"Uh, I'm sorry, Eldest Young Master. Perhaps my words are wrong. This little girl hopes that you can tell me why you think that Young Master Wang's poem is outstanding?”
Miss Shuang 'er also held her forehead and said in a gentle voice, feeling a little helpless.
Li Ke nodded his head in satisfaction. This Shuang 'er still had some insight and knew that he was older.
He looked at Shuang 'er with a hint of admiration in her eyes and slowly said.
"Miss Shuang 'er, you really have good taste. You know that I'm very old!”
When everyone saw that Li Ke was actually still teasing Miss Shuang 'er, their anger immediately rose again. This kid really deserved a beating!
Shuang 'er's cheeks also flushed red, adding a touch of beauty to her beautiful face. Fortunately, no one saw her in the pavilion, or else these young masters would drool again.
At this moment, she spat softly and asked gently.
"I hope that this Eldest Young Master can explain. Otherwise, Young Master Wang will not be able to pass!”
"Why? I've already composed a poem, so why can't I pass? Brother, explain to Miss Shuang 'er!”
At this moment, Fatty Wang did not hold back at all. He directly walked into Li Ke's room and stuck his head out as he said unhappily.
As he spoke, he patted Li Ke's shoulder with an aggrieved expression. He revealed an expectant gaze and said in a low voice.
"Brother, I'm counting on you this time."
Li Ke revealed a smile and gave him a relieved expression. Then, he stuck his head out and said indifferently.
"It's very simple. I think that everyone here is completely inferior to me in poetry! They were all trash! But I admit that I can't compare to Brother Wang!”
"Pfft, hahahaha, did you guys hear that? This little brat actually said that we can't compare to him in poetry!”
"I'm dying of laughter! Which family did this child come from? He really knew how to brag!”
Everyone laughed, treating Li Ke as a joke.
"After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from the four seasons.
The lotus leaves connecting the sky were infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun were unusually red.”
Ye Fan's voice slowly sounded out. Everyone quieted down. Each and every one of them was extremely silent.
It was as if he was immersed in the endless lotus leaves. The lush green and a few bright red lotus flowers looked extremely beautiful under the sunlight.
Such a beautiful scene was like a fairyland.
Even Miss Shuang 'er was immersed in this beautiful scene. She looked at Li Ke in surprise. Was this really done by him? Such literary talent.
"I don't believe it! I don't believe that an eight-year-old child can compose such a poem! He must have bought it!"
"Yes! Fatty Wang could buy poems, so this child could naturally buy them!”
"Hmph, I couldn't compose such a poem even after studying for ten years. How could an eight-year-old child do it!”
When everyone woke up, someone shouted in dissatisfaction. Their faces were red, and they did not admit that they were inferior to a child.
"What right do you have to say that we bought it! If you have the ability, go buy one! Bah, a bunch of poor bastards!"
Fatty Wang was immediately unconvinced. F * ck, you guys can't do it, you can't buy it, you only know how to talk nonsense.
"Bah, damn fatty, who are you calling a pauper!”
"I knew it, you poor bastards! If you have the ability, go buy one!"
Suddenly, the entire hall was noisy again. You scolded me, I scolded you, you scolded me. It was very lively.
However, soon, another string of zither music was heard. The melodious sound flowed directly into the hearts of the people, instantly intoxicating them.
Jiu Liang, the zither music stopped, and Miss Shuang 'er's moving voice was heard.
"Young masters, please don't be angry. The poem that this young master wrote doesn't look like it was bought. A scholar who could write such a poem would probably not sell it!”
Hearing Miss Shuang 'er's words, Fatty Wang's face was filled with pride. He looked at the group of poor people below and said disdainfully.
"Did you hear that? Did you hear that? What did Miss Shuang 'er say?”
However, everyone did not refute this time. They also felt that what Shuang 'er said made sense.
With such talent to be able to create such a poem, he would not have fallen to the point of selling poems.
"I still don't believe that an eight-year-old child can compose such a poem unless he composes another one!”
Someone still couldn't believe it. He stood up and said.
Everyone nodded in agreement. If they really couldn't compete with an eight-year-old child, it would be too embarrassing.
Li Ke looked at everyone with disdain, patted the window, and said casually.
"This poem is considered good? I can make hundreds of such poems for you!”
Du He: Big brother doesn't brag like this
Fatty Wang: (Omega) Brother, where did you buy it? There are so many of them. Please introduce them.
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