Ale, isn't she doing well? Looking around at the surprised people, Su Zijin's head was full of question marks. Speaking of whether these people know how to appreciate them, she copied famous poems from all ages. Sure enough, there are cultural differences in each region...

Before Su Zijin could shout "Born at the wrong time", the cheers in the house were already heard.

"Young Master Wen is indeed awesome! The poems he made are also so elegant!"

"That is, the rules, rhymes and meanings are excellent, and it is really a good poem!"

"Sir, after staying in Mohua Academy for so many years, how could you read it wrong? You guys are really blind!"

"There is no place to see people without eyes. You can see people in several cracks, and you can look at them!"

...

The noise in the room continued, and Su Zijin bowed and gracefully accepted everyone's praise. However, Zhao Yifan, who was beside him, had a blue face, comparable to the bottom of the pot.

"It's just a broken poem. Who knows where you copied it?" He snorted coldly, Zhao Yifan's nostrils were raised higher than the sky. He didn't believe it. The boy in front of him was not as good as a pound, so why would there be so much ink in his belly?

Haha, say she copied? That's right, she just copied it. It's a pity that in this unspoken era, Su Zijin is an original talent!

"Since Mr. Zhao said that Wen copied it, he must have seen the original poem. He just didn't know where the original poem came from?" Since he was going to provoke, she was not afraid to explain it to him clearly. As soon as his eyebrows were bent, his tone changed, "Or it is to say that Mr. Zhao had never seen the original poem at all, but was there------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The students in the academy will be all people in the court in the future, so they naturally know how to adapt. Seeing Su Zijin, who is now in power, and fighting with the talented man in the past, they naturally sit aside calmly. If the two of them are disgusted by their husbands because of their disputes, they might be the next one to make a fortune!

"I'm not talking nonsense. You are from the fourth volume of "The Poem of Picking Flowers". If you don't believe me, let all your classmates look at it!" Zhao Yifan raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of calculating light. The students of the academy studied hard all over the book "Morality" and "Records of the Grand Historian". How could they read "The Poem of Picking Flowers"? Not to mention reading it, I'm afraid that the academy would not be able to read an original work...

Just when everyone looked at me and I looked at you, I didn’t know where to do it, Qi Mingshi slapped the table and took out a book of "The Poem of Picking Flowers" from his schoolbag and handed it to everyone. His handsome face was full of embarrassment, "Qi loves poetry and always carries a poem with him, and this "The Poem of Picking Flowers" is even more loved. If you implant it, give it to everyone for judgment!"

The students in the academy exclaimed and turned the fourth volume of the "Poem of Picking Flowers" from beginning to end. They didn't see the poem made by Su Zijin, and their impression of Zhao Yifan was even worse. They slandered people... Zhao Yifan could do it seriously.

Zhao Yifan's face suddenly turned gray, and he still bit his lips unwillingly and argued, "I remembered it wrongly, it seems that it was not "The Poem of Picking Flowers"!"
Chapter completed!