I traveled to ancient times and wanted to be a mother. I made a fortune by relying on chicken babies
Chapter 254 Reciting Poems
After dinner, Zhao Yang asked Lin Qingchen to go to class and she could walk around casually.
Because there was no rule saying that a scholar could not walk in the academy, Lin Qingchen allowed her to walk there with confidence.
The scenery in the academy is picturesque. Zhao Yang walked around and felt a bit like an outing.
It is already winter, but there are still many colors in the academy, which makes Zhao Yang look very fresh.
"wait."
Suddenly someone called Zhao Yang from behind, and Zhao Yang stopped.
Looking back, I look like a little book boy.
"What's matter?"
"You are the book boy of Mr. Lin's family, why are you different from the previous one?"
"It's been replaced."
Zhao Yang didn't really want to go with anyone, mainly because the person in front of him looked very noisy.
She still prefers quiet people.
"What's your name?"
"Zhao Yang."
"You don't look very happy."
Zhao Yang was unhappy, mainly because he didn't want to talk to this person.
"Did you come to me for something? If there is nothing, I would rather walk alone."
The little book boy saw that Zhao Yang did not welcome her, but still pursued her.
"Everyone is there to listen to the class, why don't you go?"
Zhao Yang replied, "I have listened to too many classes. Now that I have finally grown up, who needs to listen to classes?"
The little book boy was dumbfounded, "You, have you attended the class?"
Only then did Zhao Yang realize that it was not in modern times.
She is a little book girl and doesn't look like she can attend classes.
"Ah, my young master told me this, so I don't like to hear it."
"But these are all great scholars in the capital."
Zhao Yang didn't take it seriously, "So what? What does it have to do with me? I don't want to take the exam to gain fame. Anyone who wants to take the exam can just study."
"You are really special. You are different from other book boys I have met."
Zhao Yang saw that he was a little disappointed and a little confused.
She is not a real book girl, so she doesn't want to listen to the class. So what is this book girl about?
"What's your name? Who is your son? Why don't you go to the class?"
"My name is Lin Du, and my young master's name is Zhao Xuanyi. I, I also wanted to attend the class, but the young master found me annoying, so he drove me away."
"Well, why do I find you annoying?"
"Because I have a lot of questions that I don't understand, so I want to ask the young master, but the young master is unwilling to give me answers. He also says that I am talking about dreams. He asked me to find a place to take a walk without disturbing him."
"So it is."
Lin Dou loves to learn. It is a good habit to ask questions when you don't understand. However, asking questions regardless of the occasion is indeed annoying.
The most important thing is that there is a strong sense of class here.
Everyone is interested in the rich and distinguished young master. No one cares about a little book boy like him.
"Then do you still want to continue studying?"
"think."
"How about I teach you something else."
Zhao Yang is not only good at medical skills, he was also very good at studying back then.
"Look at these poems, but they were all composed by ancient people."
Zhao Yang wrote several poems by Li Bai and Du Fu eloquently. There is no Li Bai and Du Fu in this era. The little book boy knows how to read poems, and his eyes widened after reading them for a few times.
"Who wrote this?"
"He is the great poet Li Bai and the great poet Du Fu."
Of course Lin Du didn't know who Li Bai was, nor did he know who Du Fu was.
But when I took a closer look at the poem in my hand, my eyes lit up.
This is so well written, I don’t know how many times better than what his master wrote. Even these great Confucians seem to be unable to write such good verses.
"But, I have never heard of Li Bai and Du Fu."
"If you haven't heard of it, you haven't heard of it. They wrote it anyway."
Zhao Yang didn't intend to be someone who took credit from others, but he just saw that the boy was thirsty for knowledge, so he wrote it to him.
As for how much he can appreciate it, it depends on his own destiny.
"Wait a minute, Zhao Yang, didn't you write this yourself?"
Lin Du feels that he is a smart person, so he has always been very self-righteous.
Seeing that Zhao Yang didn't speak, he was convinced of this.
"No wonder you don't go to the class, because you are already very capable. Is your young master restraining you and not letting you shine in front of everyone?"
"Ah, I really didn't write it."
Zhao Yang felt that there was a big misunderstanding.
"Young Master Zhao, you are a capable person. If you show such a great talent, it will be appreciated and praised by everyone. Why should you hide it?"
"Because I didn't write these at all. How could I hide them?"
Zhao Yang is not the kind of shameless time-traveling girl. The main reason is that she doesn't need to prove herself with ancient poems.
She already has a golden finger, isn’t that enough?
Is it possible to bloom everywhere, plant grass everywhere, and be praised by everyone?
This is not what Zhao Yang wants. What she wants is to get rich and live a good life.
It is enough for the family to be reunited and safe.
"Young Master Zhao, it seems that your life is not easy."
Lin Du was so distressed that he began to cry, as if thinking of his own tragic experience.
Zhao Yang immediately regretted that she shouldn't have been so kind and wrote some poems by Li Bai and Du Fu to this young master, just listening to his complaints was enough.
This man has some mental quirks, maybe it's not that his son can't tolerate him, but it's just that he doesn't know how to restrain himself.
"Wait, wait, wait, I don't have time to tell you this. I took these poems."
Zhao Yang was afraid that there would be any trouble if he stayed.
When he arrived at Lin Qingchen's side, there happened to be a small poetry gathering with several people gathered around.
After Zhao Yang heard Lin Qingchen's poem, he immediately thought it was very good.
When it was one person's turn, Lin Du suddenly ran out.
Zhao Yang suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Wait a minute, I have a poem here that is enough to shock you all. The poet is a young man here."
Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows. Does this person have a good memory? He wrote down the poem he just wrote so quickly?
Lin Qingchen noticed that something was wrong with Zhao Yang's mood and asked her with his eyes.
Zhao Yang had no choice but to look at Lin Du talking shamelessly.
"Killing a person in ten steps, you won't stay for a thousand miles. When it's done, brush off your clothes and hide your achievements and fame."
As soon as a few lines of poetry came out, murderous intent filled the air.
Lin Qingchen frowned.
"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently."
Lin Qingchen's frown deepened.
Zhao Yang held his forehead and didn't want to look at Lin Du at all.
The expressions of everyone present changed, and even the gentleman next to him was dumbfounded.
Who wrote this? It’s so well written.
The two poems are completely different in style, but each has its own uniqueness.
Well written!
"Who wrote this?" Lindu's owner couldn't help it.
Why is his book boy trying to steal the limelight? Why not let him use such a good poem?
Lin Du sneered, but looked at Zhao Yang.
"It was written by Master Zhao Yangzhao."
Zhao Yang didn't want to raise her head anymore. She felt sorry for Li Bai and Du Fu.
Because there was no rule saying that a scholar could not walk in the academy, Lin Qingchen allowed her to walk there with confidence.
The scenery in the academy is picturesque. Zhao Yang walked around and felt a bit like an outing.
It is already winter, but there are still many colors in the academy, which makes Zhao Yang look very fresh.
"wait."
Suddenly someone called Zhao Yang from behind, and Zhao Yang stopped.
Looking back, I look like a little book boy.
"What's matter?"
"You are the book boy of Mr. Lin's family, why are you different from the previous one?"
"It's been replaced."
Zhao Yang didn't really want to go with anyone, mainly because the person in front of him looked very noisy.
She still prefers quiet people.
"What's your name?"
"Zhao Yang."
"You don't look very happy."
Zhao Yang was unhappy, mainly because he didn't want to talk to this person.
"Did you come to me for something? If there is nothing, I would rather walk alone."
The little book boy saw that Zhao Yang did not welcome her, but still pursued her.
"Everyone is there to listen to the class, why don't you go?"
Zhao Yang replied, "I have listened to too many classes. Now that I have finally grown up, who needs to listen to classes?"
The little book boy was dumbfounded, "You, have you attended the class?"
Only then did Zhao Yang realize that it was not in modern times.
She is a little book girl and doesn't look like she can attend classes.
"Ah, my young master told me this, so I don't like to hear it."
"But these are all great scholars in the capital."
Zhao Yang didn't take it seriously, "So what? What does it have to do with me? I don't want to take the exam to gain fame. Anyone who wants to take the exam can just study."
"You are really special. You are different from other book boys I have met."
Zhao Yang saw that he was a little disappointed and a little confused.
She is not a real book girl, so she doesn't want to listen to the class. So what is this book girl about?
"What's your name? Who is your son? Why don't you go to the class?"
"My name is Lin Du, and my young master's name is Zhao Xuanyi. I, I also wanted to attend the class, but the young master found me annoying, so he drove me away."
"Well, why do I find you annoying?"
"Because I have a lot of questions that I don't understand, so I want to ask the young master, but the young master is unwilling to give me answers. He also says that I am talking about dreams. He asked me to find a place to take a walk without disturbing him."
"So it is."
Lin Dou loves to learn. It is a good habit to ask questions when you don't understand. However, asking questions regardless of the occasion is indeed annoying.
The most important thing is that there is a strong sense of class here.
Everyone is interested in the rich and distinguished young master. No one cares about a little book boy like him.
"Then do you still want to continue studying?"
"think."
"How about I teach you something else."
Zhao Yang is not only good at medical skills, he was also very good at studying back then.
"Look at these poems, but they were all composed by ancient people."
Zhao Yang wrote several poems by Li Bai and Du Fu eloquently. There is no Li Bai and Du Fu in this era. The little book boy knows how to read poems, and his eyes widened after reading them for a few times.
"Who wrote this?"
"He is the great poet Li Bai and the great poet Du Fu."
Of course Lin Du didn't know who Li Bai was, nor did he know who Du Fu was.
But when I took a closer look at the poem in my hand, my eyes lit up.
This is so well written, I don’t know how many times better than what his master wrote. Even these great Confucians seem to be unable to write such good verses.
"But, I have never heard of Li Bai and Du Fu."
"If you haven't heard of it, you haven't heard of it. They wrote it anyway."
Zhao Yang didn't intend to be someone who took credit from others, but he just saw that the boy was thirsty for knowledge, so he wrote it to him.
As for how much he can appreciate it, it depends on his own destiny.
"Wait a minute, Zhao Yang, didn't you write this yourself?"
Lin Du feels that he is a smart person, so he has always been very self-righteous.
Seeing that Zhao Yang didn't speak, he was convinced of this.
"No wonder you don't go to the class, because you are already very capable. Is your young master restraining you and not letting you shine in front of everyone?"
"Ah, I really didn't write it."
Zhao Yang felt that there was a big misunderstanding.
"Young Master Zhao, you are a capable person. If you show such a great talent, it will be appreciated and praised by everyone. Why should you hide it?"
"Because I didn't write these at all. How could I hide them?"
Zhao Yang is not the kind of shameless time-traveling girl. The main reason is that she doesn't need to prove herself with ancient poems.
She already has a golden finger, isn’t that enough?
Is it possible to bloom everywhere, plant grass everywhere, and be praised by everyone?
This is not what Zhao Yang wants. What she wants is to get rich and live a good life.
It is enough for the family to be reunited and safe.
"Young Master Zhao, it seems that your life is not easy."
Lin Du was so distressed that he began to cry, as if thinking of his own tragic experience.
Zhao Yang immediately regretted that she shouldn't have been so kind and wrote some poems by Li Bai and Du Fu to this young master, just listening to his complaints was enough.
This man has some mental quirks, maybe it's not that his son can't tolerate him, but it's just that he doesn't know how to restrain himself.
"Wait, wait, wait, I don't have time to tell you this. I took these poems."
Zhao Yang was afraid that there would be any trouble if he stayed.
When he arrived at Lin Qingchen's side, there happened to be a small poetry gathering with several people gathered around.
After Zhao Yang heard Lin Qingchen's poem, he immediately thought it was very good.
When it was one person's turn, Lin Du suddenly ran out.
Zhao Yang suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Wait a minute, I have a poem here that is enough to shock you all. The poet is a young man here."
Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows. Does this person have a good memory? He wrote down the poem he just wrote so quickly?
Lin Qingchen noticed that something was wrong with Zhao Yang's mood and asked her with his eyes.
Zhao Yang had no choice but to look at Lin Du talking shamelessly.
"Killing a person in ten steps, you won't stay for a thousand miles. When it's done, brush off your clothes and hide your achievements and fame."
As soon as a few lines of poetry came out, murderous intent filled the air.
Lin Qingchen frowned.
"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently."
Lin Qingchen's frown deepened.
Zhao Yang held his forehead and didn't want to look at Lin Du at all.
The expressions of everyone present changed, and even the gentleman next to him was dumbfounded.
Who wrote this? It’s so well written.
The two poems are completely different in style, but each has its own uniqueness.
Well written!
"Who wrote this?" Lindu's owner couldn't help it.
Why is his book boy trying to steal the limelight? Why not let him use such a good poem?
Lin Du sneered, but looked at Zhao Yang.
"It was written by Master Zhao Yangzhao."
Zhao Yang didn't want to raise her head anymore. She felt sorry for Li Bai and Du Fu.
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