The Zhuo family book case here

Hongshan sat behind Zhuo Yijia, looked at the people in the field, swept her eyes, and just saw the two people who were looking at each other. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Hongshan slowly lowered her head and leaned towards Zhuo Yijia. Lowered his voice, thinking about Zhuo Yijia biting his ear, "Oh my God, Miss." The second prince with a sick brain is watching us. ”

Zhuo Yijia reached out and flicked the snowflakes on her shoulder. Nodding, "Leave them alone." ”

Zhuo Yijia swept over, saw Sun Yunzhou sitting next to Zhao Guyi, his heart sank, and then retracted the time line. Fortunately, the distance between the two rows was far away, and Zhuo Yijia took a deep breath and forced himself not to look over.

"Ahem~" Song Bo on the big book case covered his mouth and coughed, and the audience slowly recovered quiet.

"The hour is almost up, so let's get started. But is there anyone else who wants to participate?" Song Bo swept his eyes across the field, and then looked at the female dependents' building, but no one answered.

The people who were sure to come came, so he said, "In the first scene below, each person has a poem on style, flowers, snow, and moon, and the four cases before and after are a group." I've seen them one by one, and there are only two people left in the group. There were about twenty people left. I and the other two teachers decided to get rid of a few more bad ones and leave twenty people. When the half pillar of incense was timed, I had to write poems on the spot. No discussion. After saying that, Song Bo glanced at the people below who were listening to him carefully, and nodded with satisfaction, "Light incense." ”

The scholar spread a white proclamation on the bookcase and prepared a pen for grinding.

Everyone picked up the pen and began to write without squinting, some stopped scratching their ears and cheeks, and some frowned and pondered.

Zhuo Yiyu on the side held the pen in his right hand, put down the bookcase with his left hand and thought about it. I usually read a lot of poems in this wind and snow, but it is really difficult for people to write them temporarily.

Zhuo Yijia picked up the pen, looked at the rice paper and paused, and then put down the pen with a wave. He wrote four poems in a flowing manner.

Zhuo Yiyu still thinks about it, Zhuo Yijia has already written, put down the pen, buried himself and blew on the rice paper that has not yet dried.

Zhuo Yiyu leaned over to Zhuo Yijia, he wanted to see what he could write so quickly.

Before reading the content, Zhuo Yiyu's body stiffened.

"Is this the handwriting you wrote?" Zhuo Yiyu asked, sitting up straight, pointing to the words on it and looking at Zhuo Yijia.

Zhuo Yijia just lowered his head and quietly blew the undried grinding, and did not answer.

So many people are watching, is it still written by someone else?

Zhongqiu, who was standing behind Zhuo Yiyu, was also shocked when he saw the words written by Zhuo Yijia.

Floating like clouds, like a dragon.

"Fourth sister, your handwriting is so beautiful. Zhuo Yiyu took the rice paper in front of Zhuo Yijia and put it in front of him and looked at it seriously, "A tree of cold plum and white jade is close to the bridge in Lin Village. I don't know if the splash comes first, and it is suspected that it has not been sold through the spring snow......"

Zhuo Yiyu read softly, and suddenly turned his head to Zhuo Yijia and said solemnly, "Fourth sister, although I don't understand what you are writing here." But I think you're going to make it to Act II. ”

“……”

Zhuo Yijia took the poem in Zhuo Yiyu's hand, gently put it on the bookcase, and then picked up the inkstone and pressed it, "Second brother, you still haven't written it, and the incense will be burned later." ”

Under Zhuo Yijia's reminder, Zhuo Yiyu remembered that he hadn't started writing yet, so he hurriedly turned around and continued to scratch his ears and cheeks.

When the time for half a pillar of incense came, Song Bo began to look at the bookcases one by one. In the first act, there was no crowd without talking, and the waiting process was extraordinarily long, and everyone quietly watched Song Bo walk through one bookcase after another. Song Bo picked up the poems one by one, suddenly frowned and shook his head, or nodded with a smile.

There is no communication in the first act, and all they can see is the poems in their hands. To understand the good and bad of others, you can only know from Song Bo's reaction. When Song Bo laughed, everyone sighed worriedly. Song Bo frowned and shook his head, and everyone was overjoyed.

Song Bo walked all the way, and the bad ones were attached to comment on two sentences, and the good ones were ordered in front of the bookcase, and the scholar who followed behind him picked up a carved wreath and gave it to this person.

started to look down from Zhao Guyi, and after reading that row, he looked upside down again. In this order, Zhuo Yijia's table is naturally the last to watch.

less than half of them, and more than a dozen rings were issued one after another. For the most part, Huan Pei handed over more than 20 of them. The joy of getting it, the dejection of not getting it, the more you go to the back, the fewer people observe Song Bo's expression.

When it came to Zhuo Yijia, there were very few people who had seen it, and most of them were talking about the poems they had just written.

Song Bo picked up the words on the bookcase, paused, opened his mouth in surprise, looked at Zhuo Yijia who was doing it, and then turned his head to look at Zhuo Yiyu next to him.

The words on it are fresh and elegant, vigorous and powerful. Some people have been practicing calligraphy for years older than this child, and they can't write such words.

"Is this what you wrote?" asked Song Bo bent down slightly, looking up at himself with his head propped up on the bookcase.

When Zhuo Yiyu heard this, he shook his head, "I didn't write it." ”

Song Bo breathed a sigh of relief, "I said, how can you write such words at your age." "It's not much worse than him.

"Well, my sister wrote it. Zhuo Yiyu propped his head and didn't move, looked at Song Bo and continued.

"Huh?"

"My sister, that's what she wrote. Zhuo Yiyu sat up straight from the bookcase and pointed to Zhuo Yijia next to him.

Song Bo was dumbfounded, followed Zhuo Yiyu, turned his head to look at Zhuo Yijia, pointed to the word in his hand, and said, "You wrote this word?"

Zhuo Yijia looked at Uncle Song and nodded calmly.

Song Bo and she are both students of Mr., and she is a close disciple of Mr., and the words are also taught by Mr. himself.

"I don't believe it, you write it again. Song Bo looked at Zhuo Yijia and shook his head.

At this time, everyone was gradually attracted by the sound here, and they stopped what they were doing to look at it.

Zhuo Yijia quietly looked at Song Bo who was standing in front of him, and slowly spoke, "Those who don't believe in words will not succeed." Since I said that I wrote it, why should the seniors doubt it. Those who are sincere are also the way of heaven, and those who think sincerely are also the way of man. If I had been a man of no sincerity or virtue, I would not have come here. ”

Song Bo looked at Zhuo Yijia and was shocked when he heard it. For some reason, the female doll in front of him gave him a sense of déjà vu when she said this.

Zhuo Yiyu, who was sitting on the side, was stunned when he heard this, this is what his sister said?

Zhuo Yijia's voice was not loud, and those who sat far away did not hear it, and those who sat close also heard it, and they were all surprised.

Song Bo felt that there was a little noise behind him, he knew the gaffe just now, straightened his mind, coughed twice, and then looked at the rice paper in his hand, and was shocked when he saw it. Not only the words, but also these poems are very accomplished. Children like this are either gifted and worshiped under famous teachers, or they have studied hard for many years. The latter is naturally impossible.