Zhou Fan had never had such an embarrassing moment, and he wanted to escape from the academy immediately.

Even if he specializes in walking on the small path, he will still meet some civilian teachers from academies. Those civilian teachers speak earnestly and teach them not to give up writing poetry and lyrics.

Fortunately, the gate of the academy is far away.

But at this time Li Chongniang stopped him.

"Brother Zhou." Li Chongniang said with a suppressed smile, "Your song "Singing Slowly·Searching and Searching" was also heard from the old Taoist priest who passed by the village, right?"

Zhou Fan told her before that "Chrysanthemum Platform" was heard from some old Taoist priest.

Zhou Fan's eyes twitched and said, "Do you know too? How many people did Du Ni tell this?"

"Everyone in the city knows it." Li Chongniang couldn't help but chuckled, "Brother Zhou, you can't go out like this, otherwise you won't think of going home tonight."

"Why?" Zhou Fan asked for a moment of confusion.

"Because there are many people waiting for Brother Zhou outside." Li Chongniang looked at the direction of the academy gate and said.

"Who is waiting for me?" Zhou Fan felt even more and more unfamiliar.

"Those scholars who hope to convince you not to give up writing poetry." Li Chongniang's eyes were full of smiles, and she paused and said, "And some wives of families of all sizes in the city."

"I don't think it's strange to scholar, but what the hell is the madam?" Zhou Fan asked in a daze.

Li Chongniang said: "Brother Zhou's song "Singing and Slowing" tells the lonely, sad and sad mood of the ladies living alone. They have been attracted by them as a great confidant in life. They just want to see you and see what you look like..."

"If I am not bad-looking, I still want to take me as a guest in the curtain, right?" Zhou Fan said a little annoyed. He didn't expect that he would write a poem and become a friend of a woman.

"This is not impossible." Li Chongniang's mouth curled slightly. She endured it very hard before she did not laugh out loud.

"Where is that bastard Du Ni?" Zhou Fan became angry. He must kill the bastard.

Only Du Ni has read that poem, and it must have been passed on by Du Ni.

At this moment, Du Ni was scolded by his teacher Zhongtian with a grievance.

Zhongtian held the paper with the words "Sheng Sheng Slow, Searching and Searching", and glared at Du Ni and scolded: "How could you spread his lyrics randomly without Zhou Fan's consent?"

"It's just a mess... I'll spread this story to the point where everyone in the city knows it in one day."

As the actual head of the vice president of Gaoxiang Academy, sometimes he was so busy that he couldn't stop at all, so Zhongtian knew about the group of people at the latest.

"I am indeed wrong with this." Du Ni said frankly: "But if I tell Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou will definitely disagree. I don't want Brother Zhou to waste his good talent for poetry..."

"Shut up." Nakata said laughing and crying: "Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you. Do you still want me to teach you?"

"Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you. Of course I understand this, but if I have such talent, I naturally wish I could write ten or hundreds of songs every day so that my name would be sung all over the world. Teacher, I do to others what I want." Du Ni argued with a serious face.

Nakata: "…"

Zhongtian was too lazy to talk nonsense with Du Ni, and could not turn him back after debate with him for three days and three nights. Zhongtian Yan ordered him to apologize to Zhou Fan tomorrow, and only drove him out of the room after he agreed.

After Du Ni left, Zhongtian looked down at the lyrics on the paper in his hand, and he murmured to himself: "Search and search... is so well written. I really can't believe that such a gentle and desolate lyrics were made by a man. Is this the so-called talent?"

The eldest brother asked him to record all the members of the A-character class in Gaoxiang County. He had already ordered reliable people to do it. Like Zhou Fan wrote a poem like this. Even if it should have nothing to do with what the eldest brother told him, the eldest brother's instructions were not big or small, and he didn't know what was important.

Of course, everything must be reported.

He sat in the room for a while, and the people below did sort out the records of what the members of Class A did in the academy today and sent them over.

Zhongtian opened it and browsed it. Today was the first day, but someone was absent. The ones were absent from the line, with deep wrinkles and the rest came to study in the academy.

This made Zhongtian frown slightly. As the secret disciples of Baixiang Temple, it was not surprising that his party did not come, but he did not come even though he wrinkled...

Zhongtian shook his head, maybe there was another arrangement. After all, this was not a mandatory requirement. If he didn't come, he would be unable to monitor it. He could only find out what they were doing in the future.

It is not easy to follow these people, and it is even more difficult to explain when it is discovered that the academy does it.

Zhongtian discovered that as he thought, Zhou Fan wrote a poem and was indeed recorded by the people below. He nodded slightly with satisfaction, so that he could meet his requirements.

After confirming that there was no problem, Zhongtian handed the record to the people below to send it to the senior brother.

Naturally, such things cannot use the official messaging system, but the academies, the Big Buddha Temple, and the aristocratic families have their own messaging systems. When delivering messages that they don’t want to know to the official, they will use their own messaging systems.

The transmission system built on message symbols and musical notes is not slow. As for the cost, it is still affordable for forces like the academy.

After dealing with this matter, Zhongtian was busy with other academy affairs. When he was late at night, the jade pendant around his waist emitted a faint silver light.

Zhongtian put the brush into the pen holder, then picked up the jade pendant and took a look. His eyes were a little surprised, and he quickly tapped the jade pendant and said respectfully: "Senior Brother."

"Junior brother, was that song "Sheng Sheng Slow" really written by Zhou Fan?" Duanmu Xiaohong asked.

Nakata said: "This is what my disciples saw with their own eyes, and there should be no falsehood."

Zhongtian explained the matter in detail. The title of the poem was temporarily drawn, and Zhou Fan wrote it on the spot, which ruled out the possibility of finding someone to write for you in advance.

This poem is so well written that they have never read it before because of their talent. Naturally, it was not copied from a collection of poems.

After hearing this, Duanmu Xiaohong sighed: "I didn't expect that Zhou Fan still has such talent and such a delicate woman's resentment mentality. Throughout history, it is probably difficult to have such a kind of lyric that surpasses this poem."

Zhongtian was silent for a moment and said, "What the eldest brother said is very much."

"This poem can be regarded as a title for everyone. It is our great blessing and misfortune to be born in the same generation as these poems." Duanmu Xiaohong said happily with a bit of sourness and joy: "Even if I read the "Chrysanthemum Platform" written by the candidate named Zhou Juhua not long ago, it is a bit inferior, but it is graceful and bold, and it seems a bit inappropriate to compare..."

"..." Zhongtian coughed lightly and interrupted: "Senior Brother, "Chrysanthemum Platform" was also written by Zhou Fan, and Zhou Juhua is just his nickname."
Chapter completed!