After 10 Years of Chopping Wood, I Am Invincible

Zhuo Lingyan breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the stunned expressions of these students, she knew she was stable, and took another look at the poems, which were also catchy and full of charm.

I didn't expect this guy to be a little weaker in force, and his formation technique was superb. He was also so good at poetry and writing, and he was a learned man.

Not bad! He stayed in the remote place of Zhenwuzong, and he simply buried all the great talents.

He should stand in the court, gallop on the battlefield, and become a famous figure in Daqin. In this way, even if his cultivation level is close, it is enough to match his status as a saint.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel Xiafei's cheeks, and her face was stained with a blush, but she couldn't help thinking of the salty pig's hand that he stretched out to her chest that night.

If it wasn't for an unintentional act, she would probably have chopped off this salty pig's hand.

I remembered what the other party said when we first met: "Either be my lover, or don't look for Meng Xing."

The other party's mouth was flowery and not serious, but it also showed that he was attracted by her charm, so he would take the initiative so rashly. Otherwise, he might not even care about himself.

Princess Yangping is also chewing on these few poems carefully.

"Pretty does not strive for spring" is similar to the copied phrase "Unintentionally striving for spring", but that song reveals the mood of loneliness, depression, and desolation, while this one reveals bright, sturdy, unyielding, and cheerful. mood.

One was written on the Qinglou in Guangyang County, and the other was written in front of everyone's eyes at this moment. Sister Lingyan also intended to recommend him to herself, so his mood was naturally completely different.

This man really only learned some poetry.

As the students of Qingfeng Academy and Guozijian, they have a promising future, so naturally they will not feel lonely and depressed. Therefore, through a comparison, it is completely clear that they are plagiarizing.

The most important thing is that what these two students wrote cannot be compared with what Meng Xing wrote. As long as they are scholars, they can clearly feel it.

Those students who were trying to tout Meng Chunhui and Ding Haishi just now were a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Princess Yangping looked at Meng Chunhui and Ding Hai with scrutiny, and said sullenly: "Do you know why I want you to write another song about plum? Why do you want this Young Master Meng to write one too?"

Meng Chunhui and Ding Haishi were pale and silent.

"You must also know that there is a master Meng who wrote a unique poem in Guangyang County. Who is that Master Meng? You must have recognized his handwriting, and it is the one in front of you who will write another good poem. Lord Meng of the word."

"However, you dare to unscrupulously dare to pass the poems written by others as your own and deceive all the scholars present, what should you do?" Princess Yangping said coldly.

"As a student of the two universities of the Great Qin Dynasty, who dares to do this kind of plagiarism, you must be expelled from the university and never be hired. I will explain this matter to the two deans in person."

"Your Highness Princess, spare your life, Your Highness Princess, spare your life! I don't dare any more." Meng Chun waved and knelt on the ground, his face as pale as paper.

It was the same in Ding Hai, his body was like a sieve, he knelt down and begged for mercy.

If they are expelled from the academy, their careers in this life will be cut off, and they will no longer be able to serve as officials in the future.

In fact, the two of them are not fools, stealing other people's poems will naturally be discovered, but both of them are obsessed, and feel that as long as they find the person who wrote the poems and give some money, they should be able to pass the time.

And they also inquired, the person who wrote the poem has no reputation, is very young, and has not left his name, so they dare to take it for themselves.

Meng Chunhui was also worried about the accident, so he dared to take it out after changing it.

But Ding Hai didn't care at all. The capital was thousands of miles away from Guangyang County, and the information was not smooth at all. The mountains were high and the emperor was far away. Many things in Guangyang County could not be transmitted to the capital. Even if they did, who would care?

As long as they become officials, they can completely suppress the writers of poems in the future, and tell the writers of poems against them.

Just like some students dare to bully men and women at the feet of the emperor. Their background in the capital is not deep, but in Guangyang County and Wuyang County, they can cover the sky with one hand.

But who knows, the person who wrote the poems actually appeared here, and also met Princess Yangping, and Princess Yangping was the master, which completely disrupted their plans.

The original owner appeared, and the poems they wrote were better than what they wrote on the spot, and they couldn't argue at all.

Even if it is useless to argue, the princess can send someone to Guangyang County to inquire about it and find out the whole thing.

Seeing Meng Chunhui and Ding Haishi kneeling on the ground begging for mercy with pale faces, everyone present was extremely shocked.

Many students in Qingfeng Academy and Guozijian were even more stunned and did not react at all.

But they could hear the princess's words clearly.

Both of them took other people's poems as their own, and the original owner of that poem was this Young Master Meng in front of him.

Not only did the other party write that good poem, but he also wrote a good poem with the same theme just now, proving that he also wrote that poem.

No wonder the princess asked him to write a lyric just now. It turned out to be to prove the matter, and to prevent the students from the two colleges from continuing to clash and fight to the death.

This guy just appeared reluctant, but he didn't expect it to be a pig and a tiger.

But, why is he, a martial artist, so talented? It's more powerful than those who study hard day and night.

Those who danced the most and sprayed the most just now felt ashamed and ashamed.

"Meng Chunhui~www.novelmt.com~ I didn't expect you to be such a villain, causing us to beat the head and blood for you just now, and lose such a big face in front of the princess. You are our Qingfeng Academy. Scum, trash, get out of Qingfeng Academy in the future, don't be ashamed in the academy." A student jumped out immediately and cursed.

"Ding Hai Shi, you **** bastard, you take possession of other people's poems and shamelessly claim them as your own, yet you dare to let our Guozijian and Qingfeng Academy have such a big conflict, which makes us You beat your scalp and blood, what is your motive? Did we beat someone to death, so you will have more chances to get famous? Your intentions are really vicious!" The students from Guozijian also jumped out and said.

As a result, many students followed suit, jumping out and cursing, and quickly distanced themselves from Meng Chunhui and Ding Haishi.

Some people can't help but fall into the trap and shake out their other scandals.

These two people have become abandoned sons and their reputations have been ruined. Naturally, they cannot be related to each other, otherwise, once they are investigated, their careers will be ruined.

Therefore, at this moment, everyone can't wait to kill these two people, these two guys are just stupid, and they want to pull everyone into the water.

Cutting off someone's future is like killing one's parents.

Meng Chunhui and Ding Haishi had a look of despair in their eyes. They all knew that they had become rats crossing the street.

Princess Yangping gave them a cold look, turned and walked back to the top-level luxurious carriage, which slowly left under the guard of many guards.

Meng Xing and Zhuo Lingyan naturally followed her and left.

The crowd dispersed one after another, and the farce ended like this, leaving only two people kneeling on the ground with despair and despair in their eyes.

"Sura Wushen"