My Cold and Beautiful Wife

A group of people came to the venue where the Wenxin Party was held, which was already full of students and literati from all sides.

The exhibitions are full of various poems, calligraphy and paintings, and beautiful articles.

Groups of cultural enthusiasts gathered together to comment and appreciate.

When Zhuge Yunshen brought a group of old gentlemen to the venue, they immediately drew greetings from all parties.

Soon, someone found Ye Fan, the emperor returning to his side, holding the child.

"This... isn't this Lord Sword God?"

"Really? Lord Sword God came to Wenxin to meet?"

"Can there be fakes with the emperor's dean?"

"This year's Wenxin Club is really brilliant! Is it the Sword God Lord who also wants to support the revitalization of the cultural world?"

"The war is over, the world is peaceful, it is time to do a good job in cultural construction!"

"It deserves to be Dean Zhuge, it's such a big face, the sword **** has come to hold the Wenxin meeting..."

Everyone discussed enthusiastically, but not many people really dared to come up and take the initiative to talk to Ye Fan.

However, everyone took a higher look at Zhuge Yunshen and Qiangu Academy.

Zhuge Yunshen had a calm expression on his face, greeted acquaintances from all sides, and walked in the forefront with a radiant face.

"This is the Wenxin Club. Those who come here are people who are full of poems and books, who know how to be reserved and decent. If you show up with such a big fan on other occasions, I am afraid that you will be surrounded by water," the emperor returned to the sound channel.

"It's not that right, I'm not such a mysterious person. When I search on the Internet, all my photos are," Ye Fan said with a smile.

"You underestimate yourself too much. When you walk with Dean Zhuge in this way today, the influence of Qiangu Academy has soared. The position of Kyushu's No. 1 Academy is considered solid," the emperor sighed.

"Why, Dean Emperor, you don't seem to be reconciled? How about I go and help you stand on a stand at the Kyushu Academy?" Ye Fan asked narrowly.

"Sword God, don't make jokes with me. Our Kyushu Academy is doing universal education, which is not appreciated by academia. It is useless for anyone to stand, and it is unnecessary."

Ye Fan smiled and said, "You said that I have a high realm? Looking at the emperor, I don't think I'm generally open-minded, right?"

The two chatted, visiting various works of Wenxinhui all the way.

In an exhibition of student works, there is a small book boy wearing a square head scarf, looking at the six or seven-year-old boy, but wearing Lao Chen, talking freely.

Many literati and mosques around were amazed by the words.

"This child, the poem is very good, and he has a thorough understanding of the works of the **** of poetry!"

"Yes, citing the classics, clearly organized, worthy of being a disciple of the Qiangu Academy..."

"Don't you know? This Xiao Tong is the youngest son of the Xiao family. His poetry skills are naturally much higher than ordinary children!"

Hearing these compliments, the young Lang Xiaotong was also very energetic.

Just in time, Xiao Tingshu followed Zhuge Yunshen to the scene.

"My father! Dean, sir!"

Xiao Tong hurried over and paid a respectful salute.

"Oh! It's everyone Xiao who is here?!"

"Family Xiao is the proud disciple of Dean Zhuge, so naturally he is coming!"

When everyone saw this, they all stepped forward to greet Xiao Tong and expressed their admiration for Xiao Tong.

Zhuge Yun said with a deep smile, "Ms. Chen, is Xiao Tong your student?"

"Yes, Dean!"

Chen Bowen also raised his head and said proudly: "Xiao Tong is the first person in this year's junior class. His literary attainments are more than enough even if he goes to the junior group!"

"Okay, agile and easy to learn, you are a model student of my eternal college, Teacher Chen, you also have a good teaching," Zhuge Yun nodded deeply.

Chen Bowen raised his eyebrows, feeling a light on his face.

"Everyone, Xiao, you have someone to succeed, Ling Lang is young, but he can appreciate the poetry god's "Wanren Mountain" very well, the future is limitless!"

Xiao Tingshu smiled and waved his hand, saying: "Everyone is absurd, but the dog has only understood some of the fur of the poetry god, which is not worth mentioning."

"Everyone Xiao is polite. I have read this commentary and analysis article by Ling Lang. It's not like a six-year-old child. It's really a genius!"

Hearing a group of people boasting, Xiao Tong's expression became extremely proud.

At this time, Xiao Tong saw Tuan Tuan eating snacks in Ye Fan's arms.

"Ye Tuantuan! You idiot who can only eat, still have the face to call Wen Xin Hui? What literature and art do you know?"

Hearing this, many people nearby changed their expressions.

Tong Yan Wuji! How dare you call his daughter a fool in front of the sword god?

Xiao Tingshu's expression also tightened, revealing a touch of anxiety.

"There are a large number of Sword God adults, so you shouldn't have the same knowledge as my children?" Xiao Tingshu said with a smile without a smile.

Only then did Xiao Tong realize that the person in front of him turned out to be the famous sword god?

"What? Ye Tuantuan is the daughter of the Sword God? How could the Sword God give birth to such a stupid daughter?"

"Tonger! Shut up! Hurry up and apologize to the Sword God!" Xiao Tingshu said with a stern face.

Xiao Tong looked neither humble nor overbearing, "Father, am I wrong? This Ye Tuantuan, it is not easy to study well in the college, and the most active meal is to eat. He is the last one in the college. I don't think it is so shameless!"

When these words were said, the literati and scholars around looked at each other.

Not only did everyone secretly sweat for this child!

Of course, many people also shook their heads silently.

"It seems that Sword God also has some things that he is not good at..."

"Isn't it? I'm busy practicing swords, so how can I care about my children?"

"After all, it's not from a scholarly family, and has no cultural heritage. Such strong races are generally from dudes."

"Be quiet! Can't you hear when the sword god?"...

The surrounding discussion made Ye Fan look dull to some extent.

But Ye Fan naturally couldn't be true to a little kid.

"Tuan Tuan, your classmate said you are an idiot, what do you think?"

"I am not!"

Tuantuan seemed a little unhappy, but she was busy eating lollipops, just sticking out her tongue at Xiao Tong and making a face.

"Poetry is the most boring thing, I just don't bother to learn it! It's still sweet!"

Xiao Tong shook his head in the tone of a small adult and snorted coldly: "Don't ask for progress! Rotten wood can't be carved!"

"Lord Sword God, look, Ye Tuantan has this kind of learning attitude. She is so hard to learn, and you are shameless in public!" Chen Bowen taught.

Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry, "Teacher Chen, don't worry about that. My face doesn't need my daughter to fight for me."

"Of course, it's right to be easy to learn, and I will let the child correct it as much as possible."

Xiao Tingshu showed a concerned expression and said, "Master Sword God, I have a little experience in educating children. If you have any needs, I am willing to come up with ideas."

Ye Fan smiled, did not speak, but only walked to the article written by Xiao Tong.

It was a poem appreciation and analysis called "Wanren Mountain", the author turned out to be "the **** of wild poetry".

Had it not been for Ye Fan to know how this "poetry god" came from, he would really think that some people from the earth came here to promote earth literature.

"This article belongs to your son, right?" Ye Fan asked.

"Yes, in the next few years, I have been studying the works of poetry god. Inuzi is also influenced by me and has a lot of talent for poetry."

As Xiao Tingshu said, he asked with a simple expression on his face: "By the way, the sword **** is a swordsman, maybe I don't know, where is the sacred "God of Primordial Poetry"?"

Ye Fan's mouth twitched, "Do you know who he is?"