Pokémon World’s Male Mother

Cheng Gang

Chapter 497 The Light of Mud Legs Xia Qianyu hid in the dark, watching his little girl flick a bunch of greedy fools, with a gentle smile on his lips. Quite like a big bad wolf pampering its little fox. But the big bad wolf didn't realize it, he just thought the little fox was extremely cute, and those dogs fooled by the little fox were idiots. Greed is not enough to swallow an elephant, Chu Nianqi collected a lot of good things in just a cup of tea. Tsk tsk, donating money and things to the common people is not necessarily willing. When betting, it is very happy. Today, Miss Chu taught them a lesson. Let them know what it means to take from the people and use it to the people. "Since the bet has been placed, let's start. You can come up with a poem title at random, and I will improvise a poem. This will always prove that it has nothing to do with Zhuangyuanlang!" What!" Qi Ruowei said. Concubine Guo said bluntly: "Ah, let's have a hundred. Don't leave today. Listening to Miss Chu's poems until dawn, should be able to prove it!" Qi Ruowei shut up instantly, but she dared not answer. In this case. Listening to her poems here until dawn, then the reputation of this woman in the hall will be lost. The emperor smiled slightly, it was time to show the fairness and justice of a supreme authority. "How about this, just come up with three poems, and think for a stick of incense for each poem. As long as Miss Chu completes all of them, even if Miss Chu wins, others will not be able to talk about cheating in the future." Dowager Shen hurriedly Panic: "But as long as she doesn't solve a question, she loses. If she contributes the soap recipe, she will also bear a stigma in the future." The emperor gave her a meaningful look, and didn't care about her interruption. But ignore her. He just nodded, indicating that was exactly what he meant. Others think it is too difficult, poetry is about inspiration. Especially for a good poem, it pays attention to the right time, place and people. It is too difficult for someone to compose a poem within a stick of incense. In particular, what Chu Nianqi showed just now was still that level of poetry. Waiting for these three poems, if one of them is different, wouldn't it be clear to everyone that she has embezzled Zhuangyuanlang's poems? But those who participated in the bet felt that this was barely fair! I'm afraid that Zhuangyuan Lang loves to write poetry too much and has accumulated a lot of excellent works for her. At this time, everyone seems to have deliberately ignored the evil attribute of Zhuangyuan Lang. How many times can a young man who is keen on handling cases in the Ministry of Criminal Justice have a great time? However, no matter what everyone thinks, this bet is inevitable. The Shen family will not be the first bird, show their generosity, and give this opportunity to others. Other bettors who were ruthless gathered together and whispered together, thinking of how to solve a problem for her. "Let's find the least common one!" "No, you didn't hear that, Zhuangyuan Lang is not an ordinary person, you can see that his usual behavior is perverse. His poems must be those that are not common to others." "Yes , let’s start with common poem titles, maybe the number one scholar doesn’t like to see common poem titles, so he hasn’t prepared for them at all!” “Well, your statement makes sense, so let’s find a more common one.” Hiding in the dark, Xia Qianyu listened to the complete number one scholar: "..." Who do you think is not an ordinary person, who is perverted? ...A group of people discussed and discussed, and finally decided on the theme of "autumn". Chu Nianqi: "..." Didn't you fall into my hands? Another song of "Qinyuanchun" is about Qiujing! Alas, isn't this forcing her to pluck the wool from a sheep! At this moment, Chu Nianqi stood on top of the main hall, pondered for a while, and then began to splash ink. Her handwriting was not good at the beginning, but under the supervision of Qingshan Academy and Xia Qianyu, it has become very good. For this, she admitted that she was indeed favored by Xia Qianyu. After a while, a masterpiece was completed. Everyone stretched their necks to see, just want to confirm in advance whether she can still write poems of that level. The little **** unceremoniously took away the poem and presented it. Eunuch Gao took it over, and the emperor was the first person to read the poem. "Hahaha, Gao Desheng, read." "Yes, Your Majesty." Everyone panicked when they saw the emperor's reaction. No, can she really write? "Independent cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River goes north, the head of Juzizhou. See the red mountains all over the mountains, and the forests are all dyed; the river is clear, and hundreds of boats compete for the flow. Eagles hit the sky, fish fly in the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frosty sky compete for freedom. Feeling melancholy, Ask the vast land, who is in charge of the ups and downs? I brought a hundred couples to travel, and recalled the past years and years. I was just a classmate, a young man, in the prime of life; the book business was vigorous, and I scolded Fang Qiu. Pointing to the country, stimulating the writing, the dung was once tens of thousands of households. Do you remember it? , When the current hits the water, the waves hold back the flying boat?" As soon as this poem came out, the audience was silent. Although General Zhou didn't come to the Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet, several generals and friends of General Zhou did. It is said that things gather together and people are divided into groups, and generals who have a good relationship with General Zhou have similar temperaments. Others are still savoring carefully, dazed in a daze, these generals have come to their senses, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com shouted: "Okay!" Give them a death stare. All right, all right, what's your name? You just have a mouth? But no matter what other people think, they can't stop these guys from applauding the little girl. They have long been disgusted with this group of hypocrites bullying a little girl, don't they just know how to write a few lines of poetry? What's the big deal? It's fine to look down on people at ordinary times, but now there are people who are better than them, and they are even questioned. Don't think they don't know, those hypocrites privately call Prime Minister Lin's little granddaughter Little Mudleg. These wicked things, the little girl is in the way of you, there is nothing so insulting. This time, the little girl fought for her own strength and was hit again, they couldn't see it for a long time. Moreover, these generals don't like the titles of "mud-legged man" and "reckless man" very much, after all, they are often ridiculed by those high-ranking civil servants. Now, seeing their "little mud legs" trample those hypocrites under their feet, why does their heart suddenly feel a sense of pride? Chu Nianqi, who didn't know that he had become the "light of mud legs", said: "...Next poem topic." "Miss Chu writes about autumn with such a grand atmosphere, so it must be good to write about spring!" "So, next time Is the title of a poem spring?" No one refuted it, so it was the default. Chu Nianqi pondered for a while, then calmly wrote on the table. The little man stood alone in the center of the hall with his back straight, splashing ink, showing no signs of timidity. The empress looked at the little man, with a smile unconsciously in her eyes. Such a cute and brave little girl, if she was older, she would be a good daughter-in-law. Alas, I just don't know where her son is now! Turning her head to glance at the dog man beside her, Empress Fu concealed the look in her eyes. One day you will know, this day, it should not be too late.