Two people walked back to the desk hand in hand.

Xiao Fugua bit Honghui's ears, and the little guy whispered to reveal the truth: "Brother, baby can't do it!" What should I do!

The pussy is pretending to be 100%, but the most important thing is that he doesn’t have any real stuff!

Although they don’t know how to write poetry, all the produced by the ten old companies are self-aware.

This is to be replaced by the old ninth and the tenth brothers when I was a child. The nineteenth brothers looked like they were!

But if it were the little adult Honghui, he was very disappointed. He listened carefully and nodded slightly: "I think the poem you made is pretty good."

This guy is also a slutty guy, pretending to be the same as the real one, and he wrote four sentences, chanting while writing, and looking at Xiao Fugua.

Xiao Fugua nodded, and the two of them got together so seriously.

Honghui is sick all year round and does not hire a teacher. He is taught by the Four Concubines.

But who is the Four Concubines? That is also a god-level existence.

Although the four lines of poetry written by Xiao Honghui are ordinary, everyone can automatically substitute the three-year-old Xiao Fugua... That's amazing, you must give high scores!

Although Xiao Shiliu thought that this poem could not compare to himself, he was three years old, so he was convinced.

Anyway, he couldn't write this when he was three years old.

Master Kangxi took this poem and felt more and more laughing when he read it.

These little things are really interesting.

However, being able to show the ministers how smart the next generation is, and how old the three children who are competing with poetry is a kind of honor in itself.

The ministers are so smart. Seeing Mr. Kangxi's expression, he quickly stepped forward and praised him.

The children were so happy that they praised them.

Mr. Kangxi was also happy and almost forgot all the unhappiness that happened during this period.

The third prince Chengyin was so angry that no matter how good his poems were, he could not surpass everyone's attention to the children.

That poem is really not of the level of white hair floating in green water, so no one praises Xiao Fugua's talent, but at least, he is an extremely smart child, and is recognized by everyone.

As a member of the royal family, he acts, behaves, etiquette and adapts to changes, which are much better than poetry.

Afterwards, Wu Sidao wrote a bunch of poems that suited the situation according to Lao Shi's temperament. His level was not high, but it was definitely enough for him to deal with various propositions and compositions without showing any timidity. He could not reply and let his master lose face when he went out!

He didn't need to use his brain to write a small book in three or five days to give it to Prince Dun, and asked Prince Dun to go back and recite it politely.

In short, Prince Dun did not make a fortune by making a fortune through poetry. Plagiarism would not cause any taint reputation, but just deal with the situation. He accepted it happily.

Otherwise, he would lose his influence in front of his son next time, and he would not be able to afford to lose his face.

After he accepted it, he threw the poem to Yuan Wense: "You recite this, and use it next time if you need it."

Yuan Wense knew where it came from at a glance. Gao Gui and Yan hummed: "I can't use this thing, I can do it myself!"

The Eleventh Old spread his hands and said, "I'm lazy!"

If you like memorizing this thing, you still need Wu Sidao! Where can I buy these sour poems and essays that are sour and sour.

Yuan Wense thought that this was a personal preference, and he really couldn't force it: "Then, when I asked the girl to massage the master, read it a few more times, and I'll sleep there and listen. I can be familiar with it, and I can see how it is."

"Then, for you, just do this." Lao Shi just likes Yuan Wense's considerate spirit. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!