Chapter 140 His stupid teammates really hurt him

Li Bai's "Song of the Wine" has been passed down through the ages and has been admired by countless literati and scholars in later generations. How can it not be a good poem?

How could Qi Zhongshu and his friends not be amazed and impressed when they saw it?

“This is the best poem I have ever seen in my lifetime.”

“Every word and sentence is very exquisite.”

Qi Zhongshu stroked his beard, looked at the poem, muttered to himself, and his eyes were full of excitement.

His friends also came forward and read with Qi Zhongshu.

When they got excited, several of them had a passionate discussion.

After seeing the reactions of Qi Zhongshu and his group, Feng Caiwei smiled proudly at Jiujiu.

She knew that after she took out this poem, Qi Zhongshu and others would be amazed.

And she heard that Qi Zhongshu had been chasing Feng Jiujiu recently, wanting to take Feng Jiujiu as his last disciple?

Feng Jiujiu is still unwilling to come.

Now that Qi Zhongshu has read her poems, he should change his mind and accept her as his last disciple!

After all, a person like Qi Zhongshu would not always put his warm face in front of other people's cold butt.

Compared to students like Feng Jiujiu, Qi Zhongshu should like her more.

Qi Zhongshu's friends also prefer Feng Caiwei.

They also spoke up for Feng Caiwei.

"Old Qi, Feng Caiwei is a good poet. Since the princess doesn't want to be your last disciple, why don't you accept Feng Caiwei as your last disciple?"

"Yes, yes, yes. The fact that Feng Caiwei can write such a magnificent poem is enough to prove that she is a gifted person."

"You accept her as your last disciple. When she grows up and becomes famous, you can also benefit from her."

Several of Qi Zhongshu's friends especially supported Qi Zhongshu in accepting Feng Caiwei as his last disciple.

After hearing this, Feng Caiwei's smile deepened.

For ninety-nine.

They also said: "Since the princess doesn't want to, Lao Qi, don't force it!"

"A forced melon is not sweet."

"Feng Caiwei is a very good girl. She is well-behaved and respectful to her teachers. Most importantly, she is eager to learn. She knows how to ask someone to read her poems after writing them."

"As for the little princess, alas..." She only knows how to play.

Some of Qi Zhongshu's friends didn't understand why Qi Zhongshu wanted to accept such a playful child as his last disciple.

Are you trying to destroy his reputation as the greatest scholar?

"Thank you for the compliments, great scholars!"

Feng Caiwei thanked him with a smile, and looked quite well-behaved and harmless.

However, her eyes intentionally or unintentionally swept towards Jiujiu, her eyes were full of complacency, arrogance, and sarcasm.

She finally defeated Feng Jiujiu.

Feng Jiujiu, you are finally under my feet.

Feng Caiwei was really proud at this moment.

Jiujiu: “…”

Tch, they act like she really wants to be Qi Zhongshu's last disciple.

"Since there is nothing for me to do, I will leave." Jiujiu touched her belly, "I am hungry, I will go home to eat, my mother is waiting for me to go home to eat."

Jiujiu left as soon as he said he would, without staying for a moment.

"Princess, don't leave." Qi Zhongshu was anxious. He glared at his stupid teammates and Feng Caiwei and was about to chase Jiujiu, but was stopped by his stupid teammates again. "Why are you stopping me? Go away?"

"What are you chasing after? If the princess is not happy, forget it! The disciple you want to accept is right here!"

"Caiwei, come forward quickly."

Several people pushed Feng Caiwei in front of Qi Zhongshu.

Qi Zhongshu was speechless, not even wanting to look at Feng Caiwei, "The only person I want to take as my closed disciple is the princess."

"As for Feng Caiwei, I will definitely not accept her."

"Not accepting it?" Qi Zhongshu's friends and Feng Caiwei were all shocked.

Doesn’t Qi Zhongshu like the poems written by Feng Caiwei very much?

Why wouldn't he accept Feng Caiwei as his last disciple?

Qi Zhongshu returned the thin paper with the poems to Feng Caiwei and said seriously, "Feng Caiwei, how old are you this year? If I remember correctly, you should be seven and a half years old, not yet eight years old."

"Yes." Feng Caiwei nodded in acknowledgement.

Qi Zhongshu continued, "How could a child who is not even eight years old write a poem as majestic, informal, and heroic as "Song of the Wine"?"

Qi Zhongshu is worthy of being Qi Zhongshu, the greatest Confucian scholar of the time. He can tell from the text that Feng Caiwei cannot write such a poem.

Because Feng Caiwei's temperament doesn't match.

The age doesn't match either.

"Tell me, where did you steal this poem from?"

"Whose property did you steal?"

Feng Caiwei was stunned by the question.

Qi Zhongshu could actually tell that the poem was not written by her?

She, she, she, how to explain it?

She looked for help at Qi Zhongshu's friends who had just admired her, hoping that they would say something for her.

But no one said anything and looked at Feng Caiwei with suspicion.

What Qi Zhongshu said makes a lot of sense.

A child cannot compose such a heroic and majestic poem.

They were just so amazed that they didn't think about it too much.

After Qi Zhongshu said that, they suddenly realized.

"Sir." Feng Caiwei could only save herself. She knelt in front of Qi Zhongshu, her face not red, her heart not beating, and she swore: "This poem was really written by me. I wrote it by myself. I didn't steal it from others."

"Ha." Qi Zhongshu sneered, totally unconvinced. "If that's the case, why don't you make another similar one? Let everyone comment on it on the spot."

"This..." Feng Caiwei looked embarrassed. It was okay for her to recite a poem, but it was difficult to write a similar poem!

Qi Zhongshu shook his head, "You can't do it, right?"

"Writing poetry requires careful thinking and cannot be done immediately." Feng Caiwei made an excuse for herself.

Qi Zhongshu was not buying it. He said, "If it doesn't work, then it doesn't work. What excuses are you looking for? Geniuses always write poems effortlessly. Why do you need to think about it? Ha, only idiots need to think about it."

Qi Zhongshu shook his sleeves and warned, "Don't act like that in front of me in the future. I don't like it."

"And you guys." Qi Zhongshu looked at his stupid teammates and asked angrily, "Are you here to help me or to hurt me?"

"You just said that to the little princess. See, she got angry and left?"

"If I can't accept the little princess as my last disciple today, I will fight you to the death."

"When you go to bed at night, you'd better open your eyes."

"Princess, wait for me."

Qi Zhongshu caught up with Jiujiu.

Jiujiu would never pay any attention to Qi Zhongshu.

If they like Feng Caiwei, then let them like her. There is no need to chase her.

Jiujiu entered the harem and released the dog, asking the dog to drive Qi Zhongshu away.

When Qi Zhongshu saw Dahuang running towards him, he trembled and took several steps back.

He knew that his friends had offended the little princess, but the little princess was not so easy to offend.

Now she was angry and let the dog out.

His stupid teammates really caused him a lot of trouble.

Qi Zhongshu, the greatest scholar in Western Chu, was chased all over the palace by a dog. He was almost bitten on the buttocks by the dog several times.

“Help!”

“Help!”

Qi Zhongshu cried for help.