Seeing the appearance of the jumping beads, Bihe was in a hurry. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info she hurriedly promised: "Don't worry, girl jumping beads! Bihe has some friendship with Zhuang Gongzi, and if it will be later...... If He Gongzi is really beyond his strength, Bihe will definitely do his best to protect He Gongzi and will never let He Gongzi die because of this!"

"Woooooooooo......oo Please, I must keep my young master...... What is our family...... Only the young master is left...... Woo woo woo ......" said Jumping Bead, about to kowtow to Bihe. Miss Bihe turned sideways, helped her up with Xiao Porcelain, and continued to comfort her softly.

About half an hour later, Zhuang Shengxian came to He Wei with confidence, and saw that He Wei was still covered with a book, lying on the grass leisurely, so he sneered: "Brother He wants to stop writing poetry from now on? If so, as long as Brother He is willing to take the initiative to admit defeat, he will not be spared Brother He from death." ”

"What's wrong, who's dead?"

Zhuang Shengxian's unobtrusive voice actually jumped, obviously he was not composing poetry just now, but sleeping......

"Young Master, why are you asleep? What should I do, what can I do?" The tears that Jumping Bead had finally stopped suddenly fell again.

"What are you doing? You cry when I sleep, what will you do if I die?" He Wei yawned and said angrily.

"If the young master dies, then the jumping bead will die with the young master!"

He Wei was slightly stunned, his heart suddenly warmed, and he was moved and didn't know what to say. has been a human being for two lives, and it is the first time that someone has said such things to He Wei, and it can be regarded as not in vain.

"Well, my poem has already been written. Seeing how slow you are grinding, I just slept for a while and waited for you. How are you?," He Wei said to Zhuang Shengxian.

Zhuang Shengxian snorted coldly and said, "Then thank you Brother He for your mercy, please start now." ”

Zhuang Shengxian didn't believe that he could have the literary brilliance of "Seven Steps into a Poem", and concluded that he was blowing nonsense and wanted to lose decently.

"Listen!" He Wei cleared his throat and pointed to the lake in front of him

"Half an acre of square pond is opened, and the sky and clouds and shadows wander together.

Ask the canal that is as clear as it is, for there is a source of living water. ”

Airplanes!

As soon as this poem came out, Zhuang Shengxian felt a roar in his head. He took two steps back, stared at the lake in front of him in a daze, and was silent for a long time.

The girl stood quietly and hung her head, and kept silently reciting this poem of He Worry. And Meng Guanlin covered his face with his sleeves, looking ashamed to see people.

"This is obviously such a big lake, why do you want to say half an acre of square pond?" Xiao Porcelain wondered. If gaze could kill, Xiao Porcelain would have been killed thousands of times by jumping beads now.

He Wei took the hand of the jumping bead and replied with a smile: "Because my reading is limited, and my mind is only half an acre, even if I face such a vast lake, I can only see half an acre of square pond." Brother Zhuang is different from me, he has read a lot of books, and I believe that his heart must be broader than mine!"

Listening to He Wei's words, Bihe sighed and said, "'Appreciation', Jingye." What lingers in the mirror is not only the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds, but also the people and people's hearts; if a person cannot always reflect on himself, how can he be open-minded? If a lake wants to be clear, it must be constantly injected with living water; if a person wants to make a name for himself, he must always be self-exhorting and humble to others. Good artistic conception, good literary style. ”

Obviously, Bihe and Meng Guanlin both saw that this poem was not only good in literary style, but also in artistic conception, and it was precisely Zhuang Shengxian's immodesty and narrow-mindedness that caused today's struggle. He Wei's poem is not so much written to fight with Zhuang Shengxian as it is to exhort Zhuang Shengxian.

In such a comparison, it is clear which of the two is higher and which is lower, and it is immediately clear. Even if Zhuang Shengxian can come up with a good poem that is a hundred times better than this poem, it is difficult to hide the fact that his virtue is at a loss.

And for a scholar, if you are virtuous, even if you are only eight years old, what is the use?

He Wei glanced at Bihe with a playful smile, and said without hesitation: "Actually, you don't have to say it so clearly. ”

If you don't say it, you're still a friend. For example, Meng Guanlin, he can naturally understand the meaning of this poem, but in order to take care of Zhuang Shengxian's face, Meng Guanlin chose to cover his face with his sleeves and did not comment.

And Miss Bihe interpreted this poem in person, and it was simply a slap in the face of the sage of Zhuang with Chiguo! Of course, He Wei's face-to-face question was obviously ill-intentioned.

Faced with He Wei's inquiry, Miss Bihe smiled noncommittally and asked softly, "Dare to ask He Gongzi if this poem has a name?"

"Yes!" He Wei raised the book in his hand, gestured at Bihe, and said, "It's called "Reading Books"!"

"Reading the book has a feeling, a good name, a good artistic conception, He Gongzi is a great talent!" Bihe praised.

It was only at this time that Zhuang Shengxian woke up from his shock. At this time, his hair was messy (in fact, there was not much left), and his eyes were dull, as if he had long forgotten about Dou Shi. With a strange expression that seemed to be crying and laughing, he staggered away.

Seeing Zhuang Shengxian's dejected look, Jumping Bead was ecstatic, she knew that the young master had won!

He didn't care about celebrating the victory for the young master, and shouted loudly at Zhuang Shengxian's back: "If you lose, you want to leave......!

"Okay, let him go!" He Wei said softly, "His backbone has been broken, and he will either lie down and be a dog in the future, or start all over again." Neither of these paths will be an easy task for him. ”

Bihe sighed and said to Meng Guanlin on the side: "Brother Meng, please escort Brother Zhuang home, Bihe still has something to do, so she can't go with him." ”

Meng Guanlin also sighed deeply, arched his hand towards Bihe, glanced at He Wei, thanked him respectfully, and turned to leave.

Meng Guanlin's thanks were for Zhuang Shengxian, because He Wei let Zhuang Shengxian go after the victory, and did not really force him to wear linen and filial piety, kneel three times and knock nine times.

He Wei looked at the Zhuang sage in the distance who had changed from "Yushu Linfeng" to "no one is a ghost or a ghost", and sighed: "Actually, I don't want to do it so much, I only blame him for going too far." He didn't understand what it was like to be fatherless and motherless, 'there is no one to support him', alas!

He Wei was an orphan in his last life, and if there was no one to raise him in his life, it was simply his reverse scale! There was also a jumping bead, since she lost her parents, although she was very strong on the surface, but He Wei knew that she would hide in the bed and cry secretly every night.

From the moment Zhuang Shengxian said those words, He Wei had already made up his mind, even if it was just to jump the beads, He Wei must personally break Zhuang Shengxian's backbone.

Bihe shook his head and said softly, "Actually, Zhuang Shengxian knows that feeling. He also lived with his brother and sister-in-law since his parents died when he was a child. His sister-in-law is bitter and never gives him a good face. Therefore, Zhuang Shengxian has an arrogant personality and never socializes with others. ”

"This year's Chiyang Poetry Club was held by Penglai Pavilion, and that day in the rain was the fourth time I came to invite Zhuang Shengxian, but unfortunately he still did not accept the invitation. If I hadn't shown He Gongzi's poems to him, I'm afraid he wouldn't have come here with me. ”

He Wei snorted coldly and said, "The beautiful woman braved the rain to invite her, and she had to refuse ruthlessly. He didn't live up to his last name!