This incident has become a well-known story in the Dingguo Mansion.

The housekeeper and the maid of the inner palace who were cleaned up by a three-year-old child, and the "inner house" was the six earl's mansions in the designated state mansion. Just take care of your own earl's house, called the inner house.

Since then, not only does no one dare to look down on the once little mute, but no one dares to look down on the people around the little mute.

Especially "his people".

However, after the age of three, he is still practicing "closed-mouth meditation", and most of the time, he is still silent.

As long as he opened his mouth, he said a few words, but he was not shocking and endless

The Dingguo Mansion is located in the southwest corner of the ancient city of Annam, the imperial capital of the Daxian Empire.

There is a river and a river that runs through the entire territory of the Daxian Empire, and this river stretches for tens of thousands of zhang, because it is called the Yangtze River. This river, its turbid waves are monstrous, the color is yellow, because of its yellow called the Yellow River.

Speaking of this river and this river, we have to talk about the two masters of the Daxian Empire.

The two masters with the highest martial arts realm in the legends of the Daxian Empire are the Holy Martial Emperor and the Empress Nirvana.

Emperor Shengwu rose from the Lingyin Secret Sect of Ladandong Peak in the depths of Tanggula Snow Mountain, the source of the Yangtze River, while Empress Nirvana was born in a Zen monastery on the bank of the Yellow River.

Before Empress Niwa became the queen, her identity was very mysterious, and it is rumored that there was no one from her mother's family, only the temple where she lived and practiced before, called "Tianji Zen Temple".

This Zen temple naturally became her nominal maiden home.

In the second year after she became the queen, in the second year of the Great Manifestation of Shengwu, somehow, the husband and wife joined forces to [slaughter the people of the Tianji Zen Academy], so she became a real loner, more lonely than the emperor.

Tianji Monastery is adjacent to the Yellow River, is located in a majestic mountain not far from the river bank, halfway up the ape mountain, after the ancient temple of 10,000 years was burned, the broken wall is ruined, full of desolation, it is miserable to see.

In the autumn of the sixteenth year of the Great Xian Shengwu, the old place of Queen Nirvana revisited, looking at the old site of the Tianji Zen Monastery that was razed to the ground, I don't know whether it is to see things and think about people or other reasons, but on the bank of the Yellow River opposite, the high-rise building is raised on the flat ground, and the name is "Stork Bird Tower".

On this day, the owner of the building is scattered, in the name of Queen Nirvana, and invites imperial celebrities to come to this building to enjoy the view dinner.

At this time, according to the "Two Phases, Three Princes and Eight Marquis" of the Daxian Empire, the first of the three princes was designated as the Duke of the Kingdom, and the little young master Jiang Dou, who had been silent in the house for three years, opened the golden mouth, and more than half a year has passed.

After half a year of fermentation, the name of Jiang Dou, the grandson of Dingguo Gong, has been widely spread in the upper circles of the Daxian Empire.

Mei Xi, the countess of the Dingguo Mansion, with her three-and-a-half-year-old son, was invited to the banquet.

On this day, distinguished guests gathered in the stork tower.

Jiang Dou didn't need to be hugged by others at this time, he walked briskly by himself, pacing slowly inside and outside the building, not at all like a naughty child who couldn't calm down, and the female guard Ding Ning followed behind him.

Jiang Dou saw that the appearance of this building has four eaves and three floors, which is magnificent and majestic, but there is a lot of things inside.

It is divided into six layers, the theme of the first floor shows the grand scenery of the empire, the second floor has a long history of ancestral culture, the third layer is an ancient civilization, the fourth layer is the charm of loess, the fifth layer is prosperous, and the sixth layer is a thousand miles away.

Looking at Jiang Dou's heart, he was breathtaking.

Ancient and modern conventions, on the occasion of the beautiful scenery, how can there be no inscription poems and dedication of Mokesao.

For a while, the Daxian Empire, a great country founded by force, has been prosperous for 16 years, and how can it not precipitate some literary giants and poets, and everyone has "offered ugliness".

After everyone finished the poems, the dinner began, and Jiang Dou was still outside the building to admire the building from a distance.

Mei Xi was afraid that her "son" would suffer, so she lay at the window and shouted: "My son has a banquet." ”

It's like a poor family coming out, I haven't seen the world, and suddenly it's delicious, and I call my son to come back and grab something to eat.

The guests were not only in attendance.

The guest of honor invited this time, Jiang Dou is the youngest.

He and Ding Ning stepped in from the door, and the landlord Sikong Sanren found a treasure when he arrived, took the initiative to greet him, and extended it to his mother's seat.

Everyone hears his name, and legend has it that although this son is only three years old, he is not inferior to adults in literacy.

There were people who didn't believe it, and reminded the landlord Sikong Sandao: "It is rumored that there is a prodigy in the Dingguo Mansion, and this is the son." The landlord should be in this grand scene, why not just let the poets just now, let this son read it, and wait for me to drink. ”

"Wonderful, wonderful. Everyone agreed, wanting to see and test.

Sikong Sanren's inquiring eyes looked at the third young grandmother of the Dingguo Mansion, he was a businessman, and he didn't dare to offend people easily.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Mei Xi knows that her son is fine, and he can read a few words, what is it, besides, this kind of big scene cannot lose the reputation of the Dingguo Mansion and the Count Chong's Mansion.

The two waiters dressed up and came to Jiang Dou with a stack of paper.

Jiang Dou stood up helplessly, still too short, and he could see that the little guy was half-squatting.

In order to make it easier for him to get along with others, he stood on the stool.

Who knows, he just glanced at it, and shook his head.

Then, the little hand went up and turned the page, and shook his head again.

Turning the page again, my head shook even harder.

He turned over all the way, shook his head all the way, and confused everyone.

This child, is there a word on the first page, turn it so fast, more than ten pages have passed, can't you find a page, can you read all the words?

After turning to more than a dozen pages, Jiang Dou didn't have the patience to turn it down anymore.

He stopped looking at the paper, looked up, and glanced at the crowd.

cleared his throat and said crisply: "This first song, title: Stork Tower in the snow."

The heavy snow fell fiercely, the house was full of tiles, the trees in front of the door were still green, the window lattice had leaked, the building was full of VIPs, the snow outside the building was scattered, the black dog was white, and the white dog was swollen. ”

"It's a contemptible man's doing, laugh. A man in a green shirt stood up.

"The second song, title: Praise the stork's tower.

Flat high-rise rises, storks belong to the first, the Yellow River water is not clear, upstairs is full of people. ”

"Offering ugliness and ugliness, despicable graffiti. A man in a white shirt stood up and sneered.

......

Jiang Dou recites a poem, and someone claims it.

In an instant, he actually finished reciting more than a dozen poems that had just passed his goal.

"He flipped through for a long time, and I thought I couldn't read. ”

"I'm only three years old, and I've only flipped it over just now, and I can actually recite it at my glance, God. ”

"Not a word, not a word, sure enough, prodigy. When the crowd saw that he had stopped, he stopped reciting, and all kinds of praises poured in.

Jiang Dou coughed lightly, and everyone fell silent.

At this time, the needle drop can be heard at the scene.

"You ...... Can it also be called poetry?" Jiang Dou looked around, and his cold tone made everyone not only frown.

He said slowly: "You guys are really ugly and laughing, it's just ugly, ridiculous. These few things of yours not only tarnish the name of the poem, but also defeat the elegance of the stork's tower. ”

"Shaft dares!"

"Don't be ashamed!"

"Arrogant!"

Among the people who were not calm, the number of people who had just been read the "poem" was beating, the green tendons on his neck were beating, his face was red, and he opened his mouth to reprimand.

"Ignorant child, the eyes are high, the hand is low, if you have the guts, you can try it!" said the suave man with a lupine scarf.

He also wrote a song, Jiang Dou hadn't turned it over at this time, and he was behind, he listened to the three-year-old inferior child, and degraded everyone to worthless, and he was a little annoyed and angry.

"What's so hard about this, get a pen and paper. ”

The people were busy, taking paper, handing pens, moving stools, and carrying tables.

After a few breaths, Jiang Dou has a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him, all available.

Jiang Dou grinded a few more laps by himself, took a deep breath, and wrote:

Climb the Stork's Tower

At the end of the day,

The Yellow River flows into the sea.

Destitute,

Better.

Twenty-four words, the dragon and the phoenix dance are done in one go.

It turns out that Jiang Dou is very young and has a lot of pen power, which is not far behind compared with many adults.

The crowd gathered around.

Some chant in a whisper, others read aloud.

Everyone was immersed in poetry.

Every word is so ordinary that it can't be more ordinary, but with such a combination of the whole text, the weather is natural, and the artistic conception is far-reaching, and even every word is fine, even if you modify any word, it becomes impossible.

Every word stands up to scrutiny.

There are good deeds among the people, looking out through the window, the west is the sunset at this moment, and the day is half covered by the distant mountains, not exactly "the end of the day". Nearby, the Yellow River rushes down into the endless sea. Isn't it the "Yellow River flowing into the sea". Than two sentences at the right time!

Although this building rises from the ground, there are also a lot of trees and debris around that block the view, and if you want to exhaust the line of sight, you can climb high and look far away.

Moreover, the last two sentences are not only looking at the things in front of you, but also a breakthrough in thinking, an improvement of the realm, and a broadening of the state of mind...... Heroic, majestic, profound...... Big pattern, big artistic conception, big vision.

If you want to describe the mystery of this poem, it is simply a fool's dream, and Jiang Lang is exhausted.

The whole poem is flat, rhymes, battles, rhymes, and ...... All of them are neat, proper, catchy, simply do not see the ancients before, do not see the comers after, read the world and the world, this poem is the best.

Not to mention the number of people on the first floor, even if the entire Daxian Empire, even in this world, there is no higher level of poetry than this poem.

It is said that there is no first martial arts and no second.

As soon as this poem comes out, how can anyone dare to call it the first poem.

This is not the first poem of the ages, and what is it.

Just now, the man who used the agitated method, the lupine scarf, pulled out the page of his poem from the hand of the little guy who was still stunned, and tore it apart.

Yang Tian sighed: "Genius, genius, it's a stunning work, the first poem of the ages." Ding has been obsessed with poetry for so many years, but he has always been a frog at the bottom of the well, and Ding swore in front of everyone in the stork tower today that he would never write poetry again in this life. ”

“......”

In the face of all kinds of praise, Jiang Dou, on the other hand, saw him sitting in his place as if no one was around, as if everything else had nothing to do with him except for the food in front of him.

This five-word quatrain of "Climbing the Stork Bird Tower" is really a great sound, not only by the owner of the building, Sikong Sanren made exquisite lettering and framed on the first floor of this building.

This poem and the name of "Little Poetry God" also spread from the stork tower on the bank of the Yellow River, and suddenly spread all over the north and south of the barbarian river.

Within a day, the poem reached the Imperial Palace of the Daxian Empire.

"At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to be poor, go to the next level...... Is this really the work of a three-year-old?

Incredible, incredible, I show that the empire has fought in all directions and determined the country by force, but I have been repeatedly despised by the barbarians in the south, saying that we drink blood and are wild and uneducated.

As soon as this poem comes out, who dares to underestimate me again, showing that there is no literature in the empire. It's simply a treasure of my empire, find this person as soon as possible, and reward him heavily!"

PS: Purple melon comes to the east of the new book, a new set sail, the new book needs to be scolded like a small sapling, ask for collection, ask for clicks, in short, everything begs!