After saying a word, Li Zhan smiled and said to Xiao Zhe: "No... Student, can you make the decision? Why did I find out that none of the people behind you dared?"

Li Zhan pointed behind Xiao Zhe. Sure enough, more than 200 people frowned collectively, and they all showed a worried expression of expression for Xiao Zhe's big bag.

"What do you mean?" Xiao Zhe turned around and looked at his classmates.

Wang Qi came up at this time and said, "Xiao Zhe... Some people say that Li Zhan is very talented in writing poetry. He once recited all the poems about plums by the Qujiang River. Have we fallen into his trap?"

"It's true, this guy is so powerful?" Xiao Zhe was also surprised.

"Haha..." Li Zhan suddenly showed a disgust and contempt expression and said, "It's all decided, I won't change my mind again, right? What are you? Wasting my time, pretending to be the boss...!"

"You...!" Xiao Zhe was so excited by Li Zhan, and his face turned red. He turned around and looked at the prison students of the Imperial College and said, "What are you afraid of... We have more than 200 people, but we are still afraid that he is alone. His writing of plums does not mean that he can write anything else.

Even if he wrote well, can’t we more than 200 of us write better than him?”

"That's right..." Yin Zhiqin said with a spirit: "We are also talented people... what are we afraid of..."

"Just...just...!"

I don’t know what the situation is. Anyway, the morale of the supervisors has returned. Li Zhan smiled when he saw this scene, "What are you waiting for? After discussing it, I will come first. The last time I thought of a poem about chanting snow at home, why don’t we chant snow..."

"Yes... I'll let you take a little advantage..." Xiao Zhe said hatefully.

Li Zhan looked at Mao Che beside him and said, "Teacher Mao... can you bring some paper and pen?"

"No problem Instructor Li, wait for me..." Mao Che left with a smile. After a while, he came over with some pens and asked the servant to carry a table and a chair.

Mao Che smiled and said, "Instructor Li, please...!"

Li Zhan waved his hand and said, "Teacher Mao, I don't think I'm good at writing. Can you write for me?"

"Yes..." Mao Che accepted happily, then spread a piece on the table, then dipped his brush ink and looked at Li Zhan, waiting for Li Zhan to recite poems.

Ah... Li Zhan has too many poems. This time Li Zhan will take out the best poem about chanting snow and suppress all the students in one go, otherwise it will be difficult to control.

After thinking about it, Li Zhan still prepared to write a poem by Li Bai.

I just heard him walking step by step and chanting softly:

The candle dragon lives in a poor family, and the light is still open. Why is the sun and the moon shining so much? Only the north wind comes from the sky.

The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as mats, and pieces blow down Xuanyuantai. In December, I miss my wife in Youzhou stop singing and laughing at her two moths.

Leaning on the door and looking at the walker, I miss you the bitter and cold Great Wall, so sad. When I parted, I took my sword to save my side, and left this tiger-like golden horned syllable.

There is a pair of white feathered arrows in it, and the spider has a net and dust. The arrows are empty, and the person will never return to death in battle.

I couldn't bear to see this thing, but it was burned into ashes. The Yellow River can still hold soil and it is hard to break the north wind and rain.

This is Li Bai's "Northern Wind"... Li Bai wrote about a northern woman's grief and anger at her husband's death in battle, exposing and criticizing An Lushan for creating ethnic disputes in the north and provoking war.

What made Li Zhan smiled heartily was that Li Zhan saw the 230 people bowed and called him instructor.

"Okay... Since you have called me a lifelong instructor, then I, Li Zhan, will definitely train you to be well-deserved. Now your playboys, your pride, and your disdain will be peeled off one by one by one by one by one by me.

Soon, you will become useful people to the Tang Dynasty.”

"Do you think you are Confucius Jijiu...!" Xiao Zhe looked down upon him.

"Hehe...!" Looking at Xiao Zhe, Li Zhan smiled very badly and said, "You still owe me ten thousand yuan. Don't be arrogant in front of me, because you will be the most pitiful guy among these people...!"

"Ah...!" All the prisoners were stunned!
Chapter completed!