Chapter 313 Jin Cheng's Poem

Shen Yibai gritted his teeth and said, "Jincheng, don't be too proud. I am only the last in the Boy's Test, but that doesn't mean I will be the last in the Autumn Test. The Autumn Test will test policy essays, and my policy essays are unmatched in the world!!"

Zong Jincheng chuckled and said, "Who in our key class has a bad policy paper? Hurry up and improve your poetry, it's terrible."

Shen Yibai was happy when he heard this: "Haha, that's better than yours. Your poetry is the worst."

Zong Jincheng: “…”

He clenched his fists, swallowed the sarcasm, and said to Pan Hongzhi, "Master Pan, you see, this requires you, the number one poet, to step up."

Pan Hongzhi: “…”

But ever since I taught you to be ranked last, I am not very confident anymore.

But after being comforted by the little devil in various ways, Pan Hongzhi no longer insisted on walking, and lowered his head to continue talking about the problem of the poem: "It should also be poetic and have a story, rather than just bragging about yourself from beginning to end, which is very empty."

The little devil was immersed in the poem and soon entered the learning state. He subconsciously began to ask: "How can Li Bai be so boastful? He wrote the famous line 'I laughed out loud at the sky and went out, how can I be a weed man', which has been passed down through the ages."

Pan Hongzhi rolled his eyes at him and said, "What about the first two lines, 'The foolish woman of Kuaiji bought my minister lightly, and I also left my home and went west to Qin'. First there is the counterattack of the little people, and then the emotions begin to erupt."

"Oh..." the little devil responded, "Then I'll play a new poem for you."

Pan Hongzhi: “…”

The master, who was the best poet, fell to the ground immediately.

Anyway, you just have to brag. You can't write poetry without bragging, right?

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

Pan Hongzhi told her everything that had just happened.

Xu Wan nodded and consoled him, "Jin Cheng is right. Master Pan should just focus on teaching him. Don't worry about the Duke of Huguo."

Pan Hongzhi bowed repeatedly to express his gratitude.

Xu Wan asked with a smile: "Master Pan, how is Jincheng's poetry progressing? I just saw that he has returned to study and is very energetic."

Pan Hongzhi said with a sad face, "Alas, Master Cheng is indeed the smartest child I have ever met, but his poetry is too personal... It is difficult for me to guide him. I am ashamed, ashamed."

"Are you still bragging about yourself?" Xu Wan asked with amusement.

"Yeah..." Pan Hongzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I've never seen such a confident child in my life. The problem is, he's not perfect, but he can only remember the good and not the bad. His thinking is simply invincible, and he never doubts himself."

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

Pan Hongzhi continued with a headache: "Just now he used Li Bai as an example to explain why Li Bai could play the flute but he couldn'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 personality is properly guided, he might really be able to write with some of Li Bai's charm."

"Ah?" Pan Hongzhi was confused.

Xu Wan arranged: "Master Pan, please study Li Bai recently. Let the bookboys find all of Li Bai's poems, summarize the rules of Li Bai's poetry writing, and then find out his routines and let Jin Cheng learn from them."

Pan Hongzhi: “???”

Is this to let Jincheng... just learn from one family's strengths and give full play to his own advantages?

It sounds like...it seems to make sense.

Pan Hongzhi immediately responded: "Yes, Madam, I will go back and prepare, and ensure that the task is completed as soon as possible!"

In the large study.

The little devil had already finished writing a new poem. Pan Hongzhi took a look at it and his eyes went dark.

He handed it to Xu Wan with shaking hands.

When Zong Jincheng saw her coming, he immediately said excitedly: "Mom, you are here, haha, come and see my new poem, is it in the style of Li Bai?"

Li Bai's style?

The others pricked up their ears.

Xu Wan took it, looked at it and said, "Not bad, it has some story to tell, which is a big improvement."

In the past, she didn't praise the little devil much because she was afraid that he would be too arrogant, but now the kid is very clear about his own strength and will not be easily influenced.

Xu Wan's exaggeration stunned everyone else, and they all came over to take a look.

"Quick, quick, check what Jincheng wrote. Auntie actually praised him."

"Let me see first."

"Read it aloud, read it aloud, and let everyone listen together."

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

"The former dandy is now strong and powerful, and his hard work and diligent practice have made him wise."

“Even if there is a thousand miles of prosperity, it is not as bright as my wisdom.”

"puff……"

Zong Wenxiu spat out a mouthful of tea.

He covered his forehead with one hand and wanted to disappear right there. The poem his brother wrote... He felt embarrassed for his brother.

"Hahahahahahaha..." A burst of laughter broke out in the study.

Wei Xinglu slapped his thigh and laughed wildly: "Jincheng, every time you write poetry you are just praising yourself, aren't you tired?"

Shen Yibai laughed so hard that tears came out. He wiped his tears and said, "The streets of thousands of feet are not as smart as you. Is that what you mean? Hahahaha... Then how smart is Qin Ye? Can he go back and forth three or four times on the streets of thousands of feet?"

"Hahahaha..." He Zheng was amused. He simply couldn't bear to think about that circular scene.

Wei Xinglu is a person who dares to say: "Isn't the sense of picture here? Xiaobai, it's you who made a good comment on Jincheng's words."

Shen Yibai high-fived him, thinking that his good brother understood him so well.

The little devil was so angry that veins on his forehead were throbbing. He slammed the table and yelled, "What on earth 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 about 3,000 feet. What's wrong with me writing about 10,000 feet?"

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

“Pfft…hahahaha…” Wei Xinglu started clapping his hands on the table and laughing again.

The little devil looked at them with a dark face and laughed. He clenched his fists again and again. Finally, he sat down under He Zheng's sad eyes and snorted, "It's all jealousy. They are jealous that I can write a famous poem like Li Bai."

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

According to my brother's personality, he should have jumped up and started a fight with someone at this moment, but he didn't. Instead, he turned around and talked to my aunt and Master Pan, discussing the problem with this poem.

Zong Wenxiu sighed once again: My younger brother is growing so fast.

I was easily excited when we first met, then it took a while for me to get excited later, and now I am not excited at all. My emotions are becoming more and more stable, and I am getting stronger inside.