The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 730 Let’s go, my husband will ask you for justice!

Lin Tiannan and Liu Mang, plus all the Confucianists and Yunyun students on the five-story building of Tianyahai Pavilion, finally agreed that this “Winter Snow·Beyond Jun” is a real nine-class hymn.

“Girl, you said that these two poems were written by your Xianggong, he is in Guangling City, but he doesn’t want to come!”

“Is it possible to make a ninth-rank hymn, but hide it from the people of the world, and give up the blockbuster opportunity?”

“Yes, one in a million, and this person is still the only head teacher of our Confucianism. Don’t mention the head teacher appointed by Kong Sage, it’s you!”

“Combining all the above, including some of my guesses, I decided that “Dongxue·Farewell” is a copy of Zhao Feihua’s work!”

After discussing with Lin Tiannan and Liu Mang, Shi Zhichang revealed the verdict of their referee team.

These few words detonated the scene!

“Plaagiarism, really is a plagiarism, let this woman get out of our Tianyahaige!”

“That is, such a solemn event of the Great Cold Festival, it is really despicable to use plagiarized poems to insult us!”

“The Xianggong plagiarized, let the dao companion come here to deceive me, deceive Mr. Shi Zhichang, this couple’s face is really thick, it can be called not wanting face!”

Bu Linfeng breathed a sigh of relief. If Zhao Feifan could really make a nine-rank hymn, it would be the biggest blow to him.

Fortunately, that person was just a sad copyist, and this was the best result.

“Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are shining, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.

Mo Chou has no confidant in the way ahead, and no one in the world knows the king. ”

“The name of the poem “Dongxue·Farewell”!”

Lin Yueru whispered this poem softly, with a strong taste of appreciation in her clear apricot eyes.

“Such a good poem, I don’t know the genius who did it. If only I could see the original author!”

“Farewell Dongxue, who is he saying goodbye? For an old friend, writing a ninth-grade hymn, how rich his inner feelings should be!”

Listening to the curses of Confucian scholars around, Zhao Linger’s angry eyes were filled with tears.

“Smelly woman, don’t you get out now?!”

“That is, you continue to stay here, we original creators all feel Losing face!”

In the end, Zhao Linger couldn’t bear it, and screamed at everyone: “I am not a copyist!”

“enough!”

Shi Zhichang got angry for the first time, and with a loud shout, everyone was frightened and he didn’t dare to say a word.

“It’s not the girl who is plagiarizing, you big men, you are embarrassed to gather around and taunt a girl? I will Losing face for you!”

Shi Zhichang’s words didn’t cover up the slightest, causing many Confucianists who had just cursed Zhao Linger to curse and bow their heads in a guilty conscience.

Zhao Linger didn’t need to talk about it anymore, she staggered and ran out of Tianya Haige by herself.

She has never been so wronged since she was a child.

The sharp sarcasm, the mocking expression, and the fingers that almost pierced his face made Zhao Ling’er feel like he had a nightmare.

Running all the way, crying all the way, Zhao Linger rushed into the inn, and then rushed into the extraordinary room.

Bu Feihua was sitting cross-legged on the bed Meditation, awakened by the sudden sound of pushing the door.

He looked at Zhao Ling’er with a look of stunned expression, crying like a little cat, and then rushed over and hugged himself.

“Woo!”

Zhao Linger’s tears were like pearls without money, dripping one after another.

“What’s wrong? Who bullied you?!”

Bu Feifan wiped away the tears from Zhao Ling’er’s face with his hands, and comforted.

“No one bullies me!”

Zhao Linger said while sobbing.

“Say!”

Bu Fendi gently held up Zhao Ling’er’s face, looking at her with pity in his eyes.

Facing the pitiful gaze, Zhao Ling’er’s grievances all broke out, choked up, and said everything about Tianya Haige.

After listening to this, Bu Fei’s face was so gloomy that it could drip water.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Ling’er looked at Bu Feihua cautiously, and whispered: “You, do you blame me for my own opinion?!”

“I just think you like the Sumeru ring very much, and because of your identity, you don’t want to go to the Great Winter Festival. That’s why I went under the code name of’Zhao Feifan’. Don’t blame me for being good!”

Bu Fendi smiled pityingly: “You want to give me a surprise, why would I blame you?!”

“It’s those people who have done too much!”

Bu Feihua got up, wiped away the tear marks on Zhao Linger’s face carefully, and said, “Follow me!”

“Where to?!”

Zhao Linger had some guesses, but he was not sure.

“Go to Tianya Haige!”

“Others wronged me, I didn’t bother to waste my tongue to explain, but I wronged my little Linger, I have extraordinary steps, don’t agree!”

Zhao Ling’er, who was held by Bu Feihua’s little hand, looked at her mate’s back, suddenly a feeling that she had never felt before came out in her heart.

That feeling should be a sense of security!

But in the Tianya Haige Pavilion!

Although Zhao Linger has left, everyone is still discussing the song “Dongxue: Farewell”!

“Mr. Shi, since the grandfather of Zhao Ling’er copied this poem, and this poem has not spread in the prehistoric world, I guess that the original owner of the poem and the grandfather of the girl should know each other and are friends! ”

“The original owner should have been heard by the so-called Zhao Feifan when he made this poem. Under the greedy trend, Zhao Feifan may have killed the original owner of the poem. Therefore, Zhao Feifan dared to be brazen. Plagiarize, and present it to you!”

This is Liu Mang fanning in Shi Zhichang’s ears, making Lin Tiannan on the side very upset.

“Old man Liu, Brother Shi is no longer investigating this matter. Let him pass the past. As long as this poem is included in my Confucian “Sacred Code”, it will be enough for every student of Yunyun to learn it. , Why should you be so serious, if you have to kill one or two talents, you are willing to give up!”

Lin Tiannan’s words made Liu Mang’s face very unsightly, and he hummed heavily and stopped saying more.

“Well, I announce that there are only two poems selected for this year’s Great Winter Festival Poetry Awards!”

“One was written by Miss Lin Jiabao and Lin Yueru, and the other was written on foot and near the wind!”

“I have given the poems written by the two of them to each other to read. In the end, Miss Lin Yueru admitted that the poem of Step Linfeng would be better!”

“So I declare that the first prize of this year’s Great Winter Festival Poetry Awards is the step of Baihe Academy!”

As soon as Shi Zhichang’s voice fell, thunderous applause rang out on the fifth floor.