Let Me Help the Protagonist Turn Around and Join the Villainous Female Demon

In his Previous Life, these poems were mandatory reading.

No wonder the Child of Destiny seemed so strange.

It turned out he was also a Transmigrator.

And he was plagiarizing right in front of them.

”Brother Chu, it’s your turn now.”

Chu Xinghe took a deep breath.

”Why don’t you recite all three of your poems first?”

Ning Xiuchi froze. What did he mean?

The others looked at Chu Xinghe, their eyes filled with strangeness.

”He must be too afraid to recite anything, right?”

”After someone writes ’May we all live long, and share the beauty of the moon across a thousand miles,’ who would dare write about the moon? If I were Chu Xinghe, I wouldn’t recite either. Isn’t that just embarrassing?”

”I really screwed up. I actually bet on Chu Xinghe winning. I must have been blinded by lard.”

”Wuwu, all my savings!”

”Fortunately, I bet on Ning Xiuchi. It looks like a guaranteed win this time.”

Hearing the surrounding discussions.

Ning Xiuchi took a deep breath.

”Since Brother Chu is deferring, I won’t be overly aggressive.”

”Next is the second poem I wrote.”

”A poem expressing longing for a husband.”

”The fragrance of red lotus fades, the jade mat feels the autumn chill. Lightly shedding my silk dress, I board the orchid boat alone. Who sends a letter embroidered with clouds? When the wild geese return, the moon fills the West Tower.”

”Flowers drift and fall, waters flow on their own. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.”

”There is no way to dispel this feeling; it just leaves the brows, yet rises in the heart.”

After Ning Xiuchi finished reciting, he sighed softly.

The spectators only then recovered their senses.

”Oh my god, the last poem was already awesome, and he wrote another one!”

”If I could write one like that, my Family Genealogy would start with me.”

”I knew betting on him to win was the most accurate choice, though the odds are a bit low.”

”Chu Xinghe has become a clown. Even if he doesn’t write the third poem, Ning Xiuchi has already won.”

”Tsk tsk tsk, I don’t know what those people who bet on Chu Xinghe were thinking.”

Many people looked at Ning Xiuchi with fervor.

In Wen Rushui’s private room above, she looked at Ning Xiuchi, lost in thought.

Zhongli Qingmeng’s killing intent toward Ning Xiuchi had reached its Peak.

The elder from Qinglu Academy had a smile on his face.

”Even I cannot write poetry of this caliber.”

The two people following behind him mumbled.

There was complexity, excitement, and more than anything, anticipation.

They just wondered what the third poem would be like.

After Ning Xiuchi enjoyed a wave of praise.

He took out the last poem.

”Black clouds press down upon the city, the city is about to crumble; the armor shines in the sun, like golden scales unfolding.”

”The sound of horns fills the sky in the autumn colors; the rouge of the frontier congeals into night purple.”

”Half-furled red flags approach the Yi River; the double drums are cold, unable to stir life.”

”To repay the lord’s intention on the Golden Terrace, I shall carry the Jade Dragon and die for him.”

As soon as the poem was released.

There was an uproar.

”Hiss, I feel like I can see the scene: the enemies, like black clouds, rushing towards me.”

”The military horns shake heaven and earth; in the darkness, the warriors’ blood congeals into dark purple. All this is just to repay the sovereign’s grace.”

Many people present had tears in their eyes.

This poem was written right into their hearts.

”Good!”

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out.

The applause throughout the great hall sounded like thunder.

Ning Xiuchi stood tall on the stage, slightly glancing over, meeting Xingxi’s gaze.

Xingxi recovered her senses, deeply moved in her heart.

As the Saintess of Qinglu Academy, she naturally understood these things.

She knew this Junior Brother was very talented.

Today, she truly witnessed only the tip of his iceberg.

Three poems, three different styles.

They actually came from the hand of one person.

Once today’s events are publicized.

Many Confucian Scholars will likely regard Ning Xiuchi as an idol.

And how many women’s Dream Lover will he become?

Ning Xiuchi turned his head to look at Chu Xinghe.

”Brother Chu, are you satisfied with my three poems?”