After thinking about a cup of tea, Wang Hao finally remembered an ancient poem about Xiang Yu, which immediately made him feel relieved.

After taking a sip of tea, Wang Hao cleared his throat again, shook his head slightly, and recited a poem: "Life is a hero, and death is a hero. I still miss Xiang Yu, but I refuse to cross the Yangtze River."

Just when Wang Hao finished reciting, Bao Zheng, Dong, Bao Qianqian and Bao Pingping, the family of four here looked at each other for a few moments, and then clapped and praised each other.

Bao Zheng was the first to praise: "Good poetry, good poetry. Today, it is precisely what Bao is looking for. I originally thought that Wang Sicheng, who was born in the army for many years, had more books and had good eloquence. It should be an easy task to write a limerick.

"But what Bao never expected was that Wang Sicheng was able to write a good poem in such a short time in just one cup of tea. The poems are easy to understand and have profound meaning. It is really a good poem!"

Immediately afterwards, Dong could not help but exclaim: "I did not read the wrong person. Wang Sicheng was not only very smart, articulate, but also had a great literary talent. Although this poem sounds easy to understand and is not as obscure as some old-fashioned literati's poems, it summarizes Xiang Yu's life in a concise and concise manner and the respect of later generations for Xiang Yu. I have the same views as my official family, and it is an excellent poem.

"If you compare the poems Wang Sicheng's just now, he will probably not be inferior to those written by three great writers of the times, Yan Tongshu, Ouyang Yongshu, and Fan Xiwen."

After hearing the praises of her parents for the poems written by Wang Hao, Bao Qianqian couldn't help but say joyfully: "Before this, Wang Sicheng was a big and thick-sized person in the eyes of my family. He had a little more books, was good at writing and writing, and was eloquent, that's all.

"Today, when I heard this poem by Wang Sicheng, I realized that all the misunderstandings about Wang Sicheng before were that you had such a good literary talent and would be able to write poems and write good articles. It's really a sea of ​​water and a person should not behave like a person. Wang Sicheng must be a talented person!"

Bao Pingping, sitting diagonally opposite Wang Hao, felt sneering at it after listening to her parents and sister's intercourse on the poems she wrote and she looked like she was not caring.

After Bao Pingping sniffed, snorted coldly, and said disapprovingly: "Hmph, father, mother, and sister, you all think Wang Sicheng has just made a good poem, but why don't I think it? The poems Wang Sicheng made are just four plain words. If I read a few more years of book, I can make such poems. No, the poems I made are better than this."

Regarding what Bao Pingping said, Dong immediately scolded him in a angrily tone: "Ping'er, don't talk nonsense. You have only been reading for a few years and have been so vocal. This poem says that a girl's family can write it out by just writing it? The things that dance, ink, poem, write lyrics and write essays are all done by men, not by girls' families."

Then, Bao Pingping quickly made things happen and said, "Wang Sicheng, please don't be blamed. My second sister (Bao Pingping) is just a crazy girl. She likes to say things that are so stunning. She is so young and only fourteen years old. Just think of her as a child. She is childless and doesn't have to worry about it, but you care about it."

After being scolded by her mother, Bao Pingping felt very aggrieved. When she heard her sister Bao Qianqian ridicule her, she immediately became unhappy.

The angry Bao Pingping told her out in a bit annoyed manner and said: "Mom, sister, you left Wang Sicheng at home for lunch today, just to give her a question for her after Mr. Ouyang came to school yesterday.

"The question is to ask my elder sister to go home within ten days to write a poem about evaluating Xiang Yu. When I go to Ouyang's house to go to school in ten days, I ask my elder sister to submit a poem about evaluating Xiang Yu.

"After my elder sister came home yesterday, she had no idea until Wang Sicheng wrote that poem. Now, Wang Sicheng has made this poem that you think is excellent. When my elder sister goes to Ouyang Gong's house to go to school in the ninth day, she will give Wang Sicheng the song to Ouyang Gong. Don't think that I am young, I don't know that you have made a plan as you wish."

When Bao Pingping finished speaking, Bao Zheng, Dong and Bao Pingping, who had just praised the poems that Wang Hao had written, suddenly changed his face and blushed. If Bao Pingping was not their daughter or sister, I'm afraid that she would have beaten her to death at this moment.

If you want to say, Bao Qianqian is worthy of being a lady from a family. When her sister Bao Pingping revealed this secret, she still acted very calmly with her cheeks, and her expression quickly returned to normal.

After calming down, Bao Qianqian smiled and said frankly to Wang Hao, who was sitting next to her, "Wang Sicheng, most of what my second sister said just now is true, please don't be angry.

"This is the case, nothing wrong. I have only been a little bit unfamiliar with my studies, and I have only been reading for a few years. Within ten days, it is really difficult to complete a poem about escorting the flat and the tone.

"My mother kept you at home for dinner, not for this. It was just when I was making tea, my mother mentioned this matter temporarily, and originally wanted to take the test of your literary talent. As a result, you wrote an excellent poem within about a cup of tea, which was amazing.

'If you don't get your permission from Wang Sicheng, even if I can't handle the bus to Ouyang in ten days, I will definitely not use your poems as my own writing. Please rest assured that Wang Sicheng."

After hearing Bao Qianqian's sincere explanation, Wang Hao immediately smiled and praised Haikou, "Miss Qian'er, where is this? This poem was written by Wang on a whim. It's just a poem, so what's the point.

"If Miss Qian'er likes it, just take it away. Wang has no opinion at all. Wang is a rough man from the army and can't write anything at all. It's said that 'A article is natural, and it's a good idea to get it by hand'."

After saying this, Wang Hao suddenly paused for a few moments, as if he had remembered something. Then he changed his mind, tested his hatred, and looked at Bao Pingping, and continued, "If Miss Qian'er likes it, I will give you another poem to evaluate Xiang Yu. You hand it to your ears, and I will whisper to you."

As soon as Wang Hao finished speaking, Bao Qianqian, who was deeply curious about this, immediately put his ear on his side and leaned against Wang Hao's mouth.
Chapter completed!