In the end, I finally found a suitable song, Dao:

"The green trees are thick and the summer days are long, and the buildings are reflected in the pond.

The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the shelves are full of roses. ”

As soon as Zhou Ningchuan's poem came out, Mu Chonghao immediately said: "What do I say, this kid is hidden deeply." ”

Bai Mu Chonghao glanced at it.

The woman bowed her head slightly and said, "I have written down this poem." ”

"Tell me honestly, where did you study before?" Mu Chonghao said.

"I really haven't read, I'm self-taught." Zhou Ningchuan didn't know how many times he had explained, but no one believed it, and he was impatient to explain.

Seeing Zhou Ningchuan like this, Mu Chonghao believed it a little, and thought, could it be that this kid is a genius?

"Childe is so talented, he is actually self-taught, and Childe is fast?"

"Not so." Zhou Ningchuan showed it, it was so obvious that he was catching fast, couldn't he see it?

"In this way, Childe can be called a genius, Childe please have tea."

"Thank you."

Zhou Ningchuan sat down and took a few sips of tea, which can be described as fast.

The woman continued: "This poem, the little woman wants to write it tomorrow and hang it on this platform, I wonder if the son can allow it?" ”

"Little things." Zhou Ningchuan waved his hand, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

"I don't know the name of the son, whether the little woman is allowed to sign the name of the son."

"Zhou Ningchuan, the Zhou who repeats the cycle, the Ning who would rather die and the unyielding, and the Sichuan of the mountains and rivers of Jiahe."

"The little woman wrote it down." The woman silently wrote it down.

At this time, Mu Chonghao's eyes rolled and said: "Actually, before we came in just now, I didn't want to come in, but as soon as Brother Zhou saw the girl, he was very interested in poetry, and wanted to write a poem for the girl, and pulled me in, but when I came in, I was shy and embarrassed to say, I saw that this kid hadn't mentioned it for a long time, so he said it cheekily." ”

"Oh? Childe wants to write a poem for me? This woman was interested, very curious, and didn't know what kind of poems Zhou Ningchuan would write.

Zhou Ningchuan looked at Mu Chonghao with a bewildered expression, this guy, a pit teammate! Where are you going to ask me to find poetry?

This is deliberate, right?

Mu Chonghao responded to Zhou Ningchuan's gaze, and his eyes revealed, don't thank me.

Zhou Ningchuan: "......"

I thank you (poop you!) ）

I can't wait to press Mu Chonghao to the ground and beat him.

Mu Chonghao said again: "Brother Zhou is embarrassed to say it to his face, for fear that he will not write well and be ridiculed by the girl, so he plans to write it down and open it after the girl goes back." ”

The woman looked sorry and said, "Oh? That's a pity, I don't have pen and paper with me. ”

When I regret going out, why didn't I think of bringing pen and paper?

Zhou Ningchuan breathed a sigh of relief, and just wanted to say forget it, Mu Chonghao smiled: "You didn't bring it, I did." ”

As he spoke, Mu Chonghao took out a pen and paper from the small pocket on his waist.

Qiankun bag?

Zhou Ningchuan recognized the origin of this small bag.

The heart is extremely high, and I want to press Mu Chonghao to the ground and rub it, and I don't feel comfortable in my heart if I don't look for trouble, right?

This thing feels more harmful than his own hurtful brothers.

put it on the table and said to Zhou Ningchuan: "Write." ”

With a smile on his face, Zhou Ningchuan looked at Mu Chonghao with a stiff face.

Mu Chonghao understood what Zhou Ningchuan meant, and said, "Oh, I understand, I don't look at it, don't worry." ”

Turn around.

"Childe writes it, and the little girl will not peek." The woman spoke up and looked to the side.

Zhou Ningchuan: "......"

There are 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping in my heart.

Pick up the pen, it's difficult, how to use this brush? I've never used it before, so I can only use it like a gel pen.

It's hard to write.

After a long time, I finally finished writing a poem, and quickly closed it, I can't read this word, so it's better not to be ashamed.

"Done?"

Zhou Ningchuan said: "I think the time is almost up, I will stay soon, there is still something to do in the yamen, go first." ”

After speaking, Zhou Ningchuan hurriedly left, Mu Chonghao couldn't hold it back, and let Zhou Ningchuan run away.

Mu Chonghao could only say embarrassedly to the woman: "He's like this, that, I won't bother anymore, so I'll leave first." ”

Mu Chonghao pulled Mu Ripple very knowingly and left.

"That's it? It's pretty cool, can't you stay a little longer? Wood ripples reluctantly said.

"Let's go, don't talk nonsense."

"Childe walks slowly."

The woman got up, bent slightly, and then picked up the paper left by Zhou Ningchuan.

The maid on one side asked, "Miss, how is that son's literary style?" I see that you seem to be looking the other way, Miss. ”

"Very good."

"How do you compare to Miss?"

The woman thought for a moment and said, "I can't say anything else, but in terms of this poetry, he can come up with it in such a short time, and the level is not low, it can be said that I am half as good as him." ”

"That's amazing!" The maid said in surprise, you know, Miss is a veritable talented woman, and even Miss is less than half of him.

"In terms of poetry alone, in other aspects, I haven't seen him show it, but he is a modest son, but he is just a catcher, which makes me a little puzzled."

"Catch it quickly, then it must be a bad family."

"Indeed, it's a pity that a talented man, if he can be admitted to a place like a academy, he will definitely become a generation of people in the near future." The woman commented without hesitation.

"What about this poem? Miss, open it and take a look. ”

The woman was about to open it, but she saw the maid also coming over, so she said: "What do you see, this is given to me by Zhou Gongzi, he can say it, I can only watch it alone." ”

"Miss, they left anyway, I don't know."

"Huh?"

"Okay." The maid could only endure her curiosity and not look at it.

When I opened the closed poem, I was stunned at first, and then smiled.

"What's wrong? How is it written? The maid asked curiously.

"The poem is good, I think it's worse than what is described in this poem."

This woman knows that she is not as good as described in Zhou Ningchuan's poem, and she doesn't know whether she is modest or true.

Close the paper again and put it away.

"Ah, isn't that more beautiful than the immortals?"

"What the poem describes may be, but it's a bit badly written."

Handmaiden: "? ”

"I'm sure that Zhou Gongzi has definitely never learned magic, and he may not even know how to hold a pen."

"Huh?" The maid couldn't believe that the person who could make the young lady praise so much, such a literary person, didn't even know how to use the pen.

"It seems that this Zhou Gongzi is interesting, if it is really like what he said, he has not read books, nor has he gone to private school, but is self-taught, then it is really a bit shocking."

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