The three great Confucians tacitly didn't take it. Instead, they exchanged glances.
Director Zhao took the folded paper and slowly unfolded it. Then he fell into a long silence.
Sensing Zhao Shou's abnormality, Zhang Shen asked, ""Director?"
However, the Dean ignored him. He mumbled in a low voice as if he had fallen into some kind of emotion that he could not get rid of for the time being.
After a long while, Zhao Shou stroked his beard and smiled. "Good poem! I want to personally engrave this poem in the secondary Saint Hall and make it a part of the Yun Lu Academy. In the future, when future generations look back on this period of history, this poem will be enough.
"Why did you guys come to my restaurant for a drink tonight? let's drink until dawn."
The three great Confucians were in disbelief. As the head of the Confucians, how could Zhao Shou lose his composure over a poem?
