Xiaobao's height is not as high as Taifu's waist, and he has to look up like a little bit, with a pair of big and black eyes, and his face is full of complaints: "Ha! I still have to write poetry! But how hard it is to compose poetry......"

When the emperor and Concubine Li heard Xiaobao's complaint, they both smiled.

That's right, too! How could a country child be exposed to the subject of poetry?

Ling'er will win this round!

Sure enough, the little prince contemptuously 'cut' and said proudly: "What's so difficult about composing poetry!" Hillbilly, look at this prince! ”

When the sound fell, the little prince picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in style, and then began to write hard.

And Xiaobao is playing with the brush head, holding his chin, as if thinking about how to write?

As everyone knows, Xiaobao is just thinking about which poem about spring to write?

Seeing that Xiaobao couldn't put pen to paper, Mo Yunheng's heart also became nervous.

And beside him, Yun Qingxue pinched her handkerchief and made a worried and nervous look: "Brother Yun Heng, Xiaobao is only afraid that he can't compose poetry, and if he continues like this, he is afraid that he will lose." Shall we help him? ”

Although she and Concubine Li's plan has not yet started, since there is a good show to watch, it is not too late to watch the play first and then sing a good show......

Although she said that she would help Xiaobao, she was thinking in her heart that if people found out that Xiaobao was cheating, it would be a good show!

However.

She underestimated Mo Yunheng's calmness.

Mo Yunheng lazily played with the wine glass, silent, but his eyes inadvertently fell on the leisurely and calm face of Lu Jiangli.

This woman is still drinking??

Is she really not worried about Xiaobao? Or do you have confidence in Xiaobao?

So much so that there is no fear that he will lose?

He was suddenly curious, what kind of woman can teach such an excellent son?

He used to think that she was just a country woman who didn't know any etiquette rules, let alone poetry and songs; He thought her only strength was that she could heal!

But later, he gradually discovered that this woman not only had the pinnacle of medical skills, but also was proficient in alchemy, and she could also learn what sect to break the soul palm.

Just when he thought he knew her well enough, Xiaobao showed amazing talent!

It is far better than other children in terms of martial arts and literature......

And he knew that except for martial arts, everything else was taught by her.

She can train Xiaobao so well, which proves that she can do these poems and songs, six arts, etc.!!

She is like a treasure buried deep under the sea, and every time she excavates it, she can bring shocking surprises......

After a deep sigh, Mo Yunheng said with a faint smile: "No need! I'm sure Xiaobao will win! ”

At this time, half of the incense stick has passed, and Xiaobao is still struggling with which one to write!

Seeing that the little prince was about to finish writing, he didn't bother anymore, so he simply wrote 'Yongliu'!

Since he decided which poem to write, Xiaobao also wrote the whole poem quickly.

Almost at the same time, the two shouted, "It's done!" ”

Taifu stroked his beard, slowly walked past the little prince, first picked up the little prince's poems and glanced at them, and smiled very gratifyingly: "Not bad!" The poem of the little prince is very meaningful and concise! Catchy and easy to see at a glance! If the old minister remembers correctly, the little prince is only six years old this year, right? It's not easy for a six-year-old to write such rhyming verses! ”

The little prince was secretly proud, and Taifu finally praised himself!

And when the emperor heard that his youngest son was praised, he was naturally also happy, and Lang Lang laughed and said: "Ling'er can get the appreciation of the Taifu, it seems that Ling'er's poetry is very progressive!" Taifu might as well read it and listen to it, I also want to see what kind of poem Ling Er wrote? ”

Taifu hugged his fists and responded, "The emperor and all of you listen: the breeze blows the clothes, the fragrance of flowers is sent to the face, and the shade under the trees is looking for a cool." ”

As soon as Taifu's words fell, everyone was quiet for a while.

The emperor tasted the artistic conception in the poem, and was the first to applaud: "Good! Good poetry! Ling Er really didn't disgrace me! ”

Looking at the poems written by her son, Concubine Li couldn't close her mouth happily: "Yes, although this poem is concise, it depicts the breath of spring vividly, it seems that Ling Er usually works hard." ”

Even the emperor applauded, and the ministers below naturally applauded.

"The Four Princes are really geniuses! I started writing poetry at the age of six, which is unprecedented. ”

"That's right, the eldest prince didn't start writing poetry until he was seven years old!"

"The Four Princes will win this round!"

The eldest prince who was compared to the eldest prince did not mention how ugly his face was.

Taifu's expression was very normal, and he slowly walked to Xiaobao's side; When looking at the poems written by Xiaobao, he was not calm again!

With trembling hands, he picked up Xiaobao's verses: "This—This is what you wrote?" ”

Xiaobao nodded blankly: "Of course, aren't you watching?" ”

Taifu seemed to be too excited, and said several 'yes' incoherently: "Yes, yes, yes!" It's what we're watching! This is a genius! It is incredible to write such beautiful and meaningful poems at such a young age! ”

The emperor looked at Taifu's expression, chuckled in his heart, and said quietly: "What poem did this Xiaobao write?" How can Taifu be like this? Why don't you read it and listen to it? ”

"Yes! The emperor listens: Jasper is made into a tree high, ten thousand hanging down green silk, I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors! Compared with the two poems, Lao Chen feels that Xiaobao's poems are more charming! ”

As soon as Taifu's voice fell, Lu Jiangli applauded warmly: "Okay!" Little treasure is great! ”

Compared with the collective applause for the little prince, Lu Jiangli's applause was too thin.

At this time, Mo Yunheng and Qin Yue also applauded in unison: "Papapa......"

Mo Yunheng raised a rare smile at Xiaobao: "Xiaobao writes very well!" ”

Xiaobao rolled his eyes silently, his mother taught him, of course it's good!

The ministers actually thought that Xiaobao's poems were better, but they didn't dare to say a word.

Taifu didn't think about it, so he announced: "Lao Chen announced that this round is also ......"

"Wait!"

When Taifu was about to announce, Concubine Li suddenly shouted: "Master Taifu, this round is calligraphy!" Poetry is only part of it, and this handwriting should also account for half of it, right? Hongu looked at Xiaobao's handwriting and seemed to be a little difficult to explain......"

was reminded by Concubine Li like this, and Taifu noticed Xiaobao's handwriting.

The small seal written by the little prince, and the regular script written by Xiaobao, and the handwriting eyebrows are fluttering, and even a little curved, just like a new hand who has just learned to write......

After comparing it, Taifu sighed and said, "Niangniang reminded me very much!" In terms of poetry, Xiaobao's poems are even better! In terms of handwriting, Xiao Poke is much inferior! I'll have to practice a lot in the future! Your Majesty, how is this game calculated? ”

The emperor was embarrassed.

If Ling Er is completely judged to win, it seems to be too biased.

If Xiao Baosheng is judged, then Ling Er will lose completely!

He will also lose face!

The emperor looked at Lu Jiangli silently: "Lu girl, what do you say?" ”

Lu Jiangli drank two sips of wine, his cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes were a little drunk: "Me? I'm casual! Let's let Xiaobao say it! ”

She shook her head top-heavy, damn it! It's not the first time she's drunk yet, so why is she so drunk after only two sips that she can't stand still?

Looking at her drunk, Mo Yunheng frowned slightly, his heart suddenly spasmed, and he began to hurt again.

He raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup, and when he wanted to get up and walk to her, Su Shaoqing took the first step, moved the chair to her, and said something to her with a low smile.

Then I saw her smile silly......

How could she smile at a man so casually......

I'm still smiling so happily!