Seeing that Chu Qin and the others were about to hold their brother back, Qiao Le wanted to cry without tears. Because she could almost read from the angry eyes of the old brother, you wrote it to him, but you didn't write it to me.

Isn't it just memorizing poems?

Wait, your sister and I'll give you an impromptu recite a poem.

Immediately asked Agarwood to bring pen and ink, and Qiao Le took the pen and wrote a poem on rice paper. Then he raised it high and hinted at his brother with his crazy eyes.

Between the eyebrows, there is a full desire to survive.

"Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world is worthy of white clothes!"

Upstairs in Hexiang, Xu Man immediately read this sentence aloud. He was originally a great Confucian, and his words were clear, and his tone was mixed with the meaning he understood from the poems.

Reading aloud is charming, especially a person who can read aloud, helping you read aloud.

Ouyang Chen: "Wonderful! Quick, hurry up and put pen to paper, you guys, copy this poem quickly, this is another work of the county lord! ”

Under Ouyang Chen's call, a group of believers worked hard to write.

Not only are they copying, but Ouyang Chen is also copying his "Music Learning". It is said that he is a mediocre person, and he really didn't believe it before.

But since he met the county lord, he believed.

Before, it was he who was young and ignorant, and it was he who was sloppy.

On the other hand, Sima Zizhan and Yun Jingyue, Sima Zizhan is fine, he is still plain and serious, but Yun Jingyue's jaw is about to fall to the ground.

Qiao Le wrote, he can also be sour, say copy.

After all, he didn't see Qiao Le write, and it was not impossible for these people to blow it.

But right now, Qiao Le is really writing. And it's just to pick up the pen and write, if God helps. So he couldn't help but wonder, was he wrong?

Chu Qin: "Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world is worthy of white clothes." Cousin, Le'er's poem is really a perfect match with you! I know that in the bottom of Le'er's heart, I still respect my cousin more. ”

Chu Qin said this, and Zhu Feng on the side gave her a thumbs up.

Or the princess understands the master, you see that when people say this, the son's struggle movements are small.

Is Qiao Xuan happy?

That must be a pleasure.

The poems they wrote by their own hands are obviously more rigorous and more important than those that are casually sung.

But he is a cold person, so this happiness is not obvious. Qiao Le, who was at least ten meters away, looked at it and was not obvious.

Qiao Le: My brother, he doesn't like that?

Thinking in his heart, Qiao Le immediately asked for another piece of paper, bit the pen and thought for a moment before he picked up the pen and wrote it.

And when the white paper was lifted by Qiao Le again, the opposite side exploded again.

Sima Zizhan: "Standing like a Zhilan jade tree, smiling like a moon in your arms." I didn't expect the county lord's talent to learn, and it had reached such a point. ”

This time, even Sima Zizhan, who had always been indifferent, was surprised.

If he deliberately touted Qiao Le before, then his current words are sincere.

Yes, Yun Jingyue beside him is about to cry angrily now.

One is a slap in the face, the second is shock, and three times is admiration.

What does he love most in his life? That's naturally a super high push. Pretending to be forced is the eternal theme of his life.

So he regretted it.

The bowels are all repentant.

Don't ask, ask is such a verse that praises people, and he wants it too.

So he looked sideways at Sima Zizhan.

and brought him letter, paper, pen and ink.

The letter of resignation has been written, do you want to write a letter of peace again?

Sima Zizhan: "Get out!" ”