Houfu Key Class

Shen Yibai gritted his teeth and said: "Jincheng, don't be too proud. I am just the last in the children's department. It does not mean that I am the last in Qiu Wei. Qiu Wei will take the policy theory test. My policy theory is unrivaled in the world!!"

Zong Jincheng chuckled and said: "Who in our key class has a bad strategy? Please make up your poetry, it's so bad."

When talking about this, Shen Yibai became happy: "Haha, that's better than yours. Your poems are the worst."

Zong Jincheng: "..."

He clenched his fist, endured the taunt, and said to Pan Hongzhi: "Master Pan, you see, this requires you, who is number one in poetry and poetry, to appear."

Pan Hongzhi: "..."

But since I taught you who is the last one, I am not very confident anymore.

But after being comforted by the little devil in various ways, Pan Hongzhi no longer insisted on walking. He lowered his head and continued to talk about the problem of the poem: "There is also poetry, it must be storytelling, rather than bragging about yourself from beginning to end. It's very difficult." Hollow.”

The little devil was immersed in poetry and soon entered a learning state. He subconsciously began to ask: "Then how can Li Bai be able to play? He wrote the famous line 'Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can I be a Penghao man'?" It has been passed down through the ages.”

Pan Hongzhi rolled his eyes at him and said: "Then there are the previous two sentences, 'The foolish woman in Kuaiji bought the minister lightly, and I resigned from home and went west to the Qin Dynasty.' First, the little guy counterattacked, and then began to erupt with emotion."

"Oh..." the little devil responded, "Then I will play you a new poem."

Pan Hongzhi: "..."

The most powerful poem about the master fell to the ground in response.

Anyway, you always have to brag. If you don’t brag, you can’t write poetry, right?

When Xu Wan came in, the young boys in the room were all lowering their heads to study. Pan Hongzhi met her eyes and walked with her towards the small pavilion outside.

Pan Hongzhi told her everything that had just happened.

Xu Wan nodded and comforted: "Jin Cheng is right. Master Pan only concentrates on teaching him. There is no need to worry about the Duke Protector."

Pan Hongzhi bowed and thanked him repeatedly.

Xu Wan asked with a smile: "Master Pan, how is the progress of Jin Cheng's poetry? I just saw that he has re-invested in studying, and he is quite energetic."

Pan Hongzhi said with a headache: "Well, Mr. Cheng is indeed the smartest child I have ever seen, but his poems are too personal... It is difficult for me to guide him, I am ashamed, I am ashamed."

"Are you bragging about yourself?" Xu Wan asked funnyly.

"Yeah..." Pan Hongzhi couldn't laugh or cry, "I have never seen such a confident child in my life. The problem is that he is not perfect, but he can only remember the good and not the bad. His thoughts are simply Invincible and never doubting himself.”

Xu Wan was amused: "That's true, it's rare."

Pan Hongzhi continued to have a headache and said: "Just now he gave me an example of Li Bai, saying why Li Bai can play but he can't. He is Li Bai... the immortal poet who has been passed down through the ages..."

Xu Wan raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't tell me, if Jin Cheng's character is properly guided, maybe he can actually write something like Li Bai."

"Ah?" Pan Hongzhi was confused.

Xu Wan arranged: "Thank you, Mrs. Pan has been studying Li Bai a lot recently. Let the book boys find all Li Bai's poems, summarize the rules of Li Bai's poetry writing, and then pick out his routines for Jin Cheng to learn from."

Pan Hongzhi: "???"

Is this to let Jin Cheng... just imitate the head of a family and make full use of his own advantages?

It sounds like...it makes sense.

Pan Hongzhi immediately responded: "Yes, madam, I will go back to prepare and make sure to complete the task as soon as possible!"

In the large study room.

A new poem played by the Little Devil King had been written. Pan Hongzhi took a look at it, and his eyes were going dark again and again.

He handed it to Xu Wan with trembling hands.

When Zong Jincheng saw her coming, he immediately said excitedly: "Mom, you're here, haha, take a look at my new poem. Does it have Li Bai's style?"

Li Bai’s style?

The others all pricked up their ears.

Xu Wan took it, looked at it and said, "It's not bad. It has a story. It's a big improvement."

In the past, she didn't praise the little devil very much because she was afraid that he would be too arrogant, but now the little boy knows his own strength very well and will not be affected so easily.

Xu Wan's compliment shocked everyone else, and they all wanted to come over and have a look.

"Come on, come on, look at what Jin Cheng wrote. Auntie actually praised him."

"I'll see first. I'll see first."

"Read it out, read it out, let's all listen together."

Shen Yibai took the poem from Xu Wan and read it out loud:

"In the past, I was a playboy, but now I am strong, studying hard and cultivating, and my wisdom is revealed."

"No matter how prosperous it may be, it is not even half as bright as my wisdom."

"puff……"

Zong Wenxiu spit out a sip of tea.

He covered his forehead with one hand and almost wanted to disappear on the spot. What his brother wrote in this poem... He was even embarrassed for his brother.

"Hahahahaha..." The big study room burst into laughter.

Wei Xinglu slapped his thigh and laughed wildly: "Jincheng, you write poems every day to praise yourself. Aren't you tired?"

Shen Yibai laughed so much that tears came out. He wiped his tears and said, "The streets are not even half as smart as you, is that what you mean? Hahahaha... How long is Qin Ye's wisdom? "Would you like to go back and forth three or four times on the street?"

"Hahahaha..." He Zheng was amused. He simply couldn't think about that scene of going around in circles.

Wei Xinglu was the one who dared to say: "Isn't this the perfect picture? Xiaobai, it's you who can make up for Jin Cheng's sentence well."

Shen Yibai gave him a high-five, his good brother understood him so well.

The little devil was so angry that veins jumped on his forehead. He slammed the table and yelled, "What are you guys laughing at? Didn't you hear my mother praising me for my progress? What are you laughing at? What's so funny? Li Bai always liked to write three thousand feet. Is there any problem with me writing ten thousand feet?"

"No problem, no problem at all," Shen Yibai was trying to hold back his laughter, but he broke it when he looked at Wei Xinglu, "No, I still can't help thinking that they are going in circles...hahaha."

"Puff...hahahaha..." Wei Xinglu started slamming the table and laughing again.

The little devil looked at them laughing with a dark face, clenching his fists again and again, and finally sat down under He Zheng's cowardly eyes, snorting, "It's all jealousy, jealous that I can write a famous poem like Li Bai."

Zong Wenxiu raised his eyebrows, especially surprised by his reaction.

According to his brother's personality, he should have jumped up and had a fight with someone at this moment, but he didn't. His brother turned around and talked to his aunt and Master Pan to discuss the problem of this poem.

Zong Wenxiu sighed again: My brother has grown up so fast.

When we first met, he would get angry at the slightest thing, then he would get angry after a while, and now he doesn't get angry at all, his emotions are becoming more and more stable, and his heart is becoming stronger and stronger.