The people below who were looking at the second floor with admiring eyes had no idea that the person they were looking up to was half-obscenely bending over and peeking through the peephole on the paper window to peek at everything downstairs.
Of course, others may not be able to see this scene, but the sharp-eyed "sir" saw a pair of extremely bright star eyes from the hole that suddenly appeared on the second floor.
Suddenly, "Sir" felt funny and shook his head. Fortunately, not everyone had his eyesight to see this scene.
Hearing the people downstairs ask herself whether she wrote this poem by herself or something else, Su Jinluo smiled, lowered her voice slightly and replied directly:
"I don't have such a talent. Those poems were not written by me, but I borrowed them from others."
Although Su Jinluo said it was "borrowing", everyone understood that this was not much different from copying.
After all, today’s test question is for everyone to improvise on the spot, each writing a poem based on what they have learned.
Therefore, just after Su Jinluo finished speaking, many of the scholars below showed contempt on their faces, and even the somewhat flustered Xiang Linghan showed a look of pride at this moment.
Sure enough, he knew that these poems were obviously his original creations, how could anyone possibly imagine that the person upstairs had copied them!
"only……"
Seeing the expressions of those people below completely changed, Su Jinluo gently threw out three more words.
"Just what?!" Xiang Linghan now regarded the mysterious man on the second floor as a thorn in his side.
Xiang Linghan turned over, naturally he didn't want the people on the second floor to say anything that would bring bad luck to him.
"It's just that the person I'm learning from is naturally not Mr. Xiang, but a talented but unknown great sage."
Su Jinluo looked at Xiang Linghan and narrowed her eyes. The dark light in her eyes shot like ice arrows towards the second floor, full of warnings, telling her to stop talking nonsense.
However, could she be afraid of Ling Han's intimidating gaze?
"I came across a collection of poems by chance, and I thought it was really wonderful. What's even more amazing is how someone with such extraordinary talent could remain unknown."
Sitting on the second floor, where no one could see him, Su Jinluo opened the bone fan and waved the paper fan gracefully.
"Due to my temporary admiration, I couldn't bear to see such a talented gentleman being buried in silence, so I took the opportunity to live in Zhulan and renamed him."
After saying that, Su Jinluo took out the collection of poems that he had driven out last night and handed it into Mu Fu's hands.
Mu Fu blinked. The second lady had been busy all night yesterday and had been writing for so long. It turned out that it came in handy here.
Not long after Mu Fu received the collection of poems, someone knocked on the door.
Mu Fu stepped forward, opened the door, handed the collection of poems to the guard who came upstairs, and finally closed the door again.
The guard came downstairs with the collection of poems contributed by Su Jinluo.
After listening to Su Jinluo's explanation, the students downstairs all stood up and looked anxious.
The guard stood on the stage, still showing the contents of the poetry collection to everyone page by page as before.
Those talented students were really amazed and amazed when they saw the witty sayings, heroic and majestic words on this page. They said that this is truly the masterpiece of the ages.