How could Qin Yu, at his age, compose such a poem with such unrealistic ambitions!?

This is such a sad feeling of being impoverished, old and sick, living in a foreign country, and unable to fulfill one's ambitions.

The precision of character refining and counterpointing is unprecedented and unprecedented.

All the students in the Imperial College even lost the courage to stand up and fight.

No one wants to humiliate themselves.

Xiao Rou looked up at Qin Yu, her beautiful eyes full of light.

With just this one song, she knew that the academy had won, that she had won with great success, and that she had won the hearts of the whole hall.

She really couldn't understand how Qin Yu could be so talented.

From poetry to policy discussions, from policy discussions to making tea.

Xiao Rou now not only admires Qin Yu, but also admires him.

She felt that as long as Qin Yu was around.

All problems will no longer be problems.

He didn't speak to anyone.

Qin Yu looked at Zhang Zian and cupped his hands slightly, "Zhang Jijiu, the Imperial College can send people to fight."

Zhang Zian smiled bitterly and shook his head, and said helplessly: "Little friend Qin Yu, please stop teasing me. Do you think they have the courage to challenge us?"

"Don't talk about them, the old man and the old guys around him don't dare to pick up your song "Ascending"!"

"Wonderful, wonderful~"

The words fell.

All the great Confucian scholars and doctors from the Imperial Academy came down.
Chapter completed!