"Xu Wanzhao, it turns out that you are here, come with me, Dean Xue wants to see you." Xu Wanzhao was chatting with the Emperor Taishang vigorously, and suddenly Master Dong walked towards Xu Wanzhao with an old body.

"You go first, I'd better go first, it's not good for them to see me like this. By the way, you remember to ask Xue Li for a few days off, don't forget. After the Emperor finished speaking, he actually took the kettle and began to pretend to water it again.

"Master, what is the dean looking for me, I am idle after eating, and I am helping our gardener clean up the flowers and plants together" Xu Wanzhao climbed up the pole, and said cheekily that he was working.

Emperor Taishang: "............"

"Dean Xue, Xu Wanzhao brought you" As soon as he entered Xue Li's office, the old man understood, walked out, and closed the door.

"Xu Wanzhao, come and sit down" Xue Li motioned for Xu Wanzhao to sit across the desk

"Don't be afraid, child, let me ask you if you wrote this poem?" Xue Li saw that Xu Wanzhao was just doing it, and did not speak, thinking that Xu Wanzhao was too afraid of strangers because of his young age, so he took the initiative to hand her the poem written by Xu Wanzhao on the table and asked her to confirm it.

"Dean, I wrote this poem, do you have any questions?" Xu Wan took care of the silent night thought he wrote, and when he heard Xue Li ask, he thought that he had been recognized, could it be that there are still people here who know the origin of this poem?

"There is no problem, I discussed it with several other masters just now, your poem is like a stroke of genius, the crying ghosts and gods, and the wonderful pen and flowers make people feel like a spring breeze and intoxicated when they read it. Although it is a simple homesick work, it makes it impossible to find any flaws. I don't know if this Xue Li really feels like this, or if he is patting the horse's whiskers, in short, these words make Xu Wanzhao feel extremely comfortable, after coming to this world, he has patted other people's sycophants a lot, and praised others a lot, I didn't expect that I would have such a day, it's just wonderful.

"So, what do you think?" Xu Wanzhao was not blinded by this appreciative words, this Xue Li said so much, he must have something to discuss with himself, otherwise he is a dignified scholar and should be a good rank. Xu Wanzhao didn't believe that such a person could have time to chat with her.

"Son, wise man, no wonder he can write such a good work. I just want to ask, can you write other poems? Is it okay to have more poems like this? Xue Li saw that Xu Wanzhao was straight to the point, and he didn't hide it anymore, and directly said his purpose.

"Yes, but what do you want me to write so many poems?" Xu Wanzhao felt that this person wanted to do something with the poems she wrote, but she still opened her mouth to ask.

"I think so, if you can write a few more poems, I can help you distinguish them, publish a few books or something, maybe choose some good ones and use them as teaching materials, this is your chance to become famous. You think that at such a young age, you can make the scholars of Xiling and even the entire Yuanwu Continent read your poems, how rewarding it is. Xue Li said conclusively, and did not forget to add some colors of temptation in fame and fortune.

"Okay, it's okay to write poems, you can write words. Now let's talk about it first, my poems are out of the book, how can I divide them...... "Although Xu Wanzhao is a doll body, she can be regarded as a person who has lived two lives, and she is not easy to deceive with some ethereal things.