My Cold and Beautiful Wife - Chapter 3933

[Chapter 3931 Who is he]

A group of people came to the venue where the Wenxin meeting was held. It was already full of students and literati from all over the world.

The exhibition is full of all kinds of poems, calligraphy and paintings, and beautiful articles.

A group of cultural lovers gathered together to appreciate and appreciate the experience.

When Zhuge Yunshen brought a group of old gentlemen to the venue, he immediately attracted greetings from all parties.

Soon, someone also found Ye Fan who was beside the emperor, holding the child.

“This…isn’t this Lord Sword God?”

“Really? Lord Sword God has come to the Wenxin Meeting?”

“Is it possible that the person who is with Dean Emperor is fake?”

“This year’s Wenxin Meeting is real. Pengpi is prosperous! Could it be that Lord Sword God also supports the revitalization of the cultural world?”

“The war is over and the world is at peace, so it’s time to do a good job in cultural construction!”

“As expected of President Zhuge, what a big face, Jian The gods have come to support the Wenxin meeting…”

Everyone was discussing enthusiastically, but not many people dared to come up and talk to Ye Fan.

However, everyone took a higher look at Zhuge Yunshen and Qiangu Academy.

Zhuge Yunshen, with a calm expression on his face, greeted acquaintances from all over the world, and walked at the front with a radiant face.

“This is also the Wenxin Club. The people who come here are people who have read poetry and books, know how to be reserved and decent. If you show up in such a big way on other occasions, I’m afraid you will be surrounded by water,” Di Zigui said.

“No way, I’m not a mysterious person, and every search on the Internet is my photo,” Ye Fan said with a smile.

“You underestimate yourself too much. When you accompany Dean Zhuge like this today, the influence of the Qiangu Academy has soared, and the position of the first academy in Kyushu is considered to be firmly established,” the emperor sighed.

“Why, Dean Emperor, you don’t seem to be reconciled? How about I help you stand on the stage of Kyushu Academy?” Ye Fan asked narrowly.

“Sword God, don’t make fun of me, our Kyushu Academy is a universal education, and the academic world doesn’t look down on it. It’s useless and unnecessary for anyone to stand up.” Di Zigui looked indifferent.

Ye Fan said with a smile: “You said that I have a high realm? I see that Dean Emperor is not generally open-minded?” The

two chatted and visited various works of Wenxin Club all the way.

In an exhibition of student works, there is a little book boy wearing a square scarf, looking at six or seven years old, but wearing old Chen, and is talking eloquently.

Many literati and writers around were amazed.

“This child, who writes well in poetry, has a very thorough understanding of the works of the God of Poetry!”

“Yeah, citing scriptures and scriptures, clearly organized, worthy of being a disciple of the Qiangu Academy…”

“You don’t know? This Xiao Tong is the He is the youngest son of the Xiao family, and he is naturally much higher than the average child in terms of poetry!”

Hearing these praises, the young man Xiao Tong was also in high spirits.

It happened that Xiao Tingshu followed Zhuge Yunshen to the scene.

“Father! Dean, sir!”

Xiao Tong hurriedly ran over and gave a proper salute.

“Oh! Everyone Xiao is here?!”

“Everyone Xiao is the proud disciple of Dean Zhuge, so of course they want to come!”

When everyone saw this, they all stepped forward to greet him and praised Xiao Tong.

Zhuge Yun said with a deep smile: “Mr. Chen, is Xiao Tong your student?”

“Yes, Dean!”

Chen Bowen also raised his chest and said proudly, “Xiao Tong is the first person in this year’s children’s class, and his Literary accomplishments are more than enough to go to the youth group!”

“Okay, sensitive and eager to learn, you are the model of my students in the Qiangu Academy, Mr. Chen, you are also good at teaching”, Zhuge Yun nodded deeply.

Chen Bowen was overjoyed and felt a light on his face.

“Everyone Xiao, you have a successor. Ling Lang is young, but he is able to appreciate the poem God’s ‘Wan Ren Mountain’ in a decent way. The future is boundless!”

Xiao Tingshu smiled and waved his hands, saying: “Everyone is wrong, The dog just understands the fur of some poetic gods, and it is not worth mentioning.”

“Xiao everyone, you are welcome, I have all read this commentary by Linglang, it really doesn’t look like a six-year-old child’s work, it really is Genius!”

Hearing a group of people boasting, Xiao Tong’s expression became extraordinarily proud.

At this time, Xiao Tong saw Tuan Tuan eating snacks in Ye Fan’s arms.

“Ye Tuantuan! You idiot who can only eat, how dare you come to Wenxin Club? What kind of literature and art do you know?”

Hearing this, many people around him changed their expressions.

Childish words without restraint! He actually dared to call his daughter an idiot in front of the Sword God?

Xiao Tingshu’s expression also tightened, revealing a look of apprehension.

“There are a lot of Sword God adults, so they shouldn’t have the same knowledge as my children, right?” Xiao Tingshu said with a smile.

Only then did Xiao Tong realize that the person in front of him turned out to be the famous Sword God?

“What? Ye Tuantuan is the daughter of the Sword God? How could the Sword God have such a stupid daughter?”

“Tong’er! Shut up! Quickly apologize to the Sword God!” Xiao Tingshu said with a stern face.

Xiao Tong looked neither humble nor arrogant, “Father, did I say something wrong? This Ye Tuantuan didn’t study hard at the academy, he was most active in eating, and he was the last one in the whole academy.

After saying these words, the literati and scholars around them all looked at each other in dismay.

Everyone is secretly sweating not only for this child!

Of course, many people also shook their heads silently.

“It seems that Sword God also has some things he is not good at…”

“Isn’t it? You’re busy practicing swordsmanship, so how can you take care of your children?”

“After all, you don’t come from a famous scholar and have no cultural background. This kind of strong family is usually a playboy.”

“Be quiet! Can’t you hear when the sword god ?”…

The surrounding discussion made Ye Fan face to some extent.

But of course Ye Fan couldn’t be serious with a little kid.

“Tuan Tuan, your classmate said you were an idiot, what do you think?”

“I’m not!”

Tuan Tuan seemed a little unhappy, but she was busy eating lollipops, she just stuck her tongue out at Xiao Tong and made a grimace.

“Poetry is the most boring thing, I’m just too lazy to learn it! It’s still delicious!”

Xiao Tong shook his head and snorted coldly, in the tone of a little adult: “Don’t seek progress! Dead wood can’t be carved!”

“Lord Sword God, you Look, Ye Tuantuan has this kind of learning attitude, she is so hard to learn, and if you make a fool of yourself in public, you are also disgraced!” Chen Bowen taught her a lesson.

Ye Fan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, “Mr. Chen, don’t worry about this, I don’t need my daughter to fight for my face.”

“Of course, it’s right to be studious, and I’ll let my child try to correct it.”

Xiao Tingshu revealed With a concerned expression, he said, “Sir Sword God, I have some experience in educating children. If there is any need, I am willing to come up with ideas.”

Ye Fan smiled and didn’t say anything, but just walked there. Articles written by Xiao Tong.

It was an appreciation of poems called “Wanren Mountain”, and the author turned out to be “the God of Prehistoric Poetry”.

If Ye Fan didn’t know how this “God of Poetry” came from, he would have thought that some people from the earth came here to promote earth literature.

“This article belongs to your son, right?” Ye Fan asked.

“Yes, I have been studying the works of the God of Poetry for the past few years, and the dog is also influenced by me, and has a talent for poetry.”

Xiao Tingshu said, and asked with a simple face: “By the way, the Sword God is a swordsman, maybe he doesn’t know,’ Where is the God of Poetry’, right?”

Ye Fan’s mouth twitched, “Do you know who he is?”

[End of this Chapter]