fairy tales

Chapter 17 The Horse Thief (5)
Sometimes it seems overwhelming, and sometimes it seems easy.

However, he is highly respected and no one has doubted his admissions policy, but it is not absolute, there was an accident two years ago.

And this accident was Chu Liuxiang.

Because of this, Chu Liuxiang was admitted to Jingxiang College.

Old Master Confucius took a firm step, and soon came to the lecturer's desk and chair, and said with a smile: "Today is the winter season, so this test will use "winter" to compose a small poem, and a stick of incense will last for a limited time." .”

Pick up the pen, stand up, dragon fly, stop suddenly, pen down.

A figure rushed towards the gate of the academy quickly.

Old Confucius' originally benevolent and muddy eyes lit up, and then dimmed again.

"Hey, boss, where are you?" Fatty's voice was really penetrating, and his words attracted the attention of all the students. Only then did they realize that Chu Liuxiang, who was originally sitting at the back, had disappeared without a trace.

While everyone was surprised, Old Master Confucius smiled and said: "Liu Xiang has finished answering the questions, so he left first, everyone needs to work hard!" Then he motioned to the servants at the side to light a stick of incense.And he walked towards Chu Liuxiang's position.

All the students listened to Confucius' words, they all buried their heads in their pens and began to think.

Liu Yifei, a girl with beautiful eyes like a fairy, glanced at the vacant seat of Chu Liuxiang, and then looked at the vacant seat in the third row from the right. A trace of doubt flashed in her eyes. Is it the gentle and watery her? ?

Thinking of this, Liu Yifei was stunned for a moment, and then laughed at herself. It seemed that it had nothing to do with her. Two beautiful dimples appeared slightly on her fair cheeks, and the girl regained her cheerful smile like a sunflower. Nodding her head, the girl rubbed lightly, her beautiful eyes rolled, and she began to write on the rice paper.

The old master picked up the rice paper left by Chu Liuxiang, looked at the flamboyant and phoenix dancing, with a slightly satisfied look on his face, and said to himself, "Liuxiang's characters are really unrestrained, like ten thousand horses galloping!"

The next moment, Old Master Confucius flashed a trace of surprise on his originally satisfied face, and then smiled again: "Liuxiang, Liuxiang, how many surprises are you going to give me? I always thought that I had understood you, but the surprises come and go again and again." , has made me understand you less and less."

"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. Yaozhi is not snow, because there is a dark fragrance." Confucius chanted the poem left by Chu Liuxiang, and the smile on his face increased by three points, "Good sentence 'Yaozhi It's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance', just this one sentence, you can become a teacher."

The girl who was originally calm and indifferent, stopped again, opened her teeth lightly, and murmured: "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han opened them alone. I knew it was not snow, so there was a faint fragrance. This is what you handed. Poetry?"

But Chu Liuxiang, who had already gone away, didn't know that her unintentional work left a vague trace in the heart of a stunning beauty. Although it was extremely vague, it was still left behind.

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(End of this chapter)