………

Everyone laughed when they said this. Jia Mu glared at Jia Zheng, "Every child can do it well. No matter whether he is connected or not, the master's requirements are too strict."

Everyone took the poems one by one and read them, but didn't comment. They just laughed at each other. Only Jia She praised them all, but in fact he couldn't understand them very much...

"In my opinion, this poem has a lot of backbone. People like us don't care about that."

He turned around and ordered someone to pick up many toys to enjoy, and patted Jia Huan's head to encourage him, "Don't listen to you, just do this in the future. Only write this momentum to show our family's demeanor! The family business you passed down in the future may be managed by you."

Jia Zheng couldn't listen to this and smiled awkwardly, "But he's just rude. My elder brother is even more unable to indulge him like this."

Now that Jia Lan saw that Jia Huan was so messy about what he wrote, he could be rewarded and praised, he also had to write a poem for Jia Zheng to read.

After seeing this, Jia Zheng was overjoyed and felt that the breath that was held in by Baoyu and Jia Huan was finally relieved!

I hurriedly read it to everyone, and everyone cooperated with Lianlian to say good things. The future is limitless, which made Li Wan happy and said, "I dare not, but the child is just playing tricks."

Just like this, I beat the drum again. This time, Yuanyang secretly asked the little girl next to her to remind her that when she deliberately passed the flowers to Jia Jue's hand, the drum sound stopped instantly!

Fuck!

Jia Jue: "..."

Jia Jue stood up and beat him a little embarrassedly, "Why...why...why should I tell jokes. Our big big is not a poetry club, and we always write poetry or something. It's too elegant. How boring is my ancestors and wives?"

Jia Mu nodded deeply, "It is precisely this principle. I don't understand those poems and essays very much, and I don't know who started this. When Jue'er finished writing it, he will not be allowed to write poems in the future!"

Jia Jue: "..."

Facing everyone's expectant eyes, Jia Jue lived up to everyone's expectations, and he shook his sleeves with a heroic spirit, "Come on! Take those ten sea bowls!"

"puff!"

Everyone couldn't help it at that time. Jia Mu pointed at him and was both angry and funny, "I asked you to write poems, but I didn't let you laugh!"

Sister Feng also smiled and said, "Yes, yes, this joke is for nothing. If you don't pass the test, write a poem quickly!"

...

Jia Jue smiled bitterly and begged for mercy, "Old ancestor, I really can't do this. Can I accept the punishment?"

Jia Mu glared at him angrily and pretended to be angry, "Don't be stubborn, don't care about anything, just say a few words, Huan'er can do it!"

Yuanyang also looked at the drum face and urged, "Second Master Jue, don't be joking, hurry up, everyone is still waiting for the next round!"

...

Jia Jue: I... this... who played with you? I really don’t know!

Everyone looked at him with a smile and only taught him how to do it. But seeing that Jia Jue pretended to be the same as he was, he couldn't help but wonder, and he thought, "It's really impossible, right?"

While hesitating, Baochai smiled faintly and whispered quietly, "Don't be coaxed by him, my brother said, they have a Lan poetry club outside, and among the many princes, the best brothers Jue's works are written by brothers. Then "Iron Rod Fu" is a masterpiece."

Everyone suddenly realized! They stared at Jia Jue angry and funny, you can pretend! You almost let you coax it!

Jia Jue was speechless. Sister Bao, do you really don’t know what “Iron Rod Fu” is, or is it just intentional?

But seeing Daiyu listening to the three words "Iron Rod Fu", it was like a cat smelling fishy smell. His little eyes changed instantly, full of suspicion...

Jia Jue thought it was not good. If Daiyu knew that she had coaxed her for more than half a year, would that be more than good?

I can't even think about it, this is so scary!

Jia Jue had to scrape his stomach and start memorizing the poem, and he didn't have time to think about it. He just remembered any love poem, and took it out and coaxed Daiyu first. So he took the paper, silver hook and iron painting, and picked up the pen and came!

...

After writing, Jia Zheng took it and read it, he was speechless for a long time...

After a while, when he looked up, he saw everyone looking at him nervously. Jia Zheng smiled bitterly, "Poetry is a good poem, it can be called a masterpiece, but this... Oh, brother, please take a look."

Everyone was surprised and suspicious. Since it was a good poem, why did Jia Zheng act like this?

Jia Jing seemed to be asleep. After being called by Jia Zheng a few times, he opened his eyes slightly. When Jia Zheng explained it clearly, he read it carefully and then savored it carefully. Then he handed the paper back to Jia Jue, which contained a deep smile.

"Isn't it okay to be a Taoist priest? Jue'er, you don't practice Taoism with your wisdom as your father, it's a pity!"

When Jia Mu heard this, she changed her expression and scolded, "Jing'er, don't talk nonsense! It's okay if you can't think it through yourself? You still want to kidnap people!"

Jia Jing glanced at Jia Mu, nodded, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The more he did this, the more curious everyone was. What did Jia Jue write about? Why did he still have to be a Taoist priest?

Wang Xifeng couldn't help but run over and snatch the paper, cleared her throat, and was about to recite...

...

I waited for a long time without any further information...

Wang Xifeng walked back to Li Wan in embarrassment, "I don't recognize words, sister-in-law, come..."

Everyone: "..."

You don’t recognize words and you are so active!

Li Wan shook her head speechlessly and said aloud:

“【I have thought that I have been sentimental to harm my Brahmacharya,

When you enter the mountain, you are afraid that you will be despairing.

How can you get the two Dharmas in the world?

Don’t let the Tathagata down on you.]”

After reading the four sentences, everyone was silent. Poetry is a good poem, but...

No one spoke for a moment, and he didn't know what he was thinking...

Seeing that they looked strange, Jia Jue burst into laughter, "I said I wouldn't write it. This poem was written by a monk in Jiangnan. I was forced to do nothing, so I plagiarized it and asked Sister Yuanyang to surround me. It's a matter of being passed."

After hearing what he said, Jia Mu was relieved. Jia Mu spat hard, "You are the only one who can turn the door and pick the poems written by the monk to scare people, let's not! I don't have the blessing to listen to you writing poetry, but you'll pass."

Everyone agreed and quickly let the mandarin duck start the next round...

Only Baoyu was so crazy that he heard this. He was stunned and showed a foolish smile on his face. He wanted to ask Jia Jue immediately, who was the monk Jiangnan, who was the person he was? If he could invite him, he was only because Jia Zheng was on his side, so he would just wait for the time being...

Daiyu had read Jia Jue's poems before. How can the Jiangnan monk believe the sayings? Just think that Jia Jue was written specifically for her...

How can I obtain the Dharma of both worlds in the world, and live up to the Tathagata and live up to you...

Daiyu's beautiful eyelashes trembled, she lowered her head deeply, and her ears were red...

………

I heard the drums sound again and several rounds passed, and a little maid came to report that midnight was coming!

Jia Jue hurriedly blinked at the mandarin duck who turned around and wanted to beat the drum again. The mandarin duck understood, and after knocking "dongdongdongdong", the flowers naturally fell into Jia Jue's hands again...

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Chapter completed!