Jiang Chen has long been accustomed to this.

The mentor claimed that he was old and could not remember the names of people. He always only remembered his works and talents. In his eyes, the children of princes and nobles were all that.

"I heard from the book boy that yesterday there was an incident of a ghost beast hurting people by the Wei River. A disciple of the Imperial College, named Jiang Chen, was rescued by Cui Yourong of the Beast Academy and was taken away and unknown whereabouts.

Is this Jiang Chen you?"

Jiang Chen was stunned, but he didn't expect that this incident had spread.

“It’s the student.”

Lu Mingyu pondered with his beard and looked like a fairy-like man.

"The garden cannot be locked in the spring scenery, and a red apricot tree comes out of the wall... You are afraid that good things are coming."

Jiang Chen nodded, and said nothing, just:

"It can't be hidden from my mentor."

Lu Mingyu pondered:

"The Cui family in Chang'an was born after Cui Hao, Boling. Although most of the descendants were craftsmen, their poetry style was not deteriorated.

I remember that the genius from the Beast Control Sect had a younger brother named Cui Qingchuan, and his poems were not inferior to you.

There is also a cousin...what is called, it is good at writing legendary stories, and it is quite interesting."

Jiang Chen thought to himself that his mentor can't even remember my name, but he remembers the name Cui Qingchuan. I believe that this brother-in-law's poetry and prose skills are determined by him.

However, Jiang Chen doesn't make a living by poetry and prose now.

The poems copied in the past were all Song poems, which were not on the same level as Tang poems.

What's more, he has not moved the most classic Song poems, so he has kept them for use at critical moments.

In this way, Jiang Chen is likely to become the first time traveler in history to copy poems that cannot win the natives.

Unfortunately, in the Xianwu era, simple poetry and prose were not prosperous, which is why my mentor cherishes and loves talents so much.

After giving Jiang Chen a study abroad, he added some more studies. After the transfer, Lu Mingyu and Jiang Chen ate and drank tea and commented on poems and essays.

When Jiang Chen was about to leave, the old man who was blushing and blushing said drunk by the power of the wine:

"When your good things are done, I advise Qingchuan not to linger in the fireworks place and come to the Confucian Temple. I will help him to get the product."

Jiang Chen was still in the same place.
Chapter completed!