Reborn on the day of marriage! After the marriage exchange, the elder sister went crazy

idiot!

Seeing Li Pengxuan's expression, a word came to Li Jinglan's mind.

In her previous life, she would rather bear the bad reputation of sibling discord than sever ties with Li Pengxuan.

Just because Li Pengxuan is an idiot!

"You are trying in vain to frame your brother-in-law with the excuse of cheating in the imperial examination." Li Jinglan stared at Li Pengxuan and said slowly, "After this matter is investigated, I will report to my parents and sever the relationship between you and me."

"I framed you?" Li Pengxuan almost laughed out loud.

"He doesn't dare to admit what he did, but instead he says I framed him?"

"You said he got the imperial examination questions in advance. Where is the evidence?" Li Jinglan asked.

Li Pengxuan straightened his chest and said, "Haven't you seen the evidence? It's in my arms? Untie me and I'll show it to you with my own hands."

Li Jinglan stepped forward and took out the "manuscript" from Li Pengxuan's arms.

"Is this it?" Li Jinglan held the manuscript between two fingers, with a cold look on her lips.

"This is the handwritten manuscript of my brother-in-law, your husband!" Li Pengxuan held his head high.

"Whether it is a manuscript or not, you have no say!" Li Jinglan held the manuscript in both hands and handed it to Yin Zhihai, "I beg my uncle to check it."

Yin Zhihai took it and just glanced at it, then shook his head and laughed: "This is not Bozhou's handwriting at all."

"How could it not be? They all say it's my brother-in-law's handwriting!"

Li Pengxuan felt that Yin Zhihai was protecting Lu Bozhou today, and he was extremely anxious. He repeated again, "This is my brother-in-law's handwriting."

Lu Shenyan also leaned over to take a look.

He had never seen Lu Bozhou's handwriting.

But the handwriting is not very good.

If Lu Bozhou could only write this character, he would not be able to win the first place.

To be awarded the title of Huiyuan, one must not only write good articles, but also good handwriting.

"Who told you that this was your brother-in-law's handwriting?" Li Jinglan asked again.

Li Pengxuan was silent for a moment, and said with great loyalty, "I can't betray my friends."

"But you were able to frame your brother-in-law!" Li Jinglan continued.

Yin Zhihai glanced at Li Pengxuan and said thoughtfully, "Have you ever seen Bozhou write with your own eyes?"

“…Never seen it.” Li Pengxuan shook his head.

"Then who told you that this was Bozhou's handwriting?" Yin Zhihai's tone was very kind, but his words were sharp, "Lu Bozhou's several imperial examination essays are all stored in the government office. He was the first in the provincial examination that I personally selected. I was there when he handed in his paper, and the examiners were also there."

"Lu Bozhou's articles and writings are clearly visible."

"And you told me that this manuscript is in Lu Bozhou's handwriting?"

Yin Zhihai chuckled: "For your sister's sake, explain the matter clearly here, so as to avoid going to court and suffering physical pain."

"..." No matter how stupid Li Pengxuan was, he felt something was wrong at this moment and was stunned.

Lu Bozhou took a look at Yin Zhihai's hand and said, "It's a very poor imitation."

"How do you know this is a fake?" Li Pengxuan retorted subconsciously, "Everyone in Nanli County knows that your previous exam manuscripts are kept at Lu Cunren's house. Could it be that the one he took out is a fake?"

Lu Cunren?

Lu Cunren again?

The self-control that Lu Bozhou had worked so hard to cultivate under Li Jinglan was almost broken.

After sparing Lu Cunren's life, they actually wanted to harm him by cheating in the imperial examination?

Lu Bozhou narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "I was imprisoned and abused by Lu Xuande's family for four years. I stopped writing after my eyesight became blurry."

"Later I learned that Lu Cunren was secretly imitating my handwriting."

“From that day on, I started practicing calligraphy, and my calligraphy became completely different from before!”

"After being rescued by your sister, I have never appeared in front of anyone."

"We are preparing for this day!"

Except for the correspondence with Li Jinglan, which he wrote himself, all the other things he did, such as annotations on articles or letters for others, were written by Wang Yongqing and Lu Ping.

Even when he wrote the poem at the Lu Ming Banquet, he claimed that he had an eye disease at the time, and he recited it while Wang Yongqing copied it.

Li Pengxuan was stunned.

Imitation?

Was that so-called imperial examination cheating article imitated by Lu Cunren?

"No, no! Lu Cunren is in jail in Wangju County. How could he possibly see your winning essay? Since he can't see it, he can't imitate it at all."

"Since you knew he was in prison, why did you hang out with him?" Lu Bozhou asked.

Li Pengxuan is speechless.

"I..." Li Pengxuan lowered his head, "It was Lu Cunren's father who said that this article was written by you before."

Lu Bozhou snorted coldly, "Others may not know about my relationship with the Lu family, but you also don't know? Will my article be given to Lu Xuande and his son?"

Li Pengxuan asked stupidly, "But Lu Cunren is in jail, he can't possibly know your article."

"He is in jail, not dead!" Lu Bozhou retorted.

Yin Zhihai understood and shook his head: "Take him back and let his parents decide."

"It's still not right! You said it's not your handwriting, then you have to write a few words to prove to me whether this handwriting is yours, right?"

Li Pengxuan just shouted here.

Li Jinglan slapped him in the face: "Why should he prove it to you?"

"Whoever falsely accuses you must provide evidence! Since you believe that this handwriting belongs to Bozhou, then you should find evidence."

“……” Li Pengxuan stared at Li Jinglan blankly.

……

When Li Wu and Li Chengyue arrived at Jingzhao Prefecture in a carriage, they happened to see the yamen runners driving out Li Pengxuan and several scholars.

The ropes on Li Pengxuan were not untied and he was tied up like a dumpling.

Mrs. Li Wu was furious: "Li Jinglan, how dare you hurt my son!"

Li Chengyue was somewhat rational and pulled Li Wushi aside: "Don't you even look at where we are?"

Hearing his parents' voices, Li Pengxuan burst into tears: "Mom and Dad, save me."

Li Wu could no longer control herself and rushed over: "My son, you were framed by your sister today." She hugged Li Pengxuan and cried.

Several scholars from the same poetry club read it from beginning to end and already understood what was going on.

They all glared at Li Pengxuan with contempt, "Li Pengxuan, you framed your own brother-in-law, and caused us to be pissed off by the prefect. I'm afraid our path to the imperial examination will be cut off in the future!"

"From now on, don't ever say you're friends with us again."

Several scholars waved their sleeves and left.

Li Chengyue looked confused.

A yamen runner stepped forward and told the whole story from beginning to end: "The prefect said that you should go home and be taught a lesson."

"You are framing your own brother-in-law! Is it possible that his brother-in-law's success will harm your family?"

The bailiff shook his head.

Li Chengyue only felt his head buzzing and looked around for something to hit someone with.

The yamen runner handed over the soap stick and shared his experience in parenting: "Use this, and you can remember it for several years. Children will not become useful if they are not beaten!"

clap clap clap!

"Mom! Help! Help!"

The soap stick hit Li Pengxuan on the butt.

The screams echoed in Li Wu's heart.

the next day.

Two articles were posted at the gate of Jingzhao Prefecture and Nanli County at the same time.

All of them were written by Lu Bozhou himself.

The scholars gathered around.

A scholar praised, "This calligraphy is clear, upright and vigorous, and the brushstrokes are as sharp as a knife. The calligraphy is like the person, so I think Hui Yuan must be a person who hates evil."

"This word is worthy of the first place!"

"The gossip that was spread before is simply ridiculous. A person with chicken claw handwriting can be the champion. Is our imperial examination chief examiner blind?"

"I heard that Lu Xuande asked his son to learn to write in Lu Huiyuan's style a few years ago, and then sent the article to Wangju County Prison a few days ago and asked Lu Cunren to copy it."

"They abused Lu Huiyuan for four years, but Lu Huiyuan did not retaliate. Instead, they repeatedly framed Lu Huiyuan. This is simply insane."

"Good people are often bullied. Lu Huiyuan is too kind."

"I hope Lu Huiyuan's palace examination will be safe."

"Lu Xuande can't reach the palace examination."

Outside the crowd stood two men in their forties.

Xu Jinghuan, who had stayed with Prince Jin in Xishui Village for more than a month, gathered his sleeves and turned to look at the handsome middle-aged man beside him.

"Look, I was right, wasn't I? This Lu Xuande must have bribed a certain yamen runner in your Wangju County Prison, and then he was able to send the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone to Lu Cunren."

The handsome middle-aged man standing next to Xu Jinghuan kept silent.

"Seventh brother, you have to check the prison!" Xu Jinghuan patted the handsome middle-aged man beside him earnestly.

The handsome middle-aged man brushed his hand away and turned away.

"Hey, where are you going?" Xu Jinghuan chased after him.

"Go back to Wangju County!"

"My master has found a matchmaker for you and asked me to take you back to the capital."

"Tell me, I'm sick."

"You've been ill for seventeen years, and you're still not well?"

"It drips from the big sycamore leaves in front of the steps."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Think slowly."

The two figures grew longer and longer in the sunlight.