Three Hundred Tang Poems at the Beginning, I Became a Confucian Saint

Two years ago. Li Qinglian, a top student in liberal arts, traveled to this world and accidentally entered the academy to practice literature. Here, people study martial arts and martial arts. If you practice a heroic spirit, you can break mountains and rubble. If you practice arithmetic, you can calculate the world. As for the arts... What's the point of endorsing it every day? ! *Don't even learn! Fortunately, as a standard three-no traveler, Li Qinglian also has the standard golden finger and three hundred Tang poems... Everyone is a rock maker, so why the hell can I just fill a cup? He was originally ready to show off, but by chance he discovered the true use of this golden finger! "Oh my god, so my 300 poems from the Tang Dynasty are so powerful?!" Li Qinglian smacked her lips, looked at the three hundred Tang poems in her hand, and then looked at the empress beside her, who could no longer hide her admiration for her. "Who told me that there is no future in studying?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.