Rescue system: run away from the host, calm down

Seeing his students praising others, Gui Lianxu felt sour in his heart, "It's just so-so!"

"Can the master make better poems?"

"Of course!" After Gui Lianxu finished speaking, he saw Cheng Jia blinking his big eyes and looking at him in a troubled manner. He coughed and explained: "Poems must pay attention to artistic conception and inspiration. How can you say that you can write immediately?" It will work."

"But isn't this the big brother?" Cheng Jia pointed at Xu Zhilin with a suspicious look on his face, as if to say: No way, master, you can't compare to a big brother even in your age.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Now Gui Lianxu couldn't hold back anymore.

Just wanted to preach to teach the bear child, how could he slap his wife in the face in front of outsiders.

Yang Fan and Xu Zhilin on the opposite side also turned their heads early, thinking that the other party was a teacher. After hearing what the child said, I was afraid that I would lose face. Xu Zhilin just wanted to explain that it is really not easy to compose a poem, and it requires a clear mind. Inspiration springs up, and he just happened to be touched by the scene just now.

I heard the little boy say solemnly, "But my elder sister can make poems!"

The two people who were hit "."

As if the little guy still disliked that the two were not beaten enough, he continued: "My sister can not only export poems, but also solitaire."

Before, he was dubious, but now Gui Lianxu is convinced that the little guy is bragging.

If you are lucky enough to be able to export it into a poem, it is already great, then the difficulty level of Poetry Solitaire is not raised by one or two steps.

Xu Zhilin who was on the opposite side was very surprised. The little boy was talking about his sister, maybe a woman. It might be difficult for even noble ladies in the capital to make poems.
He also began to suspect that the little boy was bragging, or was being fooled by his elder sister.

Seeing the master's dark face, Cheng Jia guessed that the master might suspect that he was lying, so he hurriedly defended: "Really, if you don't believe me, I will recite it to you."

He started without waiting for his master's reaction.

Only the crisp and clear voice sounded in the hazy sky:
"Li Liyuan grows grass, grows old and grows once a year. The wild fire is endless, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Live as a hero, and die as a ghost.So far, I miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

The east wind is everywhere, and the family is poor and there is no spring.Negative salary has been paid, Yan language seems to ridicule people.

Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love the long summer.The smoked wind comes from the south, and the halls and pavilions are slightly cool.

Cool autumn night flute, [-]% of the flow charm.Generous in high note, twisted or poignant..."

Following Cheng Jia's recitation, the two felt horrified. This is really a poem solitaire.

Moreover, each poem has its own charm, and they have never heard similar sentences before, and there is no possibility of stealing other people's poems.

Savoring the meaning in the poem carefully, both of them fell into obsession.

Cheng Xiaoyuan in the tent listened carefully with pointed ears, "How can I hear my little brother's voice?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao naturally heard it, her hearing is several times higher than that of ordinary humans, so loudly, Li Liyuan went to the grass, one year old and one dry, how could she forget the poems that were carved into her bones when she was a few years old?

"Indeed." It's not the younger brother who is showing off his literary talent!

Seeing that the host realized that he was cheated, the system cheered, "That's right, the host, your little brother sold you and said that you can export poems, not only can you export poems, but you can also solitaire poems. The words are all up to the sky.”

Cheng Xiaoxiao helped his forehead, a mistake would cause eternal hatred!

On the way to escape, it is inevitable that she will be bored, so Cheng Xiaoxiao taught a few little guys to play idiom solitaire, and then one time, she didn’t know how to say it, and it turned into poetry solitaire. The fart boy has such a good memory.

She is not a poet or a great Confucianist. To be able to write such classic lines is the accumulation of thousands of years of cultural heritage of wise men from ancient times to the present, and it is not a poem that can be made overnight.

This pot is too big for her, a brick mover, to carry it.

Put down the work in hand, hand it over to Xiaoyuan, and hurried out of the tent.

As soon as he saw someone coming, Cheng Jia ran over cheerfully, "Sister, Auntie asked me to come and ask you to eat."

At this moment, the little guy remembered the business, and ran away in a hurry, completely ignoring the people behind him, what a shock.

"To live, to be a hero, to die, to be a ghost! Good poem, good poem." Xu Zhilin muttered to himself, deeply impressed by the heroic spirit in this poem, such a good poem, never thought it would come from a girl The hand of a woman is really a woman.

Cheng Xiaoxiao rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "Well, this big brother, I didn't write this poem, someone else, someone else!"

"But Sister, you said at the time that you improvised it!" Cheng Jia looked puzzled, Sister is so powerful, why did she deny it?
Cheng Xiaoxiao, who was dismantled by his younger brother, was embarrassed, so he heard the man ask, "If it wasn't made by a girl, then who is the master of the poem?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao was startled, who is it?

Can she speak many digits?The poets who wrote the poems are not from the same dynasty, and each has a different style. How would she explain it?

In fact, if it is said that they are all created by themselves, then there is no need to explain, but in this way, there are more problems and more loopholes. For many catchy ancient poems, she only knows the general meaning, what is the artistic conception of creation, the background at that time, the sentence in the sentence, etc. Some words insinuated all kinds of sentient beings, all of which were returned to the teacher, and she couldn't explain it.

The simple people of Qingshan Village may believe that it is a fairy professor, but they don't understand anyway, but these scholars who specialize in academics are not so easy to be fooled.

So to tell a lie, you have to fill it up with countless lies, whether it is a bottomless pit or something.

"I just saw it in an ancient book. As for who the master is, I don't know if the master didn't leave a name." Cheng Xiaoxiao reluctantly explained.

"Then may I ask which ancient book the girl is from?"

"This" is another random nonsense about the title of a book. The last time I was caught by my second brother as a pigtail, I still vividly remember it, and suddenly feel guilty for no reason.

Seeing that the other party hesitated to speak and couldn't explain why, everyone was more sure of what they thought in their hearts. Children will not lie, and the little girl must not want to make a high profile and deliberately hide her clumsiness.

Before Cheng Xiaoxiao could think it over, he heard the person on the opposite side say: "I know, the girl is hidden in the city, I admire you."

? ?
What is hidden in the city?

Gui Lianxu: "Stinky girl, you usually don't show off the mountains and don't leak water, but you hide it deep enough!"

"I'm not"

"There's no need to explain, since the words have been brought, we'll go back and practice calligraphy." He said and looked at Cheng Jia, "Let's go!" He doesn't want to stay here and get hit, and he should do more homework when he goes back. thing.

Cheng Jia, who didn't know that she was going to be unlucky, said sweetly, "Good Master Gui."

Immediately, she raised her head and let go of her tightly gripped arm, "Sister, hurry up, the porridge won't taste good when it gets cold."

As he spoke, he bounced and followed Gui Lianxu away.

Leave someone messy in the snow.