บท 295: Chapter 113 Past Dust_1

Fang Jidao had already run down to Cui Yu's side. Zhang Dingyun watched the figure of the woman on stage, listening to the light words that left the whole field speechless, murmuring, "Awesome."

"The Hermit didn't just give me one poetry title. Because although I wrote a good poem... My family was impoverished at the time. I didn't lack reputation." The student spoke softly in front of him.

"Right, you lacked fire."

"What I lacked was money." Fang Jidao raised his head and said seriously, "I had no money to study back then. So, the Hermit contacted a pseudonymous scholar for me. That time, I composed three poems. I sold the two superior ones to him."

"...." Zhang Dingyun's eyes widened. This really tarnished the Hermit's reputation, "Isn't this... deceit?"