Gu Huizhu had long been ready to be questioned, but when she really heard others talking about her, she was still a little uncomfortable. This is the first time she has been so showy, and sure enough, the road to growth is not easy to walk. Gu Huizhu eased her breath and tried her best to calm her mind, hoping that she could deal with it calmly. She took a deep breath and said, "Will it be, you'll know if you've competed." ”

"Heh, don't cry for a while, when the time comes, say that I bully children." The old man still didn't look at her.

If Gu Huizhu was a little worried about her skills being inferior to others just now, then the old master's attitude made her a little relieved now. A person with a real level will not sell himself and boast, but the master in front of him relies on the old and sells the old, giving people a sense of elegance on the surface, but in fact he is pedantic.

Now that the previous dynasty is gone, a large number of foreign culture has impacted the treasures left by the ancestors, and many literati and scholars not only want to be among the upstart trends that are envied by others, but also cannot resist the temptation of foreign culture, and in order to show their patriotic feelings, highlight the value of protecting the ancestral culture. These people who have read a few poems and think that they are full of wealth, and those who know how to order them will go around to show off their literary talents, and occasionally show off two foreign sentences to win the applause of ignorant students.

"How so? There is no distinction between before and after learning, and the master is the teacher. Although I was young, I still read for a few days. It's just that if I win, will the old gentleman worship me as a teacher? Gu Huizhu, who was relieved, said with a smile. Gu Huizhu thought to herself, anyway, I'm young, and if I lose when the time comes, it doesn't hurt to call him a master. It's that old guy, if I win, I'll let you worship me as a master, and I'll see where your face goes.

"Fart, what are you?" The old master has always been respected, no matter whether those who flatter him are sincere or false, he has never been insulted like this, not to mention that the other party is still a stinky girl.

Gu Huizhu also said: "Miao's "Fu Crescent", Ko Zhun's "Yonghua Mountain", and Luo Bingwang's "Yong Goose" are all masterpieces when they were seven years old, which shows that there is a sequence of hearing and preaching. There is also a seven-year-old girl's "Sending Brother", although it is a seven-year-old girl, she is not allowed to shave her eyebrows, which shows that knowledge does not distinguish between men and women. Xuan's father can still be afraid of the next generation, and her husband is not young. Old Master, why do you reprimand me because I am young and a girl? ”

"You..." The old master felt that Gu Huizhu's smile was so dazzling, and thought to himself, this girl is very neat.

Gu Huizhu looked at the old master who was so angry that he couldn't speak, and sure enough, the opponent was not a hard stubble, but he just chatted about poetry casually, so he was speechless.

The bearded old man saw that Gu Huizhu was bound to win, and he was helpless, forget it, I hope she will end it quickly, don't waste everyone's energy and time, so he didn't say anything more, but let people start quickly.

"Bang bang." The gongs and drums at the beginning of the game were beaten.

"It's game on." Said one of the members of the poetry club who presided over the competition.

"Please write a poem with the name of Chinese herbal medicine, and there must be at least two references to the name of Chinese herbal medicine in the poem." After speaking, one of the members of the poetry club specially explained: "Since ancient times, there have been many talented and beautiful people who have written poems and songs with the name of traditional Chinese medicine, and we are also following the example of the ancients today." There are not many requirements, but five words and seven rules are fine. There are so many varieties of herbs that you can't count them all, so you can pick out no less than two herb names and make a poem. Half a column of incense at the beginning of the time. ”

After speaking, someone put an incense case. Gu Huizhu and the old gentleman sat on the table and chair prepared for the two of them, and Gu Huizhu lowered her head and thought while grinding ink.