Travel through another world, take space to cultivate immortals and raise cubs

Chapter 230
"Since the little guy can compose poems by himself, why not write an article with spring as the scene and snow as the theme."

Knowing that there is no snow at this time, she still wants to ask Shen Le'an to do something about the snow, not to mention where does the snow come from in May now?

Some people couldn't help but whispered accusations against the man for making Shen Le'an difficult.

Some people gloated over other people's misfortune, while others held a wait-and-see attitude, wanting to see if such a villain could be made.

Not to mention anything else, it just refers to spring poems. It is already very good to make them, let alone a spring snow?
"It's snowing in the Tianshan Mountains in May. There are no flowers but cold. I heard the broken willows on the flute, but I haven't seen the spring." Although Shen Le'an frowned according to what his mother said, he was a little embarrassed, but he was indeed using his brain, thinking about the future The poems were deleted, and only two of them were taken.

After speaking, he looked at the man on the boat.

The man on the boat looked at Shen Le'an in disbelief.

Everyone was stunned for a while before remembering to applaud Shen Le'an.

"Good! Great poem!"

"Little friend is right!"

"Such a talent at such a young age is a genius"

……

The bursts of shouting made Shen Le'an blush, these were taught to him by his mother.

"Yes, An'an, that's really great." Lian Qi couldn't help but look at Shen Le'an with admiration.

This kid actually has this talent.

Not only can it cause trouble, but this poem is also very good.

Even He Dapeng and Xin Yan, who don't understand poetry, can't help but feel good after hearing it.

They only heard that there are spring and snow in the poem.

I feel very amazing.

Shangguan Hao glanced at Shen Le'an, then at Ye Ningyan.

Sure enough, this guy still impresses him.

Among them, only Tan Maosong did not speak, as if Shen Le'an's answer was within his expectation.

"Just one is not enough to explain anything." The man was dissatisfied again, and then said, "Writing style, I don't believe you can do it."

Hearing the continued embarrassment of the man opposite, Ye Ningyan didn't say anything, but squinted at him.

"The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It is already a cliff with hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still beautiful flowers and branches. The beauty does not compete for spring, but only announces the arrival of spring. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes." Shen Le'an thought for a while and then playful Said.

Now he has discovered that as long as his mother taught him the poems, these people have never heard of them.

Then he will use his mother's poems to see what they do.

"It's a good one laughing in the bushes! What a poem!" At this moment, an old man walked out of a ship that came from nowhere, and said with a big laugh.

"Old Li, it's Old Li!" Following the voices of others, everyone shouted, "Old Li!"

The old man motioned for everyone to be quiet, then held his beard and looked at Shen Le'an.

The moment he saw Shen Le'an, Mr. Li was shocked.

Shocking the other party's youth, and being shocked by the poem this little guy just made.

"Is that the poem that Xiaoyou wrote just now?" Elder Li looked at Shen Le'an and asked.

He is not a Q&A of doubt, but of certainty.

Shen Le'an looked at the old man on the boat, then at his mother, and nodded.

Mr. Li glanced at Ye Ningyan, turned his eyes to Shen Le'an, "Can the little guy help the old man solve a problem?"

Shen Le'an glanced at his mother, Ye Ningyan frowned slightly.

She knew that the person in front of her must have some prestige in Zhongdu City, but she didn't like this kind of person who would make it difficult for her son as soon as he came up.

"Thanks to Mr. Li's respect, the child is still young, so I'm afraid he won't be able to solve Mr. Li's problems." Ye Ningyan still replied respectfully.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the little guy is right, no matter whether he is right or not, with the poem just now, the reward this time belongs to the little guy, not to mention that there are people outside, and it doesn't mean that the little guy can't be right." I can’t write poetry.” Mr. Li waved his hand and said.

What Mr. Li said is equivalent to speaking to some people, and even if some people disagree with what Mr. Li believes, they dare not say anything more.

(End of this chapter)