the young eunuch who was grinding ink beside him!

The young eunuch's face turned pale and he couldn't help shivering.

What's happening here!

The poem that the emperor read out was exactly the same as the one that An Hewang had just written!

No, that's not right.

Yuehua shook his head.

This little eunuch is the queen mother's man, so there is no reason for him to pass the message to Yue Lin.

Even if he had a problem, he had been standing beside him without moving, and there was no channel for him to pass on the message!

"Fifth brother, isn't this poem good? Why do you look so ugly all of a sudden?" As the queen, Jiang Zhimiao couldn't help but look worried and concerned.

Yuehua's reaction aroused the curiosity of those around him.

The Fourth Prince next to him leaned over to take a look, and suddenly said in surprise: "Your Majesty, how come the poem you just read is exactly the same as the one written by Prince Anhe?"

Exactly the same?

The whole audience was in an uproar, and everyone came over curiously.

"Oh?" Yue Lin seemed very shocked. "How is this possible? Someone presented this poem "Little Pond" to me a few days ago. The Lotus Appreciation Banquet was a sudden idea of ​​mine, and An Hewang also had the inspiration at the last minute. Could this person's inspiration be exactly the same?"

"Your Majesty, you are joking. How could such a ridiculous thing happen?" Jiang Zhimiao said, "It must be some misunderstanding."

Yue Hua's face looked ugly!

He stared at Yue Lin intently.

This is poetry from his world. How could anyone in this world know about it?

Could it be that there is a second time traveler?

No, absolutely impossible!

I have been copying for so many years. If there is a second time traveler, how could he have waited until now to come out!

The only possibility is that Yue Lin somehow got his manuscript in advance.

But I only wrote the first two sentences!

The real essence of this poem lies in the last two lines.

If Yue Lin is capable, just recite the whole poem!

Thinking of this, Yuehua calmed down.

He said calmly, "Your Majesty, you must be joking with me. I just came up with this poem when I was admiring the lotus! The complete version of this poem only exists in my mind and has never been written. Your Majesty said that someone had presented this poem a few days ago. This is absolutely impossible!"

Yuehua said it with absolute certainty.

Everyone's expression suddenly became subtle.

and so.

How did the Emperor get Prince Anhe's manuscript in advance?

Your Majesty, this is really too obvious.

After all, Yuehua is recognized as a man of great talent. Just looking at the first two sentences, this is far from the famous sentences he wrote before. There is no need for him to lie.

"Fifth brother, what you mean is that there is no possibility that anyone else would know this poem?" Yue Lin asked without denying it.

Yue Hua sneered and said firmly: "Absolutely impossible! Brother Huang, please don't joke like this again."

"But, someone really presented the whole poem a few days ago." Yue Lin looked a little embarrassed.

"Oh? I only got two sentences." Yue Hua sneered: "Brother, why don't you tell me what the last two sentences that person offered are?"

Yuehua directly spread out his manuscript.

He felt that Yue Lin was simply too ridiculous. He even dared to make up such a lie. Wasn't he afraid that he would be exposed at any minute?

Everyone looked at the manuscript.

"The spring eye cherishes the trickle silently."

"The shade of the tree shines on the water and the gentle sunshine is in my heart."

These are the first two sentences.

It describes the scenery.

Neat, vivid and interesting.

Yue Lin sighed: "I don't know what's going on, but the first two lines of the poem this person presented are exactly the same as these two. As for the last two lines..."

Yue Lin paused and spoke slowly.

"Little lotus has just shown its sharp horns, and dragonflies have already stood on it."

Yue Hua's pupils suddenly shrank!

He raised his eyes and looked at Yue Lin in disbelief.

It's exactly the same!

Not a word is wrong!

how can that be!

Others couldn't help but savor it.

"The lotus leaves have just budded, and a dragonfly has already landed on them. It's wonderful, one just budded, and the other already exists. It was originally a fleeting moment, but it can be recorded in such a fun way."

"What's even better is that there are many young talents here today. The phrase 'young lotus has just begun to show its tip' also means that young people are showing their talents."

"It's very meaningful and timeless!"

The whole poem was also read out by the young eunuchs and spread throughout the banquet.

Listening to the sound of reciting poems one after another, Yue Hua's face looked a little ugly, and he became visibly flustered.

This is not right!

He is a traveler!

Is the only protagonist!

How could there be anyone else who knew this poem besides him!

Yue Lin looked at Yue Hua and asked sincerely, "Are the last two lines of your poem different from the last two lines of this person's poem? Does your poem have better lines?"

Yuehua's body was trembling slightly.

Better verses?

Not to mention that this poem has long stood the test of time in his world.

Even if there were better verses, could he have come up with them?

"Or..." Yue Lin paused and continued to ask, "Your thoughts are exactly the same as this person's?"

Everyone was appreciating poetry just now.

At this moment, he suddenly reacted.

The looks in everyone's eyes when they looked at Yue Hua couldn't help but become a little subtle.

The emperor said that he had received this poem a few days ago.

However, Wang Anhe kept saying that this was a coincidence he had just made while admiring the lotus flowers!

There are some contradictions between the two people's statements.

But the emperor recited the whole poem calmly.

The whole poem is so natural that it cannot be divided.

The emperor knew about the poem that Prince Anhe had not yet written.

I'm afraid someone really did offer a poem.

What about An and Wang?

Isn't he just...

Do you keep saying that other people's works are your own accidental creations?

"Impossible, impossible." Yuehua was still muttering to himself.

This is the first time he has encountered such a big crisis since he traveled through this world!

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Yue Lin with red eyes: "I have many works, many of which are handed down from generation to generation. Although this poem is good, it is not worth my grabbing it! There must be some misunderstanding here."

Everyone couldn't help but nod.

There are too many works by An and Wang. There are also many works that can surpass Xiaochi's. There is really no need to snatch others' works.

"About this lotus." Yue Hua gritted his teeth: "In addition to this poem, I have another poem!"

In order to prove himself, he couldn't wait to read it out.

"After all, the scenery of Cheng Lake in June is different from that in other seasons."

He just finished speaking.

Yue Lin's voice rang out.

"Fifth brother, someone has also presented this poem."