After thinking about it for about a cup of tea, Wang Hao finally remembered an ancient poem about Xiang Yu, and suddenly he was relieved.

After taking a sip of tea, Wang Hao cleared his throat again, shook his head slightly, and recited a poem: "Life is a hero, death is also a ghost." So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. ”

After Wang Hao finished reciting, the four members of Bao Zheng, Dong, Bao Qianqian and Bao Pingping, who were present, first looked at each other a few times, and then applauded and praised each other.

Bao Zheng took the lead in praising it: "Good poetry, good poetry." Today, it was an eye-opener for Bao someone, who originally thought that Wang Sicheng had been in the army for many years, had more books, and was quite eloquent, and it should be easy to make a limerick poem.

However, what Bao never expected was that Wang Sicheng would be able to make a good poem in such a short time within the effort of about a cup of tea. The poem is easy to understand and has a lot of meaning, what a good poem! ”

Immediately afterwards, Dong couldn't help but praise: "The slave family really didn't look at the wrong person, Wang Sicheng is not only witty and articulate, but also brilliant." Although this poem sounds easy to understand, not as obscure as the poems made by some old-fashioned literati, it concisely summarizes Xiang Yu's life and the admiration of future generations for Xiang Yu.

"The poems made by Wang Sicheng just now are not inferior to those written by the three great writers of the time, Uncle Yan Tong, Uncle Ouyang Yong, and Fan Xiwen."

After Bao Qianqian listened to her father's praise of Wang Hao's poems, she couldn't help but be happy: "Before that, Wang Sicheng was a person with five big and three rough ranks in the eyes of the slave family.

"Today, hearing this poem made by Wang Sicheng, the slave family found out that after all the misunderstandings about Wang Sicheng before, you have such a good literary style, and you will definitely be able to write poems and lyrics, and write good articles. It's really not seawater, people can't be good-looking, Wang Sicheng must be a talented person! ”

Bao Pingping, who was sitting diagonally opposite Wang Hao, listened to her father and sister praise Wang Hao's poems, she felt sneered at this and put on a look of indifference.

Bao Pingping sniffed, snorted coldly, and said disapprerovingly: "Hmph, father, mother, and sister, you all think that Wang Sicheng has just made a good poem, but why don't I think so?" Isn't the poem made by Wang Sicheng just four sentences in the vernacular, if I read for a few more years, I would be able to make such a poem, no, the poem I made is even better than this. ”

Regarding what Bao Pingping said, Dong immediately reprimanded him in a strange tone: "Ping'er, Hugh is talking nonsense, you have only been reading for a few years, and you are so wild. This poem is about a girl's family, and it can be written if it is written? The things that dance and write poems and lyrics are all done by the boys, not by the girls. ”

Subsequently, Bao Pingping also hurriedly said: "Wang Sicheng, please don't be surprised, my second sister (Bao Pingping) is a crazy girl, she likes to say something reckless on weekdays, she is so young, only fourteen years old, you just treat her as a child, childlike words, don't care, worry about it." ”

After being reprimanded by her mother, Bao Pingping felt very aggrieved in her heart, and when she heard her sister Bao Qianqian, she was immediately unhappy when she heard her sister Bao Qianqian's ridicule of her.

Bao Pingping, who was puffing up, was a little negative and talked about it: "Mother, eldest sister, you left Wang Sicheng at home for lunch today, not for yesterday, after Ouyang Gong got out of school, he came up with a question for the eldest sister.

"This question is to ask my eldest sister to go home within ten days and make a poem about evaluating Xiang Yu. When I go to school at Ouyang's house ten days later, I asked my eldest sister to hand in a poem evaluating Xiang Yu.

"After my eldest sister came home yesterday, she didn't have a clue until Wang Sicheng made that poem. Right now, Wang Sicheng has made this poem that you think is excellent, and when my eldest sister goes to school at Ouyang Gong's house nine days later, she will give Wang Sicheng's song to Ouyang Gong. Don't think I'm young and don't know you're doing what you want. ”

When Bao Pingping finished speaking, Bao Zheng, Dong and Bao Pingping, who had just praised Wang Hao's poems, suddenly changed their faces and red ears, if Bao Pingping was not their daughter or sister, I am afraid that at this moment, they would all have the heart to kill her.

To say, Bao Qianqian deserves to be everyone's best girl, and in the face of her sister Bao Pingping revealing this secret, she still behaved very calmly with Xia Fei's cheeks, and her complexion quickly returned to normal.

After settling down, Bao Qianqian smiled and said frankly to Wang Hao, who was sitting next to her: "Wang Sicheng, most of what my second sister said just now is true, please don't be angry."

"That's the way it is, there's nothing wrong with that. The slave family is only a shallow learner, and he only studied for a few years, and within ten days, he wrote a poem about the escort, which is really difficult to complete.

"My mother didn't leave you at home for dinner. It's just that when I was making tea, my mother temporarily mentioned this matter, and originally wanted to test your literary talent. As a result, you have made a wonderful poem within about a cup of tea, which is breathtaking.

If you don't have Wang Sicheng's permission, even if the slave family can't send a bus to Ouyang ten days later, they will definitely not use your poems as their own, and please rest assured that Wang Sicheng is. ”

After listening to Bao Qianqian's sincere explanation, Wang Hao immediately smiled and praised Haikou and said, "Miss Qian'er, where is this." This poem was also made by Wang on a whim, just a poem, what a concern.

"If Miss Qian'er likes it, take it, Wang has no opinion at all. Wang Mou is a rough man from a military background, and he doesn't know how to dance and write at all, and there is a saying that 'the article is natural, and the clever hand can get it'. ”

At this point, Wang Hao suddenly paused twice, as if he remembered something, and then changed his words, measured his hatred, looked at Bao Pingping, and continued: "If Miss Qian'er likes it, I will send you another poem to evaluate Xiang Yu, you hand it to your ears, and I will whisper it to you." ”

As soon as Wang Hao's words fell, Bao Qianqian, who was deeply curious about this, immediately leaned in front of Wang Hao's mouth with one ear.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Hao attached himself to Bao Qianqian's ear and said softly, and when he finished speaking, Bao Qianqian, who listened with his ears, immediately became overjoyed, with a pink face and a sweet heart.