I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

The frail scholar recalled the instructions his uncle had given him and suddenly realized he had said the wrong thing. His expression became unusually worried and flustered.

At this moment.

Fang Xiaoxiao stepped onto the square table, glanced at everyone, and then spoke loudly.

"You people, open your dog eyes and take a good look. Am I ugly? Am I fat?"

Her tone was extremely angry, as if she wanted to tear the person who spread the rumors to pieces.

Russian qing.

Those who spread rumors that Fang Xiaoxiao was ugly and fat all looked extremely ugly and lowered their heads in silence.

On the contrary, Li Mubai's true fans spoke up and retorted.

"So it was you! You shameless woman, have you no shame? How could our Mu Bai possibly plagiarize your poems? If you wrote 'When Will the Moon Be Bright?', why don't you dare to challenge our Mu Bai!"

"She must be trying to ride on Mu Bai's fame. What a shameless woman."

"If she's so capable, she should prove herself. I bet she's having an affair with this scholar and using him to slander our Mu Bai. This woman is truly vicious and shameless."

"?"

Is this what a brainless fan is like?

Fang Xiaoxiao coldly wanted to explain.

At this moment, Li Mubai's face had turned very ugly. The reason was that his poem "When Will the Moon Be Bright?" was indeed copied.

The plagiarized work is "Shuidiao Getou" from the stage screen in the lobby of Wenyue Pavilion.

Once, he accompanied a distinguished guest to Wenyue Pavilion. Upon seeing the poems written on the screen, he asked the shopkeeper who had written them.

The shopkeeper, however, said that it was just something written on the spur of the moment by an unknown person, and that person never came back to this place after that.

Therefore, he thought that even so, he might as well rewrite it himself, which would also be a way to promote that nameless person.

Who would have thought that such a casual rewrite would attract so many admirers?

And that nameless person never appeared.

By this time, he had long since put the matter out of his mind and believed that the poem was indeed his own work.

However, today, this matter has caused a great deal of controversy.

Li Mubai didn't want to live like he used to, not only impoverished but also constantly ridiculed as a good-for-nothing.

Therefore, even if someone comes forward to claim that he wrote it, he certainly cannot admit that the poems were plagiarized.

"I originally did not want to get involved in this matter, after all, the innocent are innocent, but you, a scholar, are full of nonsense and slander my innocence, which is a disgrace to the integrity of a scholar."

After saying that, he immediately turned around and looked up at Fang Xiaoxiao.

“Miss Fang, what do you mean by this? You insulted my painstakingly written poem earlier, but I did not hold it against you. How can you now be so shameless as to claim that this poem was written by you?”

"..."

Damn, you know how to take things out of context.

Fang Xiaoxiao was speechless for a while, never expecting that Li Mubai was such a complete hypocrite.

"I didn't mean anything by it, but I felt displeased when people talked about my appearance. As for the poem you wrote, 'When Will the Moon Be Bright?' it is indeed similar to my poem, 'Prelude to Water Melody.'"

As she spoke, she quickly added another sentence.

"Hey, I'm not targeting Li Bai, I'm just saying that none of you here could possibly write a better poem than 'Shuidiao Getou'!"

These words immediately caused a huge uproar.

Those angry young people talk incessantly; they should be condemned.

Li Mubai's brainless fans are even more furious that their idol has been insulted, and they want to fight to the death with him.

As for the onlookers, they chuckled and laughed, since it had nothing to do with them, and they just enjoyed the show.

The frail scholar saw his uncle's mouth and learned that Fang Xiaoxiao was alive.

He strode over to him and looked up at him.

"You, you are really Madam Fang?"

"Yes, it's the real deal."

Fang Xiaoxiao lowered her head and looked at the pale-faced scholar in front of her, who had a slightly shabby appearance.

He wasn't particularly good-looking, but he wasn't ugly either; he was hard to spot in a crowd.

But the other person has a very distinctive feature: a mole between his eyebrows, which is quite noticeable.

The scholar clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and bowed slightly.

"My name is Zhu Chonglai, courtesy name Zaisheng. I am from Jiangnan. The manager of Wenyue Pavilion is my uncle. Ever since I read your poem 'Shuidiao Getou', I have been even more eager to see you in person."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his words flowed endlessly.

Fortunately, Fang Xiaoxiao interrupted.

"Stop, stop, you don't need to worship me like this. I'm just expressing my feelings."

Li Mubai snorted coldly and then said.

"Madam Fang, do you really think my 'When Will the Moon Be Bright' is plagiarized, or do you believe that no one has ever seen Wenyue Pavilion's rubbish 'Shuidiao Getou,' which is the same as my work?"

He spoke calmly and slowly, his expression sweeping over everyone.

In his mind, Wenyue Pavilion was not a place for ordinary people, and none of those present knew about it.

If this is certain, then there is no need to worry.

“I have been to Wenyue Pavilion. Just a few days ago, Manager Zhu invited me there. While enjoying tea and medicinal cuisine, I saw the inscription on the screen in the main hall.”

"When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace..."

"Such fine words should be known to all, but unfortunately Manager Zhu is unwilling to make them public and has promised his friend that they will only be shown to Wenyue Pavilion."

"Alas, what a pity, what a waste!"

A man dressed in fine clothes, with a belt inlaid with blue, green and ruby ​​gems, playing with two walnuts in his hands, walked slowly.

He had a very cheerful appearance, with a round face, small eyes, smooth lips, and no stubble.

Fang Xiaoxiao saw this person and felt that he looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember him at all for the time being.

On the contrary, some people recognized the person and whispered among themselves.

"Isn't this the richest man in China, Wang? What he says must be right."

"Did you hear that? The poem he just recited is very similar to one written by Li Mubai, but it has a more unique charm."

"What charm? That's clearly even better, on a completely different level from Li Mubai, like the difference between dog shit and gold."

"No, that's absolutely impossible. Our Mu Bai is the original creator. That bullshit 'Shuidiao Getou' is definitely plagiarized from our Mu Bai."

Um, can I call this what a die-hard fan is? Even at this point, they still believe in their idol as always.

No wonder when a certain popular celebrity was exposed for a major scandal, his die-hard fans still defended him, refusing to believe their idol was that kind of person. In the end, the idol who created "Big Bowl Wide Noodles" is now working as a sewing machine in prison.

Fang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but complain in her heart; she really didn't understand these fans' behavior.

This group of people are so concerned about an idol whose name they don't even know, and they're even cheering for him. They're practically sick.

Despite the complaints, I do have something to say; it's time to show my true skills.

She cleared her throat and raised her voice.

"Stop it!"