Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

As he spoke, he pushed the old man beside Xiaoxiao away, and then laughed in a funny way, but Xiaoxiao held the old man back with a stern face.

"It's true that I don't know the dean of the academy, but at least I didn't insult him with any words other than saying 'impatient'. So what about the former number one scholar, and what about outstanding literary talent? Can't he be knowledgeable and at the same time, Are you also an ordinary mortal with emotions?"

"Who stipulated that calm people should not be bored, who stipulated that gentle people should not have a temper, and who stipulated that kind people should not care about gains and losses?"

"Even if I'm wrong, where is the malice in my words? Is it comparable to this person's slander against my family and parents? Is it comparable to your disrespect of pushing and shoving an innocent old man?"

The young man in blue who spoke first blushed, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute the old man and apologize for his companion, but the young man in white who had been criticized the most did not do it.

"Brother Tan, why are you apologizing? This village girl is wrong for humiliating our dean!"

Seeing that this man was not straightforward and strong, Xiaoxiao was angry and raised his hand to point to the plaque: "Look carefully at these four characters, the word '博' is steady and vigorous, the word 'wen' is like phoenixes and dragons flying, and the word 'book' is It's elegant and flying, but don't the last few strokes of the word 'courtyard' penetrate the back of the paper, as if they want to soar into the sky?"

"From this, I guess he got impatient by the end of the writing, so this is considered humiliating?"

"Then you call me 'mud-legged', 'wild girl', 'village girl', 'poor and sour', what does that mean? A blood feud?"

"Even today's Holy Father advocates farming to promote agriculture. I dare to ask where you are from, but you still look down on us farmers?"

A few words were clear and powerful, and they involved the Holy Emperor. The opponent was speechless. In front of the academy gate, Lei Shaoming couldn't do anything to a little girl, so he could only throw up his sleeves and said angrily: "I won't be with you." A little girl who knows her stuff is very fussy."

Xiaoxiao got angry: "If you say I have no knowledge, then this young master must be a man of literary talent and poetry. How dare you compete with me? If you win, I will apologize to this academy plaque. If I win, you will give me an apology." I apologize to my parents."

Just talk about her, and you can't bear to talk about her parents and family!

The young man seemed to have heard some big joke: "What do you want to compare with me?"

Xiaoxiao glanced at the academy plaque again: "Since our argument started with words, it will also end with words. We are better at writing. I am younger than you, and I have not read as many books as you. I will come up with the questions. You can Dare you respond?"

It was both a moral condemnation and an attempt to provoke the general to take action. The young man in white could only accept the challenge. Xiaoxiao added: "Prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone." When asked about the reason, she said confidently: "I am poor."

Xiaoxiao didn't notice the playful expression on the face of the old man behind her. There were trees planted on both sides of the academy. She helped him sit down under the steps shaded by the trees: "Where is your home? Do you want someone to pick you up?"

The old man shook his head: "No need, I agreed with my friend to meet here and just wait a while." However, after saying that, there was a grunt in his stomach, and he looked away awkwardly, trying to pretend that nothing happened.

But this little girl was so ignorant that she still asked: "Are you hungry?"

The old man had a dull face and shook his head at the few people who came out of the academy to tell them to stay away: "It's not bad..." Does he not want to lose face?

Xiaoxiao had already opened the bamboo basket she carried with her and took out the still warm chicken cake: "If you don't mind, you can eat it first."

The old man wanted to refuse at first, but this little thing was so fragrant that his hands seemed to have their own consciousness. If he refused, he would be blocked by the soft taste.

Delicious, sweet and soft, this girl is sensible!