Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

The group carefully examined the poems, which were both bold and unrestrained, yet fresh and elegant, with wonderful artistic conception, as if their souls were being cleansed.

This Li Bai was truly a genius of all time.

The five of them kept working without stopping, as if they were so engrossed in the poem that they didn't want to leave.

Akahoshi curled her lips. These guys really are bookworms, but being a bookworm is a good thing.

When Zhao Chen turned to another page and saw the poem "Drinking Alone Under the Moon - You Are Not Here" written on it, he frowned.

His heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened, and he turned to Chi Xing in disbelief, asking, "Brother Chi, you're saying these poems are from a thousand years ago?"

Akahoshi seemed not to understand why he asked that question, and nodded with a wry smile, "Yes, otherwise, the paper wouldn't be so worn out."

Zhao Chen stared at Chi Xing, as if trying to discern the truth in his words, and then asked:

"Then have you shown it to anyone? If these are truly poems from a thousand years ago, then..."

Why was Wang Zhou also able to write it?

Thinking of this, he shook his head and pondered, "No, no, could it be that Wang Zhou plagiarized Li Bai's poem?"

Once the seed of doubt is planted, it begins to take root and sprout.

Zhao Chen began to recall Wang Zhou's background. He was a farmer from the village, and he had never even heard of him before.

When did I first notice him? Oh right, it was when I heard him recite poetry once.

But what if this poem wasn't written by Wang Zhou?

The group continued copying poems until evening, when Chixing saw them off.

After closing the bookstore door, Akahoshi went to the clinic to pick up her husband from work, just like usual.

At the speed of Zhao Chen and his team, they should be able to find out about Wang Zhou's plagiarism very soon.

Just as Chi Xing had guessed, Zhao Chen's expression darkened as soon as he left the bookstore.

The five returned to their dormitory at the academy, and Zhao Chen summoned the bodyguards who had been following him.

He was sent to investigate Chi Xing and Wang Zhou's affairs. Zhao Chen trusted no one but what his own people found out.

*

Akahoshi arrived at the clinic, picked up her husband, and went home.

The clinic provides lunch, so Liu Yu only goes home to eat dinner.

After returning home, Chixing still told Liu Yu about the matchmaker's visit that day, so as not to cause any misunderstanding.

"What? Such a thing could happen?"

Liu Yu pondered for a moment and then told her mother that evening.

When Liu Guihua returned and heard this, she was also somewhat surprised: "These days I've been walking on the main road and have never paid attention to any young master."

Besides, she had no intention of remarrying. Now that she could see Liu Yu was doing well and she had found something she wanted to do, Liu Guihua didn't want to remarry, as she might be subject to her mother-in-law's control.

If she could no longer go out to work and had to stay in the backyard to be a wife and mother, she might have been willing before, but now she is not.

But she's been living at Akahoshi's house for a long time now.

Chixing, worried that she might overthink things, said, "This is a decision for Mother to make. If Mother doesn't like that person, we'll refuse. This is our home, Mother, don't worry about troubling us."

Hearing this warmed Liu Guihua's heart. Her daughter Xiaoyu was lucky to have met such a good husband.

She looked at the two of them and said, "Life is good now, and I will never remarry."

Both of them respected her decision and didn't bring it up again.

In the following days, Chi Xing would go to the bookstore to wait for Zhao Chen and the others to arrive.

He knew Zhao Chen would definitely investigate him and his young husband, so he had already told everything he needed to say. The only other thing Zhao Chen could find out was that he had a stroke of luck after meeting Liu Yu and had dug up ginseng to sell for money.

As for the origin of these ancient poems, it's easier to explain. It's normal that the secret guards couldn't find things that were passed down from a thousand years ago.

In the past few days, Zhao Chen would ask him about poets like Li Bai from time to time. Chi Xing would only say a little bit, and then say he didn't know the rest, leaving Zhao Chen to fill in the blanks himself.

Zhao Chen became even more certain of his thoughts. The investigation he had conducted that day revealed that Chi Xing and Wang Zhou were from the same village, and Wang Zhou even coveted Chi Xing's husband.

How could someone like that stay at Yong'an Academy? Moreover, he plagiarized other people's poems and became a talented scholar himself. It's truly laughable.

His students all knew about it, but they didn't spread it; they just waited to see Wang Zhou embarrass himself in public the next time.

Yong'an County holds a poetry gathering every year. Because it was the fiefdom of the King of Chu, the gathering was held in the restaurant he owned.

Not only are the prizes generous, but the first-place winner will also be crowned with the title of "Talented Scholar of Yong'an County".

In previous years, this title would have been taken by students from Yong'an Academy, and this year will likely be no exception.

Chi Xing led Liu Yu on a stroll to the east of the city, where a stage had already been set up in front of the Chu Yun Restaurant, just waiting for the poetry gathering to begin.

Akahoshi also booked a private room on the second floor, and brought her husband along to try the food at this top restaurant.

"This is a perfect spot; I can see everything clearly," Akahoshi said with satisfaction.

Liu Yu had never heard that he also liked to compose poems, so why did he come here today?

However, Akahoshi thought that he would accompany him. He hadn't had a proper time to hang out with Akahoshi lately, and he really wanted to have a meal with him.

After several months of recuperation, Liu Yu's temperament underwent a dramatic change. He was no longer the somewhat self-conscious young man he once was; to others, he seemed like some kind of young master from who-knows-where.

Of course, apart from the scar on his face, Akahoshi was completely different from the hunter he used to be.

More and more people gathered upstairs and downstairs, and soon they heard shouts from downstairs that the poetry recital was about to begin.

The distinguished guests did not wait downstairs; most of them watched from good spots upstairs.

Liu Yu soon saw Wang Zhou, who went up on stage to compose a poem according to the requirements of the topic.

The title of the first poem is: Climbing High.

He quickly won first place, and the man recited the poem aloud in front of everyone.

Climbing High

The wind is fierce, the sky is high, and the monkeys howl mournfully; the islet is clear, the sand is white, and the birds fly back.

......"

Hearing the exclamations of those around him, Wang Zhou wore a faint smile. He looked up at the second floor, adopting a humble posture.

Suddenly, I saw Chi Xing and Liu Yu up there. Liu Yu looked even more beautiful than she had a few days ago.

Turning to look at the window next to him, a fair-skinned young man came into view. He was holding a folding fan, dressed in a luxurious brocade robe, and the jade hairpin in his hair had a lustrous sheen.

Wang Zhou immediately knew that the man must be Wen Lan, the young master of the Prime Minister's mansion. The other man happened to be looking down as well, and the two made eye contact. Wang Zhou gave him a humble smile.

Wen Lan smiled faintly as well, her gaze remaining fixed on him.

"Young master, don't stare at that person, or someone will get jealous later," a servant couldn't help but remind him.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't come here for him."

When Wenlan thought of that person, she smiled and turned her gaze away, but her eyes met those of someone below.

When Zhao Chen saw that this person had finally deigned to look over, his eyes were filled with resentment.