Who wrote those poems at the Chinese Valentine's Day banquet?
Gu Qiancheng looked at Mr. Feng helplessly: How should she answer this?
When Mr. Feng asked this, he was confirming that those poems were not written by her. If she refused to admit it, she would lose...
Even if Mr. Feng has no evidence to prove that those poems were not written by her, so what?
This is not a court, and Mr. Feng is not trying to convict her. There is no need for evidence at this time, as long as she understands in her heart.
"What? You dare not answer?" Mr. Feng remained calm and calm, but the weight of his words was unclear. Gu Qiancheng knew that if she didn't give Mr. Feng a satisfactory answer today, she might be in trouble in the future.
Gu Qiancheng sighed secretly and said, "Old man, it's not that I don't dare to answer, but I'm wondering whether to tell the truth or a lie."
Gu Qiancheng has a correct attitude, but is neither humble nor arrogant, and is not affected by Mr. Feng at all.
Mr. Feng seemed to be very interested in Gu Qiancheng's words: "What is the truth and what is a lie?"
It doesn't matter what the answer is, what matters is Gu Qiancheng's attitude and the real owner of these poems.
"The truth is, I was the one who wrote the poem." Gu Qiancheng specially emphasized the word "out".
Mr. Feng understood it as soon as he heard it. He picked up the teacup on the table, put it to his lips, covered the smile on his lips, and said: "Interesting."
"Where are the lies?"
Knowing that the old man was not angry, Gu Qiancheng became bolder: "The lie is, these poems were written by me."
This is a direct admission!
After hearing this answer, Mr. Feng was still very disappointed...
The tea cup in his hand was immediately put back on the table, and Mr. Feng said with a serious face: "You can't say this nonsense. This crime can be big or small."
From a big point of view, it is a lie to the king, but from a small point of view, it is because the little daughter loves face.
"Thank you, old man, for your guidance." Gu Qiancheng stood up and saluted the old man carefully.
Although she can find countless reasons to say that she did not deceive the emperor, but...
Again, evidence and reasons are not the key point in front of the imperial power. The key point is whether the emperor wants her life.
"Are you clean?" Mr. Feng didn't ask Gu Qiancheng to get up. He was obviously dissatisfied with Gu Qiancheng.
No matter what Gu Qiancheng's reason was, it was wrong for her to commit fraud. This was blasphemy to scholars. If Gu Qiancheng hadn't saved Feng Sijin, Mr. Feng would definitely not have talked to her more.
Mr. Feng did not show his disgust, but Gu Qiancheng still noticed it, smiled bitterly to himself, and explained honestly: "Old man, I did not think carefully about the Qixi Festival banquet, but... I did not ask someone to write it for me.
It’s not about usurping other people’s work. Those poems don’t exist in the world, I just wrote them out, and I have no intention of deceiving the world and stealing their reputation.”
"It doesn't exist in the world? Since it doesn't exist in the world, how do you know?" Mr. Feng sneered, and the aura gradually revealed on his body. Not to mention, it was really scary.
Gu Qiancheng's palms were sweating, but at this time he could only bite the bullet and explain: "Old man, I am a boudoir woman who knows medical skills. Aren't you curious?"
Curious, of course curious.
As far as he knew, Gu Qiancheng knew more than just medical skills, but...
Not only him, but also the emperor couldn't find out. How could Gu Qiancheng know this? How could she be so shrewd when she was clearly raised by the Gu family.
"Who is your master?" This is Mr. Feng's only explanation. There is an expert behind Gu Qiancheng.
Gu Qiancheng smiled...
She said that she likes to deal with smart people, because smart people don't need her to say too much.
"Master, he is an expert outside the world and he doesn't like this." Gu Qiancheng said vaguely, but it was these vague words that made people think more deeply.
This time, the old man changed his name and was surprised: "Do you really have someone to teach you?"
Mr. Feng only deliberately defrauded Gu Qiancheng before, but he didn't expect that Gu Qiancheng really had a master.
"Old man, I am not a genius, I am just an ordinary person with mediocre qualifications. How can I understand these things without someone to teach me? You don't think that my stepmother will send someone to teach me, do you?" She did have a teacher to teach her, and there were more.
one.
"It makes sense." Mr. Feng nodded, and many things made sense.
As for those poems?
It must have been done by Master Gu Qiancheng. If that's the case, it's nothing...
Mr. Feng felt relieved and his dissatisfaction with Gu Qiancheng was a little less. He looked her over and asked calmly: "Can you play chess?"
Can you say no?
Absolutely not.
Gu Qiancheng had no choice but to respond, and then sat down to play chess with Mr. Feng.
Qin Jiyan once told Gu Qiancheng that she should not play chess with others easily. This was not unreasonable...
As long as you play a few games with Gu Qiancheng, you will find that Gu Qiancheng's chess skills are very superb, almost to the point of astonishing...
No surprise, after playing chess with Gu Qiancheng for a long time, Mr. Feng also discovered this. His eyes when looking at Gu Qiancheng became more probing, his face became more cautious, and he had to think about each move for a long time.
Gu Qiancheng didn't push her. She played chess with the grandfathers in the chess club. All those grandfathers were like this. They seemed to be able to study a flower by looking at the chessboard.
In her opinion, it is just a game of chess. If you lose, you lose, and if you win, you win. Is it necessary to be so serious?
For a while, she and Qing Chen often played chess. Both of them made quick moves and each had their own wins and losses. Her junior sister never cared about winning or losing...
It’s just a game of chess!
But in the eyes of Gu Qiancheng, it is just a game of chess, but that is not the case in the eyes of others. Mr. Feng is a chess lover and has a lot of knowledge about chess. He believes that the chess game is the game of life. No matter who he plays against, the old man will take it seriously...
It is common to play a game of chess for a whole day. Mr. Feng is extremely serious and thinks over every move. This speed is even slower, but...
As it rained, Mr. Feng's speed increased, and the look he looked at Gu Qiancheng was not as cautious as before, but instead showed a hint of helplessness and amusement.
Yes, helpless...
He really thought that Gu Qiancheng was very good at chess, but when he really got deeper, he discovered...
Gu Qiancheng's chess skills are extraordinary, but there is no spirituality in his chess moves. Gu Qiancheng's chess moves are full of craftsmanship and are completely scripted.
To put it bluntly, Gu Qiancheng should have memorized a lot of chess records. She is just smarter and integrates all the chess records. Then when she makes a move, she just thinks of the corresponding chess records. She doesn't understand the layout or planning at all. She just makes moves.
chess……
Mr. Feng believes that although chess quality and character are not equivalent, one can still get a glimpse of something from them. After observing Gu Qiancheng's chess moves, Mr. Feng becomes more and more sure that Gu Qiancheng is a stupid kid who looks smart but is actually heartless.
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A message to readers: Please add an update! My hands are a little sore and I can’t type for a while. Also... I’m a little sleepy and want to sleep together!