Qi Fei sat under the big tree in the small courtyard, the bookcase was full of papers, he was desperately recalling the ancient knowledge of the East of the earth, but learning is such a thing, you need to read it to have an impression, just say "All Tang Poems", he has not even seen one percent, and he can remember very few at the moment. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As for some articles, political treatises, and classics governing the world, it was difficult for him to even think of a few complete ones, but even so, this was a big project, after all, there were too many various scholarly works in the ancient East of the earth.

Qi Fei pinched the brush in his hand, his face was ugly, what did he think of just now? "Plain Book"? Well, Sushu, this Sushu only thinks of less than sixty words, sixty words, this Nima's!

He is now almost a mess in his head, and he has no unique theories and opinions in his heart at all, when he first started to think about something independent, those so-and-so people in the ancient times of the earth have already begun to fight, let alone refer to the works of those famous people in the history of the Tang Kingdom.

The conflict between theories and opinions is boundless, and it is difficult to compromise, which is even more powerful than going mad, if it weren't for Qi Fei's strong spiritual sea, I'm afraid he would have vomited blood three liters and died of anger.

However, although Qi Fei did not form his own academic core and ideas for governing the world, this huge accumulation of knowledge has made him a first-class university scholar in the world, which is why he is not too worried about whether he will be able to enter the rankings in the entrance examination.

The article mode of the Tang State scientific expedition is not the eight-strand essay of the ancient orient of the earth, but a style similar to the eight-strand text, which is simpler than the eight-strand text, and the requirements for opinions are also more loose.

This genre of essays is called Wuxingwen, and the selection of topics is not limited to a few fixed works in history, but is randomly selected from the articles of scholars.

The way of writing its articles also needs the kind of flat battle sentences, with a beginning and an end of the discussion, which is not necessarily better than the Bagu text, but it is not so bad, however, because the royal family and the people of the Tang Dynasty know the existence of immortal monks, so they advocate some immortal words, especially the poems with immortal spirit, which are often completed in the way of writing poetry and fu throughout the article, and will get a lot of extra points, which is also the reason why Qi Fei desperately recalled the poems.

He sat under the big tree, looked at the thick and tall rice paper in front of him, couldn't help sighing, took it and quickly swept it, and then destroyed it all.

Senior Sister Xiaoyuan walked out of the back house with a bowl of soup in her hand at this time, and then gently put it on the bookcase, and said with a smile: "Xianggong, are you tired?" ”

Qi Fei stroked his forehead with one hand and looked at Senior Sister Xiaoyuan's white skirt, but red was embroidered on the two cuffs, and said with a smile: "The head is big, this is even more torturous than practicing." ”

Senior Sister Xiaoyuan smiled and said, "I advise you to go to the border to accumulate military industry, or to take the martial arts examination, it is always easier than this." ”

Qi Fei shook his head and said: "Lady, you don't understand this, although I am in pain at the moment, but I also have happiness, reading has the fun of reading, you listen to me......"

Senior Sister Xiaoyuan blinked and looked at Qi Fei, Qi Fei often recited poems these days, each of them sounded very good, especially those love poems, which made people's hearts soften.

"Young people are easy to learn from old people, and every inch of time is indispensable. I didn't feel the spring grass dream of the pond, and the sycamore leaves in front of the steps have autumn sounds. ”

Looking at Qi Fei's shaking of his head, Senior Sister Xiaoyuan couldn't help but cover her mouth again and smiled: "Hanging the book bag, nerd!" ”

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of clapping outside the small courtyard: "A good sentence, an inch of time is not light, a good sentence is easy for a young man to learn and difficult to become an old!" ”

The two looked up, but saw a few people walking outside the courtyard.

The leader was the person who spoke just now, but it was a middle-aged man with a burly figure and a handsome appearance.

The man was wearing a green shirt with golden hidden patterns, his hands behind his back, and three short beards.

This person was followed by several people, all of whom were extraordinary and well-dressed, but they were obviously very respectful to this middle-aged man, and no one dared to walk side by side with him.

Qi Fei entered the WTO this time and discussed with a few people, trying not to use mana and other abilities to spy on the world, so at this moment, he just saw that this person had a foundation in martial arts, but he couldn't see anything else, but this person didn't look like a scholar and a Confucian, but he came to praise his poetry, which made him feel a little unhappy in his heart.

As the saying goes, wine is drunk to confidants, poems are sung to people, you are a martial arts student to praise my poems, why do they sound a little wrong?

At this time, among the several people behind the middle-aged man, a person suddenly stepped forward and opened the courtyard door for the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man stepped in.

Qi Fei frowned, and glanced at Senior Sister Xiaoyuan, who turned around and left the courtyard and returned to the house.

The middle-aged man looked at the back of Senior Sister Xiaoyuan and said, "Scholar, did you make that poem just now?" ”

Qi Fei stood up reluctantly at this moment, with a smirk on his face: "Exactly, I don't know what advice Mr. has?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Talented and beautiful, but so, I didn't expect to encounter such a pleasing thing at the foot of the mountain in this suburb, by the way, scholar, we have to beg for saliva to drink." ”

When Qi Fei heard the first half of the sentence, his heart was still relatively comfortable, and he felt that although this person looked a little awkward, he could still speak, and when he heard the latter sentence, he almost scolded his mother in his heart, you can ask for water to drink, and you are still talking about what to do!

He shouted angrily inside: "Li Qian, you're here, go, bring out a bucket of the sour plum soup that the young master made me." ”

After a while, I saw the boy Li Qian take out a wooden barrel from the room, and then looked at the group of people a few times, put the wooden barrel on the ground, and said: "There is no table, my family has the young master's bookcase, and I still want to read, and a few generals will stand and drink." ”

The middle-aged man looked at the barrel and said, "What is this?" ”

Li Qian touched his head: "Sour plum soup, it's delicious and tight, my young master made it himself, and ordinary people can't drink it." ”

The middle-aged man was just about to reach out and open the lid, but suddenly someone came up from behind, took a step ahead of him to open the wooden cover, then reached out and took out the small wooden scoop inside, scooped a small scoop, looked at the muddy soup and frowned, and then brought it to his mouth and drank it all.

After drinking a scoop of sour plum soup, this person's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stretched out his hand to scoop another scoop, but unexpectedly, the middle-aged man looked at him and snorted, this person hurriedly lowered his head and put down the scoop, took out a set of exquisite drinking utensils from the package behind him, carefully scooped a cup, and presented it to the middle-aged man.