Couple Time Travel: Escape from wilderness with a universal system

How did Wei Rongchuan know that his biological daughter would hate him? He told the servants who followed him to search for famous doctors in the world, and then helped Mrs. Fuyao back to Qiwu Courtyard where they lived.

This was originally the courtyard of Princess Changle, but now it was occupied by a dove.

The two of them were tired of each other for a while, and then Wei Rongchuan was willing to leave.

After the person disappeared, Mrs. Fuyao's blush faded from her face and her eyes became cold.

She sat in front of the mirror, gently stroking the face that had not changed in more than ten years. She was a little flustered, but then she regained her composure.

Nanlu Academy.

Since Zhang Shuchuan won the painting competition with Xie Daoyan, he has become more comfortable in the class and has become the boss of the class.

Class B [-] is also famous in the class. All the teachers and students in Nanlu Academy know that there is a high school student named Zhang Shuchuan in Class B [-]. He is good at literature and martial arts. It is said that he has a photographic memory and his painting skills are top-notch.

Therefore, wherever Zhang Shuchuan went, someone knew him.

The so-called people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.

On this day, students from Nanlu Academy and Bailudong Academy held a poetry meeting at Diezhang Peak, the highest peak of Nanlu Academy.

Only students from Class A and Class B are generally eligible to participate in such poetry gatherings.

But by chance, Zhang Shuchuan was invited.

The visitor was a student from Class A named Wen Rujun.

Wen Rujun is as gentle as jade as his name suggests.

The expression on Zhang Shuchuan's invitation was quite sincere, making it hard for Zhang Shuchuan to refuse directly.

Coupled with the envious booing from the students in Class C[-], Zhang Shuchuan finally reluctantly participated.

If you can’t compose your own poems, just go through the motions.

The weather at this time has entered winter, and the wind on the top of the mountain is blowing, with a bone-chilling chill.

Zhang Shuchuan really didn't understand whether these students were cold or hot.

I saw that they were wrapped in thick cotton-padded jackets, and they actually carried a folding fan in their hands. Some of them opened it and fanned it ostentatiously, and some of them closed it and shook it.

Consider yourself personable.

But in Zhang Shuchuan's eyes, these people are a bit stupid and show off.

He found a remote corner that was sheltered from the wind and sat down.

Wen Rujun, who invited him to come, walked directly to the middle of the poetry meeting and started chatting with people.

Not long after, a person came in, and the scene suddenly became more lively.

"Brother Mei, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you?"

"When a great talent comes here, my peaks will shine brightly!"

"As soon as Mei Caizi comes, we have no chance of winning."

The young talented man named Mei Qingxu is the favorite disciple of the headmaster of Bailudong Academy. It is said that he is the winner of the next palace examination. He has great literary talent and profound knowledge.

This is what Wen Rujun said to Zhang Shuchuan on the way here.

As soon as he arrived, the poetry meeting began.

Wen Rujun also brought two students from Class A and sat next to Zhang Shuchuan.

Zhang Shuchuan noticed that Xie Daoyan from Class A frowned at them and then walked over.

Zhang Shuchuan was a little embarrassed. As Xie Daoyan came over, some students actually looked at them.

"Today has entered winter. How about we write a poem about winter?"

The first person was naturally a student from Class A of the host Nanlu Academy named Zhao Wei.

In Zhang Shuchuan's eyes, that aura was enough to preside over the first brother.

Everyone applauded unanimously, and some people reacted very quickly. They were the first to compose a poem. Although it looked a bit like a limerick, it was very fast and still received applause from everyone.

There was one, and soon several more appeared one after another.

Zhang Shuchuan sounded a little bored. He really had no talent for poetry.

But it's okay to ask him to memorize poetry. After all, his parents have forced him to memorize hundreds of Tang poems and Song lyrics since he was a child. Even now, he still has some impressions of it.

Wen Rujun and Xie Daoyan also composed a poem each. They were worthy of ranking first in Class A all year round. Even Zhang Shuchuan had to secretly admire their poems.

The most amazing thing was the poem by Mei Qingxu, which brought the atmosphere to the climax.

Soon, there were fewer and fewer people on the scene who had not composed poems.

Zhang Shuchuan tried his best to shrink down and prayed that everyone would forget about him.

"Brother Zhang, I heard that you are not only great at painting, but also good at writing poetry. Why don't you write a poem so that we can learn from it?"

At this time, Wen Rujun suddenly looked at Zhang Shuchuan and said.

Zhang Shuchuan: I didn’t expect that this person had evil intentions and wanted to see me make a fool of myself!

If Wen Rujun knew what Zhang Shuchuan was thinking, he would definitely cry out that he was wronged.

One day, he just came to see the mountain leader for something, and he heard the mountain leader say that Zhang Shuchuan from Class C[-] had a photographic memory, excellent painting skills, and his knowledge must be good, but he did not have any fame.

Then a master proposed to transfer Zhang Shuchuan to Class A after the student examination, so that their Nanlu Academy could have one more Jinshi in the next scientific examination.

Then the mountain chief sighed, it would be great if he could get into the top three in the palace test.

When Wen Rujun heard these words, he felt that Zhang Shuchuan from Class C[-] must be a genius, and he thought of getting along with him, so he invited him in at the poetry meeting.

Everyone's eyes turned to Zhang Shuchuan. Zhang Shuchuan was a little restless and cursed wildly in his heart.

He searched frantically in his mind for any poems containing winter, but found that there were none.

Sure enough, God still favored Zhang Shuchuan, but it happened to rain at this time.

Everyone was like frightened birds, looking for any shelter from the rain.

The weather was cold again, so the poetry meeting ended in a hurry.

When Zhang Shuchuan returned, he secretly vowed not to participate in such poetry gatherings in the future.

No, I should definitely not participate in all literary and artistic activities!

And stay away from that guy named Wen Rujun!

Poor Wen Rujun didn't know that his good intentions were misunderstood.

When Xia Yunrou saw Zhang Shuchuan come back from the rain, she got him a towel with an angry expression, and then prepared hot water and a change of clothes.

Zhang Shuchuan didn't feel cold, but his heart was warm.

When he came out after washing, he saw Xia Yunrou bringing him a bowl of ginger soup.

"Madam, you are becoming more and more virtuous and virtuous."

Zhang Shuchuan said with a smile, took the bowl and drank it in one breath.

Xia Yunrou glared, "You think I want this, how about we switch? I'll go study and take the exam, and you'll be a good wife at home?"

Zhang Shuchuan: "It would be best if I could change it. Wife, you don't know, I almost lost my life today!"

Then Zhang Shuchuan told what happened today, which made Xia Yunrou want to laugh but held back.

"You are such a stupid person. There are poems about winter, but they don't necessarily have to contain the word winter!"

"Daughter-in-law, which sentence did you say?"

"The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the boat thousands of miles away from the Eastern Wu Dynasty is parked at the door. The lone boat and the man with a coir raincoat fishing alone catch the snow in the cold river. At dusk, the mountains are far away, and the sky is cold and the white house is poor."

"...Plagiarism is shameful!"

"forget about it!"

The next day Zhang Shuchuan walked into the school and was surrounded.

Everyone was very curious about yesterday's poetry meeting, but unfortunately they didn't have anyone from Class A to guide them, so they couldn't enter.