The crowd didn't believe it!

Qing Jun Gongzi opened his mouth and said, "That book of poems is here." The manuscript of this book should not be seen before it is rubbed, but in order to prove the innocence of Beiyutang, and also prove our innocence, this collection of poems was published to the world in advance. ”

Some junior disciples have long put the prepared poetry collection in front of everyone, let them see it for themselves, and many of the poetry collections on it are written by Bei Nianjin recently.

Of course, there are many poems that have not yet appeared, and the style of their poems is of the same clan and the same ancestry.

Qing Jun Gongzi then said: "If you still have doubts, you might as well go to the Di Copying Society to have a look, where this poetry collection has been printed, and it will be available soon." ”

Those who are half-convinced, even if they don't believe it, believe it.

Because lettering rubbing can not be completed in a day or two, this process takes half a month or even longer. At that time, this had not happened yet, so it was impossible to prepare in advance.

In the face of ironclad evidence, and there are ten masters of Yashe as proof, everyone believes it even if they don't believe it, but there are always one or two exceptions, those who love Bei Nianjin will always find a perfect reason.

"This book is not a collection of poems from Bei Nianjin."

Qing Jun Gongzi was really speechless and looked at the person who refuted loudly, how blind is this person to be so unable to see the truth.

At this moment, the old man, who rarely appeared in front of people, walked to the front hall.

"This collection of poems is an unknown son, and it was handed over to the old man two months ago."

Everyone looked at him in surprise, and the old man came forward to prove that no one present dared to raise doubts.

"I didn't expect it to be a nameless son."

"It was such a surprise."

Someone immediately thought of a question, "How did Bei Nianjin know about the poetry collection of the unknown son?" Could it be that she and the nameless boy are acquainted? ”

"She must have met the unknown son to have the opportunity to see this poetry collection and steal it." Someone immediately followed.

This statement is unanimously agreed by everyone.

Qing Jun Gongzi actually wanted to tell them who the Nameless Son was, but he couldn't say it, so he could only let them guess.

"No, no." The purple-clothed boy suddenly spoke, he pinched his chin with both hands, and his face was pensive.

"Is there something wrong?" Everyone looked at him with puzzled expressions.

"The poems of Bei Nianjin and Bei Yutang are similar, so is the poems of Bei Yutang also stolen from the unknown son?" The purple-clothed boy expressed the doubts in his heart.

"It must be. You see that the portrait painted by the unknown son for Bei Yutang is so expressive, it must be familiar. Someone immediately said.

"It's too ...... for two sisters to steal the same person's poems at the same time," the purple-clothed boy said this, his voice paused, and his eyes narrowed slightly