Xiaodong smiled and asked, "Is this written on the moon? Does it have a name?"

"Yes!" The little boy nodded shyly, "It's called Wan Chuyue."

"Hmm! When did you write it?"

"Last year, no, the year before...the year before that."

"The year before last? How old were you in front of me?"

"Ten years old..."

"Ten years old? Can you write such a sentence at ten years old?"

Xiaodong didn't believe it, and the expression on his face gradually became a little serious.

The fat man on the side saw that something was wrong in the atmosphere. He was afraid that Xiaodong would frighten the little boy again, so he quickly stepped in between the two of them, and asked Xiaodong with a flattering smile, "How else can I say he is a prodigy? What do you think I understand?"

Can he show it to Mr. Marquis?"

"How do I know if it's possible?"

Seeing the fat man's protective look, Xiaodong also realized that his behavior just now was a bit excessive.

After all, the other person is just a child. Even if he plagiarizes other people's poems, so what? Didn't the Marquis say it all? How can it be called stealing when it comes to scholars?

Therefore, Xiaodong, who had reacted, smiled again and said to the fat man, "I happen to have something to go to Mr. Marquis's place, so I'll just go and ask for you."

"That's a good relationship! That's a good relationship! I just want to trouble Brother Xiaodong. If you have time, I'll treat you to a drink, haha..."

When the fat man saw that Xiaodong didn't ask any more questions, his face suddenly became full of joy. He kept raising his hands to Xiaodong. It wasn't until Xiaodong's figure disappeared into the county government office that he breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the little boy.

I sat down on a relatively clean step nearby.

"Brother..."

Sitting on the somewhat cold steps, the little boy turned back and took a deep look at the ajar gate of the county government office, and asked the fat man, "Who was this person just now?"

"He?" The fat man also looked back and said with envy, "He is Mr. Xiao's personal soldier, and he is also the closest person to Mr. Xiao."

"Oh? Are the officers of the personal soldiers very big?" The little boy originally wanted to ask the fat man why he was afraid of this person, but when the words came to his lips, he felt it was inappropriate, so he changed his question to a more euphemistic question.

"He? He's not an official!" The fat man smiled bitterly, and then seeing the little boy's confused look, he explained, "But he is much more powerful than ordinary officials."

"Why...why?"

"Why? Have you never heard of the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister? Although he has no rank or rank, he is the popular man in front of the Marquis! There are many officials outside who can't curry favor with him.

superior!"

At this point, the fat man suddenly remembered something and looked at the little boy with a frown, "By the way, was that poem really written by you?"

"Of course!" When the savior asked the same question, the little boy's face turned purple, as if he had been slandered as a thief, and his eye circles began to turn red.

The fat man is right, he has been known as a child prodigy since he was a child! He was able to read at the age of three, write at the age of four, and write poetry at the age of seven!

Let alone this mere poem, it was worthless in the Tang Dynasty, which valued martial arts over literature. Even if it was worth a thousand pieces of gold... Well, then he really had to think about it...

"Okay, I believe you!"

Seeing that the boy looked aggrieved and about to cry, the fat man's tone gradually began to slow down, but he still whispered a few instructions.

"If the Marquis summons us later, you must pay attention to what you say. As for this poem, don't show off your shame easily. Your poem may scare Brother Xiaodong, but in front of the Marquis..."

The fat man didn't say the next words because he was afraid that if he really said it, it would damage the little boy's self-confidence.

However, the fat man who is a martial artist will never understand that in this world, there is a saying that civility is not the first and martial arts is not the second!

Even though the little boy is only twelve this year, and even though he almost starved to death outside the city a few days ago, when he heard the fat man's obviously flattering words, his unconvinced spirit as a scholar still surged instantly.

Come up.
Chapter completed!