Aunt Xue asked with a smile: "Then have your third uncle written it?"

Jia Mu said boredly: "If I didn't write it, how could there be a lottery? It's just a good poem and lyrics..."

Jia Lan was a little anxious and said, "More than that, after hearing the lyrics written by Uncle San, those old men burst into tears at that time and wrote a few poems about autumn sorrow, but they were not as good as Uncle San."

Jia Mu said disbelief: "They were officials and had been doing their own knowledge for life, but they could not compare to your third uncle?"

Jia Lanzheng pointed out: "There are naturally much stronger in classical knowledge, but poetry is not as good as that of the poems. Because I saw that the old men were crying and couldn't figure it out, I asked the third uncle. The third uncle thought about it and wrote another poem. Then the old men forgot to cry and shouted loudly. They liked it very much!" The word made him cry, and the word turned around and made him laugh again. How could he compare it?

Jia Mu: “…”

Seeing that Jia's language was stagnant, Yuanyang hurriedly winked at Li Wan.

After seeing this, Li Wan said to Jia Lan: "Okay, okay, let's go back first with you Uncle Huan San, and I will go to East Road Institute to study for a good student tomorrow."

After Jia Lan responded, she left Rongqingtang with the Transparent Jia Huan who was almost bored.

But the two of them had just left the house and were called away again. Jia Lan looked back and saw a large number of aunts appearing in Rongqing Hall, and their eyes were lit up and hurriedly surrounding him...

Little Jialan was obviously frightened. Obviously, these aunts were "not kind to come"!
Chapter completed!