"Master, you are getting up later and later."

Wang Xiao opened his eyes and saw Ying'er's bright and pure eyes.

"Will Ying'er take me out today?"

"No way." Ying'er smiled.

She looks very pretty when she smiles.

The morning sunlight shines through the window paper, making the room bright and clean.

"Then I won't get up and sleep for a while."

"No, the eldest young master sent someone to find the young master again." Ying'er said.

"Brother?" Wang Xiao had to get up.

"Yes, the eldest young master asked Tan Xiang to come and wait for him early in the morning." Ying'er twisted the towel and wiped Wang Xiao's face.

Wang Xiao began to look forward to returning the one hundred taels to him.

After Ying'er combed his hair and put on his clothes, Wang Xiao said, "Then I'm leaving."

"Master." Ying'er lowered her head and whispered, "Ying'er is wearing the hairpin you bought yesterday."

Wang Xiao couldn't help but grin.

Tang Qianqian said that she is a money addict and feels really anxious about not having money to spend.

But spending money where it's worth spending can indeed make people feel good...

When Wang Xiao yawned and walked into Tao Ranju, Wang Zhen was writing something on the paper.

The two brothers greeted each other, and Wang Zhen first asked: "Xiao'er, did you say yesterday that Zhang Heng 'urinated in the lotus pond by himself' or 'fell in the lotus pond by himself'?"

"Xiao'er don't remember."

Wang Zhen was speechless for a moment.

It doesn't seem to matter which word it is.

Yesterday, Zhang Heng kept denying it after he woke up, and Fan Xueqi was also very kind, claiming that what Wang Xiao said was "he fell into the lotus pond by himself."

But everyone's opinions are so valuable that Zhang Heng can no longer argue.

Including Wang Zhen himself, he did not intend to miss the afternoon poetry meeting. It really made him feel comfortable to hear people slander the arrogant new scholar.

Wang Xiao looked at Wang Zhen's brooding look and thought to himself: "Brother, you called me here just for this, right? It's time to return my one hundred taels of silver to me."

He stared at Wang Zhen for a while, only to see Wang Zhen say as expected: "That's right..."

By the way, one hundred taels?

"...I plan to teach you the lessons myself. From now on, you can come to Big Brother every day."

Wang Xiao was shocked.

I was shocked and angry! I even lost a sentence in English.

"What the hell?!"

I am a demented child, do I still have homework?

Wang Zhen was slightly surprised and said: "Xiao'er, what did you just say?"

"I didn't say anything," Wang Xiao puffed up his cheeks and said, "Xiao'er doesn't want to study."

Wang Zhendao: "If a gentleman is knowledgeable and examines himself every day, he will know clearly and act without fault. How can a person not study?"

"But Xiao'er is a dementia!"

After hearing the words, Wang Zhen's face suddenly darkened, and she said displeasedly: "Who said this to you?"

Wang Xiao was stunned for a moment.

"Miqu!" Wang Zhen said coldly: "Go ahead and tell me, if I hear any blind person in the house who dares to whisper about the third young master, he will be dragged directly to my yard and beaten."

These words sounded overbearing, but Wang Xiao disagreed with them.

The servants in the mansion didn't say much about his dementia, but Wang Kang, Cui, and Wang Bao did.

If Wang Zhen could beat Wang Kang, she would be convinced.

So when Wang Zhen asked again, "Who told you this?" Wang Xiao replied rather bachelorly: "Dad said it."

Wang Zhen: "..."

After being stunned for a while, he stroked his forehead and said, "Daddy lied to you."

"Fourth brother also said so."

Wang Zhen frowned and said, "I told you before, ignore him."

"The person who peed yesterday also said so."

Wang Zhen's face became angry.

Zhang Heng?

This kid has always been a bit pretentious, and he is indeed someone who can say such things.

"Don't listen to him, he is stupid because of reading." Wang Zhen said.

Wang laughed and said: "If you can read a book, you will be stupid. Then Xiao'er will stop reading."

Wang Zhen: "..."

"Xiao'er, after you get married, you can no longer live in the house." Wang Zhen said: "If you don't have poems and books by your side in the future, you will inevitably be looked down upon by others."

Brother, what you say makes no sense!

All things in the world, money is the way to go. It is only right for you to return my one hundred taels to me as soon as possible. I hire two guards for six taels of silver a month. Who dares to give me a cold look?

"Xiao'er has poems and books, so he is not afraid of being looked down upon by others." Wang said with a smile.

Wang Zhen suddenly smiled, changed her subject and said, "Yesterday we recited poems in the carriage, do you still remember?"

"Remember."

"It's good that you can memorize "Huanxisha". Do you remember that song "Jiangchengzi"?"

Wang smiled and said: "Which song "Jiang Chengzi"?"

Wang Zhendao: "Big brother only taught you to memorize one song."

Wang Xiao closed his mouth and said nothing.

Wang Zhen had no choice but to say: "Then let's make a bet. If Xiao'er can recite it, the eldest brother will admit that Xiao'er has poems and books in his belly."

Wang Xiao complained in his heart that it was boring, big brother. Even if he held a poetry meeting outside, he still wanted to hold a poetry meeting with me at home.

He had no choice but to test: "Ten years of life and death?"

Wang Zhen shook her head.

Wang Xiao had no choice but to test again: "Is this why I'm so crazy about being a teenager?"

Wang Zhen narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "What's next?"

"Leading the yellow on the left, holding the blue on the right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, and riding thousands of horses on a rolling hill. In order to report the fall of the city, I followed the prefect, shot the tiger myself, and watched Sun Lang."

Wang Xiao was quite dissatisfied. This eldest brother could not reach the level of junior high school Chinese after taking many exams. Who is so rare?

Wang Zhen asked again: "What's behind?"

Wang Xiao hesitated for a moment and said: "I'm drunk, my chest is still open, and there's a little frost on my temples, so what's the problem! When will Feng Tang be dispatched in the clouds of Zhijie? He will draw the eagle's bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf."

How about it? A five-year-old child still has a very good memory, right?

Wang Zhen took a deep breath, wrote down the words on the paper, and asked: "How did you fill in this word?"

Wang Xiao rolled his eyes and thought to himself: "Ask me, who should I ask?"

What is the name of this poem? "Jiang Chengzi·Going Hunting in Mizhou".

"Mr. Dongpo filled it out when he was in Mizhou." Wang laughed and said, "Xiaoer has poetry books, so there is no need to read anymore."

Wang Zhen asked again: "How did you fill in "Huanxisha" yesterday?"

Wang Xiao frowned.

This eldest brother is indeed a nerd.

He had no choice but to recall it. In his memory, his beautiful former Chinese teacher said in a pleasant tone: "This poem was written by Su Shi after the "Wutai Poetry Case", which reflects the author's optimistic spirit in adversity.

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"Mr. Dongpo, Wutai Poetry Case." Wang said with a smile.

Mr. Dongpo? Wutai Poetry Case?

Wang Zhen looked at Wang Xiao again intently.

The ink on the paper has not yet dried, and Wang Zhen's handwriting is excellent, with iron strokes and silver hooks that penetrate the back of the paper.

"The wine is intoxicating and the chest is still open" is a good word and even better phrases.

Wang Zhen took out another piece of paper from her arms.

There is a small word written on the paper: "Huanxi sand, orchid buds at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream..."

This is what he silently said yesterday.

When Fan Xueqi saw this poem, he was a little surprised and said: "Brother Wang, you actually wrote such a good poem!"

Wang Zhen said blankly: "Brother Fan has never seen this poem?"

"Brother Wang, don't be joking. If such a poem had existed before, it would have been handed down to the world long ago." Fan Xueqi said loudly, "Everyone, come here and take a look. Brother Wang has written a poem that will be handed down from generation to generation."

Thinking back to yesterday's scene, Wang Zhen still felt unbelievable.
Chapter completed!