However, Emperor Gao Xi deliberately stiffened his face.

"Why, you don't trust me? Could it be that I would be unjust? ”

His question frightened Ran Wen, and immediately knelt down to say good things for his son: "Your Majesty, don't be angry, he is a childish man who speaks nonsense, His Majesty is the most just emperor in Kyushu, the minister is guilty, the minister is guilty." ”

Yu Ruoxian knelt down with her husband, and Ran Shaoshang also knelt down.

Emperor Gao Xi grew up with Ran Wen since he was a child, and Ran Wen was also regarded as the prince's companion, when he won the country and fought the world, Ran Wen was the most convenient knife in his hand to help him sweep the world.

Therefore, Ran Wen rarely kneels down to himself in such a sincere fear.

Xuanyuan Zheng didn't know what to think, so he hurriedly asked someone to help him up.

"You too, if you move and say that you are guilty, what is the guilt? They will use their knees to force me. After saying that, he actually laughed first.

Yu Ruoxian was also helped up by the palace maid beside her.

In the family, only Ran Shaotang did not kneel.

Emperor Gao Xi glanced at her and said, "If you stop, everyone's eyes are bright, whether it is a good poem or not, I can't help but have the final say." ”

When Ran Shaotang knelt down in the family, he thought about it, this poem, if you want to memorize it, you can memorize the most supporting scene.

She immediately saluted respectfully, and opened her mouth to recite a poem describing fireworks.

Since the poem that wrote fireworks just now is the word, let's change the poem.

"The ingenuity of the world is heavenly, and the refining of medicine and the lighting of the lamp are the same as the day.

The catkins fly and the remnants are paved white, and the peach blossoms are full of red.

They are as brilliant as a starfall, and the fire is like a fire attack.

The night after that, turn over the flowers and brocade, and do not worry about falling to the east wind. ”

After everyone listened, they were about to discuss, but Ran Shaotang didn't give them a chance and continued to recite a poem in praise of snowflakes.

"The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom. ”

After the snowflake is finished, it is a plum blossom again.

"There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance. ”

Ran Shaotang thought about it, in addition to plum blossoms, there are also daffodils in winter.

Who wrote well in the daffodils?

After thinking about it for a while, she thought of Huang Tingjian's song "Wang Chongdao Sends Fifty Daffodils" in the Song Dynasty.

"The Limbo fairy is dusty socks, and the water is light and light.

Who recruited this soul-breaking soul and planted it as a cold flower to send sorrow.

The deodorant wants to fall into the city, and the alum is the younger brother Mei is the brother.

Sitting on the right is really annoyed by the flowers, and goes out with a smile. ”

After memorizing these four poems, Ran Shaotang couldn't think of what kind of flowers there were in winter for the time being, but he stopped and thought about it.

At this time, the hall was silent.

A child composes four poems in a row, each singing an object.

And the first song is exquisite, which makes people have endless aftertaste.

It seems that the title of Kyoto prodigy is about to change hands.

Emperor Gao Xi was the first to break this tranquility.

"Good poetry, good poetry. Wonderful. is worthy of being the eldest son of Qianshan, and he doesn't show mountains or dew on weekdays, and he hides it really deeply. His last sentence made Ran Wen sound a little profound.

Alas, if it weren't for the portrait of the Medicine King, he wouldn't have let Shaotang be in the limelight.

This kid too, it's good to make a song, why do you do so much? What a rival, I'm afraid that His Majesty won't recruit you into the palace?

"Your Majesty has won the prize. This kid is just a stuffy gourd on weekdays, he doesn't like to talk, so he reads a book. The minister didn't know that she could make so many poems at once. ”

Ran Shaotang thought to himself, this is also thanks to the timely education in the last days. If the teacher hadn't forced her to memorize these things every day, how could she remember them so clearly.

The amazing in the eyes of others is just that she has a good memory and carries it well and quickly.

Ran Shaoxuan wanted to know that Ran Shaotang was in the limelight like this, and she didn't immediately reveal her false face.

At this time, her mood is beyond words.

Looking at her brother who was standing behind Ran Shaotang stupidly, she actually had a little hatred in her heart.

How good it would be if this limelight was his brother.

It's Ran Shaotang.

She hated it, but she couldn't say anything.

Although she is small and does not read much, she can also read the weight of these poems from the expressions of adults.

The eldest princess Xuanyuan Xiang endured herself and didn't let herself look too angry.

She really didn't expect Ran Shaotang to have such ability. I really underestimated her.

And Yu Ruoxian, happy and worried, fighting contradictory in her heart.

Shaotang fought for herself, and was expected to get the portrait of the medicine king, which made her overjoyed.

However, she was also worried that Shaotang would be too showy and suddenly be targeted, causing unnecessary trouble.

Fortunately, there were still seven or eight months left, and the side of Jingshan came to pick her up. It's good to get through this time.

Ran Shaoshang was so excited that she was about to cry.

Her brother slapped these nasty people in the face, and she was relieved when she looked at it.

Ran Shaozu stood behind Shaotang, his eyes were as dark as deep.

After Emperor Gao Xi finished praising him, the ministers began to take turns to stage praise.

All of a sudden, Ran Shaotang's poems were simply praised to the sky.

Those children who were not convinced did not dare to say anything anymore. Even Shen Weizhong glanced at Ran Shaotang twice, but the expression in his eyes was complicated, making it impossible to distinguish what emotion it was.

"You deserve this leader, come on, come on, bring this portrait of the medicine king to her, and reward a set of four treasures in the study, one hundred taels of gold. The other children will each be rewarded with a set of four treasures of the study and one hundred taels of silver. ”

"You must study hard, the future of Gao Xiguo is tied to you, and you must not live up to my expectations."

The Queen Mother smiled and looked at Ran Shaotang.

Emperor Gao Xi's words excited the fighting spirit of the children present, although Ran Shaotang felt that this Gao Xi country had nothing to do with him in the future, after all, in the previous life, it was Gao Xi's new master who beheaded the entire Ran family. She didn't want to be involved in Gao Xi's future.

But she still followed everyone to kneel down with her.

When the portrait of the Medicine King was in hand, she let out a long breath and looked at her mother, who was looking at herself with a smile on her eyebrows.

Ran Shaotang suddenly felt that although the performance just now was brain-consuming, it was worth it.

After the table was removed, it was finally the turn of the folk juggling troupe to enter the hall to perform.

The sons can occasionally be seen on the street when they go out, but the daughter-in-law in the boudoir and a few little princesses and princes can't see these.

A flame erupted from his mouth, causing the children to exclaim with excitement and joy.

The frustration of losing the game just now vanished.

Just as the adults and children were laughing and laughing, a small yellow door suddenly ran into the hall in a panic from outside.

"Report, report to Your Majesty, there is something urgent."

Huang Men Ling beside Emperor Gao Xi walked down the steps quickly, and went up to meet the little yellow door who "snapped" and gave a loud slap to the little yellow door who reported the news.

"Bastard, is this what makes you scream? If you are shocked, you can't afford to lose ten heads. Tell me, what's the matter? ”

The little yellow door covered his face aggrievedly, knelt down and replied vaguely: "The slave should die." Slaves deserve to die. Yes, it was the library that caught fire. ”