"Mu Han, I'm rather strange, why do you laugh?"

Feng Qiyue on the first seat saw everything in his eyes, and was more curious that in this case, a child made such a reaction and thing, but the parents sat in the position as if nothing happened, is it because of confidence or other reasons?

It's normal if Feng Qianmo doesn't care, after all, this child didn't grow up with him. It's just that little Meng Qiqi also grew up with Ling Han, could it be that Ling Han wasn't worried about being angry at all because of Xiao Meng Qiqi's words?

Looking at Ling Han, who was sitting calmly in his position, and the atmosphere at this banquet was also a little silent because of Xiao Meng Qiqi's words, Feng Qiyue suddenly had an idea in his heart.

It's not the first time I've seen Ling Han and Xiao Meng Qiqi. It's just that I didn't know much about Ling Han before; As for Xiao Meng Qiqi, Feng Qiyue knew a little bit about it, but he felt that this child's heart was sometimes like an adult, but today he laughed so loudly at the banquet; On weekdays, Feng Qiyue would really feel that this is no one in his eyes, and Yelang is arrogant, but when it is placed on Xiao Meng Qiqi's body, he always feels a little different.

With an exploration of Ling Han and a curiosity about Xiao Meng Qiqi, Feng Qiyue made up his mind in his heart, today he wants to see what kind of ability this mother and son have, and whether the holy decree he made before is it worth it?

Thinking of this, Feng Qiyue opened his mouth to interrupt the silence at the banquet; The weird atmosphere has also changed slightly, and it has slowly warmed up a little.

If it weren't for Feng Qiyue's special identity, Xiao Meng Qiqi really didn't want to pay attention to Feng Qiyue; It's just that since he was asked, in any way, little Monchiqi knew what he should do.

"Back to the emperor's grandfather, I don't think there is anything special or outstanding about Uncle Yi's poems." Answered directly and appropriately, without feeling that there was anything wrong with what he said, without concealing it, as if he didn't know that what he said would embarrass Feng Yangyu and those who complimented Feng Yangyu.

As soon as these words came out, not to mention the faces of the people who were flattering and flattering, even Qin Xuewei, who was sitting in her position, couldn't help but stand up from her position, looked at the little Meng Qiqi on the opposite side and endured the dissatisfaction in her heart, and pretended to be soft and said, "Mu Han can say such things, is it possible that he is also quite accomplished in poetry?" ”

A word wakes up the dreamer.

People who compliment the wind and feathers are also a little dissatisfied; Although the child's words were unscrupulous, they had no way to pretend that they hadn't heard anything, so they also took it to heart, and said one after another, "Xiao Shizi has a very big tone, so I don't know if his ability is so big." ”

"It's just a child, it's normal for the cowhide to blow a little bigger."

"A child can't compare with an adult, but if he can say such a thing, the person who wants to teach him has a certain ability."

……

The purpose of your words is very simple, I want to see what kind of ability Xiao Meng Qiqi or Ling Han have.

Subconsciously, they still thought that Ling Han and Xiao Meng Qiqi had nothing to do with this Jing Wang Mansion.

Turning a blind eye to everything around her, she still sipped her tea very calmly, Ling Han didn't take these people's words to heart, for her, the reason why these people are like this is just that she doesn't think she has the ability.

People who have been in the officialdom all the year round still have some eyes, and it is common to see the wind and rudder. If that's the case, then why bother with what they say.

Compared to Ling Han's composure, Feng Qiyue, who was sitting on the first seat, was a little uncalm; In itself, the purpose was to test Ling Han and Xiao Meng Qiqi, and now that the ministers were talking about it like this, they were also giving him a chance.

"Alright." He made a gesture in the direction of those ministers, and when the banquet calmed down, Feng Qiyue moved his gaze to the direction that Ling Han had done, glanced at Ling Han meaningfully, and then put his eyes on Xiao Meng Qiqi's body, "Mu Han also saw it, but you can't talk nonsense." ”

"I didn't talk nonsense!" Feng Qiyue's words were simply an insult to Xiao Mengqiqi's IQ for little Mengqiqi, "My mother can say a hundred times better than Uncle Yi's poems casually." ”

Hiss! Everyone at the banquet couldn't help but gasp, there was a great doubt about Xiao Meng Qiqi's words, and they couldn't help but put their eyes on Ling Han, who was calm and calm, no matter how they looked at it, they felt that what Xiao Meng Qiqi said was grandstanding.

Not credible.

Feng Qiyue wasn't all suspicious, standing in a neutral position, "Oh? He glanced at little Monchiqi with interest, and it was impossible to tell whether he believed or disbelieved what little Monchiqi said, but the only thing he knew was that he was very interested in what little Monchiqi said.

Immediately, Feng Qiyue set his eyes on Ling Han's body, and said matter-of-factly, "Since Mu Han said that Princess Jing is so talented, it is better to speak with facts." Princess Jing might as well compose a poem and let everyone here listen to it. ”

He had already thought that such a sentence would appear, and Ling Han was not surprised at all. From the time the queen first proposed to start composing poetry, she felt that this matter was not so simple.

Standing up indifferently from his position, Ling Han blessed his body, and said indifferently towards Feng Qiyue, "Children are not sensible, you don't have to take it to heart, the so-called fairy words are unscrupulous......"

Before the sentence was finished, Qin Xuewei on the other side couldn't bear it anymore, and her tone was a little arrogant, although there was no change on her face, "It's a good fairy tale without taboo." It's just that this kid has been talking for a while, and things have come to this point, so Princess Jing said that Tong Yan Wuji is a little late. ”

Unrelenting.

Qin Xuewei didn't plan to let Ling Han go.

I don't want to admit it, but I clearly know that Ling Han is the Qin Yihan who was beaten to death by a cane five years ago but suddenly resurrected for some reason; was already full of resentment, and he didn't think that Ling Han could have any kind of ability, and when he heard Ling Han shirk it like this, Qin Xuewei had already confirmed it.

Now Ling Han, who looks infinitely beautiful, is just an empty appearance, and he is ruined.

If you want to attract someone's attention, it's enough to come up with such a bad idea. Things have come to this point, where is there such a simple thing to stop? Qin Xuewei snorted coldly in her heart, today I will let you remove your hypocritical mask in front of everyone.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, as if she had seen Ling Han's aggrieved appearance that she couldn't even say a word in front of everyone, she felt happy when she thought about it, and her eyes couldn't help but be dyed with a trace of hideousness.

"Oh?" Ling Han was still indifferent, but there was a little more interest in his tone, "Listening to Princess Yi's words, I can't write poetry today?" ”

Almost choked on a mouthful of saliva, and reluctantly smoothed out, Qin Xuewei quietly looked around, and when she saw that everyone's faces had not changed, her heart calmed down a little. It's really sharp-toothed, and at this time I still want to pull her into the sewage. But this time she wasn't so easily defeated by this little slut.

The hands under the long sleeves were already tightly clenched, but there was some grievance on that delicate face, "What did Princess Jing say, my father also spoke, and I thought I wanted to hear Princess Jing compose poetry." Since it was what her father wanted to hear, as a daughter-in-law, wouldn't it be good for Princess Jing to obey her father's wishes. ”

Gee.

couldn't help but smack his tongue in his heart, Ling Han only felt that this Qin Xuewei's ability to reverse black and white was another level deeper.

Originally, it was also a simple matter, either to compose a poem or not to compose it; But now that it comes out of Qin Xuewei's mouth, it is a matter of course to compose poetry today, but not composing poetry is that she does not respect Feng Qiyue.

This crime is a big deduction.

Does she look like such a submissive person, though? It seems that the lesson she gave Qin Xuewei is not enough!

He frowned slightly, and seemed to be a little embarrassed. Ling Han glanced at Xiao Meng Qiqi beside him, then looked up at Feng Qiyue, who was sitting in his position without saying a word, watching the play from the sidelines, and smiled indifferently, "Since it is what my father wants to hear, how can there be any reason not to obey?" ”

Of course, he broke back two percent from one sentence, and then Ling Han glanced at Xiao Meng Qiqi beside him, "Since this matter is caused by the child's ignorance, then the child will start a story to compensate for everyone!" ”

The words fell, and there was an uproar at the banquet. No one thought that Ling Han would answer like this, everyone looked at the indifferent Ling Han in disbelief, but they saw that she didn't mean to laugh, and had already motioned for Xiao Meng Qiqi to stand up.

Xiao Meng Qiqi, who had always known his mother's thoughts, didn't think that Ling Han's approach was still a little flustered when he pushed him out of the exit, but when he saw the firmness and trust in Ling Han's eyes, his heart settled down.

Step by step, he walked to the middle of the banquet, and when he looked at Feng Qiyue on the first seat, a series of poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival suddenly entered his mind. It's just because, every year since he was born, he spent the Mid-Autumn Festival with Ling Han, and every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ling Han would always recite some poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival.

And little Monchiqi has already memorized it all in his mind.

With this assurance, Xiao Mengqiqi's heart has also stabilized, and his eyes are full of confidence. He bowed to Feng Qiyue, who was sitting on the first seat, and then said, "The stars are sparse and the moon is cold and the Milky Way is cold, and Wan Lai sings silently; Where to close the mountain home thousands of miles, the night to touch the guest sorrowful. ”

It was so quiet, so quiet that even the sound of the leaves falling could be heard clearly.

The people who were laughing at the little Mengqiqi cowhide blowing up to the sky in their hearts all widened their eyes and looked at the little Mengqiqi with a look of disbelief. No one thought that a child could write such a poem.

Ling Han was not surprised at all. As her son is a mother, she knows very well that if she is not 100% sure, how can she let little Mengqiqi go out to compose poems.

Feng Tianle, who had been silently watching all this happen, was also a little worried at first, but when he heard the poem "composed" by Xiao Mengqiqi, the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose slightly.

At the same time, I can imagine why little Monchich would know such a poem. Thinking about it, Ling Han was not suitable when he came to this world, and this kind of poem of missing his hometown was also emotional.

Feng Tianle understood the true meaning of this poem, while the others, although they did not fully understand it, thought about it in another way, thinking that Ling Han missed his hometown when he was in exile elsewhere and did not have the ability to return to the capital.

Some people don't know what to do, and the most touching of them is, of course, Qin Hui and Feng Qianmo.

Both of them knew what Ling Han's identity was, the former just thought that there was still a point of redemption, and the latter thought that he would treat Ling Han better in the future.

"Good, good!" Under the silence, Feng Qiyue, who came back to his senses first, clapped his hands again and again. Although I have been in contact with little Mengqiqi a few times, and I also know that little Mengqiqi is ghostly, I never thought that little Mengqiqi would have such a talent, "It's really a good poem!" ”

It's no wonder that the poems written by Feng Yangyu before are not very good. To be able to make such a poem at such a young age is a great thing in itself, and it is a genius!