The third more

"Brother Kun, you can sleep for a long time today." Guo Peng stuck into a head, and a small lamb chop was still in his mouth. The lips are full of sauce.

"How much did you eat?" Xin Kun gave him a handkerchief and looked out the window for himself, and it was really dark.

"I didn't eat a few, I helped Aunt Li try the taste in the kitchen today, by the way, I also helped Sister Xiao'an hold Xiaobao, Xiaobao likes to be in the kitchen, and the little nose has been smelling hard, I didn't give it to him." Guo Peng was very happy and said that he was dancing.

"Zhu Long has been here today." Cai Guan's coffin face also appeared, he glanced at Guo Peng with disgust, poked him with his fingers, and occupied the position where he faced Xin Kun the most.

"Well, I lent them the pamphlet I wrote, and Zhu Long doesn't have enough self-confidence now." Xin Kun smiled at Cai Guan, "Zhu Long seems to be very afraid of losing the face of an adult, and he is very annoyed. ”

"Do you think he can do it?" Cai Guan sat down, leaned against the end of the bed again, and scratched his brow with his long tail finger thoughtfully.

"It's okay! He's got a good heart, and I think if you give him a direction, he'll be able to move forward. Xin Kun thought seriously for a moment and looked at Cai Guan.

Cai Guan chose himself, but his light couldn't be hidden at all, and Zhu Long was obviously a better helper. Because he just recognizes it, and he won't change. This future powerful minister, in fact, took the same path as his grandfather. The difference is that he is not in a high position yet.

"I forwarded your assignment to him and asked him to write it. This time, the grader likes your style, so he happened to get it. Otherwise, in the county test, he was not above the average level, how could he close the door this time. Now that you give him the booklet, he should benefit more than that Yao Lu. What do you think of Yao Lu? ”

"If it weren't for me, he would be the best talent." Xin Kun smiled.

"I also see it this way, tomorrow I will tell the public that you are seriously ill again, and you will not see guests. Learn to write poetry hard, and the academic politics of the college exam is not so easy to pass. He was the teacher of the first emperor and raised the young master. Don't want a high position, after the emperor is in power, he refuses to take charge of the country, and wants to resign and return to the country. But he was begged by the emperor so he reluctantly stayed in Tongzhou. Your article is fine, but your broken poem, he can throw you out of two miles. ”

"Is he writing poetry well?"

"He is one of the most famous poets in my dynasty, and Qinglou is proud to be able to sing his poems." Guo Peng stretched out his head and looked at Xin Kun with great sympathy.

"That's right, anyway, I'm like this, and I can't say that I can win one yuan. That's it! Xin Kun closed his eyes.

"What do you mean by that's it? Brother Kun, Lianzhong Liuyuan is famous in history. Guo Peng felt that this was wrong, and hurriedly said.

"I'm not interested in going down in history anymore." Xin Kun said lightly.

"If you hit the six yuan in a row, your 'ring head knife' can be renamed 'six yuan knife'! It can be sold for several lifetimes at a higher price. Cai Guan said faintly.

Xin Kun opened his eyes, took a deep breath, deflated again, closed his eyes again, and firmly did not speak.

Cai Guan and Guo Peng had dinner in Xin Kun's room, and then went back to their rooms, they actually could see that Xin Kun's face was not good today, and secretly asked Dr. Hai, who only said that Hui Ji would be hurt.

The two of them understand this, and to put it bluntly, smart people think too much, so they hurt their minds. And what the two of them said just now was just to make Xin Kun happy. But looking at Xin Kun's appearance, he was afraid that he would think of something again, so he decided to give up the college exam, and now he just needs to pass.

And he knew very well that he would be able to get by. He was injured in the examination room, and the royal family couldn't give him an explanation, so he could be comforted in other ways. As long as he can get by, and Xin Kun is in strategy, there is no need to worry about it. Even if it was Lord Xiong, it was impossible for him to embarrass Xin Kun for not using poetry.

However, in the evening, Cai Guan still sent someone to send a book of Lord Xiong's poems to Xin Kun, whether you can write it or not, you can memorize the poem for me, and then it will be good to set up magnetism with Lord Xiong.

This Xin Kun did not refuse, but she turned off the lights early and went to bed.

The next day, I had breakfast, and when I read again, the book was gone.

"Where's the poetry collection that Lord Cai gave me yesterday?" Xin Kun looked at the girl, usually if Guo Peng was not there, he would put a girl here so that she could have someone to take care of.

"The little prince took it, and now he is going to hug Xiaobao." The girl said very cluelessly.

Xin Kun Wangtian, what does this mean? Take the poetry book to hug Xiaobao, and want the baby who likes to stay in the kitchen to like to read poetry? She was going to tell him that poets were all rice worms? From Li Bai to Gu Cheng, really, there are not many useful ones!

Xin Kun didn't stay long, Xiaobao was picked up by Guo Peng, followed by Wu Bo, holding Xiaobao's cradle that he usually used to bask in the sun.

"The little prince said, you have to read poems to you, let Xiaobao listen to it." Wu Bo also deliberately placed the cradle closer to Xin Kun.

"You count on him, he himself doesn't understand it!" Xin Kun was speechless.

"It's okay, it's okay, you understand, let Xiaobao listen to it now, it will be useful." Wu Bo is star-eyed, even if he knows two words, he can read the account book, and now when he looks at Xin Kun, he feels that he is the Wenqu star in the sky.

"What do you do with the cradle, let Brother Kun hold it. can be full of literature with Brother Kun. Guo Peng still likes Xiaobao, and carefully put Xiaobao next to Xin Kun.

Xin Kun didn't have the strength to hug it, of course, he didn't dare to hug it if he had the strength, so he let Xiaobao lie beside him, a little uneasy, "I have the smell of medicine all over my body." ”

"It's okay, he doesn't like to eat milk lately, he cries when he eats, and he cries so sadly." Wu Bo waved his hand.

Xin Kun felt that he had less and less common language with them, what did the smell of medicine on his body have to do with whether he liked milk or not?

"I hugged him and told him what was going on in the kitchen and how delicious it was, and he smiled happily as he sniffed it. Then when I eat, he grabs, and then he can only drink milk. That's why he cried so sadly! Guo Peng laughed, "So Brother Kun, I think he can understand, let's read poems to him, maybe he can be smart with you in the future." ”

Xin Kun sighed, glanced at Xiao Bao, fat Yituo, white and fat, arms and calves are everything, and they are all very strong flesh, now look at Xin Kun, and then put his little fat hands into his mouth. This doesn't look like a poet, it would be good if he could train him to be Yuan Mei, and teach him to write a book "Tieyuan Food List".

Guo Peng didn't care about them, and he read the poem there loudly. Xin Kun immediately shouted to stop, oh my God, this is reciting poetry? If you read it like this, Xiaobao will not point to becoming a poet in this life.