The scholar lowered his head tremblingly, he thought that it was a person from a small place, and Xiao Si, the gatekeeper of the academy, would be able to send it away! Who would have thought that there would be such a big commotion, and he felt aggrieved.

"Little girl, you're a little selfish like this. Hongshan Academy is famous far and wide, but it is the dream place of all students, and you let your ...... like this Isn't it a pity to let Brother Shen drop out of school. ”

Xiao Xia smiled disapprecatingly. "So I just don't lose."

"What a big breath." Song Baisong was also angry, he had never encountered such an arrogant person, he was even more arrogant than himself.

"If I win, the disciples of the Tianzi Class will do something for me that does not violate morality, how about it?"

"Okay." The disciples of the Tianzi class were all provoked to fight, joking, if they didn't agree, wouldn't they be afraid!

"Dean, I'm the youngest, should I have the final say on how to solve the question?"

Qin Hui stopped doing it and sneered disdainfully. "I thought you were so good! You don't look for what you're good at. ”

"Why, you're scared." Xiao Xia also glanced at Qin Hui disdainfully and asked rhetorically.

"If you come out, you will come out, we will be afraid." Qin Hui immediately jumped to his feet.

The dean looked far away, watching his disciple being led by a little girl, but he was a little looking forward to it.

"Let's get started!"

"Good! The competition is divided into three sessions, and the first one is a poem, how about taking the peach orchard outside as the theme? The time of a stick of incense. ”

As soon as Xiao Xia's voice fell, Qin Hui and the others laughed, Qin Hui himself is a genius who can memorize poems at the age of three and write poems at the age of seven, will he be afraid?

The dean stroked his beard and whispered, "Begin." ”

The disciples of the Tianzi class returned to their desks and began to write. Shen Zisheng didn't move, but stood behind Xiao Xia, and it was already clear who he supported.

Xiao Xia smiled gratefully at him, she made her own decisions and bet on his future, Shen Zisheng's trust in herself touched her.

Xiao Xia sat in the vacated position vacated by Shen Zisheng. Pick up the brush and write like a god. Others may stop to think for a moment, and the pen in Xiao Xia's hand keeps swaying on the paper, and the pen flows smoothly.

"Humph! Airs. Song Dagongzi turned his head disdainfully, glared at the scholar again, and thought in his heart that if Shen Zisheng was dropped out of school, how would he explain it to his sister when he went back!

A stick of incense burned out, and Xiao Xia also stopped writing.

Shen Zisheng kept looking at Xiao Xia, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he helped Xiao Xia dry the ink on the paper and presented it to the dean.

The dean first read his disciple's poems. Reading them one by one, I nodded from time to time, smiling and very satisfied. After reading it, it was handed to Mr. Guo Dong, and after Guo Dong read it, he nodded with the same satisfaction, and glanced at Shen Zisheng regretfully.

In the end, the dean opened Shen Xiaoxia's poem, and just at a glance, the dean was shocked. There are so many differences in my heart, how can such a poem be written by a child?

Seeing the dean's face, He Shen and Guo Dong both stepped forward to take a look. I saw that the words on the paper were scribbled with juanxiu, wild with stability, and the words alone were already pleasing to the eye.

While reading the poem, his face changed at the same time.

Watching the excitement on the side, they all scratched their ears and cheeks anxiously, what did that arrogant little girl write, which made the three Confucians all look pale.

The dean glanced at Xiao Xia and said, "Little girl, what's your name?" ”

Xiao Xia bowed. "Shen Xiaoxia, words, Fengzi."

The dean laughed and said, "This 'word' of yours is very suitable for you." This game, you win. ”

What the? How can it be? Everyone was shocked, staring at the dean, you are not old and confused! The disciple of our Tianzi class, who can lose to the little girl who has only read a few books, is joking.

"You're not convinced? Guo Fuzi, you come to read it, let these proud disciples know what it is, there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky. ”

Guo Dong shook and took the thin piece of paper, as if it weighed a thousand gold. With an excited heartbeat, Lang Lang spoke.

Peach blossom nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, peach blossom fairy under Peach Blossom Nunnery.

The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine money.

When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers.

Half-drunk and half-awake day after day, the flowers fall and bloom year after year.

I hope that the old man will die in the wine room, and he will not bow in front of the carriage and horse.

The dust of the car and the horse are full of obvious things, and the wine cup flower branch hermit fate.

If the manifest is compared to a hermit, one on the plain earth and one in the heavens.

If the flowers and wine are compared to the carriages and horses, why should they be idle and I will be idle.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoeing fields.

The more Guo Dong reads, the more excited he becomes, such a poem is such a bosom, reading poetry is like seeing a person, this girl is looking down on herself, if it is a man, she must be a malleable talent.

Guo Dong is arrogant, but he is a person who loves talents, and he is even more competent as a teacher.

All the students were shocked, and they all admitted that such a poem, with their current talents, would not be able to be written, and it would simply be passed down through the ages. Especially the sentence 'Others laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others and can't see through it'. Looking at the arrogant little figure standing in a group of men, daring to defy power and challenge the great Confucianism hand-picked by the current emperor, it really made everyone incomprehensible.

"Dean, Master, I don't accept it, this girl must be cheating." Qin Hui admits that his poem is indeed not as good as this one. However, he absolutely did not believe that this was a poem that a little girl could write, and this poem was a poem that he had read and done.

Xiao Xia knew that this would happen, after all, she was indeed cheating. This poem is a famous sentence for the ages, and if she can't stop these students, she won't take it out.

"It's okay if you don't accept it! Real gold is not afraid of fire, you come up with the question, we will make a poem in seven steps, and then compare. Do you dare to respond? ”

"Good!" Qin Hui agreed, thinking in his heart, a girl must not know how to drink, and he is not drunk with a thousand cups, and he has a deep understanding of the word 'wine'.

"With the word 'wine' as the title, we chanted poems in public and let everyone taste them."

Xiao Xia looked at the proud Qin Hui, and she was already laughing crazy in her heart, with the theme of 'wine', it was even more difficult for her, she could recite a few good poems casually.

Qin Hui is indeed amazingly talented, as soon as his voice fell, every step he took was a seven-word poem, and before the seven steps were completed, a catchy seven-word quatrain had been made.

There was applause all around, and at this time, all the students felt that Qin Hui was right, a girl who had not dried up must be cheating, otherwise how could she write such a good poem. It must have been prepared in advance and used to bluff people. Only a genius like Qin Hui can compose poems in public, which cannot be faked.

As soon as the applause fell, just when everyone was waiting to see the joke of this self-defeating little girl.

Xiao Xia also took a step, with a crisp and pleasant voice, immature and mixed with the vicissitudes of poetry.

When you sing about wine, life is geometric! For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past.

Be generous and unforgettable. How to solve the problem? Only Du Kang.

Everyone was shocked, and in all fairness, they could only give two words 'good poetry'.

He Shen was already stunned at this time, and seemed to fall into memory again with the poem. Life is short, the sun and the moon are like a fleeting morning dew, and there are too many days to lose. How will the pain in his heart be relieved?

Natsu took another step forward.

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart. But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far.

Yo yo deer chirping, eating wild apples. I have guests, drummers and shengs.

It's as clear as the moon, when can it be done? Worries come from it, and they cannot be cut off.

The more strange it is, the more vain it exists. Talking about the old kindness.

The moon stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south. Three turns around the tree, what branches can be followed?

With each step, she chanted a few words, her eyes were blurred, as if she had wine in her hand, she was already intoxicated, she saw through the mortal dust, and finally took the last step, ending in a sonorous and powerful voice.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors