Bamboo Garden Poetry Club

Since the restaurant incident, Zhong Yueyue has been a little distracted, and she didn't even dare to look at Zhao Shuo, for fear that Zhao Shuo would say something again.

"Qianqian, if you have any questions, you can say it."

"No, what Brother Shuo said has been like this since ancient times, nothing strange."

Very good, the reason is very strong, it is completely a science illiterate.

"Well, it's okay, let's watch the play, don't watch them chant poems."

Yang Qianqian: ......

Zhong Yueyue: ......

"You really don't know the way of poetry?" Ten minutes later, Zhong Yueyue couldn't help but ask.

"Let me memorize it, I can't really write any poems." If you're sick, you're going to be endless.

"Then you turn your back and listen." Zhong Yueyue began to chase and fight.

Zhao Shuo scratched his head, "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground, look up at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown." ”

"Hee-hee, Brother Shuo, you're too bad." Yang Qianqian covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Rogue, Dengzi." Zhong Yueyue's face was flushed.

"I said I wouldn't, you still want me to carry it, I don't have a good memory, don't blame me!" Come on, hurt each other, who's afraid of whom.

"Brother Shuo, what else did you do when you were a child?" Yang Qianqian secretly pulled Zhao Shuo's sleeve.

"Let me remember this." Zhao Shuo recalled all kinds of limericks in his mind, and after a while, he whispered:

"The chrysanthemums are all wounded, the flowers fall and people break their intestines, and the north wind is chaotic and the night is not young, leaving me with tears in vain. The cut is still messy, and the moon is invited to shadow 300 cups. The east wind blows the war drums, who is the little bell next door afraid of? ”

"How? Does it smell like that? After chanting, Zhao Shuo asked.

"Innuendo, it's bullshit." Zhong Yueyue angrily replied directly for Yang Qianqian.

"I didn't ask you, what do you answer?" You will have no friends in the future if you are so direct, Zhao Shuo said with hatred in his heart.

"Brother Shuo, you are a man, so don't quarrel with Yueyue anymore." Yang Qianqian was a little helpless between the two.

"Well, Qianqian is right." Count yourself unlucky today, who made this poetry too boring, I have to have some fun for myself, otherwise I won't be bored to death, unfortunately your Miss Zhong happened to hit my muzzle.

After a few minutes, Zhong Yueyue's second brother Zhong Wenjun walked in.

"Zhao Gongzi, Miss Yang, sister, can you make poems?" Zhong Wenjun is still a little unhappy in his heart, didn't he waste holding such a big poetry meeting to win Yang Qianqian's heart? But in the end, the bamboo basket was empty, and Yang Qianqianfang secretly promised her life-saving benefactor Zhao Shuo. What is he doing here, he really wants to find a place to cry, but the poetry club still needs him.

"What?" Zhao Shuo

"Not in the mood." Zhong Yueyue

"Forget." Yang Qianqian

"......" Zhong Wenjun

In the end, Yang Qianqian wrote an ordinary poem and handed it to Zhong Wenjun, and when Zhong Wenjun got the poem, he wanted to say to the three of them: Do you want to be so perfunctory, it makes me very uncomfortable and hurt, I knew that I would hold a bird poetry meeting.

After the poetry meeting, Zhong Yueyue squeezed into Zhao Shuo and Yang Qianqian's carriage with a dead face.

"Sister Yueyue, aren't you going back?"

"I'm not going back."

Zhao Shuo sat in the carriage and looked at his nose and nose, this is a special illness and has to be cured.

"Are you sick?"

...... "You are sick, your whole family is sick." Uh~ No, I really seem to be sick. Phew, what am I thinking?

"Qianqian said that she would serve you medicine at night, aren't you sick?" Zhong Yueyue was triumphant, as if she had won a long defeat and was worth showing off.

I don't bother to take care of you, but I still know how to use Yang Qianqian as a shield, Zhao Shuo closed his eyes, so as not to see Zhong Yueyue's villainous expression.

"Sister Yueyue is not like this, Brother Shuo injured his body for Qianqian's sake." Yang Qianqian hurriedly explained for Zhao Shuo.

Zhong Yueyue whispered: "Qianqian, are you protecting him like this now, and you won't be bullied to death by him in the future?" ”

"No, it won't."

"......" poisoned into the bone marrow is no longer saved, this is Zhong Yueyue's evaluation of Yang Qianqian at this moment.

"Alas, alas." Zhong Yueyue kicked Zhao Shuo's foot with her foot.

"What?"

"Who is your teacher?"

...... "I have more teachers, which one are you asking?" Is it preschool or first grade?

"The surname is Ou, the name is Yangfeng, and the word is poisonous."

Ouyang Feng? Occidental poison? Why is the name so weird? Why don't you seem to be impressed? When I got back, I asked my dad if he knew about this person.

"The name is weird, the disciples are weird, and the things taught are even weirder." It took a long time for Zhong Yueyue to speak.

"Don't be embarrassed if you read less books, and read more books like "Zhou Ji Sutra", "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" and "Ink Sutra" when you have time." Although I haven't seen it either, it doesn't prevent me from teaching you to see it.

"I, what books do I still use you to teach me to read?" Zhong Yueyue's small chest fluctuates, there is a kind of poetry and songs, those are all small paths, and they are all books that can't be put on the table.

Zhao Shuo looked at Zhong Yueyue with contempt and said, "Do you think these are all strange and tricky skills?" Are they all useless books? ”

"You said it yourself, I didn't say it." It seems that you still have self-knowledge, so I won't be angry.

"It's just a matter of sitting in the well and watching the sky, and everything will be clear when the wheel of history rolls over, but it's a pity that we can't see that scene, otherwise your expression will definitely be very exciting." Zhao Shuo closed his eyes again, his little arms and legs still don't touch these things, I don't want to be blown into slag.

"Alarmist, could it be that you also learned fortune telling?" Zhong Yueyue sniffed at this, pretending to be something, as if everyone in the world was drunk and he woke up alone.

Zhao Shuo said with a smile: "I haven't learned fortune telling, but you think I'm alarmist, so what do you think the surrounding countries are afraid of the Wu Dynasty?" Is it the Four Books and Five Classics or the Confucian classics? No, what they are afraid of is the sharp weapons in the hands of the soldiers, what they are afraid of is the fine armor they wear, and the 10,000 powerless scholars on the battlefield are the lambs to the slaughter, do you expect these scholars to use Confucian classics to educate them? What happened to the people of the northern steppes who had been indoctrinated for one or two thousand years? It's just a stubble that grows again. ”

What this person said seems to have some truth in what he said, no, no, didn't I just admit defeat, Zhao Shuo's words made the expression on Zhong Yueyue's face unpredictable.

"You, since you say that, then you have a way in your heart?"

"No, what can I do, I've just been living like this in my life, and there's nothing to pursue." What's the matter with me, expect me to learn from Shang Yang and Wang Anshi? Not to mention hard work, there is not even a good end. Could it be that all kinds of talents can gather around me with a wave of arms?

Alas, wake up, it's not dark yet, I'm dreaming here in the spring and autumn season, besides, it's so simple to wave the flag? Even if you manage to sit in that chair in the end, how much time do you have left?

Old, he can't do it, let him go, in the end it's just a busy job.

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Is it really a busy job? The author doesn't think so, because you will leave the ticket!! (ಡωಡ)