"But Jia Shao quoted from the Book of Rites: The Meaning of Marriage: The emperor governs the positive virtues, while the empress governs the negative virtues."

"The original text of the Book of Music emphasizes that music comes from within and ritual comes from without, which is completely contrary to the idea that the Guanju starts with emotion and ends with ritual. This is purely a quote out of context, discussing ritual and music without considering the relationship between emotion and ritual, and deviating from the original meaning of poetry education."

"In short, the answer is a piece of shit."

"Jia Shao gave a good answer, but you guys laughed at him. To be honest, if I were Jia Shao, I would scold you guys to death."

Although Senior Brother Su is a wild person, he is extremely talented.

In just a few words, the difference is explained very clearly.

Everyone suddenly understood.

When Zhang Tingyu recalled the scene in which he had previously scolded Jia Shao, his face instantly turned red with shame and embarrassment.

So, he said to someone who was much better than himself, "Let me test you."

In the end, the other person answered, but he still didn’t understand?

At that moment, Zhang Tingyu wanted to die.

The other scholars present all looked towards the lighted room on the second floor with expressions of curiosity and admiration.

At today's bonfire literary gathering, a mysterious man named Jia Shao became the absolute protagonist.

Everyone remembered this name!

The scholar who had reprimanded Jia Shao turned pale, and said in uneasiness and shame: "Senior Brother Su, do you want me to invite Brother Jia Shao down?"

Senior Brother Su showed an expression of "Are you an idiot?" upon hearing this, and attacked everyone present equally: "Are you kidding me? I have to specially invite people for the literary gathering I'm hosting?"

"Except Cui Xian, there is no one in the world worthy of me inviting."

"Including this Jia Shao, understand?"

"What I mean is that, in my eyes, except for Cui Xian, everyone else is garbage."

The rubbish present: "..."

Dare not say a word.

On the second floor of the inn, in the bedroom.

Cui Xian heard this: "..."

No, buddy, do I know you? Why are you trying to bring hatred upon me like this?

Are you messing with me?