Difficulty in Admission [2]
"My name is Ming Yulong, I transferred halfway, I'm a little embarrassed, if there is anything I don't understand in the future, please give me more advice."
Fang Fuzi was a kind person, and after Ming Yulong nodded at him, he naturally made an introduction and observed the environment by the way.
The school house was very large, and there were twenty-nine students in it, and she was exactly thirty.
Unfortunately, she saw two familiar faces again.
Bai Lingyue and Yao Mengqing also share a teaching house with her.
When the two of them saw her, a flash of surprise and contempt flashed in their eyes, Yao Mengqing and Bai Lingyue secretly exchanged ears, and at a glance, they knew that Lu Dao was saying something bad.
Master Fang nodded, seeing that what she introduced was natural, he did not deliberately emphasize his identity as the concubine of the palace, and nodded with satisfaction,
"Then you can take a seat first."
"Master Fang!" Yao Mengqing stood up suddenly.
"What?" Master Fang didn't say that she didn't understand etiquette, and asked calmly.
Yao Mengqing glanced at Ming Yulong proudly, turned her head to Master Fang and said:
"According to Guozijian's regulations, every new student must leave his first work in this class in the first class.
Although Ming Yulong reported it halfway, we also hope that Master Fang can be unbiased and not biased towards her. ”
There is a well-known rule that every new student must leave a work in his first class when he or she enters the school.
The works will be posted on the huge ink wall of the college until they pass the unified examination, and they will be eligible to take away their works.
In general, the vast majority of new students come at the beginning of the school year.
However, the first lesson of each Guozijian class is basically calligraphy.
Therefore, the new students will practice several big characters at home, so as not to stick them on the ink wall and become the source of everyone's ridicule.
Today, if Ming Yulong's first poem is not done well, and it is posted out, everyone will laugh at her.
She was originally rumored to be stupid and stupid, but when she arrived in the national prison, once the poems were not done,
If she is said like this again, the stupid and stupid name will follow her for the rest of her life.
Alas......
Ming Yulong glanced at Bai Lingyue, and saw that her face was arrogant, with a little smile that seemed to be nothing, and her chin was slightly raised, as if she was waiting for her to make a fool of herself.
Talented female yin person, sure enough, there is still a bit of a level.
Fang Fuzi thought about it for a while, and looked at the students below, all of them looked forward to it.
There are people who have a bad psychology and hope that Ming Yulong will make a fool of themselves;
If there is nothing to do, onlookers and commotioners;
There are also people who simply want to see how good the new classmates are.
In short, there is only one purpose, to let Ming Yulong make poems.
Originally, he didn't have this idea, but now that the students are full of expectations, he turned his head to Ming Yulong and said:
"Since your classmates have said so, you can make a poem according to the rules." Master Fang sat down in his robe, holding a brush in his hand, ready to record.
Ming Yulong had not prepared in advance, and suddenly asked her to compose a poem, so she simply walked a few steps forward in order to learn the inspiration of Cao Zhi's seven-step poem.
One step, two steps, three steps......
She bowed her head slightly, and suddenly her eyes lit up slightly, and after a little thought, she groaned:
"The wind dives into the acacia forest and the stars fall, and the flower soul enters the mud and thousands of homes. Where is the snow Qiongxiang, and the butterflies are dancing and the flowers are touched. ”
The girl's voice is like a jade splashing ice bowl, crisp and moving, and there is a green delicateness.
A delicate and touching little face with a hint of a beautiful smile, eyes slightly raised......