"What? The lyrics written by a mere playboy actually stole Brother Li's first place? Isn't this a joke? I don't believe it. I want to find Master Zhou and Master Zhu."
"Huai'an, please be patient. The two masters' judgments are based on their fairness. This Liu Mingzhi may not be a malleable talent, but we are too arrogant."
"Brother Song Yi is right, Huai'an, although Liu Mingzhi has always been known as a playboy, he only published a "Swan Poetry" that Jinling talked about, which completely ruined his face. What if Liu Mingzhi knew If you are ashamed but then become brave, what is the point of working hard?"
"Brother Li, Brother Song, I don't mean to belittle anyone. It's just that it's hard to accept this result for a moment. Besides, we haven't seen Liu Mingzhi's masterpiece now. It's reasonable for me to have doubts."
Song Bingge and Lin Yangming, two talented students from Yishan Academy, looked at each other and remained silent.
Song Yi thought for a while and looked at the two people from Yishan Academy: "Brother Lin, doesn't Brother Song have anything to say?"
Li Yangming didn't expect that Song Yi would actually ask for his opinion: "Brother Song, my skills are not as good as others. I have nothing to say. Even if I am overtaken by Mr. Liu, I can still be among the top three. As long as I don't lose the face of my mentor." Fortunately."
"Ziyi, are you wondering why you were overtaken by an unknown person this time? Are you unwilling to do so?"
Li Peichao immediately became respectful when he heard this voice: "Student pays homage to his teacher."
"We, the students, pay homage to Master Zhou and Master Zhu."
Master Zhou was sitting in the front row and handed over a piece of manuscript paper in his hand: "This is Liu Mingzhi's "Wang Haichao: Southeast Formation" copied by Teng. You can pass it around and read it."
Lin Yangming looked at Master Zhu with doubtful eyes. Master Zhu shook his head slightly, indicating that he should just wait for the development of the matter.
Li Peichao handed the manuscript to Yan Huaian: "This? Teacher, this is a superb poem, with gorgeous words and profound charm. It has been difficult to see a poem in decades. Does Liu Mingzhi have such literary talent?"
Master Zhou took a sip of tea and said, "Ziyi, do you have a close relationship with Liu Mingzhi?"
"Replying to my mentor, I never did."
"Then have you ever had any discussions with Liu Mingzhi?"
"It never was."
"Then why do you conclude that Liu Mingzhi cannot compose this word?"
"Teacher, the student is wrong."
Master Zhou shook his head slightly, how could he not understand the mentality of his students: "Ziyi, as the saying goes, listening to both the Tao and the Tao will lead to enlightenment and darkness. You only know that Liu Mingzhi is a dandy, but you don't know that Liu Yuan's tutor is strict. You only rely on assumptions to make mistakes. It is a taboo to make assumptions about others. Go back to the academy and copy "The Doctrine of the Mean" five times."
"Thank you, Master."
"Master Zhou, this Liu Mingzhi is a classmate of the student, but in the past he made the master so angry that he fainted. This person's remarks are treacherous and deviant. He is illiterate in the Four Books and does not know the Five Classics. The student is still a little suspicious. Brother Li, you have taught me carefully." "There are many students who cannot write such gorgeous words and have never dared to express such ambitions in poetry. The students are still unconvinced."
Master Zhou raised his eyebrows: "Oh? This Liu Mingzhi is actually a student of my Dangyang Academy. How come I didn't know about it?"
"Reporting to Master, Liu Mingzhi has been in the academy for more than ten days, but he only stayed in the academy for one day. As for why, the students don't know."
"Brother Zhou? Don't you know that Liu Mingzhi is a student of your academy?"
"Brother Zhu, there are many students in Dangyang Academy and they are all uneven. How can I know them all well?"
"I knew from a guess that you would be here to narrate the story. Isn't it extremely interesting that such an unpredictable thing happened today?"
"Ming Gong?"
"You won't mind if I come here uninvited, right?"
"We see that the King of Huainan is a thousand years old."
"Get flat."
"Thank you Chitose."
"Everyone, please take a seat. How are you? Are you a little bit unable to recover from being beaten on the head by Liu Mingzhi?"
Master Zhou was startled: "Ming Gong also knows about Liu Mingzhi's dedication to Su Weier?"
Li Yugang smiled mysteriously: "Of course I know it. Not only did I know it, but I was there on the spot. I also planned the topic on the spot."
Everyone was surprised. The title of "Looking at the Sea Tide·Southeast Formation Victory" was actually chosen by the King of Huainan himself.
"Ming Gong, why did you and Mr. Liu board the painting boat?"
"Occasionally I see something, occasionally I swim, occasionally I board a ship, everything is accidental."
"Since there is evidence from Ming Gong, we are naturally convinced. I believe that "Wang Hai Tide" will spread throughout Jinling in a short time."
Unexpectedly, Li Yugang's expression on Mu Yu Qingfeng's face suddenly changed: "The white lotus gangsters are wandering the streets and alleys, wandering around Jinling as if they are in no one's land, you still have the leisure to board the painting boat to recite poems and write poems, you are so leisurely and elegant."
Liu Mingzhi looked at the river outside the boat with a confused look on his face: "Where is the boat? Why is the boat missing?"
"It's not the boat that you, Mr. Liu, rented. The boatman must have left."
"Miss Qi? Why are you following me? No, why should I leave? I'm in a hurry to go back to my hometown."
"What? If your eldest son Liu's poem is selected as the first place, you don't think about being Miss Su's guest, but you actually want to go home. This is not your eldest son Liu's style. "
Um? How come this bitch's words are so thorny and so poignant? I haven't offended her, right? Why were you and I talking so harmoniously before, but now it's like eating dynamite?
"Miss Qi, I have never thought about being a guest. I had to write lyrics out of necessity. Now that the matter is over, of course I have to go home."
"Really? Have you ever thought about being a guest?"
"I swear, never."
Qi Yun's face softened under her veil: "Why don't I send my brother off to the boat?"
"Huh? Are you sending it? Do you have a boat?"
Qi Yun shook her head: "My little sister and my brother are in the same boat, helping Ming Gong's boat. How can there be a boat?"
"There's no boat, just fly over." Liu Mingzhi pointed to the river that was more than 20 feet away and said in despair.
Qi Yun smiled mysteriously under her veil, stretched out her right hand to hold Liu Mingzhi's left arm, jumped in the air, and flew off the boat's deck like an arrow.
Liu Mingzhi only felt the roar of the wind, his feet lifted off the ground, the virus shut down... and flew up, Nima actually flew up.
Qi Yun took Liu Mingzhi's arm and left the boat, tapped her toes on the river surface a few times, and jumped over like floating hair.
Feeling the ground under his feet, Liu Mingzhi gathered his thoughts and looked at the river dozens of feet behind him incoherently: "You...I...flyed over."
Qi Yun nodded lightly.
Liu Mingzhi left Qi Yun's sight in a panic, holding his hands on his knees and breathing heavily: "You are too tough, I want to break off the engagement."
