Chapter 749 - Chapter 749: Summoning_3 (1/2)

Chapter 749: Summoning_3

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In truth, the actions of Zhang Shen and the others were truly disgracing the image of the Yun Lu Institute.

Xu Qi ‘an nodded.

He didn’t really care. Anyway, the poem was plagiarized in his previous life and not written by him. As a time traveler with no foundation, he couldn’t miss the opportunity to use the poem to expand his network and gain benefits.

Zhang Shen and the other two ignored the Dean’s mockery. They looked at Xu

Qi ‘an eagerly and asked, ‘

“It’s been a long time since you’ve composed a poem. With such a major event happening recently, don’t you feel your blood boiling and your poetic mood rising? We can help you Polish it. ”

The three great scholars looked at Xu Qi ‘an eagerly.

Dean Zhao Shou didn’t say anything, but he was interested.

Not only did Yun Lu Institute help me protect my family, but the Institute Director even directly held a carving knife and threatened Emperor Yuan jing in the Imperial court. Although this was in line with the philosophy of the scholarly faction and wasn’t purely doing me a favor, I still have to remember this favor …

Hmm, I might as well copy a poem for them. It’s not good to spend the night with Bai Yan and the rest … Thinking of this, Xu Qi ‘an muttered,

“I have indeed thought of a poem.”

Yes, I thought of a poem. I’m just a Porter of the poem. He added in his heart.

The three great Confucians were ecstatic.

At this time, he should have said heroically, “Brush and ink.

However, his writing was terrible and he didn’t have a charcoal pencil, so he didn’t embarrass himself. He walked around the room and pretended to be interested when he saw the green bamboo leaves outside the window.

“Yes, I have.”

Zhao Shou’s eyes lit up as well.”ls it related to bamboo?”

The director seemed to like bamboo very much … “Yes,” Xu Qi ‘an nodded.

Hearing this, Zhao Shou immediately straightened his back. From slightly interested, he was looking forward to it.

Xu Qi ‘an tried to recall the full text of the poem, but in the eyes of Zhao Shou and the three great Confucians, he was mulling it over.

“I won’t let my guard down,”

Zhao Shou, who already knew that it was a bamboo poem, savored it carefully. In this sentence, the word “bite” was the essence, and only one word highlighted the vigorous and powerful bamboo.

“The root is in the broken rock.”

Zhao Shou nodded slightly. This was an addition to the previous sentence, and it also reflected the determination of bamboo in a difficult environment.

“Even after thousands of blows, you’re still tough, regardless of the North,

South, East, and West winds.”

Director Zhao Shou’s breathing was a little short. The last two sentences described bamboo’s attitude towards external pressure. Even though she had been through countless hardships, she still refused to give up.

Among the plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums, he only loved bamboo. Otherwise, he would not have built his residence in a bamboo forest.

Zhao Shou had composed poems about bamboo before, but compared to Xu Qi ‘an’s, he had to admit that he was inferior.