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Chapter Seven hundred and thirtieth go, my husband will seek justice for you!

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    Lin Tiannan and Liu Mang, plus all Confucianism practitioners and students on the fifth floor of Tianya Haige, finally agreed that this "Winter Snow ¡¤ Farewell to the Lord" is a real ninth-grade hymn.

    "Girl, you said that these two poems were written by your husband, who is in Guangling City, but he doesn't want to come!"

    "Is it possible to make a ninth-grade hymn, but hide it from the world and give up the chance to become a blockbuster?"

    "Yes, one in a million, and this person is the only head teacher of our Confucianism. Don't say that the head teacher handpicked by Confucius is your husband!"

    "Based on all the above, including some of my guesses, I conclude that "Dong Xue¡¤Bie Jun" is Zhao Feifei's plagiarized work!"

    After Shi Zhichang discussed with Lin Tiannan and Liu Mang, they announced the verdict of their referee team.

    These few words blew up the scene!

    "Plagiarism, it really is a plagiarist, let this woman get out of our Tianyahai Pavilion!"

    "That's right, it's really despicable to use plagiarized poems to insult us at such a solemn event during the Great Cold Festival!"

    "My husband plagiarized, let the Taoist couple come here to deceive us, Mr. Shi Zhichang, this couple is really thick-skinned, it can be called shameless!"

    Bu Linfeng breathed a sigh of relief. If Zhao Feifan could really compose a ninth-grade hymn, it would hit him the hardest.

    Fortunately, that person is just a pathetic plagiarist, which is the best result.

    "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind blows wild geese and snow.

    Don't worry about having no confidant in the future, no one in the world knows the king.  "

    "The title of the poem is "Dong Xue¡¤Bie Jun"!"

    Lin Yueru murmured this poem softly, with a strong taste of appreciation in her clear almond eyes.

    "I don't know that genius made such a good poem. It would be great if I could meet the original author!"

    "Who is Dong Xue saying goodbye to? For an old man, write a ninth-grade hymn, how rich his inner emotions must be!"

    Listening to the cursing of Confucianism cultivators around, Zhao Linger's angry eyes filled with tears.

    "Smelly woman, why don't you get out now?!"

    "That is, if you continue to stay here, we original creators feel ashamed!"

    In the end, Zhao Ling'er couldn't bear it anymore, and screamed at everyone: "My husband is not a plagiarist!"

    "enough!"

    Shi Zhichang got angry for the first time, and shouted angrily, which frightened everyone into silence, and he didn't dare to say a word.

    "It's not this girl who plagiarized. How dare you group of big men get together to taunt a girl? I'm ashamed for you!"

    Shi Zhichang's words were spoken without the slightest concealment, causing many of the favorite Confucian cultivators who scolded Zhao Linger just now to bow their heads like guilty consciences.

    Zhao Linger didn't need Shi Zhichang to say anything, she staggered and ran out of Tianyahaige alone.

    She has never been so wronged since she was a child.

    The sharp sarcastic words, the sneering expression, and the finger that almost poked her own face made Zhao Linger feel like she was having a nightmare.

    Running all the way, crying all the way, Zhao Linger rushed into the inn, and then rushed into Bu Feifan's room.

    Bu Feifan was sitting cross-legged on the bed meditating when he was awakened by the sudden knock on the door.

    He looked at Zhao Ling'er in astonishment, crying like a little cat, then rushed over and hugged himself.

    "Woo!"

    Zhao Linger's tears were like pearls that cost no money, dripping one after another.

    "What's wrong? Who bullied you?!"

    Bu Feifan wiped away the tears from Zhao Linger's face with his hands, and comforted him softly.

    "No one bullies me!"

    Zhao Linger said while sobbing.

    "explain!"

    Bu Feifan gently held Zhao Linger's face in his hands, and looked at her with pity in his eyes.

    Facing that pitiful gaze, all the grievances in Zhao Linger's heart broke out at once, choked up, and told all about Tianyahai Pavilion back and forth.

    After hearing this, Bu Feifan's face was so gloomy that water could drip out.

    Seeing this, Zhao Linger looked at Bu Feifan cautiously, and said in a low voice, "Are you blaming me for making my own decisions?!"

    "I just saw that you like the Dimension Sumi Ring very much, and because of your status, you don't want to participate in the Great Cold Festival, so IHe went under the code name of 'Zhao Feifan', please don't blame me, okay!  "

    Bu Feifan smiled pitifully: "You want to give me a surprise, how could I blame you?!"

    "It's those people who have done too much!"

    Bu Feifan got up, carefully wiped off the tears on Zhao Linger's face, and said, "Follow me!"

    "Where to?!"

    Zhao Linger had some guesses, but she was not sure.

    "Go to Tianyahai Pavilion!"

    "Others have wronged me, and I don't want to waste my time explaining it, but my little Ling'er has been wronged, I am extraordinary, so I don't agree!"

    Zhao Linger, who was held by Bu Feifan, looked at her husband's back, and suddenly felt a feeling that she had never felt before.

    That feeling should be a sense of security!

    However, it is said that it is in the Tianyahai Pavilion!

    Although Zhao Linger has left, everyone is still discussing the song "Winter Snow Farewell to You"!

    "Mr. Shi, since Zhao Linger's husband copied this poem, and this poem has not been spread in the prehistoric world, so I speculate that the original owner of the poem and the girl's husband should know each other and be friends!  "

    "The original owner should have been heard by the so-called Zhao Feifan when he made this poem. Under the trend of greed, that Zhao Feifan may have killed the original owner of the poem. That's why Zhao Feifan dared to do it blatantly.  Plagiarized, and presented to you!"

    This is Liu Mang fanning Shi Zhichang's ear, which makes Lin Tiannan who is beside him very upset.

    "Old Man Liu, Old Brother Shi is no longer pursuing this matter. Let him pass the past. As long as this poem is included in my Confucian "Sacred Canon", it will be enough for every student to learn it.  , why are you so serious, you have to kill one or two people to give up!"

    Lin Tiannan's words made Liu Mang's expression very ugly, he snorted heavily, and said no more.

    "Okay, I announce that there are only two poems selected for this year's Great Winter Festival Poetry Awards!"

    "One was written by Ms. Lin Yueru of Lin Jiabao, and the other was written by Walking in the Wind!"

    "I have given the poems written by the two of them to each other to read. In the end, Miss Lin Yueru admitted that Bu Linfeng's poems are better!"

    "That's why I announce that the first place in this year's Great Cold Festival Poetry Awards will be Bu Linfeng from Baihe Academy!"

    As soon as Shi Zhichang finished speaking, there was thunderous applause on the fifth floor.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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