This Water Margin is a bit weird

Chapter 3 The Pan family has a son named Qinglian ([-])
Hearing that Li Qinglian actually composed a poem, the two gentlemen's eyes lit up immediately!
And the students off the field also showed expressions of curiosity, disdain, or solemn... expressions.

"Okay! Then read the poem you made. If it's okay, I will forgive you for being late this time, but if the bullshit doesn't make sense, the punishment will be doubled!"

In fact, in Yan Dongshan's heart, he didn't have much hope for the poem written by the student who was only nine years old.

Learning and poetry are two different things.

As long as the former is willing to work hard, he will achieve some results, while the latter is all about a talent!
Throughout the ages, since the beginning of Confucius, there have been many scholars in the world, but there are very few famous poets and poems, so that when a poetic talent appears, he is sought after by thousands of people.

For example, Li Taibai, known as the Immortal of Poetry a hundred years ago, was sought after by countless people with his talent in poetry. Emperor Xuanzong Zhao Longji at that time wanted Li Taibai to write a poem praising her beauty for his favorite concubine. He dares not to sell his poems...

Therefore, for Yan Dongshan, as long as his student's next poem is not bad, he will not be embarrassed anymore.

In the eyes full of various meanings, Li Qinglian recited the well-known god-level son offering poem in later generations.

"goose……"

Only after the first sentence was uttered, the students off the court were the first to explode.

"If this is also called poetry, then the dog on the street can also make poetry? After all, it can also bark!"

"How can little brother Qinglian be so sensationalized!"

"Goose goose...hahaha...I can't stop laughing..."

Yan Dongshan, who was still expectant, heard the first sentence, and his old face suddenly twitched together as if he had been constipated for decades.

Seeing the old friend's face gradually becoming grim, Yu Qian, as his old friend, hurriedly said: "Brother Changliu, please be patient, this is only the first sentence, why don't you let this kid finish reading the poem before making an evaluation?"

The old friend's words pulled Yan Dongshan back from the brink of rampage.

"Okay! Just listen to Brother Yan Yi! Qinglian, if the next few sentences are as nonsense as before, I will not spare you!"

Yan Dongshan's tone seemed calm when he said this, but even the children off the field could tell that the gentleman at this moment was like a volcano about to erupt. !

Li Qinglian looked at the gloating faces off the court, then at the serious Mr. Yan and Mr. Yu with an inexplicable smile, a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

If you still want to see my jokes, wait a few thousand years...

Yu Qian looked at the child in front of him, instead of panicking, but showing a smug smile. He was looking forward to the next poem to be recited in his heart!

"Goose, goose, goose, sing to the sky!"

"The white hair floats in the green water, and the red palm dials the clear water."

After reading the remaining three sentences in one breath, the whole private school fell into an eerie silence.

a long time--

"Good! What a song about the goose!"

At this moment, in the quiet private school, Yu Qian's voice was so loud that some students were so frightened by the voice that they sat down on the ground.

Yan Dongshan, who was immersed in this poem and couldn't extricate himself, was also pulled back to reality by the sudden voice.

He let out a long breath, as if he wanted to vent all his surprise out of this breath.

"It's indeed a good poem! At first glance, this poem is superficial and vulgar, anyone can do it, but after a closer look, it turns out that this poem really has a lot of meaning in it! Brother Yan Yi, what do you think?"

"That's right! This poem sounds simple at first, but it's catchy when you read it. It's just [-] characters, and it describes the sound, image, movement, and color of the goose. It is written vividly and vividly, leaving an interesting and beautiful picture scroll. Although it is simple, it is difficult to make it! In addition, considering the current age of this little friend, this poem about the goose is really It is a rare masterpiece..."

Just as the two gentlemen kept farting rainbow farts to this song, Li Qinglian's inappropriate voice sounded.

"Mr. Yan, are you still punishing me?"

"Okay! I won't punish you! But I want to ask you a question, and you have to answer it truthfully!"

"Excuse me, sir."

"Is this poem really made by you alone?"

"Yes!"

Anyway, King Luo Bin doesn't know where he is, and it's still unknown whether he will even appear. Instead of telling the truth, it's better to admit it directly. Anyway, King Luo Bin is so talented, it must be possible to write a song about chickens and ducks without singing the goose...

Seeing Li Qinglian's firm answer, a smile bloomed on Yan Dongshan's rigid and serious face!
"Okay! You are worthy of being my disciple of Yan Changliu! Qinglian, from now on, you must study hard and not rely on your talents. Sir, my biggest dream in this life is to be able to teach a champion! Then I will die without regret Already!"

Faced with such expectations from her husband, although Li Qinglian wanted to say, "Sir, you are thinking about shit", but thinking that if she said this, the husband would probably die of anger on the spot, so he had no choice but to say against his will: "The disciple will definitely live up to the husband!" Please, study hard!"

"Okay! Go back to your seat..."

When she returned to her seat and was about to take out her books for class, Li Qinglian discovered an abnormality!
That is, his desk was actually empty.

So, Li Qinglian glanced inside and found that it was really empty.

"puff--"

At this moment, an extremely short and weak voice sounded, as if he had just laughed out loud but suddenly stopped it.

Li Qinglian followed the prestige and found a few boys in the diagonal corner staring at him with gloating expressions.

At this moment, Yan Dongshan's serious voice sounded: "Li Qinglian! What's the reason for not taking out the book for so long? Could it be that you forgot it at home?"

Fortunately, Li Qinglian just made a song "Ode to the Goose", which made Yan Dongshan make a joke for the first time. In normal times, the old-fashioned old Yan dared not take out his books when he saw the students in class, and he would have served them with fried meat with bamboo shoots!

Seeing the gentleman's question, Li Qinglian stood up directly and said, "Sir, the student's books did not leave at home, but were stolen by thieves!"

Hearing what Li Qinglian said, the private school roared with laughter again.

"I've heard of stealing money, food, and people, but this is the first time I've heard of stealing books!"

"You don't understand this! How can it be called stealing when it comes to scholars? Stealing books is not considered stealing!"

"Nonsense! I clearly saw Li Qinglian use the book as a kindling to roast a chicken yesterday! The fire is under the Daming Bridge! There are still traces!"

……

If he simply left the book somewhere, Lao Yan would reprimand him at most, but hearing the fat boy Wang Bufan's story that the book was burned as a kindling, Lao Yan, who has always loved books like his life, couldn't bear it!
"Li Qinglian! Is what Wang Bufan said true?"

"Sir! This is absolutely a great injustice! Even if the student burns himself, it is absolutely impossible to point out the sage's classics!"

Seeing Li Qinglian's angry defense, Yan Dongshan was also confused.

Between these two students, someone must have lied, but he, Yan Dongshan, can teach, but it is difficult for him to decide the case.

　Newcomers and new books, please recommend for collection

　　


(End of this chapter)