Divine Doctor Foolish Consort

  Meng Fu Ying had always been lowering her eyelids, so she didn't notice that Xuan Yuan Ye, who was sitting diagonally across from her, raised an eyebrow as he looked at her.

  Those who can attend this banquet are all ladies of unusual status, so it's not a difficult task to write a poem. In just one moment, the little palace maid had collected all the words and handed them over to the empress.

  The queen's face was serious, her eyes scanning the surroundings carefully, and Meng Fu Ying's lips curled up again with a hint of mockery.

  Meng Ruxue's mother and the empress were cousins, although they were somewhat distant, but still had some blood relationship.

  Moreover, the empress's own son died of measles in his childhood, and now the empress has pinned all her hopes on Meng Ruxue.

  The Emperor favors the Seventh Prince, which is well-known to all. Moreover, Meng Ruxue has an aura of "obtaining this woman means obtaining the world" on her body, and she will certainly become the future Empress.

  In public and in private, she will support Meng Ruxue.

  Even if Meng Ruxue's poem is ordinary and plain at this moment, the outcome will not change.

  But at this moment, or perhaps there will be a little surprise, she is somewhat looking forward to the next surprise...

  "Huh, what's going on?" Indeed, the queen slightly furrowed her brow, softly exclaimed, and at the same time, a pair of eyes also looked at Meng Cuiying with a hint of mockery.

  "What's wrong?" The emperor looked at her with some surprise, his voice was stern, what was in these poems that made her so shocked.

  "Returning to the Emperor, Meng Fu Ying unexpectedly copied Xue Er's poem." The Empress naturally also detected the dissatisfaction in the Emperor's voice and handed him two pieces of paper with the same content.

  Something like this happened, she can't hide it even if she wants to, and besides, she doesn't want to hide it either.

  Without asking any questions, with just one sentence, Meng Cuo Ying's guilt was subjectively determined.

  As soon as this remark came out, the originally quiet grand hall suddenly boiled over.

  "She was originally a fool, afraid that she didn't even recognize a single character. Being able to copy it out is already not bad." someone chuckled quietly.

  "Can't even write your own, just copy others', truly shameless." A furious insult.

  "Hum, a fool, or an ugly-to-death fool, what good can he do." More vicious curses.

  In Meng Ruxue's eyes, a hint of triumphant smile flashed by, this ending was within her expectations, after all, she was the number one talented woman of the Xuan Yuan dynasty, and Meng Fuying had always been foolish, under these circumstances, everyone would naturally believe her.

  At this moment, Meng Fu Ying still had a calm face, as if all these things had nothing to do with her. She even casually picked up a pastry from the table and savored it slowly.

  Meng Ruxue's eyes flickered, gazing at her with some incredulity, unable to understand how she could still act as if nothing was wrong. A hint of cold smile flashed in her eyes again, humph, she wanted to see just how long she could keep up this act.

  Xuanyuan's long fingers lightly tapped the desktop, but his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his long eyelashes hid what little emotion he originally had.

  Bai Yichen looked at Meng Wenyin with a slight frown, but in the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a hint of delight.

  In this grand ceremony, copying others will be disqualified. In that case, she won't be selected.

  "Meng Fu Ying, you tell me, what's going on here?" The emperor glanced at the poem in his hand and then looked at Meng Fu Ying, asking in a low voice. His eyes didn't have much severity, but instead had an unusual appreciation. This lass, actually wrote a good hand, the flying colors of her handwriting had a bit of a man's spirit.

  He believes this girl wouldn't go so far as to copy others.

  "Replying to Your Majesty, that poem was indeed not written by me." Upon hearing the emperor's inquiry, Meng Fu Ying slowly stood up, with a calm expression and replied very naturally.

  The entire hall was once again in an uproar.

  "Hmph, how dare you say that. You're really shameless."

  Curses rose again.

  "I've seen thick-skinned people before, but I've never seen anyone with skin as thick as yours. You even plagiarize others' work and yet you have the nerve to act like it's nothing." Xuan Yuan Mo also cursed with a face full of disdain.

  "She indeed dares to do and bear the consequences." Xuan Yuanfan's lips, however, curved into a faint smile, his eyes showing no hint of mockery, but rather an added layer of unusualness.

  Xuanyuan Ye's hand moved again, but those eyes still drooped slightly, without moving at all.

  "Your Majesty, according to the rules, in such a grand ceremony, once plagiarism of other contestants is discovered, one's qualification will be cancelled and they will also receive punishment by caning." The Empress heard Meng Fu Ying admit it herself, then looked at the Emperor again and said softly.

  Thumb screw, an ancient form of torture, used a rope to thread five small wooden sticks, put on fingers and tightened with force.

  Meng Fu Ying's lips curled up again in a cold smile, it seems the Empress is getting impatient.

  "Your Majesty, Meng Fu is also innocent. Please spare her life." Meng Ruxue immediately stood up and pleaded for Meng Fuying's innocence with a look of urgency on her face.

  Have to admit, Meng Ruxue is indeed very good at acting, but she wants to see how long she can keep up the act.

  "She copies you, and yet you still protect her. You're such a good child." The queen gazed at Meng Ruxue with a satisfied gentle smile.

  Just then, looking at Meng Bufei again, the smile on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by a stern expression. In a cold voice, he said, "But this rule cannot be broken. Meng Bufei, do you know your crime?"

  "On page 132 of 'Hua Yun Lu', line 8, line 11." Meng Cu Ying's eyes slightly sank, her red lips moved slowly, and she spoke word by word, this answer was clearly evasive.

  Everyone was stunned and didn't understand what she meant.

  "I'm asking you a question, and you're giving me a bunch of nonsense." The empress's eyes narrowed, her voice low and menacing.

  Xuanyuan Ye's eyebrows slightly raised, his hand suddenly lifted, and he gently waved at the Speedy Wind behind him.

  "Yes." Fortunately, Speedy reacted extremely quickly and instantly understood his meaning, wanting to head out, but suddenly remembered that this was the Imperial Palace, not the Wang Mansion. How could he possibly let him privately go to the imperial study?

  But if we go back to the Wang Fu, it will take a lot of time to come and go.

  He then hesitantly whispered, "Your Highness..."

  "My study has that book, go and fetch it." At this time the emperor also reacted, saying to a guard behind him.

  However, when her eyes gazed at Xuan Yuan Ye, they quickly flashed with a hint of abnormality.

  Is Yan'er helping that girl? If so, this would be the second time he's helped her, counting the last time at Prince Hou's residence.

  And that girl, actually reads that kind of book, and actually still remembers which poem is on which page, which line?

  It wasn't until then that everyone finally understood, and when they looked at Meng Cuo again, their gazes were different.

  Especially Xuan Yuanfan, after being shocked, seemed to have become even more unusual. Now, who dares to say she is a fool?

  Meng Ruxue's face suddenly stiffened, and her eyes hid a few points of panic, especially when she saw Xuan Yang helping Meng Bufei again, her heart was filled with hatred to the extreme, and also feared to the extreme.

  Xuanyuan Ye regained his usual apathetic demeanor, as if the previous movement was just an illusion of others.

  A moment later, the guard brought over the "Hua Yun Record" and flipped it open to page 132, presenting it before the Emperor.

  Page 132, line 8 and line 11 are exactly those two lines of poetry.

  The queen glanced at the poem on the book, her face slightly changed, but she quickly reacted and laughed repeatedly, "These sisters are good, they read the same books, and in this situation, they actually thought of it together."

  The women who had been in the palace for a long time were all clever, and under such circumstances, one sentence cleverly covered up the past for Meng Ruxue, completely eliminating the severity she had just shown to Meng Cuiying.

  "Yes, I and my sister are indeed of one mind." Meng Ruxue naturally understood the Empress's meaning, and smiled slightly as she continued, speaking with a straight face.

  The emperor's eyes sank slightly, and his expression was dissatisfied, but in this situation, he naturally couldn't directly accuse the empress.

  He couldn't possibly not understand the Empress's thoughts, and after all these years, it seemed that Yan'er was only not repelled by one woman, Meng Ruxue. Today, the person Yan'er chose would most likely be Meng Ruxue.

  Most importantly, there is currently no evidence to prove that Meng Ruxue is the one who plagiarized Ying Yutou's work.

  However, it also cleared the suspicion of plagiarism against Yaya. This matter can only end like this.

  "Hum, Meng Fu's shadow is faintly cold, does she have a spiritual connection? She and she?"

  How ridiculous.

  You think you can just gloss over this with a single sentence and have it all settled? Ha! As if that's going to be so easy!

  What a scolding awaits, if she had copied from another contestant's work! But if she hadn't already seen through Meng Ruxue's scheme, her delicate white hands would have suffered who-knows-what punishment by now.

  So she won't let Meng Ruxue off so easily today.

  She has always been a person who repays kindness with kindness and grudges with grudges. Meng Ruxue has schemed against her time and time again, this time she should give her some color back.

  The corners of her mouth slightly curled up into a faint smile, Meng Bu Ying slowly lifted her head again, looked at Meng Ru Xue, and then spoke word by word...