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"Your Highness, you mean that someone else wrote this poem, so that Fang Hongye can surpass the talented people from the south of the Yangtze River?" Yang Xuehai was startled, looked around and said, "But who could have written this poem?"

"Aren't you sitting there?"

Zhou Jingyu pointed to Fang Yuanxi, who was sitting on the second floor with her face covered with a veil. She had written something before and gave it to Fang Hongye, and he went down to the stage to read the poem. It was obviously Fang Yuanxi who did it.

"Master Fang's adopted daughter!" Wu Mu was shocked, and Yang Xuehai didn't believe it.

"How about it, can you make a better poem than this one?"

Fang Hongye on the stage had a look on his face, and the Jiangnan talent Zhao Lezhang in front of him frowned. After a cup of tea, he still couldn't think of a better poem than Fang Hongye's. The talented people in the audience cheered: "Come down quickly. …”

Suddenly Zhao Lezhang stared and looked at Fang Hongye: "Did you make this poem?"

As soon as these words came out, the talented people and beauties present were stunned. They looked at Hongye on the stage and suddenly thought about how he could write such a good poem with his talent.

"Huh, it turns out you cheated."

Zhao Lezhang sneered. He had met Fang Hongye before, and knowing his talent, he would definitely not be able to write such a good poem. "Are you talented people in the capital like this? That is too disappointing."

The local talents in the audience looked ugly. Facing Zhao Lezhang's sarcasm, they were very annoyed. Fang Hongye shouted: "Master Fang, who wrote this poem?"

"That's right. If it's true that you cheated, then you are too discrediting to us people in the capital."

The talented people in the audience denounced Fang Hongye one after another, thinking that his behavior was too shameful.

"Shut up."

Fang Hongye shouted: "This poem is indeed not written by me!"

"really."

Zhao Lezhang sneered, and many talented people in the audience glared at Fang Hongye: "Shameless, get out of here, don't embarrass us Beijing people again..."

"I haven't finished speaking yet."

Fang Hongye shouted to the loudest talent, and then turned to look at Zhao Lezhang in front of him: "But we are from the capital who wrote this poem. It was written with the title on the spot!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked at each other and shouted: "Who is it? Mr. Fang, tell me quickly."

Fang Hongye smiled, then pointed with his big hand, it was Fang Yuanxi on the second floor, and said with a smile: "This is written by my younger sister Fang Yuanxi!"

"What, it was written by a woman!"

The talented people present exclaimed and looked at Fang Yuanxi sitting on the second floor. Faced with so many different looks, she lowered her head uncomfortably.

"It's really her."

Yang Xuehai on the third floor opened his mouth, while Zhou Jingyu smiled and looked at Fang Yuanxi with admiration.

"Is it really written by your younger sister?" Zhao Lezhang was surprised and couldn't believe that this poem was written by a woman.

"Xinjue, drop the poem."

"it is good."

Zhang Xinjue, who was sitting on it, immediately threw down the poem and rice paper written by Fang Yuanxi. Fang Hongye took it and handed it to Zhao Lezhang who didn't believe it: "The ink is not dry yet, do you want to check it out?"

Zhao Lezhang took it and stared at the ink on the rice paper. It was the poem Fang Hongye had just read.

"Everyone has heard that my sister Yuan Xi, who is speechless, said that I would come down and read this poem on her behalf." Fang Hongye said with a smile.

"I have indeed heard of it, and Master Fang's daughter is still an adopted daughter."

"It turns out he is mute. What a pity."

"Yes, with such a talent, if he were not mute, he would surely amaze everyone..."

The talented people in the audience looked at Fang Yuanxi who was covered with a veil on the second floor. They were naturally speechless and repelled many people's thoughts.

"Jiangnan's great talent, are you convinced now?"

Fang Hongye looked at the stunned Zhao Lezhang, snatched the rice paper back from his hand and gave it to the boy in Moyuanlou. It was the shopkeeper who came out and said with a smile: "With the title of Han Mei, Master Fang's daughter Fang Yuan Xisheng, this poem will be Hang it on the Moyuan Pavilion list tomorrow so that the talented people in the capital can appreciate it and circulate it for three days!"

For a while, there was constant applause. Although Fang Yuanxi was a mute, everyone still appreciated her talent.

"Walk."

Zhou Jingyu, who was on the third floor, couldn't wait to go down to the second floor and came to Fang Yuanxi. When Zhang Xinjue and Zhang Yuanyi saw him, they thought he looked familiar. When they recognized him, they immediately exclaimed: "The Eighth Prince... pays homage to His Highness..."

Oh my God, it's the Eighth Prince Zhou Jingyu...

"Meet His Highness the Eighth Prince..."

For a moment, everyone in the audience knelt down, including Fang Hongye and Zhao Lezhang below the stage. Looking at Zhou Jingyu on the second floor, Fang Hongye raised his eyebrows, but he remembered that five years ago, Yuan Xi entered the palace and fell into the water. It seemed that he was the eighth prince. Saved her.

Of course Fang Yuanxi also knelt down and lowered his head.

"Get up."

Zhou Jingyu shouted, and everyone present stood up. The talented and beautiful ladies were excited. They did not expect that the Eighth Prince would come to Moyuan Tower tonight.

"Do you still remember me?"

Zhou Jingyu looked at Fang Yuanxi who was getting up and asked with a smile.

Fang Yuanxi glanced at him slightly, lowered his head and nodded.

"I haven't seen you for five years. You have grown so much, and your talent surpasses all the talents in the room. I admire you very much." Zhou Jingyu said with a smile.

Such words made all the talented and beautiful people present feel jealous and envious of Fang Yuanxi.

"Your Highness, it's getting late, do we have to go back?" Yang Xuehai said slightly.

Zhou Jingyu nodded, then smiled and said to Fang Yuanxi, "I'll invite you to the palace later."

"Farewell to His Highness the Eighth Prince..."

Everyone saluted and watched Zhou Jingyu, Wu Mu, Yang Xuehai and the others leave. After leaving Moyuan Tower, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yuanxi, are you okay?"

Fang Hongye quickly ran up, pulled his sister and asked.

Fang Yuanxi shook his head and smiled, and Fang Hongye breathed a sigh of relief: "I didn't expect His Highness the Eighth Prince to be here."

"It's getting late, let's go back, so as not to be discovered by dad."

Seeing that it was early, Fang Hongye took Fang Yuanxi out of Moyuan Tower and went back home.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Fang Liang standing at the door of Fang Yuanxi's room with a dark face. Fang Hongye was so frightened that he turned around and ran away...

"Stop, you brat, you're still running."

Fang Liang went up, gave Fang Hongye a hard kick in the butt, and scolded: "It's okay for you to go out and fool around. If you take Yuan Xi out, believe it or not, I'll skin you."

"Dad, Dad, I was wrong, there won't be a next time..."

Fang Hongye ran fast, dodged Fang Liang a few times and escaped, leaving Fang Yuanxi scratching his forehead. Fang Liang turned to look at her and said angrily: "Yuanxi, why did you go out with him in the middle of the night? If What to do if anything happens.”

Fang Yuanxi had no choice but to admit her mistake and said in sign language: "I'm sorry, Dad. I don't blame my brother. It was Yuanxi who asked him to take me out to play."

"Okay, okay, don't plead for him. I don't know what his virtue is." Fang Liang sighed, reluctant to blame Yuan Xi, and gave up: "Go and have a rest."

Fang Yuanxi smiled and said in sign language: "Dad, please go and rest quickly. We won't go to court until tomorrow."

"Yeah." Fang Liang nodded before turning back.

Fang Yuanxi returned to her room and lay on the bed. The handsome face of the eighth prince Zhou Jingyu could not help but appear in her mind, which made her blush with embarrassment.

Doomed to be sleepless tonight...