I took the imperial examination in the red building

If you ask me to recite it, I will recite it. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me?

A group of children are choked up, why doesn't this girl play cards according to the routine?

One of them jumped up: "Then how do you prove that you can memorize a lot of books?"

Lin Huan was very strange: "Why should I prove to you that I have read a lot of books? My husband said that books are read for myself, not for you."

The child who had just spoken had nothing to say.

Yu Zhi said triumphantly, "Huanbao is right! Your family has a profitable business, why don't you give us a few taels of silver to prove that your family has made a lot of money?"

"Why should I use my family's money for you? My father won't even use it for me!"

Lin Huan had a pitiful expression on his face: "You don't want to spend your father's money? It's too miserable. My father just told me two days ago that all the money in the family is mine, let me spend it as I like."

The talking child flushed with anger.

Lin Huan tut tut: "Then you've said it all, and if you don't want to give us money, then I won't endorse you either. It's even!"

[Sweetheart: I wonder when Huanbao's father said that all the money in the family is his, and let him spend it as he pleases?Did I miss the live broadcast? 】

[Cabbage Tofu Nao: Me too, I think Huanbao is lying to them, if Huanbao learns badly, he will deceive people. 】

Lin Huan blushed, and retorted: "How can I be deceiving? I have said before, what is this called... tactics! Yes! It is tactics, fundamentally defeating others!"

He said so, but he was very embarrassed in his heart-this was the first time he "deceived".

But it's not cheating?After all, Qin Wan had indeed said such a thing before.

The children were arguing here, and the adults next to them naturally heard it too, and laughed when they heard Lin Huan say this: "This kid is really, really smart."

They just talked about it once, and they stopped looking at Lin Huan and the others after a while, and were busy writing poems and criticizing poems.

This Mid-Autumn Poetry Fair was held by several local businessmen, and it has been going on for a long time. It can be regarded as a relatively formal banquet, and everyone tried their best to express themselves.

Lin Huan watched for a while.

The theme of the poetry meeting was to chant the Mid-Autumn Festival, a well-regulated topic, but the reward was a copybook written by Yan Zhenqing, which was said to be an authentic work.

Lin Huan remembered that when Bata was still here last time, he often copied Yan Zhenqing's copybooks.

He looked at the copybook, a little greedy.

But being greedy doesn't seem to help?He can't write poetry, and there are several talented people among the few present.

Surely he couldn't get it, he hadn't even started learning poetry yet.

I can only look at it.

The copybook was placed not far from him, Lin Huan rolled his eyes, and suddenly thought of Lin Ruhai!

He immediately ran to Lin Ruhai, raised his head and acted like a baby: "Sir..."

Lin Ruhai looked down at him: "What's the matter?"

Lin Huan pointed to the copybook: "I want that!"

He and the people close to him never deal with those twists and turns, and they just say what they want.

Lin Ruhai said: "But that's what you can only get if you win the first place in the competition."

Life is not easy, Lin Huan sighed: "I know, is there no other way?"

Lin Ruhai wanted to train him to use his own brain, so he said, "Think about it yourself?"

[Sweetheart: Huanbao should be counted?Anyway, it is just a copybook, and we will buy ten or eight copies of it when we have money. 】

[Cabbage Tofu Nao: Yes, yes, forget about Huanbao, we definitely can’t deal with their adults, there are still a lot of copybooks, and that copybook may not be true, don’t look back, you worked so hard to get this back, it’s just Fakes copied by individuals. 】

Lin Huan thought, yes, what if it is not the real work?

He ran to the referee. He was a very old referee, with a gray beard growing on his chin and stretching to his chest.

Lin Huan always respected the old man, bowed first and then asked: "Old man, is this copybook authentic?"

Old gentleman: "..."

He turned his head, wanting to see who dared to question the copybook he took out, and saw, hey, it was a three-year-old doll who was not as tall as he sat down.

He stretched out his hand to hug Lin Huan to his lap, and asked him to look at the copybook: "Where did you come from, you little milk doll, I'm afraid you can't even read all the words, how dare you ask me if this copybook is real or not? What about your adults?"

Lin Huan looked at the copybook seriously, but he couldn't recognize if it was genuine, so he had to ask the live broadcast room for help.

[Research on ancient literature: This pair is not a copybook, it is true if it is true, and it is false if you say it. Written on the stone tablet, this should be rubbed out with paper. 】

[Research on Ancient Literature: To be honest, it is because it is indeed Yan Zhenqing's handwriting. Wang Shizhen once commented on it, "This post is very neat and dense, but it is expensive in the Tibetan front. It is small and elegant, and it is not without the hatred of Zuoshi." I think this copybook is more suitable for you. You will start learning to write in two years, and you need this kind of copybook to regulate your brushwork. 】

The people behind Lin Huan didn't pay attention to it, they only cared about whether it was true or not. After listening to the ancient literature research, he wanted to get it—Bada gave him a big fish tank, but he still hasn't returned the gift!

Sitting in the old man's arms, he stared at the copybook eagerly: "It's true, it's true."

The old gentleman laughed loudly: "Can I still get a fake copybook out?"

Others quickly asked: "Little baby, do you know who this is?"

Lin Huan shook his head.

When the husband brought him here, he only said that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair, but he didn't say who held it.

"This is the previous generation of cabinet bachelor, and now he has retired."

Lin Huan couldn't understand, but felt that the old man must be a very powerful person if this person could say it with such an expression and tone of admiration, so he let out a "wow" in cooperation.

The old gentleman looked at his expression, held his beard and smiled: "I'm afraid the little boy doesn't know what a grand scholar is."

The person next to him hurriedly wanted to explain, but he stopped him: "It's just a retired bachelor, in the eyes of children, I'm afraid it's no different from the old grandfather passing by on the street, isn't it?"

Seeing Lin Huan nod his head, he said again: "Little baby, why do you ask me if this copybook is authentic?"

Lin Huan bit his finger: "I have a friend who seems to like the copybook written by this person very much. I want to win this copybook back."

The people nearby who heard him speak were all dumbfounded. He was really a child, and he might not even know the words, but he was thinking of winning the copybook back, and he was not afraid of blowing the cowhide. Besides, he was really a child prodigy, The kind who can read at one year old and can write poetry at two years old, everyone here is not a vegetarian.

Knowing that this Mid-Autumn Festival will have university scholars sitting in the town, students from the Jiangnan generation have come, many of them are well-known, he is a milk baby, where does he come from? Confidence?

Many people sitting next to him laughed.

Seeing them laughing at him, Lin Huan silently clenched his fists.

The old gentleman noticed the expression on his face and asked, "What do you think?"

Lin Huan raised his head, looked at the serious expression of the old man, and suddenly realized that among the people in the circle, this old man was probably the only one who was listening to him seriously, so he struggled to climb down and bowed to the old man: "Since it is the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry club, why are only adults writing poems? Can’t we children write poems? Adults have copybooks if they take the first place, so if I take the first place among children, will there be any copybooks?”

"It's ridiculous!"

"That's right, how can a child want an adult's copybook after writing a poem?"

"The little boy is not very young, but his ambition is not small, and he even said madly that he wants to take the first place." Someone said, "There are more than a dozen children here, and many of them are older than him, and I don't know who they are. What do you think!"

What do you think?

Lin Huanxin said that this is not easy to think about?

Among the dozen or so children, how many can read and write?Like Yu Zhi, how many people read and write just for fun?If half of the dozen or so children are able to read and write, that's considered too much.

[Ah: Huanbao is a little impulsive, you don't even know what the rhyme is, how do you write poetry? 】

[A word disagreement: Yes, yes, Huan Bao, if you are like this, you will not be able to write a poem later, it will be difficult to end. 】

The people in the live broadcast room were also questioning Lin Huan.

The main reason is that they have been watching the live broadcast since Lin Huan started studying, and they really don't know when Lin Huan learned to compose poetry.

If you don't get off the stage later, it's fine if you don't get the copybook. If the baby is crying, how can they coax him?

Seeing that they didn't believe in him, Lin Huan became anxious: "You believe in me! I promise I can compose poetry!"

The poems written by Sister Lin and the others are always mentioned in the live broadcast room. Among other things, the three poems by Jia Yucun have been mentioned several times in the live broadcast room. He definitely remembers them, although he doesn’t know what is flat Rhythm, but the live broadcast room can give him emergency training!And the most important thing is that the opponent is also very good!

He acted coquettishly: "Teacher of ancient literature~ You are teaching me what is flat-twisted rhythm now. You don't need to teach it too deep, just the basics are fine!"

[Research on ancient literature: All right, then I will teach you in advance, but Huanbao, you should be mentally prepared, composing poetry is not an easy task. People say, "If you are familiar with three hundred Tang poems, you can't compose poems." I can also sing", which means that practice makes perfect, but if you think about it the other way around, you can't write three hundred Tang poets. If you haven't read them, you can't write poems later. 】

Lin Huan raised his head and raised his chest: "Don't worry, I will definitely not cry."

And the old gentleman also thought Lin Huan's proposal was interesting. This kid was clearly only three years old, and he dared to make such a request to him—it was really interesting.

It was rare for him to meet such a straightforward and bold child.

He used to be in the palace in the past, and the children there were all fine from the moment they could eat and talk. Their bodies were all framed by the palace, but their minds were wilder than each other. After he came out of the palace, all the children in his family Those children are very afraid of him, more than respectful, not close enough.

Anyone who is holding their little grandson and granddaughter will not be too happy to see the fear in their eyes.

So at this moment, he was extremely curious, where did Lin Huan get the confidence to get this copybook from him?

Lin Huan, who didn't realize it, was urgently training. While training, he looked at the copybook with his eyes, thinking, if he won the copybook back and gave it to Ba Da, Ba Da would be very happy.

And they will praise him for being smart!The smartest Huanbao in the world!

The author has something to say: I have stayed up at night for half a month, and my body’s immunity has dropped so badly that I feel like I have a fever when QAQ is coded, but there is no measurement, and I am so dizzy that I can’t finish writing 6000.

One more chapter tonight.