My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

Tang Xianxian did not call Master Song, who was kneeling on the ground, to get up.

She didn't even look at Master Song again.

She said calmly:

"You don't even know where you went wrong!"

She picked up the paper on the table and handed it to Zhang Wenqian:

"This is the late spring poem written by Bai Shaoqiu!"

"He was the one who gave this poem a B-grade!"

"I invited Master Zhang here because I wanted him to take a look at this poem with his own eyes and see if it's really only of the B-grade standard!"

Zhang Wenqian bowed and took the paper, knowing that something was wrong.

His eyes fell on the paper... The writing was indeed ugly.

But, this word...

After a moment, he took a deep breath. This late spring poem written by Bai Shaoqiu was simply the best!

Even if he had a prejudice against Bai Shaoqiu before, after hearing these words, his opinion had completely changed.

Such words are not something Zhang Wenqian could write!

Looking across the entire Xingguo, there are probably few people who can write such words.

Even at the Xiangshan Literary Meeting, with this poem, Bai Shaoqiu could definitely get an A-level grade!

Damn Master Song, is he blinded by lard? He only gave a B-grade. You should at least give an A-grade to explain it!

No wonder the Ninth Princess was angry!

This Master Song is a real idiot!

He gave Bai Shaoqiu a B and cut off Bai Shaoqiu's way to enter Lanting.

That means Jubao Money House lost a huge sum of money!

His pig-brained mind never considered what kind of deep meaning was hidden behind the fact that Jubao Money House dared to offer this gambling game?

With just one move, he destroyed the Ninth Princess's dowry of one million taels of silver!

Of course the Ninth Princess has to check it out!

Bai Shaoqiu's poem is of such high quality, Princess Nine, please take a look. How could this be hidden?!

This is great!

愚！

Stupid!

The Ninth Princess then asked:

"finish watching?"

Zhang Wenqian bowed: "I've finished reading it."

"So, with Zhang Yuanzheng's talent, can Mr. Bai's poem about late spring really only get a B-low?"

"No! Mr. Bai is so talented! I think this poem must be ranked first!"

Master Song, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head in surprise when he heard this.

A-level?

He gave it to B!

If A is confirmed, it means that there is a huge problem with his judgment——

The literary gathering cannot guarantee that every scholar can make the most accurate judgment on every question, so the poems and articles of all participants in the literary gathering will be gathered at Lanting, where they will be reviewed again by the great scholars and the final judgment will be made on the poems that are controversial.

Master Song really didn't expect that Bai Shaoqiu was the card in the gambling game set up by the Ninth Princess!

He just wanted his son to win the ten thousand taels of silver from Bai Shaoqiu.

Besides, the handwriting is so ugly, and Bai Shaoqiu's reputation is so bad. For a poem about late spring written by a loser who can't even read a single word, it's reasonable to give it a grade of B.

But now, Zhang Laoyuan is saying that Bai Shaoqiu's poem must get an A...

This is far from his judgment of B, and it is far from a question of accurate judgment.

This means that there are huge problems with his appreciation of poetry!

But can this loser Bai Shaoqiu write the lyrics on A?

Master Song didn't believe it.

But he didn't dare say it!

Because the King of Zhenxi and his wife were sitting there!

He felt very wronged, so he lowered his head silently and shed two lines of tears.

The Ninth Princess' voice sounded again:

"To be honest with you, Mr. Zhang, I liked Mr. Bai's poem the moment I saw it."

"I showed this poem to Elder Si and Elder Fang, and they both gave it a very high evaluation!"

"Even Mr. Si believes that Mr. Bai's late spring poem ranks among the top three in the literary world over the past 500 years!"

"But this person gave this poem a B grade..."

"I did not wrongly accuse him of being blind."

At this moment, Master Song's heart was filled with turmoil.

He never expected that Bai Shaoqiu's poem would be given such high praise by the two great scholars, Mr. Si and Mr. Fang!

He suspected that these people were trying to curry favor with the Zhenxi Palace. In his panic, he lost his composure.

"impossible!"

"Your Highness, that loser Bai Shaoqiu..."

The Ninth Princess flew into a rage and yelled, "Shut up!"

"You are the waste!"

"Your whole family..."

As if she felt that these words were somewhat vicious, the Ninth Princess stood up and glared at Master Song who was kneeling on the ground, scolding him:

"As the teacher of Shangling Academy, you actually resorted to such despicable means to ensure your son's victory over Master Bai!"

"Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?!"

"Is this how you teach and educate people?"

"Where do you place the fairness and justice of the literary society?"

"Do you still have the law in your eyes?!"

"Mr. Bai is kind-hearted, so why didn't he kill you on the spot?"

"Someone is coming...!"

The black-armored guard stepped forward and saluted: "I'm here!"

"Drag this unlearned and incompetent person, who abuses his power for personal gain, commits corruption, and is unlearned, off with thirty sticks!"

Master Song, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly became even more panicked.

He hurriedly knelt down and walked two steps to the front of the Ninth Princess, kowtowed three times in a row.

When he looked up, blood was flowing from his forehead.

He burst into tears and made a bold move:

"Your Highness, Your Highness... I'm not convinced!"

"Isn't Bai Shaoqiu relying on his status as the emperor's son-in-law to win the championship?"

"Your Highness may not know what kind of person Bai Shaoqiu is, but everyone in Xiling City knows... him..."

Master Song pointed at Zhang Wenqian and said, "Zhang Yuanzheng also knows what kind of person Bai Shaoqiu is!"

Zhang Wenqian was so angry that cold sweat broke out on his back:

"You mad dog!"

"You are truly blind!"

"You know nothing about what kind of person Mr. Bai is!"

"You scum of Shangling Academy...Isn't it possible that you bought your status as a scholar?!"

"Open your eyes and let me take a good look at this poem written by Mr. Bai!"

"You'll never be able to write words like this in your lifetime!"

Zhang Wenqian threw the paper over.

Master Song hurriedly caught it, lowered his head, took a closer look, and was immediately dumbfounded.

His hands holding the paper were shaking violently!

His whole body was shaking!

He kept shaking his head and muttering:

"impossible!"

"impossible!"

"How could he possibly come up with such a good word?"

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Tang Xianxian: "Your Highness, Your Highness, I know!"

Tang Xianxian narrowed her eyes slightly: "What do you know?"

"Cheating!"

"Bai Shaoqiu cheated!"

"Someone leaked the topic of this literary conference to him!"

"Someone has already written the answers to the questions for him!"

"His father once donated ten thousand taels of silver to Shangling Academy!"

"this person……"

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Wenqian.

This sight frightened Zhang Wenqian so much that his soul almost flew away.

Zhang Wenqian raised his leg and kicked Master Song, sending him rolling out.

"You mad dog!"

"Are you going to bite me again?!"

"From now on, you are no longer the teacher of Shangling Academy!"

"The matter here is settled. If you still have a life left, get out of Shangling Academy immediately!"

"Shangling Academy doesn't have a scum like you!"