On the second day, the school finally ushered in a day off.

Two days later, the old master began to conduct a poetry competition with the hall, each person has a volume of documents, the title is not limited, write their best poems, after the competition is completed, the last person has thought about it behind closed doors, and the winner can recite classic poems with the old master.

The children began to write hard, each like a historical writer, and the atmosphere of poetry and books was extremely strong, soaking the entire school.

Tai Chip trembled, I wanted to show my skills today, but after going home for dinner yesterday, I completely forgot about this book, and I never read a word.

Hao Yu behind Li Zhenxiang was also sitting in danger, and when he was chanting poetry, this little boy had always been so serious.

Li Zhenxiang is also waving her pen, like this kind of poetry and painting, she still studied it when she was a child, after all, as a dragon and phoenix, she read some poetry books since she was a child, learned some chess and painting, and she is also a talented woman.

……

After a while, the children handed in the papers, and the old master began to read the papers one by one.

The children continued to recite the scriptures, and the hall was quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly, the old master coughed, and his face suddenly turned ugly, as if someone else had discovered some ulterior secret.

……

All the children stopped reading the scriptures and turned to the old master to wait for the results of the poetry competition.

The old master was sitting behind the stage, still slowly brushing his beard, closing his eyes slightly, and said seriously: "In the past two days, who has stolen into the old master's study?" ”

As soon as the old master's voice came out, all the children were in an uproar, and everyone was talking about who ate the bear's heart and leopard gall and dared to go to the old master's study to steal books against the sky?

The old master still sat upright, and motioned to the person who had stolen into the study the day before yesterday to admit it.

After a few moments, there was a dead silence in the library.

The old master stood up slowly, glanced in the direction of Li Zhenxiang, and said lazily: "Hao Yu, what did you do when you went to my study the day before yesterday?" ”

The children were surprised, and some of the children couldn't help whispering, stealing into the old master's study, which was equivalent to committing a capital crime.

All the children were waiting for Hao Yu to be punished.

Hao Yu got up, his demeanor was calm, and he bowed to the old master again, and said seriously: "Xiao'er has never been to the old master's study, why did the old master say that Xiao'er has been to the old master's study." ”

The old master suddenly changed his face and said, "You scoundrel, you clearly went to my study the day before yesterday to peek at the scriptures, stole the scriptures in the old man's room and wrote down this poem, and wrote it on the exam paper today, and you are still talking nonsense in the school, saying that it is self-created!" ”

Seeing that the old master was angry, Hao Yu bowed again and replied: "This poem is indeed not created by a child!" ”

The house is full of sighs, waiting for a good stir-fried meat show today.

"However, this word was read by the child in a scripture book in the market, and he never went to the study with the old master!"

Hao Yu's answer was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day that stunned the old master, and the old master began to sweat beads on his head, his face was full of iron, and his whole body trembled.

Li Zhenxiang was also puzzled in front of Hao Yu, there are countless poems in the world, why did the old master say that Hao Yu had entered the study based on a poem copied by Hao Yu in the market?

After some doubts, Li Zhenxiang continued to listen to the old master's narration.

At this time, the old master pretended to be calm, shook his sleeves, and said to Hao Yu: "The 'Yingying autumn water, half of the mountain curtains, and gurgling green mountains and stones' you answered was written by the old man and his wife, and the study has been kept until now, how can you get it!" ”

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Hao Yu was speechless, standing motionless on the ground.

It's not good to peek at something, Hao Yu just stole the old guy's flirtatious words with his wife, and his luck is unique in the world.

Li Zhen Xiangton fell into distress, this kid was too humorous.

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"Yes, yes, yes, it's Hao Yu, we saw Hao Yu walking in the direction of the old master's home after school that day, how many of you are going to say it?"

Tai Chip on the side was doing this trick and abduction again, which only made Li Zhenxiang in the front row dazed.

"Yes, it's Hao Yu, we saw it with our own eyes, after school, Hao Yu walked in the direction of the old master's study!"

Li Zhenxiang in the front row became more and more angry the more he listened, a few of you obviously left before Hao Yu that day, how could you see Hao Yu walking towards the old master's study?

When you are blind in broad daylight, you shameless children only know how to bully the weak and fear the hard.

Hao Yu was speechless on the side, wanting to debate, but he couldn't think of words for a while, after all, he really went to the old master's study the day before yesterday, and he was quite good at chanting poetry.

After some research, I saw a well-written scripture and sat on the ground, looked at the book, recited a few poems, and then quietly left, and now I can only say by these children.

"Hao Yu, peek at the scriptures, you should be punished with 20 sandalwood ring rulers, prepare to be ordained, and think about it tomorrow!"

Hao Yu was silent and slowly lay on the table.

"Yingying autumn water, half of the mountain curtain, gurgling green mountains and stones.

The pear blossoms fall deeply, the jade cries cover the face, and the spring Xiao is full of gardens.

It is accompanied by the whispering on the boat, and the incense pond dew shakes the king's shadow. ”

There was a woman's delicate lyricist voice in the school, and everyone in the school suddenly focused their eyes on this woman.

This person is Li Zhenxiang.

"Bang!"

The old master's sandalwood ruler, which had not yet been raised, suddenly fell to the ground, his face became more and more ugly, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell like rain.

Li Zhenxiang shook her head and brushed her clothes, this word was catchy to memorize.

Hao Yu, who was behind him, was also puzzled, Li Zhenxiang was able to recite the poems she had seen in the old master's study the day before yesterday elegantly.

Obviously, no matter how you look at this poem, it looks like a love poem given to Old Master Li by Mrs. Li's wife.

It may not be Madame.

Therefore, just now, Old Master Li was sweating wildly.

"Zhen Xiang'er, how could you have the original words of Mrs. Li just now?" Hao Yu saw Li Zhenxiang helping each other, so he began to echo it.

Old Master Li was silent on the side.

Before Old Master Li could open his mouth to defend himself, Li Zhenxiang started the next song:

"A night of sorrow,

Flick your fingertips, stroke the headstock,

Two lines of tears.

Flowing and flowing, soaking fragrant flowers, breaking the intestines,

Jun looks at his own building on the other side.

When will you, the dead ghost of the Li family, return to the deep eyes? ”

……

Just as Li Zhenxiang was reciting the last sentence of the poem, all the children stared at the old master Li on the side with wide eyes.

The children didn't understand any poetic conception, but they heard the "dead ghost of the Li family" in the last sentence clearly.

There is a kind of story called contemplation, and there is a kind of conjecture called subtlety.

Hao Yu leaned up from the table and looked at Li Zhenxiang in the falling green leaves, except for the elegant shadow of the silk shirt reflected in the wisps of clear light, everything was gone.

It's just that the old master's face turned pale, and he almost fainted.

"Linxi Pavilion,

The green mountains are sad and sorrowful.

After dusk,

Gyokuro partridge stays.

A pot of fragrant wine, two tears in the eyes.

Don't go thousands of miles to find your wife's revenge.

Flowers falling,

But it is people who go to yellow flowers and beg,

Full Window Pavilion,

It's a shame that you, Mr. Li, can do it. ”

……

After hearing this, the children had already looked at Old Master Li with deep eyes, and their eyes couldn't bear to leave for a long time.

The artistic conception of this poem is too beautiful, too beautiful.

The old master's psychological defense line completely collapsed, and the beads of sweat on his face were like a broken embankment tide, pouring out the power of the desolation into the school.

Li Zhenxiang sang one song after another, and her voice was in her ears, and every sentence contained "Li".

This first word of hope has hooked away Hao Yu's love soul, and at this time, Hao Yu is no longer vain, no longer frivolous, but loves forever.

After reciting 5 love words, the whole school was silent, and all the children were surprised.

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"Old ...... Old man and ...... And ask you, ...... is from ...... is from ...... Why do you read these poems? ”

"Back to the old master, the little girl and Hao Yu spent a penny in the bazaar yesterday to buy the proceeds from a beggar!"

Li Zhenxiang replied leisurely.

When the old master heard this, his hands trembled, and half of his beard was torn off, how could this collection of words really end up in the market?

"Old Master Li, you are knowledgeable, a few poems must have been confused by you, the poem written by Hao Yu was not created by the old master and his wife, but a word in the market, right?"

Old Master Li was silent.

"Don't be lovesick, Jun!"

"Slow!" Old Master Li shouted leisurely, "How can this kind of cliché in the market be made by the old man and his wife!"

The old man has a bad memory, and he confuses the poems, Zhen Xiang'er, you still don't think it's good, Hao Yu, you too, go back and burn the scripture book quickly, vulgar! ”

After speaking, Old Master Li turned around, flicked his sleeves, and sat behind the table again.

"Don't recite all the names of the old man in the poems!" Old Master Li said silently.