A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 61: A Poke and a Jump
Zheng Jian enjoyed watching the fun, and now he wanted to see how Song Xuan would answer.

Because his brother-in-law Fan Zhongyan had told him some stories about Song Xuan, and what the student in front of him was telling was basically the same.

It depends on whether Song Xuan admits that he did it, and then his elder brother will be ruined.

In short, the Song brothers will suffer a loss today!

Song Hao's face was gloomy. Well, instead of being exposed, it would be better to admit it actively, so that there would be some room for maneuver. But he heard Song Xuan say:

"Of course I didn't write this poem when I was eight."

"Nonsense." Han Zhixuan's chest heaved.

"Didn't you write this poem?"

Song Xuan: "No."

Han Zhixuan: “Isn’t it?”

Song Xuan calmly fanned himself with his folding fan:

"No, I was only eight years old at that time and didn't know how to write poetry."

Han Zhixuan: "This poem was written by you!"

Song Xuan: "You said I did it?"

Han Zhixuan: “Yes.”

"I said I didn't write this poem. I didn't write it at all. God knows!"

Some onlookers also noticed that something was wrong.

If Song Xuan really wrote these poems that could be passed down to later generations, why didn't he dare to admit it in public?

But looking at Han Zhixuan's appearance, it seems that no one else can write this poem except Song Xuan.

It's really weird.

Song Xuan's answer made Han Zhixuan so angry that he jumped up.

He directly pulled out the confused Song Hao from the crowd:

"Song Hao, what exactly is going on?"

When Song Xuan saw his elder brother being dragged out, he looked at him hurriedly:
"Fifth brother, I still want to know what's going on."

Song Hao was still digesting it. He really didn't expect that the third brother would directly deny this poem.

All the worries of the past two years were suddenly relieved by Song Xuan's denial.

So when Song Xuan asked him, he hadn't reacted yet and was feeling dizzy.

Seeing that he was so useless, Song Xuan could only continue to act:
"When I was eight, I was still peeing and playing with mud. Today, I just came to Yingtianfu Academy to register, and this person came up to me and said that I made the frog poem."

"I said it wasn't me, he said it was you. I said it wasn't me who did it, he said it was me!"

"There's no other way. I'm stuck here and can't escape."

"Oh?"

Seeing Song Xuan rambling on like this, Song Hao gave himself some time to think:

"So that's how it is. Let me sort it out."

Han Zhixuan watched the two brothers working together to act out their relationship, and it was obvious that the relationship between them was extremely bad.

How could it become like this?
"Oh what?" Song Hao stared at Han Zhixuan and said righteously:
"Han Zhixuan, this poem was clearly written by me. I am Song Hao, the author of Ode to the Frog."

"Oh, I see!"

Han Zhixuan almost gritted his teeth and spat out a few words.

How could his plan to expose Song Hao and send Song Xuan away turn out like this?
"Back then, I didn't want to be too prominent. I wanted my younger brother to become a child prodigy, so I pretended to be him. After all, he's my own brother."

Song Xuan waved his fan and pointed at Han Zhixuan:
"Fifth brother, can you tell him about this?"

"Shut up." Song Hao was more confident now, and saluted those around him:

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you classmates, but this is actually another poem my brother wrote."

Many students said they were very satisfied with the melon.

But all the students who were admitted from Lema Town knew that this poem was written by Song Xuan.

It was made by that child prodigy.

It’s just that they have a deep brotherly love and are willing to make his brother famous.

No one tried to sow discord like Han Zhixuan did.

Bao Zheng did not push away the crowded crowd, but the sour smell on his body drove away some of the students who were originally crowding around him, and the crowd seemed less crowded.

"Okay, as a witness today, let your brother read to everyone the poem he wrote when he was eight years old." Han Zhixuan said with a hoarse voice.

His plan had completely failed.

But the loser does not lose the formation.

Song Xuan didn't expect that such a thing would happen.

What a fucking trouble!

It seems that Song Hao is too outstanding and has been envied in the academy, which has caused such trouble.

There's no way, there will always be pink eye.

As the saying goes, flies don't bite seamless eggs, but flies can land anywhere, even if you don't have any cracks.

After I get into the academy, I will continue to study quietly and learn some imperial examination techniques from Fan Zhongyan.

Song Hao didn't care.

No matter how good someone is at singing the frog, it can't beat this one.

What's more, when he was only eight years old, the twelfth brother could just recite a few words and get by.

"Fifth brother, I'm a little shy."

Song Xuan still slowly expressed his desire to perform.

"Twelfth brother, if you remember, tell me. If you don't remember, don't bother with Han Zhixuan."

Han Zhixuan?
I don't have any impression of him at all. He must have a grudge against you, Song Hao.

"Fifth brother, I remembered the poem I wrote when I was eight years old."

Song Xuan responded immediately.

Zheng Jian naturally wanted to see how Song Xuan could come up with a poem worse than Ode to the Frog in an instant, and even agree with what an eight-year-old child did.

I've been pretending to be confused for quite some time now.

This boy is probably more experienced in pretending to be confused than some officials.

Han Zhixuan also stared at Song Xuan, saying, "Don't let me find any loopholes in your poem."

So the students who were enrolled in Yingtianfu Academy and those who were not enrolled heard Song Xuan's world-famous poem about frogs:

"Daming Lake, Daming Lake is big, and there are lotus flowers in Daming Lake."

"There's a toad on the lotus flower, it jumps when you poke it!"

After the silence, there was a burst of laughter.

"Hahaha."

Because of Song Xuan's powerful voice.

This poem was heard by most of the onlookers.

Many people believe that this is a poem written by an eight-year-old child.

If you take a closer look, you will find that this poem combines movement and stillness, and describes the toad so accurately, which shows that the child must have caught toads many times to play with them on a daily basis.

Zheng Jian didn't laugh. He had a deeper understanding of Song Xuan's quick wit.

This incident caught him off guard, but he handled it like a duck in water.

It just so happens that the poem is particularly suitable for the poetry writing level of an eight-year-old child who has read a little.

Even Yan Shu, the once world-famous child prodigy, wrote poems at the age of seven that were only of an average quality.

It seems that this boy has some abilities, at least he is smart!

Zhang Fangping found it unbelievable that his twelfth brother actually accepted it.

What's his level?

But he was the teacher of the world-renowned prodigy Yan Shu!
It is no exaggeration to say that no one in the world can match him. In the future, Brother Twelve will definitely become the leader of the great literary masters of the Song Dynasty.

So Zhang Fangping couldn't understand why his twelfth brother would cover up for his fifth brother, with whom he was not close.

His fifth brother stole his younger brother's poems, so he is not a good person either.

Han Zhixuan's face turned pale and he wanted to leave in anger.

But Song Xuan grabbed him:

"Fifth brother, who is this person? I don't even know him, and he keeps talking nonsense. Do you want to leave without apologizing to me, Fifth brother?"

"There's no door!"

(End of this chapter)