I really can't sleep, and I can't stay still in bed, if I don't move, the mosquitoes will attack immediately, and if I move, I'm afraid of waking up Chu Chu. Xiao Yao had to get up and write poems:

Mosquitoes know the season

When summer is rampant

Snoring into the night

Skin-friendly and silent

The same is Confucianism

Fire and ice

As soon as he finished writing, Xiao Yao felt that his cheeks were itchy, and slapped it lightly, and a mosquito flew up in response, as if to anger him, and landed on the rice paper in front of him.

Early the next morning, the Confucian scholars, who were supposed to finish breakfast and go to the morning reading, gathered under a torii next to the dining hall, and everyone craned their necks to see what was written on the rice paper. After reading it, everyone secretly cheered in their hearts.

An older Confucian stroked the white beard on his chin, shook his head and said, "Although the poetry is not very good, it is really our heart's voice." The other nodded repeatedly: "Yes, too." ”

Chu Chu in the crowd blinked his big eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. When the Confucian students nodded yes, I saw Debao shaking his head and reading it again, pointing to the lower right corner of the limerick with the folding fan in his hand, and said, "Haven't you seen a line of words under this?" ”

The old Confucian hurriedly leaned his eyes over: "Oh, reading blinds people's eyes, what is written?" ......" he read out word by word: "Senior brothers who have the same idea, please sign my limerick." ”

Xiao Yao said: "Everyone, we are all classmates studying in a school, because of the moisturization of the emperor's grace, we were able to study Confucian classics in this Confucianism, the academy is a pure land, not a Yuelai Inn in Xiangyang City, there has not yet been a three, six, nine, etc., we Confucianists, whether poor or rich, may serve the emperor in the future, rich or noble are given by our parents, and we have nothing to do with it, so, I think, should not be ...... this copper smell." ”

At this time, there was already an eyeliner flying to the mountain chief, and Lao Wei was very nervous, so he hurriedly rushed over with Yu Tianchang. Seeing Xiao Yao speaking with emotion from a distance, Wei Shiren waved his hand and said, "What the hell are you doing?" ”

"Mountain Chief, you have come just in time, and all of our Confucian students have unanimously and strongly requested that the dormitory be reassigned."

"All the Confucian students? ......" Shanchang looked at Li Chun suspiciously. "Yes, including the little prince, the little prince is still our senior, he must represent the wishes of our Confucian students, don't you say?" The Confucian scholars standing behind Li Chun raised their fists in response.

Xiao Yao said: "Mountain Chief, there is a question I have always wanted to ask you, there is a row of dormitories in the south of our academy, I heard that it is also for Confucian students, the geographical location and decoration configuration are also very good, it has been repaired since last year, but it has been empty, you have been telling us that waste is a great crime." ”