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"Actually, for those of us who have read many, many works, identifying the author through articles is a basic skill."

Qiao Wenshu's eyes flickered from Gao Xiaowei's face, looked at the others, and then fell gently on Mu Qingyun's face. She said softly, "Words are almost like fingerprints in our eyes."

It was quiet inside and outside the multimedia classroom.

Gao Xiaowei's palms were covered in cold sweat, but his expression remained unchanged.

Qiao Wenshu sighed: "If people who steal other people's writing don't be too lazy, read it carefully, read it carefully, and after reading it, change other people's writing into your own writing, and then write it out again, which may cause great confusion."

sex."

"But if you don't even bother to put in this effort and just change it to your own name without changing it, then who can you fool?"

Gao Xiaowei lowered his head and said nothing, but instantly regretted in his heart.

He was really too eager.

In the library at that time, Teacher Hong Biao was shocked when he saw the notebook and mistakenly thought it was written by him. It would be better if he didn't act so anxiously.

He can definitely make an appointment for another time to communicate and be fully prepared.

Professor Gao next to him smiled and said: "I have generally read it. Although most of it is unofficial history and miscellany, it should be true. The appearance of Jushi Yi An's "Ci Lun" will probably make the circle lively for a while."

Therefore, please don’t feel sorry for the ancients.

Qiao Wenshu smiled and agreed. She continued to flip through her notes and talked with Mu Qingyun with great interest about the stories of the ancients who had disappeared in the long river of history.

He must have done all the questions in the question bank he drew and knew the answers.

Mu Qingyun suddenly smiled, and there was no need for Teacher Qiao to ask her, and he explained the notebook she had lost in a generous manner.

There are only a few professors now, and they all have mixed reviews and criticisms, and each of them has something to say.

Everyone: "..."

Qiao Wenshu first learned with Mu Qingyun how great the famous poets of the Song Dynasty were.

Gao Xiaowei was sitting on a cold chair, with their laughter and voices in his ears getting into his head little by little.

The poems are indeed very well written.

Several other teachers rolled their eyes and yelled: "Exaggeration!"

"In this case, if you seek benevolence and get benevolence, what's the point of complaining about being exiled?"

Now that I think about it, it was really a mistake.

Naturally, it also included a photocopy of the volume that Gao Xiaowei had stolen.

This is simply an era of fighting between gods and gods. Many poems and articles are unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and all of them are shining pearls in the history of literature.

As she spoke, Qiao Wenshu took out a total of sixteen notebooks given to her by Mu Qingyun from the book box beside her, and stacked them one by one in front of her eyes.

In her short essay, Li Dacai sharply criticized many great poets in the Song Dynasty such as Su Shi, Liu Yong, Yan Shu, etc. She said that Liu Yong was too vulgar to be on the stage, that Qin Guan's poetry was empty and unrealistic, and that Li Yu's poetry was

It is the sound of the subjugation of the country. If you talk about Su Shi, if you don’t follow the rhythm, the writing will not count as words...

"In that era, the good relationship between brothers was a good story. But now, Su Che is the best in the dating world, the kind of guy that girls don't dare to marry."

He Zhou held the notebook that Mu Qingyun had given to Grandma Qiao, and while reading it, he smiled: "If the information is true... what a Li Qingzhao, what a layman Yi An, but she is too unruly and extreme, too arrogant.

point."

Gao Xiaowei gritted his teeth and said: "This article is just my occasional knowledge. I am just a beginner in history."

Qiao Wenshu raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Are they great? They are great, but I also have a good girl here who can criticize them all with a pen!"

Mu Qingyun laughed and quickly comforted him: "Li Qingzhao's words are indeed thorny and somewhat straightforward. Compared with Li Tang's Ci in the Song Dynasty, it has entered a state of elegance. Li Qingzhao is proficient in music. She feels that Ci is musical and must be

You have to be able to sing it, which is completely contrary to Su Shi's point of view."

God will favor him.

Su Che composed twenty-nine poems in one year, and twenty-five of them were written to his brother. The brotherly love moved heaven and earth.

"Today we will do it online. Xiaoyan, you open the question bank of the history research group, randomly select a set of questions from Song Dynasty and Beixu, and ask Gao to do it."

Countless questions are like roadblocks.

Thinking back on how little by little they have sorted out the remaining ancient books and materials over the years, those poems and articles still leave a lasting impression on my lips and teeth after reading them.

There were only a few words written haphazardly on the computer screen, and the cursor flashed, as if it was the greatest mockery of him.

One set is also placed in the safe.

"Su Shi has always been chic and childish. If he could really meet Li Qingzhao, he would not mind Li Qingzhao's evaluation of his lyrics."

When Qiao Wenshu saw that the notebooks were neatly arranged, she forgot about Gao Xiaowei for a moment, her eyes lit up, and she pulled Mu Qingyun to talk in a low voice.

"We have a bachelor from Su University. He has no money to buy a house, so he asks his younger brother for it. He has no money to build roads, so he asks his younger brother for it. His younger brother really dares to give it to him. It can be said that he has spent all his family property to help his elder brother."

Before his thoughts were extinguished, as soon as the question bank was opened, Gao Xiaowei suddenly stiffened.

Mu Qingyun also sighed: "Speaking of which, his younger brother Su Che is more pitiful. He has spent his whole life cleaning up his brother's mess. He is really a maniac about supporting his brother."

After talking for a long time, Qiao Wenshu looked at the time, looked up at Gao Xiaowei's answer on the big screen, was silent for a moment, and pressed her eyebrows: "Classmate Gao, do you still want to say that you wrote this article?"

For a moment, he felt like there was no warmth in his body, and his ability to react seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment, and he didn't even have the strength to turn around and run away.

Qiao Wenshu sighed.

Everyone came together to take a closer look. Mu Qingyun recorded in his notes that when searching for ancient classics, he found an article called "On Ci" written by Li Qingzhao, a poet from the Song Dynasty.

When Mu Qingyun heard Qiao Wenshu talk about Mr. Dongpo from the Song Dynasty, he almost burst into tears. He couldn't laugh or cry: "If you say Su Shi is pitiful, I don't quite agree. What's so pitiable about him?"

"Okay, since this is your work, let's start the defense."

Qiao Wenshu stared at him for a long time. Gao Xiaowei said nothing, frowned slightly, and pointed to the computer next to him.

"It can be said that his younger brother is helping him support the family of Bachelor Su, and he has to ask his younger brother to reimburse him for all his own expenses."

It's no use thinking about this now.

Mu Qingyun and several teachers talked calmly.

Gao Xiaowei's heart suddenly sank. He gently squeezed the small incense burner hanging on his wrist, as if he was holding the world. He closed his eyes, turned around and sat on the chair.

Qiao Wenshu and the others felt a little incredible.

"Shenzong supported the New Deal, but he insisted on supporting the old law. After Shenzong passed away, Empress Dowager Gao reused him because he supported the old law. When he was good, he supported the new law again."

At that time, I didn’t have time to correct it carefully, so I just took a picture to extract the text and sent it.

A large amount of information flashed across the screen, and he seemed to have difficulty even reading it.

In just a moment, cold sweat rolled down his face.

Gao Xiaowei took a deep breath and said coldly: "Of course."

For a moment, several teachers seemed to be quarreling.

Mu Qingyun herself does not have the habit of copying her notes, but Teacher Jia is a careful person and is used to preparing for rainy days. She has three sets of copies of her notebooks.

The students outside the door listened to the whole thing, but they were reluctant to leave. They just thought that what the teachers and this classmate were talking about was very interesting, as if it was a big show.

She didn't memorize the whole text, she just refined the language, summarized it in a very orderly manner, and added some knowledge points that she hadn't had time to write down.

"This note is a summary of the key points and key points I wrote down while studying history recently, as well as supplements and guesses about vague knowledge points in current historical research. It's just a family opinion."

After Mu Qingyun finished speaking, everyone in the house became silent.

These teachers are not fools, and the situation has been clear for a long time.
Chapter completed!