In the snow: I am Huang Maner, bathing with Blue Bird and Sweet Potato at the beginning

"It's me, do you have an opinion?"

Huang Man'er wiped his blood-stained fists on his body, then slowly raised his head, staring at Fang Yuan coldly:

"Those who dare to touch my Beiliang Palace will end up with this."

When Fang Yuan saw the child in front of him clearly, he was extremely shocked, and his breath immediately weakened. He apologized with an embarrassed smile:

"So it's the little... little prince, it's the old man who has lost his eyesight. My grandson doesn't know the rules. You taught him the lesson."

Then, tremblingly, he walked towards Huang Man'er, and bowed to Bai Yan'er in his arms:

"Before, the old man was too blind to see Mount Tai, please forgive me, Miss Yan'er!"

Huang Man'er smiled in satisfaction, and stroked Bai Yan'er's black and beautiful hair:

"Sister Yan'er, have you relieved your anger?"

Bai Yan'er clung to this warm arm, and the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.

She raised her pretty red face and snorted shyly:

"Exhausting Qi is to relieve Qi, but you first take your hands away!"

Huang Man'er listened, smiled embarrassingly, and immediately withdrew his hands that were wandering on Bai Yan'er:

"Isn't it because you are so pretty, sister Yan'er!"

"Okay! Go and continue the game, I'm here!" When Huang Man'er said the next sentence, she winked at Bai Yan'er with a smile.

Bai Yan'er covered her mouth and chuckled, obediently chose a seat and sat down.

She knew that in this competition, she was going to show off again.

"Man? Why are you here?"

At the gate, Xu Xiao and Li Yishan had just arrived. They were the examiners who presided over the selection competition.

"Big Pillar Kingdom!"

When everyone present saw Xu Xiao coming, they all stood up and saluted.

Fang Yuan was so frightened that his teeth chattered. This Da Zhuguo is a cannibal who doesn't spit out his bones!

If he pursues it, no matter whether it is himself or his family members, he will end up in a doomed end.

Xu Xiao saw this scene as soon as he came in. He pointed to Fang Yuan's grandson who was covered in blood, and asked suspiciously:

"Man, what's going on?"

Huang Man'er said lightly:

"Oh, they bullied sister Yan'er, so I beat this person up."

"Okay! Revenge if you have revenge, revenge if you have grievances, men are bloody! Barbarian did a good job." A sternness flashed in Xu Xiao's eyes.

Although it was difficult for him to take action against an old man in such a public place, after the incident, the family also wanted to hang out in Liangzhou.

Seeing that Xu Xiao didn't make any other moves, Fang Yuan knew that his life was temporarily saved, and a stone in his chest finally fell to the ground.

But don't be deceived by Xu Xiao's good-natured smile on his face. As a ruthless character who crawled out of the dead, Xu Xiao never shows mercy to those who have enemies with him.

After dragging Fang Yuan's grandson down to rescue him, the competition was held again under the auspices of Xu Xiao and Li Yishan.

In order to win over his grandson who was beaten and disabled, Fang Yuan gathered all the words and phrases he had accumulated in his life, and wrote a poem on rice paper in a smooth manner.

Huang Man'er walked up to Bai Yan'er, laughing and playing with her.

Although others were quite dissatisfied with the behavior of these two children, who made Huang Man'er the little prince!

"Sister Yan'er, you don't have to worry, I'll tell you a very powerful poem about bamboo, you can hand it in when the time is almost over."

Hearing Huang Man'er's confident voice, Bai Yan'er seemed to have taken a reassurance, and was full of expectations for the next game.

I don't know what good poems Brother Huang Man'er can make this time!

Just as the time for a stick of incense was about to end, Bai Yan'er held the rice paper and handed it to Xu Xiao.

Everyone looked at the confident Bai Yan'er and were shocked.

How can it be?This yellow-haired girl can really compose poems! ?

45. Huang Man'er's poem shocked the audience, and the old man was so angry that he vomited blood!

Fang Yuan snorted coldly with disdain:

"The poems that were handed in at the last minute must have been cobbled together. It's really insulting!"

"The old man wants to hand in the paper!"

While the two were playing, Fang Yuan had already handed over the rice paper with poems on it.

The famous Confucianists in Liangzhou City circulated it to each other, with expressions of approval on their faces:

"That's right, Fang Yuan may have already won the crown of this trials."

"Secondly, it is impossible to write a better poem than this with just a girl."

On Xu Xiao's side, he took the rice paper in Bai Yan'er's hand with a smile on his face, and looked at it.

He is very relieved of his daughter-in-law.

"Bamboo and stone? It's a good poem name with a unique style."

"Stay firm on the green hills and don't let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west, north and south. "

Xu Xiao's eyes were filled with brilliance. Even a soldier, with his long-term accumulated experience, could clearly tell that this was an astonishingly good poem.

But he was uneducated, his face was flushed, and he searched his guts to hold back a "good poem".

Then he handed the rice paper to Li Yishan. Li Yishan had already noticed Xu Xiao's abnormal expression, so he couldn't wait to read it.

He was looking forward to what kind of height Bai Yaner's works could achieve. When Li Yishan first heard of this girl's poems, he was astonished. He didn't even believe that it was the work of a seven or eight-year-old child.

But this time, he believed it completely!

Li Yishan's hands holding the rice paper trembled slightly, and his face showed surprise.

"The future generations are awesome!" After a long time, Li Yishan sighed and said: "Once this poem comes out, people in the world will never dare to write poems about bamboo."

"how is this possible?!"

The Confucians had never seen the poisonous man Li Yishan give such a high evaluation. At this time, they could no longer care about their own demeanor, and ran to Li Yishan to read this poem.

"Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west..."

"Good! Good! Only a few sentences have vividly portrayed the character of bamboo, it is really the pinnacle of singing bamboo!"

The rice paper was passed around in the hands of everyone on the field, and everyone who read it praised it as the first poem about bamboo in the world.

Everyone was convinced that the No.1 this time had already come to light.

When the rice paper was passed into Fang Yuan's hands, his old face became distorted with shock:

"What a wind, east, west, north, south!" Fang Yuan laughed maniacally: "I have read the sage books all my life, but I am not as good as a yellow-haired girl."

Seeing this, Huang Man'er smiled and winked at Bai Yan'er.

Bai Yan'er smiled, ran to Huang Man'er and hugged his arm, her pretty face was full of complacency:

"Brother Huang Man'er is really amazing!"

Feeling the rubbing of the mountains that had begun to take shape, Huang Man'er was extremely grateful for the nine-year compulsory education at this time.

Sure enough, knowledge is power!

"Everyone, I recommend Bai Yan'er to participate in the Liyang Poetry Conference, what do you think?"

Li Yishan cleared his throat, and spoke loudly to everyone on the stage.

"Miss Yan'er is extremely talented, and she will definitely show off for me in Beiliang this time!"

A great Confucian stood up and said impassionedly:

"Let those guys in the south see that I also have a Wenqu star in Beiliang!"

"Yes! If Miss Yan'er participates in the competition, I, Beiliang, will definitely be able to avenge my shame and slap those southerners hard!"

When the Liyang Poetry Conference was held in previous years, the representatives sent by Beiliang were always the first to be eliminated, so they were often called uncivilized barbarians by the south.

This is also a helpless thing. Northern Liang relies on the martial arts on the frontier and often wages wars with the barbarians in the north. Therefore, martial arts have always been respected, and culture is rarely valued here.

This has become one of the few literati in Beiliang, and even a heartache in Xu Xiao's heart. If Bai Yan'er can achieve good results in this competition, then the literary world in Beiliang will be revived!

Bai Yan'er has written shocking poems many times, and in her, great Confucians seem to have seen the hope of the prosperity of Beiliang's poetry circle.

Therefore, the quota for this competition has long been in Bai Yaner's pocket.

Xu Xiao laughed loudly, and looked at Bai Yan'er with admiration:

"As expected of the girl my son likes! Write well! If you can get a good grade, I will let you marry Huang Man'er!"

Huang Man'er was elated:

"Sister Yan'er, you must write well."

Bai Yan'er gave Huang Man'er a coquettish look, and said in a low voice:

"That's all up to you!" Afterwards, she saluted Xu Xiao politely:

"Thank you Dazhuguo for your trust, Yan'er will work hard!"

Fang Yuan's face was pale and his old eyes were cloudy when he heard the people in the banquet hall praise Bai Yan'er without hesitation.

"Fake, fake, absolutely fake! How could this yellow-haired girl write such a good poem!"

Fang Yuan suddenly roared in the banquet hall, like an old monster gone mad.

The ink on the table was all over his white shirt, and his disheveled hair looked like a madman.

Huang Man'er couldn't help laughing out loud, and Bai Yan'er at the side saw him holding back his laughter, and couldn't help but bury her head in Huang Man'er's arms.

At this time, Xu Xiao sneered, narrowed his eyes and stared at Fang Yuan:

"Fang Yuan, if you are not as skilled as others, you will be willing to bow down. Why do you have to do this? After all, you have lived most of your life, so you should understand something."