Chen Le could only pray silently at this time, don't draw the second subject of Lile, because according to the rules, Xuan-level students who are promoted to prefecture-level students must pass the three subjects drawn before they can pass the exam!

The night passed in a flash, and the next day was still a day off.

Chen Le held the book in his hand and began to practice the five rites of auspiciousness, fierceness, guest, army, and jia in the room, and for a while he only felt that his head was as big as a fight, the sky was dark, and his life was unintentional, and finally he gave up the book angrily, still put on his arrow sleeve and left the room!

He followed yesterday's route, green mountains and green waters, all the way to play, and unconsciously walked to the place where he saw the girl shoot arrows yesterday.

I saw that the grass was green, the stream was clear, and under the huge ancient trees, the graceful old man was still sitting there writing something, and the girl was still standing in the distance of the arrow target, pulling a purple wood bow vigorously, but it could only be opened to five points full, and it was difficult to go further.

Chen Le observed yesterday that this old man was extraordinary, graceful and luxurious, and the two guards behind him all had martial arts, and he had already judged in his heart that this person must be a high-ranking person.

He doesn't know enough about this world now, so he doesn't want to easily provoke right and wrong, which is why he didn't want to deal with the girl at first yesterday, and then left in a hurry after shooting arrows.

"Little friend, what a coincidence, we met again!" The old man looked at him and greeted him from afar.

Chen Le smiled bitterly in his heart, this was being targeted, and he hurriedly returned the salute: "My husband is so comfortable, and he is here to enjoy the coolness." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-faced and black-faced guards couldn't hold back their laughter, following the master for so many years, it was the first time they had heard someone call him Lao Zhang.

The girl also saw Chen Le at this time, and immediately exclaimed: "Yesterday, I said that you don't know how to be polite, but today I saw that it was really the case, and I actually said that my grandfather was here to enjoy the cool." ”

Chen Le blinked, making a stupid and confused expression, so angry that the girl gritted her teeth.

"Hehe, can you come over and talk about it?" The old man didn't care at all, but the faces of the two guards behind him changed, the master's identity is noble, and he can't be missed, if Chen Le was holding a bow and arrow yesterday, but after all, there is a distance from the master, but this is to sit next to him, in case this young man has any bad intentions, it will be impossible to prevent it.

Chen Le is a human being, so he naturally has a lot of eyes, seeing the caution of the two guards, he can't help but hesitate in his heart, he is still short in time, and he doesn't want to get involved in some right and wrong, after all, it has not yet reached the point where the tiger's body is shocked and the sky is cracked, in case of negligence, it will become a big joke to capsize the boat in the gutter.

The old man saw his caution at this time, and couldn't help but say again: "I think Xiao You is like a student of Jixia School Palace, I am close friends with Mr. Jinghua, the palace master of your School Palace, Xiao You don't have to suspect him, please come over and talk about it!" ”

Chen Leyan's face didn't show anything unusual when he heard this, but his heart moved slightly, this old man looked graceful, and he moved out of Mr. Jinghua, it seems that he is really eyeing himself!

He immediately clenched his fists again: "I don't dare to ask for it!" After speaking, he strode forward, and without hesitation, he sat directly opposite the old man.

Between the two is a bookcase, on which the study room is full of treasures, and the old man is still holding a brush in his hand, as if he is making poetry.

Do you write poetry? The poems in this world don't seem to be very good, even if it's a novel or something, it's all weak, Chen Le has one thing in his memory, that is, there is a book circulating in the current Jixia School Palace, called "Three Spring Rains in the West Chamber", this is a romance novel, the author is called Su Hui, is a famous talented woman in the world, this "Three Spring Rain in the West Chamber" is written by a scholar who is rushing to take the exam, entering Beijing in March, the road is raining heavily, and a big family surnamed Cui takes shelter from the rain, and this young lady has a poignant love story.

As soon as this book came out, it was immediately touted by the literati in the world, and this Su Hui was raised to a very high position, this Su Hui called himself Xuanji, but since the book came out, the world has called it Su Xixiang.

The more he learned about this world, the more confident he became, and when he saw that the old man seemed to be writing poetry, he couldn't help but look down, and he couldn't help but be surprised at this look.

This poem...... What a poem!

"From a distance, the mountains look like swans, and up close, the flowing water looks like dragons and snakes!"

Chen Le suddenly sweated profusely, sweated profusely, and sweated at the waterfall!

"Little friends know poetry?" The old man's face showed a slight smug look, and he keenly saw Chen Le's shock.

"I know a little bit about it!" Chen Le feels that he can't be modest now, if he is humble, he is sorry for his full stomach, he is full of splendor, and he is sorry for the sky and the scorching sun!

"Oh? How about these two sentences? The old man felt that Chen Le was a little arrogant, his sentence was neat, there were landscapes, simulacrums, and rhymes, under his own sentence, this young man could still say a little bit of words, sure enough, he was young and frivolous, and the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers!

Chen Le's eyebrows raised slightly, since I was a child, my teacher taught me to be honest, to be upright, not to flatter, to say whatever you want, but is it really good to tell the truth?

Although he vaguely felt from his memory that the level of poetry and articles in this world was very mediocre, he still didn't expect it to be so mediocre!

Chen Leyi clenched his fists: "Please forgive me for speaking bluntly!" ”

"Please." The old man also found something wrong at this moment, the look on the young man's face in front of him didn't seem to be admiration, although he said that he knew his own affairs, as a great Confucian in the world, he was not good at things like poetry, but these two sentences are still successful, right? At least it's easy to understand! How can you say that it can be ranked at the upper middle level in this world!

"These two sentences are barely good, right?" Chen Le said with a clear conscience.

What the? The old man's eyes immediately widened, and a thin layer of anger appeared on his face, and the two guards behind him immediately put their hands on the sword at their waists, and their faces were not good.

The girl came over with an angry face, and scolded: "Impolite guy, do you know who my grandfather is? Dare to say that his poems are barely good! ”

The corners of Chen Le's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart, as far as this broken poem made by your grandfather, don't talk about it in terms of rhythm, even if it is an ancient style, it is just a limerick poem, I said that it is not bad, and I am already ashamed in my heart.

"Xiaoyou is really straightforward, but the old man has been here all morning, and he only has these two sentences, and he can't say the next sentence, I don't know if Xiaoyou can continue?" The old man didn't speak politely, he didn't let Chen Le compose poems directly, but let him continue, so that there would be comparisons, and he could kill the arrogance of this young man.

Chen Le touched his chin and sighed secretly in his heart, continue the two sentences you wrote? This doesn't need to be copied at all, isn't it just limerick? Although I was not a poet in my previous life, what is so difficult about writing limerick poems?

He clenched his fists slightly: "That little student is ugly!" ”

The unhappiness on the old man's face was aggravated by a point, and the little guy didn't know how to be humble.

The girl stood aside and looked at Chen Le coldly, thinking to herself, this nasty guy looked like a bull after winning the arrow yesterday, and today he dared to write poems with his grandfather, it is really shallow and ignorant, and let Miss Ben see how he makes a fool of himself!