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Chapter 694 Is This The Little Disciple Of The Master Of The Six Kingdoms?
Bai Zhi'er's round eyes sparkled, she was very happy.

"So many? That's great, thank you, senior brother, and thank you, senior brother's father."

When the little guy spoke, his voice was soft and very cute.

Yuan Zhen smiled and said, "Thank you, you saved the lives of me and my sister, it should be."

As he spoke, he touched Yuan Ruxin under the table, motioning for her to say a few words of thanks as well.

Yuan Ruxin was very reluctant.

She turned to look at Bai Zhi'er, and smiled maliciously.

"Yeah, brother is right. At such a young age, Princess Cuicuo has helped out twice. I am really grateful."

"By the way, I also heard that the princess studied under Mo Yanchi, the respected teacher of the Six Kingdoms, so she must be quite talented, right?"

Yuan Ruxin pointed to a round platform built by a teahouse not far away.

"I just want to participate in the poetry competition held by the teahouse today. The princess is here today. I want to compete, and I also want to appreciate the princess' poems."

"It must be amazing, but I don't know, is the little princess willing to have a competition?"

Bai Zhi'er blinked her eyes and looked at her: "I'm average in talent, I'm afraid I will disappoint you."

Yuan Ruxin laughed: "Princess is self-effacing. The Six Kingdoms respect Master Mo, but she claims to the outside world that you are his most proud student."

"Even for you, no more closed disciples, you are his youngest and last disciple."

"I thought the princess had some great talent."

In the end, the irony in Yuan Ruxin's eyes grew louder and louder.

Yuan Zhen was displeased, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Xin'er, today I'm only tasting tea, and this poem will be a joy to watch!"

Bai Zhi'er looked at Yuan Ruxin.

The little milk boy said calmly, "Do you want me to participate in this poetry competition with you?"

Yuan Ruxin raised her head and nodded.

Bai Zhier blinked her eyes: "So, do you think that if you get No.1 and I don't, it means you are better than me?"

Yuan Ruxin frowned slightly: "Of course, otherwise, why would you be number one? It must be extraordinary talent!"

Bai Zhi'er spread her small hands and sighed helplessly: "Innocent, childish."

Yuan Ruxin was stunned: "You! If you don't dare to compare, then don't dare to compare. What are you teaching me to do!"

Bai Zhi'er's round eyes are black and bright, like a pair of beautiful obsidian.

In her eyes, there was intelligence and agility.

"I don't want to compare, not because I'm afraid of you, but because this kind of poetry meeting is generally not necessarily for those who are truly talented."

Yuan Ruxin frowned when she heard the words, "What do you mean?"

Bai Zhi'er rested her chin on her small hand, took a bite of the pastry, and said leisurely: "First of all, look at the guests around, are most of them wearing silk and satin?"

Yuan Ruxin looked around, then nodded suspiciously.

Bai Zhi'er licked his lips: "I just read the list, the price of pastries in Yasi Tea House is two taels per plate."

"The price is ten times more expensive than other ordinary teahouses! Therefore, most of the people who come here to drink tea are from good families."

"From this, we can know that even if it is a poetry competition today, it must be a game between nobles and famous families."

"Among them, not all of them are people with real talents and learning. Even if there are, how do you know that some people who didn't come here are not as talented as them?"

Yuan Ruxin was at a loss when she heard it, but Yuan Zhen's eyes gradually became serious.

He quietly looked at the little guy sitting across from him.

Bai Zhi'er looks cute, with a round face and big eyes.

Even though he is only four and a half years old, he is already so meticulous in seeing things.

(End of this chapter)