I go to the ancient imperial examinations

Chapter 62 Spreading Rumors
The old patriarch and the village are tentatively scheduled to go to Zeng's house in Baofeng Buzhuang in five days. No matter what the atmosphere of Zhan's house is, Zhan Feiyu still goes to the private school before dawn. .

"Mom, go to bed first." In order not to hurt his eyes, Zhan Feiyu lit three candles at night, and Mrs. Li also rubbed the light to make shoes.

Embroidered handkerchiefs can also be sold in cloth houses, but Li’s embroidery is average, so it is better to use the soles to make cloth shoes with a thousand-layer sole. A pair can be sold for [-] to [-] yuan, but it is too labor-intensive.

The brass thimble between Li's fingers pressed against the end of the needle, waited for the needle to pass through the thick sole, and then pulled it hard, and finished it with one stitch: "There is nothing to do in the ground, so don't forget a few pairs of soles while the weather is still warm. "

Zhan Feiyu raised his eyes to look at the Li family, thinking of what he overheard last night, when his father was excommunicated and he was adopted out, what should the mother do?
It's not bad to leave the village with my father. Without my mother-in-law, my mother will be able to live a good life, but when I think of the filial piety of Zhan's boss, after three or five years, my father and mother will definitely come back. Want to repeat the days that are now boring?

If and away?Zhan Feiyu lowered her head, her mother will definitely not marry again, and she has feelings for her father, but she just resents her being too filial, that's all, she will be old by then, and she is not afraid of the Zhan family being a demon!
With a decision in his heart, Zhan Feiyu began to silently recite "Zhangshu of the Great Learning" and "Zhangshu of the Doctrine of the Mean", comparing the ten and fourteen volumes of the Analects of Confucius and the Annotated Mencius. Feiyu is like winning the lottery.

The night passed, the sky was slightly bright, and the sound of smashing clothes could be heard from the river in the distance.

Boss Zhan, who entered the yard, held a fishing rod in one hand and a carp in the other, and said happily, "Little fish, you are up, Dad caught a fish, and I will wait for you to come back in the evening to drink fish soup."

The farm family is poor, and wild things in the mountains are hard to find. Only a few fish in the river can be caught every three to five.

After the second child of Zhan was injured, Mrs. Zhan boiled the eggs that had been stored for half a month for him to replenish his body, and also killed an old hen, and the elder Zhan even got up early to go fishing.

Looking at Boss Zhan whose trousers were slightly wet, Zhan Feiyu raised his head, his plump face was bathed in the morning light, and the dazzling white light made people fond of him, "I won't eat it, Dad will leave it to the second uncle to replenish his body."

The voice was crisp but cold, and the expectation in Boss Zhan's eyes instantly disappeared.

These days, the big house seems to be split apart, and the Li family and Zhan Feiyu are still close, but the boss Zhan is ignored. The mother and daughter don't quarrel or quarrel.

Seeing Zhan Feiyu nibbling on the coarse grain cake and leaving, Boss Zhan said eagerly: "Xiaoyu, father blamed you before, your second aunt has that temper, and father can't do anything about it."

With his back to Boss Zhan, Zhan Feiyu opened his eyes to the sun, the dazzling brilliance, the corners of his eyes were sour, "Dad, you don't want the second aunt to be noisy, so you wronged me and my mother, and if the same thing happens in the future, my mother and I are still the same. To be wronged, why?"

"No, Xiaoyu, Dad promised you that he won't let you be wronged in the future!" Boss Zhan immediately stated that Xiaoyu was his beloved daughter for many years. .

Taking a deep breath, Zhan Feiyu nodded, but still didn't turn around, "Father, you must remember what you just said, I'm going to the private school, and I'll come back to drink fish soup at night."

Boss Zhan's face was full of joy, and he wished he could send Zhan Feiyu to the private school, but seeing the pile of firewood that had not been chopped in the yard, he could only say: "Dad, wait for you to come back for the fish soup at night, you can walk slowly on the road."

After reciting "A Thousand Family Poems" all the way to the private school, as soon as I entered the door, I saw the dignified Master Lin standing in the yard, Zhan Feiyu sighed, "Master, what happened?"

Master Lin looked at the little disciple in front of him, but he was dressed in coarse clothes but could hardly hide his brilliance.

"Master, is it because the limericks I made yesterday made you angry?" Zhan Feiyu pointed at Fat Finger, grinning with a guilty conscience.

I can't blame myself for this. It's enough to write poems. I also have to pay attention to rhyme. I finally wrote a poem, but it was criticized by the master for lack of literary grace, intention, and charm. The three products are smooth and smooth.

Zhan Feiyu wished he could take out the famous sayings of later generations, and angrily wrote a limerick and handed it in: You write poems, and I write poems, but I racked my brains and couldn't make a rhyme.If there is Yongxu's true talent, it will be passed down through the ages.

[Those who have poetic talents can write a good sentence that has been passed down through the ages. 】

It's okay not to mention this, but when she mentioned Lin Confucius, she immediately became angry, and slapped her head on the head, "How dare you say that? How many people have the talent to chant Xu from ancient times? You should also sing!"

"Master, I haven't opened my poetry and poetry yet!" Zhan Feiyu stretched his head forward cheekily, and said rogue: "Master, if you knock a few more times, maybe you will open my mind. "

Lin Fuzi, who was angrily laughed, looked at Zhan Feiyu, who was cheating. "Whether it's verbal meaning or ink meaning, you are stronger than many people, why are you stuck on poetry?"

The so-called oral meaning is to answer the interpretation orally, and the ink meaning is to answer with a pen.

Zhan Feiyu plans to take the county exam in the next year, and Master Lin will explain the Four Books to her alone every day. Must be brilliant.

"Smile, it's ten years old, if the master is old, how can the students explain to the wife." Zhan Feiyu laughed jokingly, and hopped into the room, which was a bit naughty and lively as a child.

Putting his schoolbag down, Zhan Feiyu took out "A Thousand Family Poems" that he wanted to read in the morning, and looked at the door, "Master, don't you study poetry today?"

"Read on, I'll take you to Leshan Residence during your lunch break." Master Lin thought of those rumors, and his relaxed expression became a little more solemn.

Leshan Residence?Zhan Feiyu was stunned, "Master, have you picked up the silver? Biluochun there is a tael of silver and a pot!"

This time, it was Mr. Lin's turn to be surprised. He squinted at Zhan Feiyu, who covered his mouth and said something wrong, "I know a lot. Who did you go to Leshan Residence with? It's the private room!"

"I said it from hearsay, Master, do you believe it?" Zhan Feiyu opened his eyes wide and smiled innocently. The tea at Leshan Ju is delicious, and the matching cakes are also delicious.

Unable to hide it, Zhan Feiyu walked to Master Lin's side, glanced at the empty courtyard, and said in a low voice, "I was fortunate enough to help an adult before, and the other party is from Jinlongwei."

Forbidden Dragon Guard?Lin Fuzi was really shocked at this moment. Looking at the Daqing Dynasty, who did not know that the imperial guards were under the direct control of the emperor. The Ming guards protected the emperor's safety, and the dark guards were investigating serious cases that could not be investigated by the three divisions. The right to cut first and then play.

……

Although it is not cheap for a private school to repair [-] bundles a year, it includes a meal at noon, and also provides pen, ink, paper, inkstone and books.

"Your father actually took Zhan Feiyu to Leshan Residence!" Mrs Wang frowned in disgust.

Leshanju is the largest teahouse in Shangsi County, and it is also a favorite place for literati and students to gather, but the tea is not cheap, and Master Lin was reluctant to go, but this time he took Zhan Feiyu with five taels of silver.

"It's approaching the Jiujiu Xiaohan Literature Conference, Xiaoyu can't write poetry, and Dad also brought Xiaoyu to see and see." Lin Xiuyuan explained with a smile, and he also attended with his father.

Looking at his son who had no resentment at all, Mr. Wang was both relieved and uncomfortable. It was great for Yuan'er to be broad-minded, but Zhan Feiyu took advantage again and again, and Mr. Wang was a little unwilling.

After entering the teahouse, he was greeted by Xiao Er and sat down in the inner part of the lobby. Master Lin said, "Do you know the meaning of Leshan Residence?"

"Taken from "The Analects of Confucius", Yongye chapter, those who know (zhì) are happy with water, and those who are benevolent are happy with mountains." Zhan Feiyu retracted his gaze, shook his head and continued: "Leshan and happy water are quiet and interesting, one hill and one valley flow freely. "

Looking at Zhan Feiyu who was deliberately showing off, Lin Confucius said faintly, "If that's the case, why not write a poem."

Uh... Zhan Feiyu's face collapsed, looking at Master Lin pitifully, can't he escape the word poetry today?
Seeing Xiao Er brought the tea, Zhan Feiyu stood up and poured the tea, smiling earnestly, "It hurts feelings to talk about poems in this situation, Master, it's better to drink tea."

Because the literary fair is approaching, the literati who come to the teahouse must have a few words to discuss, who's poetry is the most shocking, and who's skillful puppet has a good one.

When it comes to being in high spirits, some people write poems on the spot, which attracts a burst of praise. If the poems are really well written, the shopkeeper of Leshan Residence will not only exempt the tea money, but also copy the poems and paste them on the wall on the east side of the teahouse. The literati who came to the teahouse read and appreciated it.

"Brother Liu, have you heard the rumor?" The man in the blue shirt at the next table asked with a smile.

The man surnamed Liu, who was sitting beside him, snorted coldly and put down his teacup heavily, "I'm just a sloppy kid. After reading for a few days, I dare to brag about being a prodigy. I don't know what it means!"

"If it hurts Zhongyong, that's fine, it's just a joke, I'm afraid that he has some talent, and he will only harm one side if he takes fame in the future!"

"Famous?" The man surnamed Liu burst out laughing, his mean face was full of contempt and disdain, "Brother Fan thinks too much, he is just Sichen, he knows a few words and can read two sentences. Zhi, a love poem that you don’t know about your heart.”

"Maybe it's someone who is young and romantic on Moshang? The concubine plans to marry her and leave her for a lifetime. Even if she is ruthlessly abandoned, she cannot be ashamed." It was a poem that could be used in an extremely mocking tone.

A fat man at the other table replied sternly, "I wish to be the southwesterly wind and pass away into Jun's arms. If Jun Huailiang is not open, why should a cheap concubine be yours?"

All of a sudden, the teahouse burst into laughter.

Zhan Feiyu blinked, looked at the ugly-looking Master Lin, and lowered his voice, "Isn't this about me?"

Master Lin nodded, Zhan Feiyu rolled his eyes speechlessly, what the hell did he do, to dig up someone's ancestral grave, to invite such contempt and abuse!
"Although the Zeng family is a businessman, they also pay the business tax. A yellow-haired girl almost killed Mrs. Zeng's body and two lives, and she dares to make a big deal to ask the Zeng family to compensate a thousand taels of silver, and disgrace us as scholars!" The man surnamed Liu Seemingly furious, he slapped the table with a bang.

"If you lose it, you will be poor and weak, but if you gain it, you will be prosperous. Not to mention blackmailing the merchant's family, even for the sake of Aduwu, you don't even have face, but it only tarnishes the reputation of our scholars."

For a while, the entire lobby was full of verbal and written attacks on Zhan Feiyu, and his crimes were simply too numerous to describe!
Seeing that these people were talking more and more, Master Lin was about to refute, but there was a sound of blocking, "Master Lin doesn't need to be angry, it's just a rumor released by someone to deliberately slander Xiaoyu's reputation."

"Ma Zai Kuai." Zhan Feiyu got up and looked at Ma Zai Kuai in casual clothes, never expecting to meet him here.

Master Lin picked up the teacup and poured a cup of tea for Ma Zhoukuai, and sincerely thanked him: "Thank you Ma Zhoukuai for telling us about yesterday's incident."

Yesterday, Master Lin received a letter from the fat shopkeeper of Wenxing Study. Only then did he know that someone in Shangsi County was slandering Xiaoyu, and his words were extremely vicious. He even blackmailed the Zeng family.

And Ma Zaokuai, who was patrolling the streets, was the first to notice these rumors and informed the fat shopkeeper, only then did Master Lin, who was in the private school, know.

Ma Zhaokuai sat down, looked around, and said in a low voice, "I've checked for three days and still can't find the source. These messages first came from beggars and street scoundrels, and spread all over the streets overnight. The alley, and later spread to the county school, aroused the resentment and crusade of scholars."

Scholars are precious, and Zhan Feiyu in gossip is the rat shit that ruined a pot of soup.

Besides, she is a girl, and she is known as a child prodigy, which is highly valued by Mr. Chen. All kinds of things here make Zhan Feiyu's reputation unspeakable, and dirty water and stinky water are poured on her head.

Zhan Feiyu was not a sour scholar who read dead books. After listening to Ma Zhaokuai's words, he immediately said, "It was Zeng who bought these beggars and ruffians with money."

Shangsi County said that it is not big or small, but it is not easy to spread the rumors in three days. It costs a lot of money. No matter how you look at it, it looks like the Zeng family did it.

Master Lin also thinks that it is the Zeng family. The second son of Zhan harmed Mrs. Zeng, and the Zeng family must take revenge, but the Zhan family has Xiaoyu, a scholar. Her imperial examination road.

After drinking a sip of tea to moisten his throat, Ma Zhaokuai looked distressed, "The blame is here. I caught a few beggars, but no matter how coercive they were, they didn't say anything."

As the saying goes, money can make ghosts run the mill, and these beggars spread rumors for money.

Ma Zhaokuai questioned them in private. Even if he said it, the Zeng family didn't know, but they were so weird that they didn't open their mouths.

Zhan Feiyu frowned and thought, Catcher Ma was showing his favor to him, and when his second uncle asked for 500 taels of compensation, Catcher Ma was obviously on his side.

This time, he also informed the Master about the rumors, and also investigated privately.

It's not Zhan Feiyu's villain's heart, people who can get along with the second uncle, I'm afraid it's not a good thing, Ma Chaokuai's show of affection is just a traitor or a thief, and it's too early to do it without profit!
It is normal for the Zeng family to spread rumors. What Zhan Feiyu is wondering is these beggars. Even if they recruited, they offended the Zeng family, but they were just begging in another county, and there was no loss. Then, if you beat him, he can be caught in a prison by a gimmick.

"Maybe the Zeng family gave more money." Lin Fuzi said slowly, it seems that he must accompany Xiaoyu on the trip to the Zeng family in five days. a bit.

Ma Zhaokuai also had the same opinion. I didn't expect the bones of several beggars to be quite hard.

No, I'm afraid there's something else in it... The more Zhan Feiyu thought about it, the more wrong he felt, but after racking his brains, he couldn't think of the key point, and the chubby face became a ball.

"Don't worry, Xiaoyu, I have already explained it, and the street patrols will warn those beggars in the past few days." Ma Zhaokuai assured him loudly, hiding the smug look in his eyes, no matter how smart he is, he is still a child, so he panicked, and so on. It's also easy to handle.

"Hey, this isn't Master Lin, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you, Brother Lin?" Suddenly, a sarcastic voice sounded.

Zhan Feiyu, who was still thinking hard, looked up and said, ho, so ugly!

The middle-aged man who walked over from the door of the teahouse was not only short but also fat. He was wearing a dark blue tunic with a cardigan and wide sleeves, which didn't show any literati elegance. Instead, he looked cold and gloomy because of his mean appearance.

Master Lin stood up with a gloomy expression, kept Zhan Feiyu behind him, and said coldly, "Zhang Xiucai."

There are many scholars in the lobby, but very few of them have achieved the fame of scholars. Furthermore, Zhang Xiucai opened a private school in Shangsi County, and many people knew him. At this moment, everyone stood up to greet him.

While these people were chatting, Zhan Feiyu whispered, "Master, this is Zhang Xiucai from Hongyuan Private School."

"If these rumors can spread to the county school, I'm afraid he has also moved his hands and feet." Lin Fuzi's eyes were cold and angry. Spread rumours.

But Zhang Xiucai is different. He is a scholar, and he has close contacts with the county school's teaching and master, and more importantly, he has old grudges with Zhang Xiucai.

"Xiaoyu, this time, it's because of the teacher who has implicated you." Master Lin felt extremely guilty. If it weren't for this, Zhang Xiucai wouldn't have fallen into trouble.

Zhan Feiyu looked at Zhang Xiucai who was chatting and laughing with everyone, then turned to Zhang Tianhao and four or five students who were following him, "Master, I had a conflict with Zhang Tianhao in Wenxing study before, so it seems that I and the master As expected of master and apprentice, there is such a tacit understanding!"

Master Lin was amused, and helplessly rubbed Zhan Feiyu's head, "You can read it."

"It's nothing more than soldiers coming to block the water and cover the soil. Since I'm a child prodigy praised by the county magistrate, Master, watch me kill the Quartet!" Zhan Feiyu raised his chin arrogantly, his fighting spirit was transpiring, and he was full of murderous aura!
"What? This is the yellow-haired girl who ruined the reputation of our scholars!" A sharp voice sounded, and the man surnamed Liu glared at Zhan Feiyu.

The others also glanced over, as if Zhan Feiyu had three heads and six arms.

Facing everyone's vicious or contemptuous eyes, Zhan Feiyu took two steps forward generously and bowed to everyone, "" Liu Wan stops at Ouyi, and rumors stop at the wise.What I heard and saw today opened Xiaoyu's eyes. "

Zhan Feiyu Lang Lang smiled and said: "Everyone who reads the sages' book is only to discuss the right and wrong of people behind their backs, and those who say it in their mouths are also full of male thieves and female prostitutes, and Xiaoyu has been taught!"

"You!" The literati who were ridiculed for the male thief and the female prostitute flushed with anger. Their previous lines of poetry and songs were ridiculing Zhan Feiyu's reading for love. .

"What a clever little girl!" Zhang Xiucai looked at Zhan Feiyu seriously. He thought the rumors were too false, but he didn't expect a country girl to have such calmness.

Zhan Feiyu squinted his eyes and smiled, with a generous and natural demeanor, "The so-called seeing is true and hearing is false, everyone thinks that I am making a name for myself, it is better for you to compare, poetry, poetry, and literary strategies, although you can come here today. If you are afraid, you will definitely hide your faces and leave when you see them in the future.”

Ho!I have seen a madman, but I have never seen such a madman!
It would be fine if this was a son of a noble family or a young hero. Seeing Zhan Feiyu, who was chubby and tender when he just reached the table, his teeth itch with anger from the provocative crowd.

"I don't know how high the sky is!" The man surnamed Liu scolded angrily, pointing at Zhan Feiyu, and seemed to be greatly humiliated, "You have only been in school for a few months, have you read the four books? Will the Five Classics be cured? I dare to speak out, I don't know what it means. !"

Zhang Xiucai originally thought that Zhan Feiyu was a prudent personality with a calm face that was on the top of Mount Tai, but never thought that she would boast about Haikou and provoke everyone, such a yellow-haired girl who took her own humiliation, and her discussion of winning or losing devalued her own worth.

"Then let's compare!" Zhang Tianhao strode forward, the age of fourteen or fifteen was the most impulsive, not to mention that he had hatred before.

Zhan Feiyu smiled when he heard the words, and it was done!

Men with the surname Liu would not compare themselves to them if they were angry. Whoever made them the youngest would win, but if they lost, their reputation would be disgraced.

Only Zhang Tianhao's youthful spirit will naturally not miss the opportunity to get down.

"That's better than writing poetry?" Zhan Feiyu asked in a crisp voice, his jet-black eyes were rolling, showing cunning and agility, which was obviously prepared.

The arrogant Zhang Tianhao was about to respond, but Zhang Xiucai stopped it with a smile, and said meaningfully: "Zhan little prodigy, you have been in school for a short time. I'm afraid you haven't learned to write poetry yet. If so, it's better to be a pair."

Looking at Zhan Feiyu's winning appearance, Zhang Xiucai knew that she must have prepared several poems.

In fact, the literati present were all the same, and none of them had the talent to compose poems in seven steps, so they would ponder a few poems in private for emergencies.

Zhang Xiucai also edited and edited for Zhang Tianhao, and let him memorize them all. There are more than 20 poems, whether it is plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum or spring flowers and autumn moon, Zhang Xiucai has prepared all the topics that may be written for poetry and essay meetings. In this way, Zhang Tianhao also has the reputation of a young poet in the literati circle.

Master Lin silently looked at Zhang Xiucai, who smiled triumphantly. He always knew that the other party was cunning. It could be seen that Zhang Xiucai easily took the trick and changed his poems to be a pair. Is his own little disciple.

"The best strategy is to fight the enemy, attack the heart, and defeat the enemy without fighting. I think it's better to win. Master, I have to continue to study!" Zhan Feiyu sighed with a serious look on his face. reflection.

"Don't be poor, worry about capsize in the gutter." Master Lin shook his head helplessly. He thought she was a steady and studious little girl, but she never thought that she was cunning and naughty.

Zhang Tianhao couldn't wait, and glanced at Zhan Feiyu arrogantly, "I have eight characters on the first couplet: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven."

After the conflict between the two sides, Ma Zhukuai retreated to the corner and stood with the shopkeeper of Leshan Residence and the servant. He could not be involved in the affairs of the literati, and he did not want to be involved in offending people.

But when I heard this, I couldn't help but be stunned, and Ma Zhaokuai blurted out: "Didn't you say eight words?"

Those present who saw through the mystery of Shanglian laughed silently, waiting to see Zhan Feiyu make a fool of himself.

"I have eight words for the second couplet: filial piety, loyalty, courtesy, righteousness, honesty." Zhan Feiyu spoke loudly, and when the second couplet came out, the smiles on everyone's faces disappeared.

The eight characters in the last couplet only mention seven, forget eight, homophonic: Wang Ba.

Zhan Feiyu also fought back sharply. The word "honest" is followed by the word "shame", shameless!
The old shopkeeper of Leshan Residence explained it with a smile. Ma Zhoukuai was stunned when he heard it. He said that scholars who scolded people without swear words. Today he saw it!
"It's your turn to join the League!" Zhang Tianhao said arrogantly. He was enlightened at the age of four, and has been studying for ten years. She started school in September, and she dared to compare herself with herself in less than three months.
Zhan Feiyu glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a pair of "Falling Fishing in Autumn" hanging on the wall of Leshan Residence.

With a smile, Zhan Feiyu pondered for a while and then said, "I'll go to the first couplet: one sail, one oars, one fishing boat, one fisherman and one fishing rod."

The people present were all regulars of Leshan Residence. After listening to the first couplet, they turned their heads to look at the painting on the wall. The first couplet is extraordinary, but should I match the second couplet?
Not to mention Zhang Tianhao, even Zhang Xiucai and Lin Confucius began to think about it. It is not difficult to say that it is not difficult. The first couplet only uses five words. The key is the artistic conception of the second couplet. The pair also pay attention to the concept.

After waiting for a while, looking at Zhan Feiyu who was smiling but not smiling, Zhang Tianhao, whose head was hurting when he thought about it, glared at him, and said viciously, "I'll tell you the next couplet: one table, one chair, one study, one literati and one pen."

Lost!The people present shook their heads, the next couplet was too bad, that is, the confrontation was neat, and there was no artistic conception at all.

The disgraced Zhang Tianhao kicked over the stool angrily, and scolded angrily, "What are you laughing at, if you can fight the next couplet, I'll lose!"

This first link is obviously because of "The Autumn Alone Fishing Picture", there is no prior preparation, Zhang Tianhao glared at Zhan Feiyu, but he wanted to see what second link she could come up with!
"Does Zhan Xiaomengtong have a second link?" Someone asked impatiently.

I used to think that Zhan Feiyu's name was not true, but looking at the second couplet and the first couplet she published, I knew that Zhan Feiyu had poetry and books in her belly. At the age of seven, she only read for a few months, so it's really rare to be able to write this first couplet. Divide talent.

Zhan Feiyu looked at the painting and said slowly: "One pat, one shout and one laugh..."

Although this second couplet is only half said, it is completely in line with the painting. Although patting, shouting and laughing are speculations, it is impossible to imagine the scene when the fish was caught.

"One person has a single river autumn." After Zhan Feiyu finished speaking, the scene was silent.

Someone repeated: "One pat, one laugh and one laugh, one person can monopolize one Jiangqiu."

"Good pair!"

"Absolutely!"

"The future is terrifying!"

Everyone applauded, Zhan Feiyu actually wrote such an excellent pair in this moment, it's a big surprise!

Zhang Xiucai, Zhang Tianhao, and several students from Hongyuan Private School looked extremely ugly. Zhan Feiyu stepped on Zhang Tianhao to become famous.

And at this moment, the elegant room upstairs.

"Seventh Master, the fat girl is quite smart. After the couple spread out today, the rumors and rumors will disappear." Chongguang rubbed his chin and looked downstairs with a smile. Such a cunning fat girl, tsk tsk, still Really cute tight.

"Mu Xiu will be destroyed by Lin Feng, too conceited!" Yin Wuyan's voice was cold and cold-blooded, no matter how smart she was, she was still a defenseless little girl. Whether it was Zeng's family or Zhang Xiucai, how hard would it be to kill a little girl?
Looking at Zhang Xiucai with fierce and ruthless eyes, Chongguang nodded in agreement, "If eyes can kill, the fat girl is probably full of holes."

Thinking of this, Chongguang Qiyi looked at his seventh master with a very flattering smile, "Would you like to help? You can't just watch the fat girl die."

The corpse of the blind old woman was still treated with great care. Even if someone opens the coffin for an autopsy in the future, they will definitely not find any clues, help people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west. As long as the seventh master speaks, the fat girl will naturally be safe. Yu.

Yin Wuyan glanced at the nosy Chongguang, and the cold and icy cold eyes successfully made him smile.

Well, my seventh master has never been a kind person. Besides, they are about to leave Shangsi County. If they help this time, they will not be able to help the next time. I just hope that Mr. Chen will love his talents and don’t let these villains ruin the fat. girl.

"I underestimated the little prodigy Zhan. If I can make such a pair, I must be able to write poetry!" Zhang Xiucai squinted at Zhan Feiyu, and said with a smile: "If that's the case, it's better to choose Write a poem on the subject of the four seasons."

"Father?" Zhang Tianhao looked at Zhang Xiucai dissatisfied, why did he ask such a simple question?You should have done something tricky, I was prepared, just to kill the prestige of a cheap girl!

"Hurry up and think about it!" Zhang Xiucai glanced at him coldly. For the first time, he found that his beloved son was a little stupid. What kind of good poems can a person who can't write a good poem?It's hard to convince people to write it out.

The title is simple but to justify Zhang Tianhao's name, he lost his pair, but there are still poets.

Zhang Tianhao was unwilling, but he did not dare to disobey Zhang Xiucai. He walked to the table with a sullen face, picked up the pen and wrote a poem prepared in advance without thinking.

"Wing Winter"

The winter moon and the snowy nights are desolate and cold, and the fragrance of plums is absolutely clear around the branches.

Last year, there was no snow in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sound of a single piano was far away under the moon.

This idiot!Zhang Xiucai's face was hideous, but he thought about it before he started to write a poem. In the blink of an eye, he wrote a poem. Are all those present fools?

Zhan Feiyu looked at Zhang Tianhao who was swept away, and smiled like a cat who succeeded in stealing fish.

Zhang Tianhao was inexplicably provoked, and pointed at Zhan Feiyu sneeringly, "What are you laughing at? Can you write poetry?"

Are you as stupid as you are?The people present silently looked at Zhang Tianhao who was still provocative, not talking about what he did right before, but said that at this moment, Zhan Feiyu only needs to think about Banzhuxiang's time, and then make a random poem, she will win.

After all, one is cheating, and the other is true learning.

"Who doesn't know how to write poetry!" Zhan Feiyu giggled, and walked to the table in a similar fashion, also writing without thinking about it.

Uh... There are idiots every year, and this year is especially so!
Everyone was fooled by Zhan Feiyu's divine operation, and she just praised her for being smart, how could she be stupid!
The ancients still have to write a poem in seven steps. Zhang Tianhao and Zhan Feiyu are better. It takes only three steps to walk to the table, and then a poem is completed. Do you really think that you are a prodigy with no predecessors and no future?
In the blink of an eye, as soon as Zhan Feiyu put down his pen, Zhang Tianhao couldn't wait to stretch his head out to read it. He wanted to see what limericks she could write as a seven-year-old stupid girl.

"Reclining Spring"

The dark plum smells the flowers, lying on the branches hurts the bottom.

Smell lying like water from a distance, easy to penetrate the spring green.

The shore is green, the shore is green, and the shore is green.

"Zhan Feiyu, do you think I'm stupid? You definitely didn't write this Lying Spring!" Zhang Tianhao laughed, rustling the paper in his hand, "Could it be that your master caught the knife for you? Bar?"

The people present silently looked at Zhang Tianhao who exposed Zhan Feiyu, this is fifty steps to laugh at a hundred steps!Both of them cheated, what face is there to make fun of each other?

Zhan Feiyu pouted and looked at Zhang Tianhao, who was stunned, with disdain, and he was so angry that he said, "You can't afford to lose, right?"

"Bah, I can't afford to lose, Zhan Feiyu, I'll just read the poem out, let the people present to judge and see who can't afford to lose!" Zhang Tianhao raised his neck and his voice was loud and high-pitched.

"Anmei You Wenhua... If you want to ask who I am, a big stupid donkey... I'm a donkey, I'm a donkey, I'm a dumb ass."

The lobby was silent, and everyone who was stunned was stunned. This poem?

"Listen, listen to everyone, a seven-year-old girl who can write poems like "Reclining Spring" in just a few months of reading, do you think we are all stupid?" Zhang Tianhao shook his head contemptuously.

Even if you want to cheat, you should get a simpler song that suits your age. Zhan Feiyu is simply stupid.

"Shut up and give me the poem!" Zhang Xiucai, who noticed something was wrong, shouted angrily and snatched the paper from Zhang Tianhao's hand. The others were too curious to take a look.

　The limericks were written by myself, and the others came from Baidu, so...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)