The sentences flowed out from under the brush like flowing water, the words were written elegantly and refinedly, like an orchid brushing on the face, exuding a faint fragrance, and Han Yun's beautiful eyes outside the window were like autumn water. Yu Tianchang came over to take a look and smiled: "It's word for word." ”

The hall of Confucian students let out thunderous laughter. Li Chun was a little annoyed and angry, and threw the book into Zhang Long's hand: "You come and turn it over!" Zhang Long hurriedly flipped to a page, and Li Chun shouted: "Stop!" Zhang Long immediately read: "Tian Jia Yuan Ri". ”

Xiao Yao wrote:

Last night, I went back to the north

Now the year begins in the east

I am strong

There is no Lu and still worry about farmers

Kuwano ploughs his father

The hoe followed the shepherd boy

Tian Jia accounts for the climate

This is a good year

Xiao Yao, who usually likes Tang poetry, found that he had no trouble writing these, and he was convinced that at this time he had become Meng Haoran, who had been a poet and wine in Xiangyang City during the Tang Dynasty. Yu Tianchang clapped his hands and said: "This poem makes people feel much more comfortable to read than eating meat and drinking wine." Debaolian said, "Yes, yes." ”

Li Chun threw the poetry collection on the ground and slammed the door, and in his anger, he didn't pay attention to Han Yun and Qingmei by the door. Qingmei pushed Han Yun: "Miss, we're going back." ”

Han Yun took Qingmei back to the Thorn History Mansion, entered through the side door of the backyard, and met his father Han Chaozong in the corridor. Han Chaozong asked with a smile: "Did you go to the academy to deliver food to Li Gongzi again?" Qingmei replied: "Miss is going to see another Confucian student." "Better than the little prince?" Qingmei nodded: "A thousand times better." ”

Han Yun stomped his feet: "Do you want to stand in the corner tonight?" Qingmei smiled and ran to the swing under the wisteria and swung it. Han Chaozong touched his beard and smiled: "Is it okay for Yun'er to tell his father?" "Father, don't listen to Qingmei, I just went to the academy to follow your arrangement, and I don't have any other ideas." Han Yun lowered his head, tears rolling in his eyes.

Han Chaozong raised his hand and patted Han Yun's shoulder, and sighed: "Li Zhongxian is too cunning, let me stay away from him, I can only rely on you to complete the emperor's task, your brother is too simple, and he can't be relied on." "Actually," Han Yun cautiously seemed to want to say something for her brother, but she stopped talking, and only said: "Father, I have nothing to say to Li Chun, he is annoying." After speaking, he also got under the wisteria trellis and pushed up the green plum. Han Chaozong shook his head and arched his hand towards the south: "The emperor's order is difficult to disobey." ”