Became a group favorite in the arms of the villain prince after wearing a book

Wu Chen was very disappointed, obviously he had put his heart into writing poems.

Jiang Yanming just wanted to say one thing about this, it's useless to hold Buddha's feet temporarily.

From Jiang Yanming's point of view, what Wu Chen wrote was nothing eye-catching.

Although it's not good to tear up Wu Chen's carefully prepared poem in front of Wu Chen, but Jiang Yanming really couldn't help it.

"Didn't I tell you to write about heroism and righteousness? What are you writing about?"

Wu Chen whispered, "What I wrote is indeed my experience."

"Art comes from reality and is higher than reality. How many good deeds can you do with your temper?" Jiang Yanming said angrily.

Wu Chen clenched his fists, lowered his head, and kept telling himself to calm down.

His father never taught him that.

"Where are we going?"

"Find someone who can help you, but whether she is willing to help is another matter."

Jiang Yanming and Wu Chen left the courtyard, before leaving, Jiang Yanming closed the door.

However, after Jiang Yanming and Wu Chen left together, a figure walked out from the nearby courtyard, pushed open Jiang Yanming's courtyard door, and walked in.

She went straight to Jiang Yanming's house, rummaging for something in Jiang Yanming's yard.

Soon, the man said in surprise, "I found it!"

"Last night, the rain was dredging and the wind was violent. The heavy sleep did not dissipate the residual wine. I tried the man with the curtain, but the begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin."

The man smacked his lips, "Jiang Yanming can write such a good poem? It's unbelievable."

"But now it's mine."

The man took out a pen and paper from his pocket, and copied the Rumeng Token.

Afterwards, the man put the piece of paper on which Rumeng Token was written on it back to its original place.

The man tiptoed out of Jiang Yanming's house and restored everything to its original appearance.

After the man left, a dark shadow appeared in Jiang Yanming's yard.

That black shadow quickly broke into Jiang Yanming's room, and rummaged through Jiang Yanming's room.

Soon the man in black found the paper that was written like a dream order.

"It should be this."

The man in black put the paper into his arms and quickly left Jiang Yanming's yard.

A gust of wind blew past, and the paper scraps scattered on the ground were blown away by the wind, becoming the only trace of change in Jiang Yanming's yard.

……

"Cousin Yanming, you are embarrassing my sister."

At a table, Bai Jin, Jiang Yanming, and Wu Chen sat around, with Bai Jin propping his chin with his hands.

"It's definitely okay for my sister to help you. After all, you still call me sister. But it's absolutely impossible for you to ask me to help you."

As Bai Jin said, she glanced at Wu Chen with contempt.

Wu Chen stared back without showing any weakness.

Bai Jin is of a high level, and she helped to correct the work Yao Yuyi submitted.

She studied with Jiang Yanming, mostly to monitor Wu Chen.

"However, Master Wu, have you just passed the literary examination? Why can't you write a decent poem?"

"Hmph, I know what to ask."

How can Mr. Wu, who is only thinking about fighting and killing, solve this kind of thing by himself?

It must be a wave of secret operations behind the scenes, and this is how to get into the Tianzi Academy.

As a matter of fact, the people who could sneak in from the other four sects except Miracle Doctor Valley were only let in after investigation by Ji Xingfei and Ji Hongsu.

After all, it is much more convenient to stare under the nose than to find out the people hiding in the dark.

Therefore, even though Wu Chen's literary level was in a mess, Ji Xingfei still turned a blind eye and let him pass.

The same is true for Yao Yuyi.

The only difference may be that Yao Yuyi's level is much better than Wu Chen's.

Bai Jin was very dissatisfied with Wu Chen's arrogant attitude, her smile faded a bit.

"It seems that some people don't need my help."

Jiang Yanming shrugged, "You two come from similar backgrounds, Xiao Chenzi may get some inspiration from you."

As for Wu Chen's own level, don't mention it.

"Don't talk about it, I can't let the guys from Sun Moon Hall write good works, right? We are in competition!"

Bai Jin firmly refused.

"Tch, if you don't help, you won't help. I really don't care for your help!"

Wu Chen turned his head away.

Jiang Yanming sighed and whispered something in Bai Jin's ear.

"Huh? Huh? What?"

The expression on Bai Jin's face changed from shock to laughter.

"Hahaha! No, I'm so happy."

Bai Jin laughed out of nowhere.

"You can actually write something like this, and you think it's a good one, Mr. Wu, you really deserve it!"

Wu Chen's face was full of black lines, "Teacher is too much."

Jiang Yanming looked at Bai Jin, "So, sister Bai, do you feel Xiao Chenzi's pity?"

"If he can feel it and write poems like this, he is considered amazing."

Bai Jin laughed until tears came out, she stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"In that case, I can help him with ideas."

Wu Chen glanced at Bai Jin, "Why did you change your mind?"

"Because from the current point of view, you are no threat to us, Mr. Wu."

Bai Jin smiled.

Wu Chen's own level is just like that, no matter how much he adjusts, he can't be too powerful.

"Xiao Chenzi, don't say that the teacher won't help you, this lady will write a sentence for you."

Bai Jin provided the pen and paper.

Jiang Yanming picked up the pen and wrote down the words.

"Let's try new tea with new fire, and take advantage of the time with poetry and wine."

This sentence can be regarded as a famous sentence, since Wu Chen has called the teacher so many times, this sentence should be given to him.

Although Wu Chen's own level couldn't be worse, he still has the ability to appreciate good sentences.

"Thank you teacher!" Wu Chen said excitedly.

This sentence is so well written, it is worthy of Miss Jiang.

"Cousin Yanming, such a good sentence, if you don't give it to my sister, why did you give it to this guy?"

Bai Jin's tone was somewhat resentful.

"This is not my original work. It was written by a literary master named Su Dongpo, but it has not been handed down."

Jiang Yanming explained.

"There is still one more day, so I won't stay any longer. I hope you have a pleasant cooperation."

"I can't be happy." Wu Chen snorted coldly.

"Master Wu, this is not the attitude of begging for help."

"Humph……"

Wu Chen finally lowered his proud head.

After Jiang Yanming dealt with Wu Chen's affairs, he returned to his yard.

When she entered the room and wanted to find her copy of Rumeng Token to hand in, she found that her work had disappeared.

"Who? Who took my work?"

Jiang Yanming frowned, the loss of her works was not the biggest problem, the key was that someone would steal her works.

After all, now that her reputation as a talented woman has been spread, there are not a few people who covet her works.

"No, Rumeng Token cannot be stolen by them!"

She can use this word, and Jiang Yunxian from modern times can also use it.

But if other people want to use it, it is absolutely not allowed!