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Liang Dong didn't give in, and immediately shook his head and chanted poetry: "Feiqiong hugged and sent down to Yaochi, and the wheat thousand cars on the Xueqing River." Lianling went to Tianzhi a few feet, and turned back to Longyu. ”

This is what he has been thinking about all night, specifically thinking about dealing with Nalan Changyi at the banquet today, and by the way, it will also make his father have a long face. Sure enough, when he finished his poem, the crowd applauded.

"Good, well done."

"It's really a generation of talented people, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and one wave is stronger than the other."

"They are all good sons of our Western Chu Kingdom, and they will definitely be able to become champions in the future."

Everyone praised one after another, you and I said a word, looking at Liang Dong's eyes became different, from plain to praise, and said, "If only my children could write poems like him." ”

"Hmph, what the hell, it's messy, I can't understand a word." Only Mo Xuerou listened to it and muttered directly.

"You know the." When Liang Dong heard this voice, he hurriedly said, "How can you understand it if you are so stupid." ”

"You!" Mo Xuerou didn't know that this Liang Dong actually scolded in public, and suddenly felt that this person was really uneducated.

Mo Jianchen also had a dark face when he listened to it on the side, and he really looked at Feng Yuanhou's face, and he didn't care about it like a child: "Young Master Liang Dong is very smart, versatile and wise, and his poetry is like a simple gift, which is incomparable to ordinary people." ”

Mo Jianchen praised Liang Dong perfunctorily.

Liang Dong raised his head proudly, snorted coldly, and didn't pay attention to her.

Liang Quanbo looked at his son's bullshit, but when he thought about it, his son was much better than before. I saw him fighting all day long except eating, and he was not serious, but I didn't expect that he could still read poems after being locked up in his room for a few days, and he was suddenly happy.

No matter what the content of the poems he composed, if he could make poems, he was already impressed by his son, and naturally he laughed happily.

"My son has improved a lot recently, which makes my father very happy." He also praised his son and patted his son's little face, "It's a good son of Daddy." ”

Liang Dong was satisfied, and then looked at Nalan Changyi, he didn't believe that he could make better poems than him.

"It's your turn, Nalan Changyi?" He screamed.

Nalan Changyi lowered his head, as if he was thinking, and he couldn't write poetry for a long time.

"Haha, look at your cowardice, it shouldn't be that you can't do it, right?" Liang Dong shouted happily, "It doesn't matter if you can't do it, you can admit defeat now, and call Young Master Liang three times, you are so powerful, I won't care about you." ”

Liang Dong smiled happily, a little carried away.

Luo Qingluan saw such a scene, but she was not in a hurry at all, because she believed that his son had the ability to never forget. The story of the seven gourd babies, he can remember it after listening to it once, not to mention just a few lines of poetry.

"Okay, then I'll recite one if I'm embarrassed." Nalan Changyi was very helpless.

"Do what you want, less nonsense." Liang Dong couldn't get used to him the most.

"The silver candle autumn light is cold, and the small fan flutters fireflies. The night is as cool as water, and you can sit and watch the morning glory Vega. Nalan Changyi recited a song.

Immediately, the scene was silent, and for a moment, the banquet scene seemed to be so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling, and everyone held their breath, carefully recalling what the child had just said.

"Oh my God, that's amazing."

"I can't imagine that this kid can have such a talent."

"The poems that come out are so amazing."

"Talent, this is,"

"Sure enough, he is still talented, he is rich and rich, I admire, I admire."

Everyone couldn't help but have another understanding of Nalan Changyi from the bottom of their hearts. Thinking of Wei Tianlin's words just now that he was a prodigy, he couldn't help but nodded, as if he believed it.

Look at Liang Dong again, in comparison, the poems he said are not worth mentioning at all, in front of him is a heaven and an underground, with a difference between clouds and mud.

When Liang Dong saw this, he was very unconvinced, it was really unreasonable.

Why? Just now, everyone was praising him, why did he praise Nalan Changyi again? These people are just the grass on both sides of the wall, which makes him angry.

"Nalan Changyi, you cheat, you copied this poem!" Liang Dongda didn't believe in such a poem from the bottom of his heart, it was written by Nalan Changyi.

Hearing him say this, everyone became suspicious again: "Yes, yes, it is impossible for a five-year-old child to have such talent, is it really copied?" ”

Seeing that everyone was talking, Nalan Changyi was embarrassed to admit it, but was stopped by Luo Qingluan.

"I don't know, has anyone heard this poem?" Luo Qingluan asked everyone rhetorically.

Her voice was neither light nor heavy, but it was just enough for everyone to hear.

When everyone heard her say this, they tried hard to recall it in their minds, and wanted to search for the source of this poem, but everyone thought about it, and even the old master who was present could only shake his head helplessly.

They simply couldn't have heard the poem.

Because this poem is an ancient poem that Luo Qingluan was familiar with in his previous life, it is not a thing of time and space at all, how can they know?

couldn't figure it out, and everyone began to praise Nalan Changyi again, thinking that he was really a genius.

Nalan Changyi didn't matter, and admitted frankly: "Don't praise me, in fact, this poem was made by my mother, and I did borrow my mother's work, I'm really embarrassed." ”

Hearing this, everyone was even more surprised: "I turned out that Mrs. Luo is the real talented girl." ”

"There will be such a mother, and the son will naturally not be far behind."

"I originally thought that Nalan Changyi was already smart enough, but I didn't expect that my mother was smarter than my son."

Listening to everyone's praise for himself, Luo Qingluan smiled modestly: "Where, where, it's just idle and casual." ”

"It's such an accomplishment to do it casually, how can you get it if you get it seriously?"

"That's it, Mrs. Luo should not be modest."

Luo Qingluan smiled at this time: "Actually, I prefer to tell stories, and I'm really not very good at poetry." ”

Everyone felt that Luo Qingluan was overly modest and low-key. Wei Tianlin walked over with a smile, took Wei Liangcai, and came to Luo Qingluan.

"Son, don't you hurry up and see Mrs. Love."

"I've seen Mrs. Love." Wei Liangcai politely saluted Luo Qingluan.

Luo Qingluan only felt that this child was much more polite than the other children, "It's okay, it's not rude." As he spoke, he immediately asked Nalan Changyi to take out Wei Liangcai's birthday gift.

"A small gift, not a tribute, please don't dislike the talented children." Luo Qingluan gave a new coloring book to Wei Liangcai.

"Thank you, ma'am." Wei Liangcai took the storybook with both hands very politely, he didn't care about it, but his eyes suddenly lit up when he saw it.

The sharp-eyed classmates at the bottom of "Wow...... have already recognized that it is a painted book

Storybook, "It's a picture book, I want it so much." ”

Because a few days ago, Nalan Changyi brought a copy to school, and at that time, they were fortunate to listen to Nalan Changyi tell the story of the seven gourd babies, and they instantly salivated, and they were very envious of Wei Liangcai for receiving such a gift.

Wei Liangcai actually heard that story that day, but at that time he was embarrassed to go up, but he was very interested in such a colorful book. Immediately, the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed, "Can I open it?" He cautiously asked Luo Qingluan.

"Of course you can, it's yours to give it to you, you can watch it whenever you want." Luo Qingluan said with a smile.

Wei Liangcai couldn't hold back the novelty anymore, and opened the storybook in his hand excitedly.

"Three Dozen White Bone Spirits" Wei Liangcai just read the name of the book, and was immediately deeply attracted by these five words, and felt that it must be a very wonderful story. He couldn't wait to turn another page and read it with great interest.

A few children next to him stretched their necks to look this way, and some of them couldn't help but stand up and approach him, wanting to see the wonderful content of the painted storybook.

Seeing this, Luo Qingluan gave Wei Tianlin a look, and the latter immediately understood what she meant.

"Today's children, the things they like are really getting more and more tricky, I think of when I was a child, where did I see any paintings, at that time, it was the mother of the family who gave us bedtime stories. But at that time, the family was not so busy, adults had time to spend with their children, but now the official is also busy with official business, never had time to take care of my family's talents, now it's good, there is a painted storybook, the child is willing to read the book, can save you a lot of heart! ”

Someone immediately sighed with emotion, and couldn't help but praise the benefits of painted storybooks: "Yes, yes, my child just doesn't want to read, and he won't listen to him no matter how many times I tell him!" ”

"It's not, it's the same in my family, the stinky boy wants him to read a few books, it's like asking for his life, he doesn't want to live or die, but I'm really worried to death!"

"Hey, who says it's not, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and just the naughty power of children is enough to give people a headache."

"If my son can be as diligent and studious, as studious as Wei Gongzi, and be interested in books, and communicate with motivated people more, I will be happy to give as much money as I want!"

"Yes, yes, the silver is not important, what we have is money, as long as the child is obedient and can give us a little peace of mind, he can do whatever he wants!"

"Yes, that's right!"

Everyone also discussed the children's reading.

"But where are we going to get the painted book, the birthday gift that people gave to Wei Gongzi is just one, it's very precious, we can't borrow it from others one by one, right?"

"Look at me, staring at the book, I can't wait to get into it!"

The crowd was in high spirits and saw the children reading in a circle, and they never imagined that one day their children would be so interested in a book.

"What's so hard about that?" Seeing this, Wei Tianlin hurriedly smiled and said: "Actually, my son is just fortunate to enjoy the fun of reading picture books a little earlier than the other sons, in fact, I don't hide it from everyone, there are many colorful books like this in the Blue Bird Line!" ”

"Oh? Blue Bird Row? ”

"What is the Blue Bird Walk, and where is this Blue Bird Walk?"

"Yes, yes, Lord Commander take us there?"

As soon as everyone heard that there was such a book, they immediately became enthusiastic and asked about the origin of the Blue Bird Line.