Datang: Mother, I really have no private money

"That's right, brother Li, it's not because I encountered a word I don't know, huh? Hahaha..."

The crowd laughed lightly.

Old Master Li's face became extremely solemn.

He shook his head, exhaled lightly, and read slowly word by word.

"Establish a heart for the heaven and the earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, for the sacred and inherit the utmost knowledge, and for the peace for all generations."

"This is what King Wei said!"

The voice fell, and there was a sudden silence in the room.

Mrs. Cui, Mrs. Lu, Mrs. Lu and the others couldn't sit still anymore. They were at a loss for what to do when they looked at each other.

"what is this?"

"Why did such a sentence suddenly appear!"

"Hiss... this word... this word..."

"Is this really what the king of Wei said? He is... only 12 years old."

"This········"

Everyone looked at Mrs. Li.

Mrs. Li put the paper in his hand on the table, and several people quickly read it carefully.

silence.

Speechless.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a...a good sentence, it's nothing."

"Today is a poetry meeting, so these words don't count as anything."

Old Master Cui suppressed the shock in his heart, and comforted himself, as well as the few people around him.

"That's right! That's right!"

"It's true. The Poetry Club only reads poems. The children of our aristocratic clan have an absolute advantage. It seems that they have read it, so they moved King Wei out."

"Jealousy, this is jealousy of our family."

"Yes, absolutely!"

They all said.

Mrs. Li also nodded (Qian's good).

Suppressing the horror in his heart, he read it again.

As I read, my voice became more and more relaxed.

Almost all of the following are poems of the aristocratic family, and there is no voice of the poor family anymore.

It seems that the poor people were completely beaten up by themselves, and they couldn't find the southeast, north, south, and north at all.

"Hahaha... Wonderful! Good! This time, our family has already occupied an invincible position in this poetry meeting."

"This group of overreaching things dare to participate in the poetry meeting. This time, let them know the gap between us and our aristocratic clan!"

"Who says it's not? Now let people secretly promote, belittle the people, and directly kill them."

"That's right, hahaha... My family is outstanding this time, and it will definitely be passed down through the ages."

Several people laughed again.

The shock that King Wei gave them just now was all offset by such a carefree poem.

Listen, almost all of them are poems of the aristocratic family.

Almost all the scholars in Chang'an were suppressed by the aristocratic clan themselves.

carefree!

Really carefree!

King Wei, although it was a bit unexpected, it was just a small episode, the poetry meeting, after all, it was the poetry.

Mrs. Li nodded, and said with relief: "These children are really good, and we didn't waste our hard work."

"Hehehe..."

He smiled, but suddenly, his smile froze slightly.

Because he saw it, the following words became a little stiff, a little scribbled, with wrong words and wrong lines.

what happened?

Is the recorder tired?

But when Mrs. Li looked down again.

bang bang!

He got up suddenly, stood up quickly, and the stool behind him hit the ground hard, making a loud noise.

Shortness of breath.

complexion, redness.

The saliva in his mouth, he forgot to swallow it, and flowed down the corner of his mouth.

This is········

He was stunned. .

Chapter 107

What did you see.

These poems········

My girl!

Mrs. Li didn't know what to say at all, and he didn't know what to do, so he just stood there in a daze, as if petrified, motionless.

"what happened?"

"Brother Li, what are you?"

"what happened?"

"・・・"

Mrs. Cui, Mrs. Lu and the others looked at Mrs. Li at a loss, completely confused, not knowing what happened.

How come it's all right, it's like this all of a sudden?

They all quickly stood up and surrounded Mrs. Li.

And in the lobby, those dancers also looked blank, not knowing whether they should continue dancing or what.

The housekeeper of the Li residence waved his sleeves.

They were relieved and hurriedly retreated.

In the lobby, there was silence.

"impossible!"

"impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"It's definitely not written by him, it can't be written by him."

"How is this possible... How is this possible!!!"

Mrs. Li's whole soul was in a daze, and he looked at the letter paper in his hand in disbelief.

Old Mrs. Cui stretched his neck. He stood behind Mrs. Li, his eyes fell, and he looked away.

When he saw the words on it clearly, he was completely dumbfounded.

Others also browsed through it one after another, and when they finished, the silence in the lobby was terrifying.

What exactly is going on?

How could this be?

A little Wei Wang, how could he write such... so... such poems that will last forever?

They all saw it.

The eyes are incredible.

It just exploded.

As soon as these poems came out, all the advantages established by the previous family collapsed.

That's right!

It literally all fell apart.

Disappeared!

No way, even if they write another thousand or ten thousand poems like this, they can't compare to one of Wei Wang's poems.

This is the difference in quality.

Absolutely not by quantity.

difficult!

difficult!

difficult!

"Gudong...cough cough cough..."

Old Master Li swallowed, but because he was too impatient, he choked on his own saliva and let out a series of coughing sounds.

The housekeeper of Li's house hurriedly helped Mrs. Li to sit on the stool.

Old Mrs. Li was leaning on the stool, his eyes glazed over, dumbstruck.

He really couldn't think of it, even if he was killed, why there is something about King Wei in it!

And this is poetry...

How he wrote it.

Mrs. Cui, Mrs. Lu and the others stood silently by the side.

They couldn't say a word.

The good mood just now has become fragmented.

For a while, it was a bit unacceptable.

Such a thing is really beyond anyone's imagination.

"It's not because we're incompetent."

"It's just that...Wei Wang's poems are too...too...too strong."

After a long time, Mrs. Lu's heavy voice broke the silence.

Isn't this poem written by King Wei?

But who else?

They can't think of it.

The voice fell, and everyone fell silent again.

They didn't want to say anything anymore, and they were all autistic.

The original seamless plan, but encountered these superb poems, I don't know whether to cry or laugh.

King Wei·········