The students left in turn, and the little steamed bun lay on Xu Wanzhao's table, and habitually began to pat Xu Wanzhao's ass: "Sister, you are so amazing, I worship you more and more." We entered the school together, and I don't even know much now, but you actually make poetry, and the teacher has only taught poetry twice."

Seeing that Xu Wanzhao didn't react for a while, she just stared blankly, not knowing what she was thinking. The little steamed bun raised his little hand and shook it in front of Xu Wanzhao's eyes, Xu Wanzhao reacted, blinked, and said to himself in his heart: "What did you do?" In a hurry, he read an ancient poem by Li Bai, which made Mr. mistakenly think that he did it, Xu Wanzhao felt guilty, after all, this can be regarded as an infringement of Li Bai's intellectual property rights. But...... In this world, such poems should be usable, after all, there is no Li Bai, no Du Fu, no ...... here" Thinking like this, Xu Wanzhao felt a lot more comfortable, not only did she lose the guilt just now, but she felt that it was taken for granted. It's just helping those poets to bring their poems to another world and carry them forward.

"Sister, what's wrong with you, sister?"

"Huh? Nothing, nothing, hehe. ”

"It's noon, everyone is gone, let's go eat too, otherwise there will be nothing left."

"Well, I'm hungry, treat myself well today and eat more." After speaking, Xu Wanzhao walked in the direction of the canteen with the small steamed buns.

"Good poetry, good poetry...... Tut-tut......" Xue Li looked at the ancient poem in his hand and was full of praise.

"Dong Lao, this poem should have been made by herself, there is no doubt that I have never seen any great Confucian who can have such a poetic style, and I have never seen this poem."

The old master listened to Xue Li's praise, and was even more shocked, and pondered carefully, not to mention that such a poem is a child, they may not be able to open their mouths to the point of coming immediately, and suddenly look at Xu Wanzhao differently. If this woman is really a natural ghost, when the time comes, she will become a great Confucian in the literary world, and he will be a first-class credit to the old master. As a master, who doesn't want the students he teaches to get ahead and win glory for himself. The more the old master thought about it, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but praise: "The old man has never seen such a poem, so he came to ask Master Xue, this class of students has only been teaching for a few days, and this Xu Wanzhao first learned the knowledge of the past half a year at an astonishing speed." I've only taught poetry twice, and it's really not easy for her to be able to make such a divine poem very fluently. ”

"It seems that this kid is indeed a ghost, and he can have such a learning ability, so it's no wonder that the Emperor Taishang sent it in person." Xue Li took the poem, thought for a moment and said.

"She really couldn't read a word before she came?" The old master, Dong Lao, still confirmed again in disbelief.

"The emperor and the crown prince both said so, it must be true, this Xu Wanzhao's learning and acceptance ability is amazing, it seems that he will definitely make a career for the court in the future." Xue Liyi said righteously.

"Then ...... this poem" Dong Lao looked at the poem written by Xu Wanzhao that Xue Li handed him and asked.

"Such a good poem, don't waste it, you take it in the afternoon. Let the students refer to and learn, and after lunch, you can ask Xu Wanzhao to come to me. In this way, the poem became a textbook.

"Hiccup~~~" The little steamed bun covered his bulging belly and hiccuped as he walked: "Although the food here is not as good as the food of the Emperor Taishang, it is still good!" ”

Xu Wanzhao pinched the glutton's nose dotingly, and decided to take the little steamed bun to the backyard of the bookstore to eat, otherwise he would suffer from the accumulation of food.

"Hey, little girl, come here." Xu Wanzhao didn't have long to walk to the backyard when he heard a voice calling them. Xu Wanzhao looked left and right, but found no one, just as Xu Wanzhao was about to ask who was calling again, he saw an old man dressed as a miscellaneous servant in the corner of the wall, waving to the two of them non-stop.