Putting the poem aside, Han Muye picked up another one and spread it out.
"Junior Sister, look at this one. What's wrong with it?"
Behind them, everyone looked at each other.
Although Han Muye's comments were harsh, they were very apt.
How could someone who did not know how to read poetry be able to make such comments?
Even the people present could not say it so clearly, right?
Unconsciously, everyone moved forward and craned their necks to take a look.
"The water is clear and beautiful, and the mountains are covered in clouds. These lines are good, but they don't seem to be deep enough?" Mu Wan said in a low voice.
She was analyzing the words Han Muye had just said.
"Yes, if you study Confucianism, you will definitely become a great Confucian." Han Muye's praise made Mu Wan blush.
"These two lines are not bad, but they can be changed."