Rescue System: Fleeing Host, calm down

Seeing his students praising others, Gui Lianxu felt sour in his heart, "It's just so-so!"

"Can Master make a better poem?"

"Of course!" After Gui Lianxu finished speaking, he saw Cheng Jia blinking his big eyes and looking at him with confusion. He coughed and explained: "When writing poetry, you need to pay attention to artistic conception and inspiration. How can you say that you can write immediately?

It will work.”

"But isn't this the big brother?" Cheng Jia pointed at Xu Zhilin with a look of doubt on his face, as if to say: No, Master, you are not as good as a big brother at your age.

Cough cough cough!

Now Gui Lianxu couldn't hold himself any longer.

I was just about to teach a naughty child, but how could I slap my wife in the face in front of outsiders?

Yang Fan and Xu Zhilin opposite had also turned their heads early, thinking that the other party was a teacher. After listening to the child's words, they were afraid of losing face. Xu Zhilin was just about to explain that writing poetry is indeed not easy and requires a clear mind.

Inspiration surged, and he just happened to be touched by the scene just now.

I heard the little boy say seriously, "But my sister can write poems!"

The two people who were hit "."

As if the little guy still disliked the fact that the two of them were not beaten enough, he continued: "My sister can not only write poems, but she can also write poems."

Gui Lianxu was still dubious before, but now he was convinced that the little guy was bragging.

If you are lucky enough to be able to write a poem out of mouth, it is already a big deal, but then the difficulty level of poetry solitaire will not rise by one or two steps.

Xu Zhilin, who was opposite, was very surprised. The little boy was talking about his sister, maybe a woman. Even the noble ladies in Kyoto might not be able to write poems out of their mouths. How could he also write poems?

He also began to suspect that the little boy was bragging or was being deceived by his sister.

Seeing the Master's dark expression, Cheng Jia guessed that the Master might suspect him of lying, so he hurriedly defended: "Really, if you don't believe me, I will recite it to you."

Saying this, he started without waiting for Master's reaction.

Just listen to the clear and loud voice, ringing in the hazy sky:

"The grass on the Lili plain dries up and flourishes every year. The wild fire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows.

He was born as a hero, but died as a ghost. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River.

The east wind fills the sky and the earth, and the family is poor and has no spring. The flowers are falling under the salary, and the words of the swallows are like mocking others.

Everyone suffers from the heat, but I love the long summer. The fragrant wind comes from the south, making the palace and pavilion slightly cool.

The sound of the flute on a cool autumn night is 90% charming. When it is high-pitched, it is generous, but when it is melodious, it may be desolate..."

As Cheng Jia recited, the two of them were horrified. This was really a poem.

Moreover, each poem has its own unique charm. They have never heard similar sentences before, so there is no possibility of stealing other people's poems.

Savoring the meaning of the poem carefully, both of them fell into obsession.

Cheng Xiaoyuan in the tent listened carefully with pointed ears, "How did I hear my little brother's voice?"

Of course Cheng Xiaoxiao heard it. Her hearing is several times higher than that of ordinary humans. She said so loudly that "Li Liyuan is on the grass. Every year she grows old." She was able to recite the poem when she was a few years old. How could she forget something that was engraved in her bones?

"Indeed." It can't be that I'm showing off my literary talent!

Seeing that the host realized that he had been tricked, the system laughed happily, "That's right host, your brother sold you and said that you can write poems out of your mouth. Not only can you write poems out of your mouth, but you can also write poems and so on. That's how you sound, and you have a little tail."

My words have reached the sky."

Cheng Xiaoxiao holds his forehead, one misstep will lead to eternal regret!

On the way to escape, it was inevitable that she would get bored, so Cheng Xiaoxiao taught a few little ones to play idiom solitaire. Later, for some reason, the words turned into poetry solitaire.

The kid has such a good memory.

She is not a poet or a great Confucian who can write such classic poems. It is the cultural heritage accumulated by wise men from ancient times to the present for thousands of years, and it is not a poem that can be written overnight.

The pot was too big for a brick mover like her to carry.

He put down what he was doing, handed it to Xiaoyuan, and hurriedly left the tent.

As soon as she saw the person coming, Cheng Jia ran over happily, "Sister, my aunt asked me to come and feed you."

At this moment, the little guy thought of business and ran away without caring about the people behind him. How shocked he was.

"Be a hero in life, and be a hero in death! Good poem, good poem." Xu Zhilin murmured to himself, deeply impressed by the heroic spirit in this poem. Such a good poem, I didn't expect it to be written by a girl.

His hands are truly unparalleled.

Cheng Xiaoxiao rubbed his nose and said, "Um, this big brother, this poem was not written by me, there was someone else, someone else!"

"But Sister, at that time you said that you improvised it!" Cheng Jia looked puzzled. Sister is so powerful, why would she deny it?

Cheng Xiaoxiao was embarrassed by his younger brother, when he heard the man ask, "If it wasn't written by a girl, then who is the master of the poem?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao was startled, who?

Can she say there are many poets? The poets who wrote the poems are not from the same dynasty, and their styles are different. How can she explain?

In fact, if she said they were all created by herself, then there would be no need to explain, but this would lead to more problems and bigger loopholes. For many catchy ancient poems, she only knew the general meaning, the artistic conception of the creation, the background at the time, and the meaning of the sentence.

Certain words alluded to the various forms of living beings that were returned to the teacher, and she couldn't even explain them.

The simple people in Qingshan Village may believe that he is a fairy professor, but they don't understand anyway, but these scholars who specialize in academics are not so easy to fool.

So if you tell a lie, you have to fill it with countless lies. It's not a bottomless pit.

"I just saw it in an ancient book. As for which master it is, the master didn't leave a name, so I don't know." Cheng Xiaoxiao explained reluctantly.

"Then may I ask the girl which ancient book it is from?"

Is "this" another random book title? The last time I was caught in a pigtail by my second brother is still fresh in my mind, and I suddenly feel guilty for no reason.

Seeing that the other party was hesitant to speak and couldn't explain why, everyone became more convinced of their thoughts. Children can't lie. The little girl must not want to be high-profile and deliberately hide her clumsiness.

Before Cheng Xiaoxiao could think about it, he heard the person opposite say: "I know, the girl is hiding in the city, I admire her."

??

What is hidden in the city?

Gui Lianxu: "Smelly girl, you usually don't show off your appearance, but you hide it deep enough!"

"I'm not"

"No need to explain. Now that the words are here, let's go back and practice calligraphy." He said and looked at Cheng Jia, "Let's go!" He didn't want to stay here and be beaten. He should go back and give more homework. That's what a master should do.

thing.

Cheng Jia, who still didn't know that he was going to be unlucky, said sweetly, "Okay Master Gui."

Then he raised his head and let go of his tightly grasped arms, "Sister, please hurry up, the porridge will get cold and won't taste good after a while."

As he said that, he jumped up and down and followed Gui Lianxu away.

Just leave someone messy in the morning snow.