Have you copied a few wrong poems?!

As soon as the sound fell, the originally noisy Puliu Lane immediately became silent as dead.

There is no doubt that this is definitely a huge accusation!

If we want to make sure, then everything Ye Ping has at this moment will turn into a bubble.

Not only that, he will be despised by all the sisters in Puliu Lane!

"Who said that? Get out of here!"

"The existence like Grand Master Li didn't say anything. Who dares to say that Ye Ping copied it?"

"Get out and let's see who said such words without knowing what he said?"

The night-time people gathered around Ye Ping were all furious, looking around, word by word, and shouting coldly.

"It's me! Why, aren't you convinced? The Grand Master didn't recognize it. What's so strange about it, because his poem was copied from ancient books!"

After falling down one by one, a figure walked out of the crowd and appeared in front of everyone.

Shiyu?!

Ye Ping looked at the sound, and immediately saw that the person who made this criticism at this moment was not someone else, but the guy Shi Yu.

And when he saw him, the ripples that had originally rippled in Ye Ping's heart had turned to peace at this moment.

He thought he had met his fellow travelers who came from later generations like himself.

But Shiyu, obviously, is not.

The only explanation for the other party doing this is two words:

envy!

"Shi Yu! The little marquis of the Marquis of Ding'an!"

"It turned out to be him. I heard that he came to Puliu Lane tonight and spent a lot of money to meet Tanchun, but was rejected. Then he went to the Jiaofangsi and threw out another generation of pearls to meet the Twelve Beauties, but he was rejected again!"

At the same time, there was also a low noise in the crowd, revealing Shi Yu’s experience tonight.

"I'm meeting again. It seems that the treatment for the Marquis of Ding'an's house is good. It will recover as soon as it was before. I have the strength to come to visit Puliu Lane!"

Ye Ping heard the sound, looked at Shi Yu playfully and said lightly.

"It's useless to get close to me! You don't know what he copied, because what he copied was all out of print ancient books, which were buried in the pearls that splashed in the dust in the long river of time! Even my father was accidentally moving when he was fighting in the north of Mo. He found several collapsed caves and saw them inside."

When Shi Yu heard these words, his expression became cold, his eyes became even more angry. He looked around and said lightly.

Just as those people were talking about it just now, he came to Puliuxiang tonight, intending to have a good time, and by the way, he became famous in Puliuxiang and let people know the heroic spirit of his little marquis of Ding'an.

But no one knew that although he spent a lot of money and even took out a bag of pearls, no one cared about it.

All the people he wants to meet must meet Ye Ping!

This feeling made him feel as if Ye Ping took away the big dark horse that day, making him angry and making him uncomfortable!

He didn't want to see this annoying guy, and he would be so popular again!

So, after thinking about it, he wanted to pour a basin of cold water on Ye Ping when the fire was the most popular and cooking oil!

No, pour a pot of shit and urine on him!

Even if the fire is burned again, it will not escape the stench!

"I heard that a few years ago, there was an earthquake in the north of Mo. Several ancient caves were discovered, and many out-of-print ancient books were found in it..."

"That kind of poem is indeed like a star in the sky. If you get one by one, it is not easy to pick two one after another. Moreover, the emotions are different, it is indeed strange..."

"Can you, Lord Ye..."

As Shi Yu's words fell, the crowd around him immediately became a little noisy, and many Puliuxiang sisters looked at Ye Ping with more suspicion.

The poems written by Ye Ping are indeed too unusual, and he has never had any reputation before!

Moreover, they have never heard of Ye Ping's amazing achievements in articles, nor have they heard of them.

If it is just a skillful hand, it is already a blessing for most people to get it once. If it is a chance to get it twice, it would be a bit weird!

At this moment, the same thought had arisen in everyone's mind:

Could these poems be copied?

"What do you mean is that my poems are copied from ancient books? So what evidence do you have?"

Ye Ping raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, and said lightly.

"Of course there is evidence, I have ancient books to prove it!" Shi Yu's loud voice attracted a loud noise. After everyone looked at Ye Ping with even more suspicious eyes, they changed their subject and said, "However, all the evidence is in Mobei. If you want to see it, I will get it quickly."

"So, you don't have any real evidence at hand, you're just slandering my name out of thin air..."

Ye Ping raised his eyebrows and smiled, looked at Shi Yu mockingly, and said lightly.

"If it is really a famous name, it will naturally be defiled!" Shi Yu glanced at Ye Ping indifferently and continued: "I'm afraid it's always stigmatized, and I don't need others to be defiled!"

"Hahaha, it's well said, it's just a word of falsehood!"

Ye Ping listened to Shi Yu's words and raised his head and laughed loudly, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"You'd better think about how to prove yourself!"

Shi Yu sneered twice with disdain.

"Self-proof? OK, let me ask you, how many poems are there in ancient books?"

Ye Ping raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

"There are..." Shi Yugang was about to say two songs, but after his eyes changed, he said, "There are many songs, but I only remember these two songs."

"Hahaha, you only remember two poems, but they were the two poems I made. That's really a coincidence."

Ye Ping raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"I naturally remember these two songs well done, and as for the others, that's very ordinary."

Shi Yu was speechless for a while, and then he evaded randomly.

"The others are very ordinary, so you can't remember?" As soon as Shi Yu said this, Shen Yueling, who had a frost on his face, looked down at Shi Yu and said coldly: "Then what you mean is, if Ye Ping has a better poem, it can prove that he didn't copy it?"

"Yes, it's natural that Lord Ye copied it or wrote a poem he made himself!

"Poetry is like the stars in the sky. It can only be seen from afar and is difficult to pick. Lord Ye has already picked two of them. How easy is it to pick them again?"

"Difficult! Difficult as bright as the sky!"

When the sisters in Puliuxiang heard this, they shook their heads and all of them were dissatisfied with Ye Ping.
Chapter completed!