Only Song Kai and Sun Ximei were left in the room.

Song Kai stood up, looked around the room, saw the dresser, walked over, fiddled with the rouge, and studied the comb and bronze mirror.

"That's a girl's thing, you're not shy," Sun Ximei sat at the table, grumbling as she drank tea.

"I just took a look, I haven't seen it," Song Kai said and looked at Li Menghan's bed, which had a wooden roof, and the carvings on the ceiling were lifelike and beautiful.

I'll go, it's a waste, even ordinary beds are handicrafts, and they are handmade.

Although curious, Song Kai didn't go up to sit down, after all, it was a girl's boudoir.

After turning around, Song Kai returned to the living room and study.

"Don't go around, if you turn around again, the maid at the window will treat you as a flower thief," Sun Ximei said with a smile.

Song Kai glanced at the window, and at the window, a small head "brushed" back.

This little girl, my brother looks so upright, where is he like a flower thief, he let me be so guarded against me.

Thinking about it, Song Kai sat down on the desk.

"Hey, I promised to send Menghan a poem just now, don't you hurry up and think about it," Sun Ximei reminded.

"Oh, yes," Song Kai sat in front of Li Menghan's desk, thought about it, smiled, and said, "Yes, fortunately, my language is good enough, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to do it." ”

"What language?" Sun Ximei asked.

"Nothing, nothing," Song Kai waved his hand, looking down at Li Menghan's desk, there was a very delicate brush on the desk, and the rice paper spread on the table exuded a faint fragrance, both bamboo fragrance and women's fragrance.

There are a few lines of words written on the rice paper, which are two arithmetic problems, the first of which is about monks,

"The towering ancient temple is in the mountains and forests, and I don't know how many monks there are in the temple.

Three hundred and sixty-four bowls, see if you run them out.

Three people eat a bowl of rice, and four people eat a bowl of soup.

May I ask Mr. who is calculating, how many monks in the temple are counted. ”

Song Kai couldn't help laughing, this ancient arithmetic problem is also fun, he looked below, and below is Li Menghan's dense writing of the solution process, using the ranking method, what three people are gathered together, how many bowls are needed, four people are divided, how many bowls are needed, and then three hundred and sixty four one are separated, and the possible values are taken.

A question was densely packed on a whole sheet of paper, but in the end, the answer was finally obtained, and there were 624 monks.

Song Kai touched his nose, this topic is just a one-dimensional equation, but it needs to involve division operations, so it is a little complicated.

The following questions are a little more difficult, and it is estimated that Li Menghan's Confucian father came up with the question himself.

"There are a hundred horses, divided into big horses, medium horses, and small foals, the big horses can carry three bags of rice, the middle horses can carry two bags of rice, and the two ponies only carry one bag of rice, and one hundred bags of rice are just finished, and ask how many large, medium, and small horses are."

Under this question, it is Li Menghan's curse, she is probably angry, and under the question, she curses all the arithmetic problems as unrealistic fantasies, and curses her father for not riding a horse for the rest of her life.

Song Kai laughed when he saw it.

Sun Ximei looked at Song Kai strangely.

Song Kai thought about it, picked up the brush, wrote and drew on rice paper, this topic is just a ternary equation, three minutes later, Song Kai has already given the answer, but the answer is not the only one, but there are six groups, however, it is really simple, about the same level as the sixth grade of primary school.

"What do you write? Poetry? Sun Ximei walked over.

Song Kai put down the brush and shook his head, "I can't write, where can I write poetry, it's still the old rule, I'll say, you can write." ”

Sun Ximei walked to the table and saw Song Kai's ghost drawing, what "x", "y", "z", startled, quickly pulled up Song Kai, and said: "You are so unruly, this is Menghan's homework paper, and it will be handed over to Mr. Dong for inspection." ”

Song Kai confessed and got up.

Sun Ximei hurriedly picked up a piece of white paper, covered the one underneath, and said, "Okay, you say it, you say I'll write it." ”

Song Kai thought about it, brewed his feelings, and read a poem of Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Moon", "The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man silently turns the jade plate." This night is not good in this life, where will the bright moon look next year. ”

Sun Ximei held a brush in her hand, savored it, nodded, and said: "Sure enough, it is a good poem, Song Lang's talent, and he can be called a great Confucian." ”

As she spoke, Sun Ximei put pen to paper.

After writing it, Sun Ximei read it again, "Although it is not as amazing as "Water Tune Song Head", these poems are enough to become the first poem in Suzhou City, even if Li Taibai is resurrected, I dare not say that it is stronger than Song Lang." ”

Song Kai waved his hand, he couldn't stand these praises, to put it bluntly, he was just a plagiaristic villain.

"With this poem, it seems that Menghan will definitely not blame you for scribbling," Sun Ximei sighed with relief and laughed.

While the two of them were talking, Li Menghan ran in, panting, and her small breasts that were beginning to take shape were up and down, which was very tempting.

"How's it going?" Song Kai asked.

Li Menghan glanced at Song Kai and pouted angrily, "It's all your fault!" My dad criticized me severely! ”

"Why?" Song Kai was depressed, "Didn't you just ask your father to do him a favor, besides, he is really stingy." ”

"What a stinginess! My dad said that your tea is good, and if you don't bid high, he can use your tea as something at the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting...... What is the only tea for all," Li Menghan listened to Song Kai's arrangement of his father, and immediately retorted.

"Then why criticize you," Song Kai wondered.

Li Menghan snorted and said depressedly: "His old man said that I don't know how to learn, and I will only drill in money and business, saying that I am useless, and that I am all brought bad by you, it seems that Song Kai, you don't want to get my father's favor in this life." ”

"Huh?" Song Kai didn't expect to get such an evaluation.

Li Menghan also laughed as he spoke, "My father also said, don't want to bribe him the old man, as for the Oiran competition, he will score fairly, and whoever sings and dances well will vote for whom." ”

Song Kai scratched his head.

"Okay, okay, you two go first, Sister Mei, I'll look for you after I finish my homework, if my father comes in a while, you will inevitably be scolded again, my father will not show the slightest mercy." Li Menghan said quickly, his big watery eyes looked at Song Kai and laughed from time to time.

When Sun Ximei heard this, she was also scared, and hurriedly said: "Let's go, let's go, I'm most afraid of my uncle." ”

When Song Kai heard this, he also walked out, that Dong Changyun is a great Confucian today, he was really scolded by him, he couldn't fight back, he couldn't fight back, the key was to lick his smiling face and listen to him reprimand, that was really aggrieved.

"Then let's go," Song Kai waved his hand, "The poem is on your table, tell your unreasonable father, just say that my tea is very cheap, and it is okay to supply it for free, as long as it becomes the only exclusive tea, remember, it is the only one, and we must also start the brand of our Hongchen Inn......"

Nagging, Song Kai was dragged out of the room by Sun Ximei.

Not long after the two of them left, a man wearing a scarf and a green robe, with a righteous face, walked into Li Menghan's small courtyard slowly with his hands behind his back.

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