Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 174 The Beating Heart

Chapter 174 The Beating Heart

Although this book has never been sold in bookstores, Xiao Li is very familiar with it, and almost all the poems in it are firmly memorized.

Osmanthus osmanthus poems, Xiao Li can now think of several poems casually.

Some people in the room were already laughing.

Among them, Li Jun said kindly: "Young master, composing poetry is not that simple."

How many great Confucians of the time have written poems, and that is because they have read the Four Books and Five Classics for 40 to [-] years. If an ordinary child can compose poems, wouldn’t cats and dogs be able to compose poems?

Didn't you see that the girls in front of you can only show some sour daughter affection?Even those who have invited the tutor of the family school can't make any sense. How can a child who looks like he is not five years old have such ability?
Everyone naturally didn't believe it, even the crown prince said with a smile: "Xiao Li wants flowers? Come and pick a basket."

Liu Xiaoli didn't know what other people were laughing at, but Xiaoli knew the uncle's tone, clearly looking down on him!
Xiao Li puffed his cheeks, and said full of ambition: "I don't want to give it away, I want to earn it myself, so I'll pay for it if I read poetry, right?"

The queen frowned slightly.

Apparently the child has been entangled, which delayed their original poetry meeting. The queen wanted to end this little episode quickly, so she glanced at Rong Leng who was watching coldly, and said to Liu Xiaoli: "You read it."

Liu Xiaoli persisted: "I'm asking, after reading it, will there be flowers?"

The queen held back her temper, her brows were already knotted into a knot.

It was still the prince who smoothed things over: "Yes, you will have it after you read it."

The others also looked at the child with smiles, to see what tricks the child could do. Children, they are nothing more than doggerel, otherwise what else could they be?
But after all, they are the children of the Third Prince Rong's family, no matter what kind of poem they write, they will cheer for it, anyway, who would care about a child.

Everyone present was watching the play, but Liu Wei secretly had a toothache.

What kind of poems will my son Liu Xiaoli compose?

He has no literary talent at all, all he knows is reciting poems!
When the child was only a few months old, he became very interested in his mother's autopsy tools and the family's Chinese herbal medicine, so when he could speak, Liu Wei asked him, do you want to study medicine?Xiao Li said yes!

Liu Wei began to teach her son to study medicine, but studying medicine requires memory. Liu Wei usually has no time to teach the child word by word, so she simply asked Xiao Li to recite. As a result, Xiao Li really memorized them all in less than three days, and then taught him to write. Xiao Li also learned quickly, learning the characters in more than a dozen poems in five days.

Later, the Three Character Classic and three hundred Tang poems became Xiao Li's dictionary.

These two books are also the ones that Xiao Li memorizes the most. It is not an exaggeration to say that he recites them backwards.

So now that Xiao Li can read poems, Liu Wei is really not surprised at all, but just curious, which one will Xiao Li read?
Just when everyone was planning to watch a small show, Liu Xiaoli's head turned around.

Youyou read:

There is a tree named Osmanthus osmanthus,
The four seasons are fragrant.

The flowers are snowy at night,
Ye Jian spring cloud green.

The wind and shadow are as clear as water,
Frost branches are as cold as jade.

Monopolize the hills,
No ordinary bird accommodation.

……

As soon as Liu Xiaoli finished speaking, the audience fell silent.

Liu Wei slowly supported his forehead. This is one of the sections in Bai Juyi's "You Mu". In Bai Juyi's "You Mu", there are a total of eight kinds of flowers, and osmanthus is the last one.

Looking at the stunned expressions of those around her, Liu Wei sighed, and suddenly felt a headache that was almost gone.

Rong Leng originally just had the mentality of watching Xiao Li play, but when Xiao Li recited the poem, his body couldn't help but sit upright.

Can a child compose poetry?Maybe, after all, there are indeed many geniuses in this world, but it is not realistic to be able to compose such exquisite and extraordinary poems with unique rhymes and words, even worse than many contemporary Confucian scholars.

Rong Leng is very clear about Xiao Li's temperament.

In addition to being very enthusiastic about autopsy and herbal medicine, he can't even finish reading a book. He asked Xiao Li to read the "Little Shan Biography" and write it silently. Xiao Li read it for ten days and only saw the first page. Xiao Li seems to have a natural dislike for books other than medical books and stories about foxes, ghosts and ghosts.

Even if Rong Leng forced him, Xiao Li couldn't read a few lines, but this song is a wonderful sentence with a unique artistic conception, but he is not a master at it, so he can't make it.

How could Xiao Li read such a poem right out of his mouth?And Rong Leng was sure that he had never heard this poem before, and it was not written by a certain Confucianist in the previous dynasty. It was indeed a new poem, the first time it appeared in the world.

Rong Leng's eyes turned unconsciously, and looked at Liu Wei who was not far away, but Liu Wei also looked annoyed, pressing the center of his brows, and closed his eyes tightly.

Was it made by Liu Wei?

Liu Wei once wrote this poem, did Xiao Li listen to it?
Thinking of how many surprises and surprises this woman had given him, Rong Leng was not surprised at all. Yes, if Liu Wei knew it, then there would be no surprise. Liu Wei herself is different from ordinary women, not even ordinary men. just in case.

Rong Leng occasionally feels that Liu Wei is like a person from outside this world, who descends suddenly with a whole body of mystery.There are too many special things about her, too many unbelievable things, including her treacherous autopsy techniques, miraculous brain-opening methods, and many things that he has never heard of or heard of.

Including the poem read by Xiao Li now.

Rong Ling slowly withdrew his gaze, and his gaze stayed on the wine glass on the case table. He hadn't had a lot of wine today, and only took a sip under the respect of the prince, but now, he really wanted to drink a few more glasses. To calm the beating heart.

After Liu Xiaoli finished reading, he saw pairs of eyes staring at him, but he didn't say a word.

Xiao Li blinked, looked at the empress, and spread out her hands: "My flower."

Only then did the empress recover from her daze, she moved her fingers stiffly, and turned her eyes to the prince beside her.

The prince was also stunned at this moment. Is this poem really written by this child?
The prince didn't believe it.

Not only the prince didn't believe it, but everyone present didn't believe it. Countless people's eyes turned to Rong Leng, thinking in unison that the Third Prince Rong really dotes on the child, and even such a lively scene should protect the child, but everyone was still surprised. It has always been said that the third prince Rong is the best in martial arts, but I have never heard that the third prince Rong is still capable of writing and martial arts.

Such a talent, even if you don't become the captain of Zhengemen, you can take the imperial examination, and you can get the first name.

For a while, there was a lot of discussion around, Li Jun also put away the smile on his face watching the excitement, tilted his head and said in the ear of the Seventh Prince: "This Captain Rong is hiding deeper than we thought, looking at the prince's current state of affairs. It seems like I didn't expect it."

The Seventh Prince's face was slightly cold, his eyes were like frozen scum, and he shot at Rong Leng.

Rong Su is not good at martial arts, this is because he missed the best age to learn martial arts when he was a child, no matter how he learned later, he couldn't learn the essence of martial arts, but his writing is good, his mind is clear, he is wise and quick-witted, and his poems are superb. He always thought that he and the prince were the opponents in the court who fought with their brains.

Unexpectedly, the child's joke today gave him a great vigilance.

(End of this chapter)