Chapter 544
Writing poetry is a skilled craft, which Cheng Dalei wasn't acquainted with. Copying poems is a task requiring strength, something of which Cheng Dalei had an abundance.
He did not underestimate the academy, knowing it to be a place of culture. He couldn't be casual about it, an ordinary effort wouldn't appease these bookworms.
Helplessly, he had to inconvenience the already busy Mr. Du.
Chu Yunsheng was invigorated, like a knight kissed back to health by a princess. Midway up the mountain, a few scholars were composing poetry and painting. Chu Yunsheng rushed over to borrow their ink, paper, and brushes. Scholars tend to be fair-spoken to each other, so they lent him their tools without hesitation, unbeknownst to what he was planning to do.
He arrived at the red lacquered main gate, took a deep breath, dipped the brush in the dense ink, and started writing on the gate.
