Su Yan suddenly looked at Xiao Bai suspiciously, extremely surprised.

When did this happen when the emperor came back and wrote a poem to him in front of Xiao Bai?

What is Xiao Bai talking about?

Lu Qingyun sneered in a disdainful voice at the tip of his nose at this time, "Who wouldn't talk big?" I want to hear the poem, and I want to see if there really is a more apt description of the majestic palace than this one! If you can't do it, then it's all empty words! Also, if you can't do it, I want you to apologize to me, to my teacher! ”

Xiao Bai sneered: "If I can't do it, I'll crawl out on my knees from here!" ”

“……”

Su Qing'er Xiao Zhan suddenly frowned, wondering if Xiao Bai was too arrogant!

How old is he, and what kind of poetry does he compose?

Could it be that his father really made a good poem, and he happened to praise the palace? Did you read it to him?

All of a sudden, Xiao Bai boasted so much about Haikou, and said that if he couldn't write a better poem than Lu Qingyun, he would crawl out on his knees from here, and everyone would focus on this little doll who looked like he was only ten years old.

"Then you read it!" Lu Qingyun suddenly urged.

Xiao Bai looked at Lu Qingyun, and then pouted: "Hurry a yarn?" ”

Everyone laughed helplessly, a ten-year-old child, whether it was bragging, sarcastic about others, or scolding people, seemed so weird and funny, it was really funny!

"Listen up! I'm going to start reading! Xiao Bai suddenly shouted.

He felt that he was very domineering, but as everyone knows, his words as forceful as "Get out of the way, I'm going to start pretending to be forced" seemed so funny to the ears of everyone present.

In an instant, there was another burst of laughter.

"General Xiao, the second son, is really cute......"

"yes, childlike ......"

"Can he really write poetry?"

"What do you think, indeed, there are no genius prodigies in this world, who can read and write at the age of three, and can memorize poems at the age of five, but do you think that a ten-year-old child, composing his own poems, has to make a poem that has more profound meaning than Mr. Bai of Lingfeng Academy, is this possible?"

"Yes, but this second son of General Xiao, this little demon king who is well-known to everyone in Longlin City, is indeed interesting! Hahaha...... If it were my family, I wouldn't have the courage to stand up at this time! ”

“……”

"If you want to read it, why are you talking about it? Do you really think you can deceive me and deceive the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty? Lu Qingyun snorted coldly!

Xiao Bai ignored him, but suddenly stood up straight, trying his best to make his small body look so upright and lofty.

Pretending to be forced, how can you lose the momentum?

"The heavy eaves and green tiles are embellished with heavenly silk, and the jade building fence is inlaid with colorful dragons. Fengque cloud dragon pan jade pillar, golden bridge and clear water around the palace. The solemn and solemn Jinluan Palace, clear and exquisite. I like to see the prosperous era of poetry in today's dynasty, and the vicissitudes of the earth are full of singing. ”

After reading it, Xiao Bai said: "This poem was written by my grandfather, when I was young, he read it, and I couldn't understand it!" But I think it's definitely better than the one you read...... Your poem is only four sentences, this one has eight sentences, and you are only half as good as me! ”

The crowd laughed again, thinking to themselves how the deep meaning of the poem could be determined by the number of words.

However, the poem read by Xiao Bai is really extraordinary.

The song that Lu Qingyun recited before, whether it is the deep meaning of the words, the gorgeousness of the scenery, or the artistic conception, it is far away from it for several streets......

As for the last sentence, "I like to see the prosperous era of poetry in this dynasty, and the earth is full of singing", how can it be compared to what "royal grandeur and public amazement"?

Just like Xiao Bai said before, amazement? What an ass you have!

How broad is the artistic conception of this poem written by Prime Minister Su Dacheng in his early years?

In today's prosperous era of poetry, the earth is endowed with singing......

How beautiful is this artistic conception......

Everyone was surprised and looked at Su Yan one after another, and Long Ying also showed a smile again at this time, how to say, the face of the royal family and the Longxia Empire has not been lost, but it has a long face.

How could he not be happy?

"Prime Minister Su, you have such literary talent, why didn't you stand up earlier?" Long Ying laughed.

Su Yan suddenly laughed, and he didn't know how to answer.

Xiao Bai stood up at this time, took over the conversation and said: "Back to Your Majesty, my grandfather doesn't want to be as knowledgeable as a junior, and wants this surnamed Lu, yes, just this guy who always uses his nostrils as eyes to see people, has no literary talent, and always steals the poems written by his teacher to show off his limelight, I want him to be in the limelight, after all, in our Longxia Kingdom, everyone is humble and studious, and treats people with courtesy." After all, they were guests from afar, but who knew he was so shameless? I jumped out and didn't say anything, and humiliated my grandfather like this, my grandfather was generous, too lazy to bother with him, but I can't, he humiliated my grandfather, he was so rude......"

Long Ying suddenly looked at Xiao Bai, and the praise in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

Xiao Bai's words are too good.

Longxia country, everyone is humble and studious to treat people with courtesy?

Lu Qingyun kicked his nose in the face?

In such a comparison, Su Yan is generous, Lu Qingyun is just a piece of, the villain is ambitious, and narrow-minded.

"Okay, okay, you little doll, you are also a bad mouth, how can you say that about guests? Lu Gongzi doesn't care about you, and I also read your childish words, so stop. Long Ying smiled.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

——

No one pays attention to Lu Qingyun now, even if his face is purple at this time, even if he can't wait to find a crack to get into now, but who cares about it?

Some literary people are muttering in their hearts that Xiao Bai just read the poem, but they haven't come back to their senses yet.

And Xiao Zhan and Su Qing'er also looked at Xiao Bai with appreciation at this time, and I have to say that Xiao Bai's move not only brought back face to Su Yan, but also slapped the face of the people in the Academy of Literature of Lingfeng Academy!

The most infuriating thing is that Xiao Bai is still a ten-year-old child!

Those people, first, can't even compare to a child, and second, even if they are angry, if they are angry with a child, they seem to be too hungry.

The most shocking thing was Su Yan!

Have you ever written a poem, don't you know?

Could it be that this poem was actually written by his own mischievous grandson?

Could it be that under his naughty appearance, there is still a hidden knowledge in his mind?

This can't be Xiao Bai plagiarized the poems of his predecessors and read them, who is not full of poetry and books for those present?

If this poem was written by a predecessor, it is impossible for no one to discover it and not come out and debunk it.

If it is really Xiao Bai's work, then he really has to look at his grandson again!

Lu Qingyun, holding his teacher's poems, came to the limelight.

And he, the poems he wrote, still said that they were written by others, and he didn't want to be in the limelight.

How noble is he in such a comparison?

No, how could he inexplicably steal the limelight that should have belonged to his grandson? Can't you blush your old face?

He deserves to be admired, and this poem is enough for him to be remembered by the world!

This poem will surely be remembered through the ages!!

Thinking so, Su Yan stood up and said: "I will clarify some things, my grandson is too modest. I didn't write this poem, he wrote it all by himself, but for some reason, he wanted to push it on me......"

"Father, are you joking?" Su Qing'er answered at this time. "Xiaobai, how can he have such literary talent, don't put a high hat on him......"