Seeing that Li Chengqian was a little unconvinced, Li Yuan's face turned pale, and he comforted: "Chengqian, don't worry, the imperial grandfather can do anything, the policy theory is too lengthy compared to the legal poem, and the imperial grandfather's ideological height is too deep, if you write a policy theory, it is easy to expose it and not plagiarism......

The poems are different, the poems pay more attention to inspiration, pay attention to the nature of the article, and get it by chance. ”

After that, he gave an example, "This year, a poem made by a prodigy was circulated in Chang'an, called Yong Goose, I don't know if you remember?" ”

The first year of Zhenguan happened to be when King Luo Bin was seven years old. This year, the people of Chang'an Street, literati and writers talked about nothing more than the establishment of the Royal Academy of Medicine and a prodigy in Yiwu.

At the age of seven, he wrote a poem that made them sigh.

Li Chengqian frowned, thought about it carefully, and after a while, his brows were evacuated: "Chengqian thought about it, half a month ago, when Mr. Kong was teaching Chengqian, he mentioned the poem Yong Goose, and Mr. also compared King Luo Bing with Qingque, and sighed: Fireflies can compete with the sun and the moon, how can the pebbles of a hundred people be compared with the pearl of ten thousand people?" ”

When he heard Kong Yingda's comment, Li Chengqian was really happy for a long time. Although he can't be considered stupid, he is a little dwarfed by Li Tai, and he is inevitably a little dissatisfied in his heart.

When he learned that there was someone more powerful than Li Tai, a green sparrow singing in the Chang'an Palace, Li Chengqian's mood could be imagined!

And Wu Jue on the side also began to recite: "Goose, goose, goose, bend your neck to the sky." The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves. ”

"Yes, that's the poem." Li Chengqian stroked his palm and praised: "Xiao Jue'er, yes, it is this poem, Mr. Kong said that this poem can be compared with Wang Zhizhao's "Wild Hope" made at the age of eleven. ”

The king's edict is the king's achievement. He wrote the poem "Wild Hope" at the age of eleven.

From ancient times to the present, the Chinese people have talked about prodigies, and once they hear that a teenager has been admitted to Qingbei, they will compete to praise it. However, the ancient prodigies were more powerful, and the judgment of prodigies was more harsh, and often the prodigies of a dynasty were also called auspicious......

Gan Luo became the prime minister of Qin at the age of twelve, Cao Chong was called prime minister at the age of six, Cai Wenji, the daughter of Cai Yong, had no teacher of music and rhythm, Wang Ji wrote "Wild Hope" at the age of eleven and became famous in one fell swoop, Luo Bin Wang wrote "Song of the Goose" at the age of seven and became a children's song that has been passed down through the ages, and even Fang Xuanling, who was the prime minister at the time, was a prodigy when he was a child, and he was admitted to the Jinshi at the age of eighteen......

Not to mention Wang Ji's nephew Wang Bo, "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" may be comparable to Fan Zhongyan's "The Story of Yueyang Tower", but at that time, Fan Zhongyan was already dying, and Wang Bo was still in his youth.

There were more prodigies in the later Song Dynasty, so let's not mention them for the time being. Wang Anshi himself is a prodigy, and he also wrote about hurting Zhongyong's ridicule.........

"Jue'er, why do you also have this poem by King Luo Bin?" Li Yuan was surprised.

He suddenly felt strange in his heart, "The fox can confuse the master" was written by King Luo Bin to scold Wu Zetian.

Why do you see that this girl still has little stars shining in her eyes now, and she seems to worship Luo Bingwang very much?

Since ancient times, they have all been beautiful women and talents......

Could it be?

She's only four years old!

Wu Jue didn't have Li Yuan's crooked thoughts, she played with the green silk hanging down her forehead, and said with a grin: "This song of goose was taught to Xiao Jue'er by Sister Huaping." ”

In ancient times, there were no girls' schools, and women's enlightenment was usually done at home, and families with conditions would let their housewives teach their daughters to learn poetry, books, etiquette, and music, and of course the poor had no conditions.

In Da'an Palace, the painting screen volunteered to be Wu Jue's enlightenment first.

"Xiao Lizhi will too, Grandpa Huang, you can praise me." Li Lizhi stopped the carriage, ignored her brother Li Chengqian, jumped into the carriage that Li Yuan was riding in the back, and said coquettishly.

Li Yuan smiled and coaxed the two little girls to make them happy, and then instructed the maid to take out a pen and paper and start writing slowly.

In his previous life, his calligraphy was not up or down, but it was better than ordinary people, and it was not as good as those top masters of ink, so he could only barely say that he could see the past.

After coming to Datang, when I was in my spare time in Cuihua Mountain, I practiced calligraphy when I had time.

The cultural atmosphere is different, and the rate of improvement is obvious.

The four-line poem leaps onto the page:

On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

In the leftmost blank space is filled in the title of the poem, "Compassion for Nong".

The poem is simple, but far-reaching, and the warning is even more significant, which is very much in line with Li Chengqian's age of eight years and his status as a prince.

"Presumably, as soon as this poem comes out, the position of the prince of Chengqian will be as stable as Mount Tai." Li Yuan secretly sighed.

Li Chengqian is undoubtedly a tragic prince, and when he was a child, he was unanimously praised by the court like the children of the neighbors.

But when he became an adult, everything seemed to change, especially the death of the eldest grandson. Not only did Li Shimin gradually become impatient with him as a prince, but at the same time, Li Chengqian's temperament became more and more violent, and mediocre things came one after another......

In the end, a generation of princes rebelled, how sad!

There is no place to enter, there is no place to retreat, like a beast that gradually falls into a hunting net, the more it struggles, the tighter it is entangled, but if it does not struggle, it will die.

And now, as soon as the poem "Compassion for Nong" comes out, no one can shake his position as the prince, as long as he is not as mediocre as the original time and space, then no prince can challenge.

"It's just...... Speaking of the prince, Poor Dao seems to be good to Li Ke. ”

Li Yuan was a little embarrassed, he had also hinted at the throne in Li Ke's heart......

Now that he is doing this, the Emperor Taishang suddenly feels like a man with a heart of flowers, stepping on two boats!

Oh no!

It is three boats, and he himself wants to relay the throne in the hands of Li Shimin.

"It seems that in the future, we must be poor and become the emperor first, otherwise the two emperors and grandsons will be good...... It's a hassle to pass it on to anyone! Li Yuan thought happily in his heart.

The throne must be inherited by him, as long as he is there, Li Ke and Li Chengqian will not be able to make trouble.

After wanting to hear this, he handed the ink treasure in his hand to Li Chengqian.

"Who knows that Chinese food is hard work." Li Chengqian took the paper with the ink not yet dry, and opened his mouth to read.

It's just that his talent is really an ordinary person, where can he compare to Li Tai's intelligence, I can only feel that this poem looks good, the words are concise, and it is catchy to read, but I don't see the deep meaning of this poem.

"Thank you Grandpa Huang, Cheng Qian can give an account to Mr. Kong if he has this poem." Li Chengqian said happily.

"It's okay, it's okay, remember that the imperial grandfather understands everything, and if there is anything that won't be in the future, you can just ask, your imperial grandfather and I will know everything." Li Yuan touched Li Chengqian's head and spoke.