If Song Chi was really the son of the Prime Minister, would he be treated like this?
Having similar names is a big sin!
Song Ming felt more at ease and looked at Song Chi proudly.
So what if you write well?
It's nothing in the face of power.
A group of literati officials, however, went against their inner hypocrisy and fawned over the scoundrels.
Song Chi didn't feel angry, but sad.
The Great Zhou is about to end!
He looked at Cheng Hui and asked directly, "Dean Cheng, you are a great scholar with profound knowledge and erudition, and you are good at poetry and prose. Do you think my poems are better or Song Ming's poems are better?"
"Each has its own merits."
As expected of the dean, he is indeed a master of keeping things balanced.
Song Chi continued to ask, "There's no first in literature, and no second in martial arts. This is what this literary competition is all about. Since everyone has their own strengths, how can we tell who's better?"
"You can reach the fifth level by writing four poems in a row. Whether you were good or bad before doesn't mean anything." He said in a flat tone, implying that you shouldn't be complacent too early.
This is directly standing up for Song Ming.
Good and bad can be seen at a glance.
But for Song Ming, he couldn't say a single good word!
This is the president of Nandu Academy, this is a great scholar of our time!
The atmosphere was silent. Gu Ronghua, who had been wanting to speak, was suppressed by his sister and had no chance.
Not long after, Tang Yan and Wu Hai went up to the fifth floor and walked into the hall, and the incense had just burned out.
"clang!"
Another gong sounded, and the other five were eliminated.
Zhang Xiangyang said solemnly, "The final round of the literary competition has begun. The winner will become the champion!"
Song Chi took a step forward.
He is sure to be the champion of the literary competition!
He wanted to see how these people would protect Song Ming!
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