There is no before or after in learning, those who master come first!

Only for poetry and articles, regardless of whether they are a scholar or a bachelor, they will respect poems that can go out of the county or above, even if they are written by Tong Sheng.

After all, what they admire is poetry, and they do not regard the original author as their ancestor.

"Who can understand this lovesickness? Let me show you its effectiveness?"

At the bookstore, no one answered.

"Is there anyone?" someone asked loudly again.

Still no one came forward.

Everyone is a scholar, but no one dares to understand "lovesickness" in public.

Everyone was a little disappointed. There were many eighth-grade Confucian scholars present, but their poetry was no better than that of a new boy student. Now it was difficult to even understand the true meaning of it. It was really embarrassing to others!

Mingzhou poetry is so easy to understand.

In the end, someone sighed softly: "Literature and Taoism have published three days of Shuangmingzhou! Where Confucianism and Taoism of the human race take root, Li Xingyun's name will be spread."

"I am afraid that Li Xingyun will be competed by major academies in Chang'an in the near future. The gap between us and him will soon be widened. I am not as good as him."

Everyone has complicated thoughts, and the emergence of a Confucian scholar with the appearance of a saint should have been a happy event for scholars all over the world.
Chapter completed!