The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

Li Bai's "Journey into the Wine" has been passed down through the ages and has been sought after by many literati and elegant guests in later generations. Isn't it a good poem?

Qi Zhongshu and his friends read it. Can they not be amazed and amazed?

"This is the best poem I have ever seen in my life."

"Every word and every sentence is exquisite."

Qi Zhongshu stroked his beard, looked at the poem, and read it casually, his eyes filled with excitement.

Several of his friends also came forward to read with Qi Zhongshu.

Seeing the excitement, several people even had some impassioned discussions.

After Feng Caiwei saw the reaction of Qi Zhongshu and his party, she smiled proudly at Jiujiu.

She knew that after she took out this poem, Qi Zhongshu and others would be amazed.

And she heard that Qi Zhongshu has been chasing Feng Jiujiu recently and wants to accept Feng Jiujiu as a closed disciple?

Feng Jiujiu is not willing to come yet.

Now that Qi Zhongshu has read her poems, he should change his mind and accept her as a closed disciple!

After all, a person like Qi Zhongshu would not always stick his hot face against the cold buttocks of others.

Compared with students like Feng Jiujiu, Qi Zhongshu should like her more.

Qi Zhongshu's friends also liked Feng Caiwei better.

They also helped Feng Caiwei talk.

"Old Qi, Feng Caiwei is a good poet. Since the princess is not willing to be your closed disciple, how about you accept Feng Caiwei as your closed disciple?"

"Yes, yes, that girl Feng Caiwei can write such a magnificent poem, which shows that she is a person with extraordinary talents."

"You accept her as a closed disciple. In the future, when she grows up and becomes famous all over the world, you will also take advantage of her."

Several friends of Qi Zhongshu especially supported Qi Zhongshu in accepting Feng Caiwei as a closed disciple.

After Feng Caiwei heard this, the smile on her lips deepened.

For Jiujiu.

They also said: "Since the princess is unwilling, Lao Qi, don't force it!"

"A twisted melon, not sweet."

"Feng Caiwei is a very nice girl. She is well-behaved and respects teachers. The key is that she has a studious heart and knows how to find someone to read her poems."

"As for the little princess, alas..." I just know how to play.

Several of Qi Zhongshu's friends couldn't understand why Qi Zhongshu had to accept such a playful child as a closed disciple?

Are you going to destroy his reputation as the greatest Confucian?

"Thank you for the compliments from the great scholars!"

Feng Caiwei thanked her with a smile. She seemed to be quite well-behaved and harmless to humans and animals.

However, her eyes glanced at Jiujiu intentionally or unintentionally, full of pride, arrogance, and sarcasm.

She finally beat Feng Jiujiu.

Feng Jiujiu, you are finally stepped on by me.

Feng Caiwei was really proud at this moment.

Jiujiu: "..."

Yep, they were acting like this, as if she cared less about being Qi Zhongshu's closed disciple.

"Since I have nothing to do, I'll leave." Jiujiu touched her belly, "I'm hungry. I'm going home to eat. My mother is still waiting for me to come home to eat."

Jiujiu left as soon as he was told and did not stay for a moment.

"Princess, don't go." Qi Zhongshu was anxious. He glared at his pig teammates and Feng Caiwei, and was about to chase Jiujiu. However, he was stopped by the pig teammates again, "You guys stop me. What are you doing? Go away?"

"Why are you chasing after me? If the princess doesn't like it, forget it! The disciple you want to close is here!"

"Caiwei, come forward quickly."

Several people pushed Feng Caiwei in front of Qi Zhongshu.

Qi Zhongshu was speechless, not even wanting to look at Feng Caiwei, "The only person I want to accept as a closed disciple is the princess."

"As for Feng Caiwei, I will definitely not accept it."

"Don't accept it?" Qi Zhongshu's friends and Feng Caiwei were all shocked.

Doesn’t Qi Zhongshu really like Feng Caiwei’s poems?

Why not accept Feng Caiwei as a closed disciple?

Qi Zhongshu returned the tissue paper filled with poems to Feng Caiwei and said seriously: "Feng Caiwei, how old are you this year? If I remember correctly, you should be seven and a half years old, not eight yet. ."

"Yes." Feng Caiwei nodded and admitted.

Qi Zhongshu continued: "How could a child less than eight years old write such a majestic, informal, and heroic poem as "The Wine Will Come in"?"

Qi Zhongshu deserves to be Qi Zhongshu, the greatest Confucian at that time. He can tell from the words that Feng Caiwei cannot compose such a poem.

Because Feng Caiwei’s temperament doesn’t match.

The age doesn't match either.

"Tell me, where did you steal this poem?"

"Whose is it stolen from?"

Feng Caiwei was confused by the question.

Qi Zhongshu could actually tell that the poem was not written by her?

She, she, how to explain?

She looked for help at the friends of Qi Zhongshu who had just admired her, hoping that they would give her a word.

But few people said anything and looked at Feng Caiwei suspiciously.

What Qi Zhongshu said makes sense.

A child cannot compose such a heroic poem.

They were just so impressed that they didn't think much about it.

When Qi Zhongshu said it, they suddenly realized.

"Sir." Feng Caiwei could only save herself. She knelt in front of Qi Zhongshu, her face not red, her heart not beating, and she vowed: "This poem is really written by me. I wrote it myself. I didn't steal it." other people."

"Ha." Qi Zhongshu sneered again and again, not believing it at all, "If this is really the case, will you make another similar song? Let everyone evaluate it on the spot."

"This..." Feng Caiwei looked embarrassed. She could recite a poem, but writing a similar poem was difficult!

Qi Zhongshu shook his head, "You can't do it, right?"

"Writing poetry requires careful thinking and cannot be done immediately." Feng Caiwei made excuses for herself.

Qi Zhongshu did not accept this trick. He said: "If it doesn't work, it won't work. What excuse can you make? Geniuses always write poems at their fingertips. Why do you think about it carefully? Ha, only fools need to think about it carefully."

Qi Zhongshu said, shaking his sleeves and warning: "Don't pretend in front of me in the future, I don't like it."

"And you." Qi Zhongshu looked at his pig teammates and asked angrily: "Are you here to help me, or are you here to harm me?"

"You just said that to the little princess. Look, are you angry?"

"If I can't accept the little princess as my closed disciple today, I will fight you tooth and nail."

"When you go to bed at night, you'd better open your eyes for me."

"Princess, wait for me."

Qi Zhongshu caught up with Jiujiu.

Jiujiu just ignored Qi Zhongshu.

If they like Feng Caiwei, just like her, there is no need to chase her.

Jiujiu entered the harem and let the dog go, asking the dog to drive Qi Zhongshu away.

When Qi Zhongshu saw Dahuang running towards him, he trembled and took several steps back.

He knew that his friends had offended the little princess, and the little princess was not easy to offend.

Now it's better, she got angry and let the dog go.

His pig teammates really hurt him.

Qi Zhongshu, the greatest scholar in Western Chu, was chased all over the palace by dogs. Several times, he was almost bitten on the buttocks by dogs.

"Help!"

"Help!"

Qi Zhongshu shouted for help.