But who is the son of the royal family who doesn't understand the meaning of these four words? It seems that Rong Leng has long been thinking about Hong Tao. Today, through his son's mouth, is he trying to take this opportunity to give a hint to everyone present
It implies that Rong Ling, literary talent and military strategy are also people who can compete for the throne
Rong Su thinks this way, and the prince also thinks the same way, but the relationship between Rong Su and Rong Leng is not good, but the relationship between the prince and Rong Leng is considered good, so the thinking can be regarded as the opposite. (饭)$(cun)$(小)$(说)$(网) Free reading
The prince didn't feel that Rong Leng's intimidation at the moment was aimed at him, after all they were talking and joking just now, and there was really no reason to tear their face apart suddenly, so why did Rong Leng do this at this moment
The prince's eyes became deep, his eyes turned twice on Liu Xiaoli's body, and then on Rong Leng's body twice, but he still couldn't see through.
On the other hand, Yu Wenyao curled his lips and touched Yan Pei who was still pondering the poem.
Yan Pei was interrupted by him, and cast a sideways glance impatiently.
Yu Wenyao approached Yan Pei's ear and said, "Who do you think wrote this poem?"
Yan Pei glanced suspiciously at Wenyao, and said as a matter of course, "Isn't Captain Rong?"
"Sure enough." Yu Wenyao laughed, picked up the tea in hand, and took a sip slowly.
Yan Pei was confused by Yu Wenyao's expression: "What do you mean? Isn't it Captain Rong?"
Yu Wenyao fixed his eyes on Liu Xiaoli, and said slowly: "Even if Rong Leng hides his clumsiness, he can't hide it for this reason, and the emperor just handed over Zhengemen completely because of his apparent lack of knowledge. Give it to him, train him to be the prince's future minister. Do you think Rong Leng might expose the whole truth in this situation in order to pamper the child? These people here today can be passed on at will. In the emperor's ears, Rong Leng is not afraid of losing the emperor's heart and causing the emperor to have suspicions against him?"
Yan Pei frowned, he had been raised in the house all year round, so he didn't know much about these court affairs, so he asked: "Then what do you mean, this poem was written by this child?"
Even though Liu Xiaoli had given him Red Blood Pills several times, he was already very grateful to him, but he didn't dare to think that a little child would be such a talented person.
Yu Wenyao shook his head again, with a smile in his eyes: "I think it was his father who did it."
"His father?" Yan Pei was stunned for a moment, and then remembered: "What you said last time, that Mr. in white? The master Rong Duwei invited from Jiangnan?"
"Following people like that, I'm not curious that this kid has such abilities. I'm sure his father wrote this poem by accident and he listened to it. Think about it, how capable is that person, and how much it takes to come to the capital." At that time, the case of the child's disappearance was solved by him to such an extent that he might find the murderer before the Chinese New Year. Now in the whole capital, whoever has lost a child will not regard Mr. Liu as a god? Just look forward to it He found the killers and rescued their children."
There are so many families who have lost their children in the whole capital. If they can find these children back, what kind of favor is it
No matter that Mr. Liu or Zhen Gemen, how much gratitude should he bear from the officials of the court and first-rank princes
Yan Pei heard it in his ears, but he didn't think too deeply about the case of the child's disappearance. He just looked at the child who was less than five years old in the distance, and began to wonder who his father would be.
Here, Yu Wenminxin tugged on Liu Wei's sleeve secretly, and said in a low voice, "Tell me, what exactly does the third prince want to do? Is he going to fight the prince?"
Liu Wei raised her eyes and looked at Rong Leng, who was drinking with her head down, without saying a word.
Yu Wenminxin was still saying: "In my opinion, the action of the third prince is really inappropriate. Even if it is through the mouth of this child, it is too much to read such a poem. I have such a low talent in poetry, and I can tell After seeing the wonderful scene in this poem, who would not be able to hear the other people present? Sister Wei'er, what do you mean by the third prince? He is not afraid of being too sharp and causing people to be vigilant?"
"Other people's affairs, I don't know." Liu Wei said casually, and was about to look away, but saw the face on the other side suddenly raised his head, and his deep and dark eyes were facing her from afar.
The moment the four eyes met, Liu Wei seemed to sense something different in Rong Leng's eyes, but that thing was fleeting, and when Liu Wei wanted to look for it again, it was already gone.
At this moment, after the high-ranking empress had been silent for a while, she said coldly, "It stands to reason that you should be given flowers after you read the poem, but if you don't read well, the flowers won't be given to you." .”
Everyone thought, it's not that it's bad, but it's great!
Liu Xiaoli blinked his big eyes, very confused and wronged: "Not good?"
The queen smiled slightly: "If you can compose another song, I will give you this flower."
As the queen said, she took an osmanthus flower from Shu Zhen's hand, and deliberately shook it towards Xiao Li twice.
Liu Xiaoli bent her chubby little fingers and gritted her teeth for the last time.
He opened his mouth and said:
There are eight trees in Nanzhong,
There are no four seasons in prosperity.
I don't know the wind and frost,
An knows the zero-fall period.
This poem is not as shocking as the previous one, but it is just as good.
The queen looked at Rong Leng again, this time, it was clear that Rong Leng hadn't said anything to the child, why did the child speak poetry
However, Liu Wei knew that it was written by a talented person named Fan Yun in Liang Shi, and it was also one of the poems she marked in "Three Hundred Tang Poems".
Liu Xiaoli seemed to have fallen in love with that sweet-scented osmanthus, so he recited another song out of anger, this time it was "Ode to Osmanthus" written by Lu Shengzhi of the Song Dynasty:
Monopolize the three autumns and suppress all fragrances,
Why orange and orange.
Since it was planted in the middle of the next month,
If the fragrance comes from the sky.
The queen was already in a daze at this moment, and the eyes of the others turned from Rong Leng to Liu Xiaoli.
One poem can be said to have been informed by the third prince in advance, but three poems in one breath, and the conception and meaning are all superior, so it is not easy to say that it was collusion in advance.
But, could it be that this poem was really written by a child less than five years old
is it possible? The child is still so young, I am afraid that he can't even recognize the words, but he can already compose such excellent poems
Liu Xiaoli saw that the Empress simply kept silent and didn't give flowers, and was so angry that he felt that he was being tricked, so he kicked the desk in front of him away, before everyone could react, Liu Xiaoli Ling had already grabbed the flagon and sat back a little.
So, everyone watched helplessly as a short-armed and short-legged little Douding kicked a mahogany table into the middle of the garden.
A table of pastries fell to the ground with a loud noise, and at the same time as there was a loud noise, a piece was clearly dented on the table, which was exactly the size of Liu Xiaoli's footprints.
"I want flowers!" Liu Xiaoli was very unhappy, her little face flushed.
The eunuchs and maids around saw this battle, and wanted to rush forward and shout "Guardian!" Because of this battle, it looked like an assassin was about to be assassinated, but unfortunately, the assassin who looked like an assassin was a child with no hair yet.
The eunuchs and court ladies swallowed all the words that came to their lips, thinking that if they really shouted out, they would be ashamed.