First daughter mad concubine: the best baby rascal

Qianqian stuck out her tongue and said, "That's right, I didn't say I did this either. If you don't believe me, I'll recite a few more songs for you."

Then Qianqian recited many poems that she vaguely remembered, and the old man's face became darker and darker as he listened to it. It's not like he hasn't seen a child prodigy before. He thinks that he was famous all over the world as a child prodigy back then, but he is grateful for the awesomeness of the younger generation. .

He stopped Qianqian, trying to suppress the arrogant child as a master, and said: "You can recite these poems, but it may not be a big deal. I think I knew how to compose poems when I was seven years old, so I still want to write poems." I don't agree with you."

Qianqian raised her head and said: "Then how can Master be able to convince me? You are so old, and your knowledge must be higher than mine. No matter how I compare, I can't compare with you. What should I do?"

The master smiled proudly and said: "Of course, I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. You are so young, and you dare to play tricks in front of me. I will take care of it today." Let me treat you and let you know what it means to respect the teacher!"

I thought to myself, Qianqian is indeed a child prodigy, the so-called famous teacher produces a high-level apprentice, I must teach this apprentice well, and when she becomes famous in the future, my reputation will become even greater.

Qianqian thought to herself, she must be ruthless, otherwise, facing such a terrifying orange-peeled face every day, how boring the life would be.

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Then he smiled and said, "Is this good? Master, I will play a game with you. If you dare to read it, I will convince you and study with you obediently, okay?"

The master looked at Qianqian kindly, and said, "You can also write, write two for me."

Qianqian picked up the writing brush, but because her hand was too small, she couldn't hold the pen holder, so she clenched her fists tightly, grasped the brush firmly, and wrote on the paper with a twist: "Pigs read to and fro."

Qianqian also deliberately wrote it in the order of the deceased from right to left.

I saw the master tilted his head to look at it for a long time, and read it several times along the way, "The pig is reading it over and over again. What kind of poem is this? Which famous masterpiece?"

Qianqian laughed so much that she almost bent over, the master suddenly woke up, what she said was reading pigs upside down!This time he became angry, his face was flushed, he pointed at Qianqian with trembling fingers, and stammered, "You...you actually insulted the teacher like this!"

Qianqian laughed and said: "Master, your way of thinking is outdated a long time ago. If I teach according to your method, I will become a fool within two days!"

The master suddenly stood up and said, "What did you say!"

Not to be outdone, Qianqian stood on the chair and said, "Didn't Confucius say that a disciple doesn't have to be inferior to a master, and a master doesn't have to be better than a disciple. You just pretend to be a master if you keep your mouth shut. There will be a time when it will be planted in the hands of a child like me!"

The old master's face turned from red to purple, but he was trembling, pointing at Qianqian, speechless.