Even if he beats his wife, he never beats his daughter.

This is his last stubbornness and integrity as a scumbag. It's a pity that at this moment, he can't keep this stubbornness.

Don't hit her, itchy hands!

"Jiang Rumi! You don't even know what's so good about this poem, and you dare to copy it, dare to say that you wrote it yourself? Do you know that today in the court, the scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion cried bitterly, saying that if he practiced for another twenty years, he would not be able to write a poem like "Spring Dawn" that contains the truth! How dare you say that you can write a poem that is eight or nine percent good? Are you so floating that you don't know how many pounds and taels you have? ”

The sudden blow of "woo woo woo ......" was too painful.

Jiang Rumi is even more stubborn, worthy of being the stubborn daughter of her stubborn father!

"You hit me...... Woowoo...... You say I don't understand, so tell me, what's so good about these two poems? ”

"I ......" Jiang Er, who didn't have a lot of ink in his stomach, was stunned when he heard this.

He thought carefully, "I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere." The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall", and thought about it for a while, "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown", this seems to ...... It's really not that great. Didn't you just sleep and hear the birds chirping and count the petals again? Also, the window was not closed, and I saw the moonlight in front of the bed, and I thought of my hometown...... So why didn't the windows close before going to bed? Won't you catch a cold? What does moonshine have to do with hometown? Isn't this poem just a vernacular, what's so good?

The father and daughter looked at each other, and there was a loss of embarrassment and loneliness in the air.

"Hey." The last one to sigh was She, "Husband, don't blame your daughter, who would have thought that these poems would have such a high evaluation in the eyes of those literati......"

"Of course it's your fault! I entrusted you with everything in my family, and you failed to live up to my expectations! ”

She Shi, who was silently carrying the blame, got up from the ground and tried his best to find a way, "It's okay husband, don't worry. It is a good thing for my daughter that so many people praise these poems. She will soon become the number one talented woman who deserves her name. When the time comes, you will have the blue eyes of the nobles, and you will be able to inherit the title. It's been five years since the old lady passed away, and His Majesty hasn't approved you to inherit the title, so now is the perfect opportunity......"

"If this poem was really written by my daughter, I would be happy! But is this something that a boudoir daughter of hers can write? You don't know, how many people are weird with me, and they suspect that I found someone to plagiarize other people's poems, in order to build momentum for my daughter......"

Jiang Rumi couldn't stand it, "Why can't this poem be written by a boudoir daughter?" ”

"Such a good poem should not have been written by a girl, let alone at your age...... Heh, wouldn't it be genius to be able to write? I don't know how many pounds and taels you have! ”

Jiang Rumi really didn't want to say that this poem was written by Jiang Yunxi, which made her feel very ashamed and ashamed.

She admits that the poems in "The Fragile Collection" are very good, but they are only a little better than her. She felt like she could catch up with her as long as she worked hard.

Who knows, it has been evaluated like this by others...... In addition to panic, there is also anger! Angry at the injustice of fate, why did he give Jiang Yunxi such a look and give her such talent!