Yue Hao has not been here for a day or two, and after gradually getting acquainted with it, Yue Hao also relaxed a little, sat down and ate.

Cheng Dazhuang's wife, that is, Miss Cheng's mother, has never appeared And everyone in the Cheng family is silent about this housewife, and Yue Hao doesn't know anything about her.

"Yue Hao, today is the poetry conference, are you ready?" Miss Cheng couldn't help but look at Yue Hao and asked.

"Of course, I'm only eight years old, and I'm rich in five cars, how can this thing stump me." Yue Hao said with a smile.

"Weren't you quite modest before, why did you talk so much." Cheng Dazhuang couldn't help but say.

"I call it self-confidence, hahahaha." Yue Hao said with a smile.

"I hope you can always be confident." Cheng Dazhuang also said with a smile.

"Of course." Yue Hao nodded and said.

Yue Haoxin said that although he dare not say that he is proficient in all kinds of poems and songs, he is still very sure of reciting a few good poems that have been passed down for thousands of years and are well known.

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Great Xia Kingdom, Great Xia City, Spring and Autumn Building.

At this time, the Spring and Autumn Building was already full, and there was a pot of precious tea and a few very delicate pastries on each table.

This is the scene of the poetry conference, all of whom are famous figures in the Great Xia Kingdom, why are the prime ministers, marshals of soldiers and horses, and the families of all the people gathered together.

Many young ladies and daughters were also present, and their eyes were a little wandering, as if their minds were no longer in this poetry conference, but on those talents who were ready to chant poetry.

"Brother Cheng, why are you here, we can't compliment you on your talent." Seeing Cheng Dazhuang and his party, someone immediately spoke.

"Why can't I come, my poetry is well-known." Cheng Dazhuang immediately said unconvinced.

"Yes, have you written any good poems again? Read it out and listen to it. The man said with a smile.

"Then you have to listen well, my poem is absolutely extraordinary." Cheng Dazhuang said.

"Everyone, be quiet for a while, General Cheng is going to write a poem to take the lead." The man shouted with a laugh.

Hearing this, everyone who was laughing stopped and immediately looked at Cheng Dazhuang and the others.

"Why don't you find me a place to sit, my poem is unprecedented." Cheng Dazhuang said.

"Cheng Dazhuang, you don't want to write poetry, if you write poetry again, I will be angry with you." At this moment, a voice suddenly spoke.

"Teacher, why are you there?" Hearing this, Cheng Dazhuang hurriedly said with a smile.

Yue Hao behind him couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound.

It was an old man with gray hair on crutches, listening to Cheng Dazhuang's meaning, this should be his teacher.

"His name is Yu Qiuhua, and he is my father's enlightenment teacher." Miss Cheng on the side said.

"Your father's initiation teacher?" Yue Hao said with some doubts.

"Well, don't look at my father like this, this Mr. Yu Qiuhua Yu, but he is one of the best people in the Great Xia Kingdom, and the biggest failure in this life is probably to accept my father as a student." Miss Cheng smiled and said.

"That's right." Yue Hao nodded and said, "Look at this, your father has not been less in this kind of scene." ”

"Yes, the famous one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight pieces, was made at the last poetry conference." Miss Cheng said.

At this moment, Cheng Dazhuang had already come to the front of his enlightenment teacher Yu Qiuhua, and said, "Teacher, this poem will definitely make your eyes shine, believe me." ”

"I'm sure you're still doing it less?" Yu Qiuhua couldn't help but say.

"Then you can believe me again, this poem is definitely a good poem." Cheng Dazhuang said.

"Old Yu, I just believe in General Cheng once, maybe Da Zhuang really made some good poems." Just now the man spoke again.

"Who is he?" Yue Hao couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Artemisia Bo, the Ministry of Rites of the Great Xia Kingdom, is the second product." Miss Cheng said.

"By the way, I've lived in your house for so many days, and I still don't know what kind of control General Cheng has?" Yue Hao asked.

"The hussar general is also a second grade." Miss Cheng said.

"That's right." Yue Hao nodded and continued, "Is there only a few people in the family of a second-grade master? ”

"Otherwise, does the large number of people have anything to do with the official university?" Miss Cheng said.

"I don't mean that, but it feels like your house is a little deserted." Yue Hao said.

"It's not something you should know." Miss Cheng couldn't help but say.

"yes, got it." Yue Hao nodded and said.

Hearing this, Miss Cheng was a little puzzled, and couldn't help but say, "What do you know?" ”

"Anyway, I know, as for what I know, it's not for you to know." Yue Hao also said with a smile.

"Okay, Da Zhuang, just read the poem you made." Yu Qiuhua said.

"Then listen up." Hearing this, Cheng Dazhuang hurriedly looked at the others and said.

"Come on, we'll all listen." Artemisia Bo spoke.

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times. Cheng Dazhuang said immediately.

When Cheng Dazhuang finished speaking, the scene was silent, and everyone's eyes widened, looking at Cheng Dazhuang in disbelief.

"Da Zhuang, this, this is what you did?" Yu Qiuhua asked with some trembling.

"It's not." Cheng Dazhuang also said immediately.

Hearing this, everyone relieved themselves, if Cheng Dazhuang could make such a poem, they would live in vain.

"That's from the point of view, why haven't I heard it, it's impossible for me not to know such a famous sentence through the ages." Yu Qiuhua said.

Hearing Yu Qiuhua's words, everyone was stunned again.

That's right, since this poem was not written by Cheng Dazhuang, who would it be, it stands to reason that such a poem will not be earth-shattering, nor will it be obscure.

Everyone immediately turned their attention to Cheng Dazhuang, wanting to know what Cheng Dazhuang said.

"Although I didn't write this poem, the author has already been called by me." Cheng Dazhuang said.

"Who is it?" Yu Qiuhua hurriedly asked.

"Yue Hao." Cheng Dazhuang shouted.

"Contemptible Yue Hao, I've seen you." Yue Hao immediately stepped forward and said with his fists clenched.

"That's what you did to make this drunken battlefield?" Yu Qiuhua hurriedly looked at Yue Hao and said.

"It's me." Yue Hao said with a smile.

"What's your name?" Yu Qiuhua hurriedly asked.

"Yue Hao." Yue Hao said.

"Yue Hao? Why have I never heard your name before? Yu Qiuhua asked with some confusion.

"I just came to Great Xia City." Yue Hao continued.

"That's it, that's no wonder, but what other good poems are there, listen to them?" Yu Qiuhua asked a little anxiously.

"Yu Lao, poetry is natural, and it is a good hand, now let me compose poetry, I'm afraid it will be difficult for some strong people." Yue Hao opened his mouth and said.

"I'm in a hurry." Yu Qiuhua hurriedly said, "Look at the seat, find a seat for this little brother, right next to me." ”

Hearing this, someone immediately brought a chair and put it next to Yu Qiuhua.

"Teacher, Yue Hao came with me." Cheng Dazhuang on the side couldn't help but say.