The two of them walked back to the desk hand in hand.

Xiao Fugua bit Honghui's ear, and the little thing whispered the truth and said, "Brother, the baby won't!" "What can I do?

It's a hundred points, but the most important thing, dry goods, he doesn't have it!

Although people don't know how to make poems, all of the products produced by the old ten are self-aware.

This has to be replaced by the old nine and ten when I was a child, and the old nine can say that the tenth brother has a face!

But when it was changed to a little adult, Honghui was very embarrassed, he listened carefully, and nodded slightly: "I think the poem you made is not bad." ”

This product is also a black belly, pretending to be the same as the real one, and I wrote four sentences, reading while writing, and looking at the little blessing melon.

Xiao Fugua nodded, and the two of them got together, not to mention how serious they were.

Honghui was sick all the year round and didn't invite a teacher, all of them were taught by Sifujin.

But what kind of person is Sifujin, it is also a god-level existence.

The four lines of poetry written by Xiao Honghui are ordinary, but it is terrible for everyone to automatically substitute the three-year-old Xiaofugua, and you must give a high score!

Although Xiao Sixteen thinks that this poem is completely inferior to himself, he is three years old, so he is also convinced.

Anyway, he couldn't write this when he was three years old.

Kangxi Ye took this poem, and the more he read it, the more he wanted to laugh.

These little things are really interesting.

However, it is an honor in itself to be able to show the minister how smart his next generation is, and to fight poetry for three children who are a few years old.

How shrewd the ministers are, looking at Kangxiye's expression, they hurriedly stepped forward to praise them.

Praise a few children are happy.

Kangxi Ye was also happy, and he almost forgot all the unpleasantness for a while.

The third Chengyin County King was so angry that no matter how good his poetry was at this time, he couldn't surpass everyone's attention to a few children.

That poem is really not at the level of white-haired floating green water, so Xiao Fugua's talent is not praised, but at least, this is a very smart child, which is recognized by everyone.

As a member of the clan, acting, manners, etiquette, and adaptability are much stronger than poetry.

Afterwards, Wu Sidao wrote a bunch of poems that fit the situation according to the temperament of Lao Shi, the level is not high, but it is definitely enough for him to deal with all kinds of propositions and essays without showing timidity, and he can't go back and let his master lose face when he goes out!

He didn't need to use his brain to write a poem of this level in three or five days, and gave it to King Dunjun, and politely asked King Dunjun to go back and memorize it.

In short, King Dunjun did not make a fortune from poetry, and plagiarizing this would not stain his reputation, but just deal with the scene, and he accepted it very happily.

Otherwise, he will lose his share in front of his son next time, and he can't afford to lose that face.

After he accepted it, he threw the poem to Yuan Wense: "You memorize this, and next time you need it, you will use it." ”

Wen Wense knew where it came from at a glance, and he snorted nobly and coldly: "I don't need this thing, I'll do it myself!" ”

Old Eleven spread his hands and said, "Master is lazy!" ”

If you like to carry this thing, you still need Wu Sidao! Where can you buy these sour poems.

Wen Wense thought that this was a personal preference, and he really couldn't force it: "Then, when I asked the girl to massage the master, read it a few more times, and the master slept there and listened, how familiar and familiar it is, how can the master see it." ”

"Then, for your sake, let's do it." Lao Shi just likes the thoughtfulness of Wen Wense.