"What?"

Everyone's eyes widened and their expressions were very exciting.

Is there such a thing?

If you think about it carefully, it is indeed possible.

Every sentence of Wang Yu's poems is a masterpiece that will last through the ages. Even the sages of ancient times would not be able to copy it easily.

Moreover, the style of his poems is also somewhat different and does not seem to have been written by the same person.

If it is as Tang Bin said, then everything will make sense.

"Marquis Xuanwei brought these people back because they had the blood of ancient sages flowing in their bodies. Although it is very thin, if they are carefully cultivated, one or two peerless geniuses can occasionally be born.

However, Wang Yu accidentally discovered that these people were pregnant with the peerless poems written by ancient sages, so he obtained them one by one, preparing to make a sensation.

After the battle of Jiaofangsi, he became famous in one battle. In order to prevent the incident from being exposed, he went crazy and killed all the members of this clan. "

Tang Bin briefly explained the whole story.

Everyone looked at each other in shock, could such a thing happen?

Some people, even great scholars, still have a cold glint in their eyes. The ancient sages are the gods in their minds.

Their bloodline is extremely precious.

Occasionally, amazing people are born.

Wang Yu not only took away the poems of their ancestors and the glory that should belong to the saints, but also killed them all. This is much more serious than plagiarism.

If this matter is true, then even if Wang Yu has made great military exploits, even if he is the prince of Xuanwei Hou, they will still go to the Jinluan Palace.

By then, not even the queen can protect him.

"What a great story."

Bang bang bang, Wang Yu clapped his hands: "You are so good at editing, why don't you write a novel?"

"Wang Yu! Until now, you still don't admit it?"

Tang Bin looked at Wang Yu with burning eyes: "Are you really shameless?"

"well......"

Wang Yu let out a long sigh and sat back in his seat. He ignored Tang Bin and started eating and drinking on his own.

"Brother Yu! Eat this, it's delicious."

Ashue recommended food to him.

"Well, you eat too."

Wang Yu broke off a banana and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

Tang Bin was so angry that the three corpse gods jumped up. He shouted angrily: "Wang Yu! What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Are you mentally ill? I'm too lazy to talk to you."

Wang Yu glanced at him sideways, looked at Ji Ning who was sitting in the main seat, frowned and said:

"Ninth Princess, don't you care about this? Are you going to let this lunatic go crazy at your birthday party?"

Ninth Princess:......

"Tang Bin! Do you have any evidence?"

A great scholar looked at Tang Bin and said in a deep voice:

"No matter what happens, don't just say it casually. Wang Yu is a hero of counter-insurgency. If you bite like this casually, you will be held accountable later."

"Of course I have the evidence!"

Tang Bin bowed and bowed slightly, then looked at the middle-aged man who had been standing there:

"**, take out all your things. Don't be afraid. There are so many great scholars here, and they will certainly be able to avenge your dead people today."

The middle-aged man trembled all over, as if he had just come back to his senses. He fell to his knees with a plop, crying.

"My lords, please make the decision for the common people."

Everyone's expressions are slightly ugly, what is this?

Tang Bin's face also turned a little dark, and he was thinking in his mind, could it be that the scene here was too big and this guy was scared to death?

"Get the evidence, get the evidence!"

Tang Bin reminded in a low voice.

The middle-aged man finally came to his senses. He quickly untied his clothes, and the women subconsciously turned their heads away.

Wang Yu reached out directly and covered Ah Xue's eyes.

When the shirt was taken off, the man's back was exposed to everyone.

Hmm..., it's still fair and tender, but has some goosebumps.

Everyone looked at Tang Bin in confusion, what does this mean?

Is this called evidence?

Tang Bin felt proud, picked up the hot water on the table, and poured it directly.

The next moment, a miracle happened.

On the middle-aged man, fonts began to appear.

Soon, his back was densely covered with words.

"This is?"

Everyone's expressions changed slightly.

"This is the secret technique of their clan. This kind of tattoo is usually invisible, but once it is exposed to heat, the words will appear."

Tang Bin explained with a smile.

"This is somewhat magical."

Everyone leaned forward and carefully observed the words on it.

"This seems like a ** article!"

A great scholar touched his chin: "This kind of writing is a kind of writing in ancient times. It is very popular. Hey, wait, there is something tattooed on it..."

"That's right! What's tattooed on this are the poems that Wang Yu composed in Jiaofangsi that day. This is how their family used these poems to be passed down."

A proud smile appeared on Tang Bin's face. He looked at Wang Yu and shouted coldly: "Wang Yu, what else do you have to say?"

Wang Yu also covered Ah Xue's eyes and taught her not to look at certain things randomly to be careful of getting needle eyes.

He ignored Tang Bin's thoughts at all.

Tang Bin:......

"Mr. Tang, this doesn't seem to be considered evidence, does it?"

Princess Yongle couldn't stand it anymore and said:

"If I find a random person and use this technique to tattoo words on him, can all poems in the world be considered plagiarized?"

Tang Bin's expression changed severely.

The faces of Ji Ning and even Wan Yankang and others also became extremely ugly.

Their plans have been disrupted.

Originally, they were planning to expose Wang Yu's true colors through the poetry competition, and after confirming that he did not have peerless poetic talent, they would then introduce this person and completely define him as a plagiarist.

This ruined his reputation.

If that were the case, all this would be extremely convincing and no one would question it.

However, the problem now is that Wang Yu composed four poems in a row, demonstrating his unique poetic talent.

Under this premise, the evidence they presented seemed feeble, even a bit like a clumsy false accusation.

"I still have evidence!"

Tang Bin gritted his teeth, took out a picture from his arms, and displayed it in front of everyone.

The picture depicts surging waves and rolling rivers, which are majestic and shocking.

"This is what the sage painted when he returned home. How could he have painted such a magnificent scene if he had not seen it with his own eyes?

Although time has passed, things have changed, and the charm of the saints has disappeared from it, this painting has been preserved."

Tang Bin said lightly.

This was his last trump card and the most powerful evidence he used to convince Ji Ning and others.

"Little Marquis, should you explain?"

A great scholar asked directly.

It would be difficult to paint such a magnificent scene without seeing it with your own eyes.

However, as far as he knew, there was no such a raging river in the Shenwu Dynasty.

What this scroll depicts is probably the mother river that disappeared that year.

"Explain, explain what?"

Wang Yu looked at this great scholar with a somewhat evil look.

Isn't this thing's jump too obvious?

This guy has always been on the rise before.

He said he had no business dealings with Tang Bin, and even if he beat him to death, he wouldn't believe it.

"An inexplicable person got a picture scroll tattooed on his body that I wrote, and then he got a picture scroll from nowhere and started yelling that I plagiarized it? Are you sure there is nothing wrong with your brains?"
Chapter completed!