This strange feeling and doubtful thoughts appeared in their minds. Wei Zheng, Du Ruhui, and Fang Xuanling were all at a loss for a moment.
Although Li Er's thinking was not as quick as these guys, he couldn't help but was stunned for a moment. What happened...
Most of the other ministers were in the same situation at the moment. Anyway, the other general officials who were not at the desk all looked like blind and confused people.
Then, the confusion disappeared.
"Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and every trace of human beings has been wiped out..."
"A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone... in the snow on the cold river..."
…
This poem was finally read.
All the ministers who stood at the desk and watched the birth of this poem were stunned.
All the princes and ministers standing inside the Suzaku Gate, watching the scene around the desk, were stunned.
The scholars and common people standing outside Zhuque Gate were all stunned.
Li Er, who was outside the crowd, was stunned.
Wei Zheng was confused, Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui were confused.
Damn it, this poem?
Originally, everyone thought that Xiao Changle's appearance was just an episode.
This is true for most people, and it is not the same for Li Er and Wei Zheng who came up with the idea.
After all, how could a child really know how to compose poetry?
But at this moment...
The astonishment and horror of everyone were simply beyond words and reached the sky.
This poem by Changle is so wonderful!
…
As soon as this poem came out, everyone had only one feeling.
There is no poetry in the world!
…
But no matter which prince or minister he is.
Whether it's Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling, or Li Er.
Or maybe it's the people outside Zhuque Gate.
Everyone, without exception, could never have imagined...
Changle, a little boy who is less than ten years old, can actually compose such a powerful poem.
There is no need to analyze the rhythm and rhyme of this poem, it is just perfect.
No matter the picture, artistic conception...
Absolutely absolutely amazing!
The appearance of such an astonishing poem made Li Er and others stunned for a while. In addition to being shocked, they were also shocked.
It was so shocking.
How can there be such wonderful poetry in the world?
After a long time, everyone came back to their senses in shock. They all stared at Chang Le with disbelief on their faces, and then turned to Li Er's face.
At this moment, Li Er finally came to his senses.
He looked at Xiao Changle, who was not far away and was being stared at by everyone. He was a little nervous and full of pride.
At this moment...
In Li Er's heart, there was only shock.
"Changle, when did you learn this poem...?"
Yes, it is no joke that poetry is broad and profound - otherwise there would not be so many good poems and so many crotch-pulling limericks in the world.
Requires very profound professional qualities.
And Xiao Changle can actually write such powerful poems at his age. If you think about it a little bit, you will know that the decision is not easy.
Li Er pondered for a while before he finally came to his senses.
However, Xiao Changle smiled sweetly and shook his head.
"Father, this poem was not written by Changle!"
…
It turned out that it was not written by Changle himself...
Lu Qingfeng's eyes suddenly burst into light.
That being said...
Isn't this so bad?
Originally, I came here this time to rely on my extremely strong poetry and literary skills to win a literary name. The reason behind this was of course to respond to the conquests of the big brothers in the clan.
In the beginning, things went smoothly indeed.
After all, he is also the leader of Qingliu, and he is not a Qingliu from the mountains. This is the leader of Qingliu from Chang'an.
Just acting wild in front of Li Er, what can he do to me? The name of the article is here.
To put it bluntly, my appearance in the palace to participate in this literary competition was more to expand my literary reputation than to obtain it.
To put it simply, this time I am just here to show off and compete with Li Er for influence, but...
It was originally planned well, but a little princess unexpectedly appeared.
It's nothing to have a little princess disrupt the situation, but how can a child compete with himself in poetry?
joke.
But……
Just after Changle's poem about snow was recited, Lu Qingfeng was stunned for an instant.
There was a feeling in my heart immediately.
This is going to be bad!
It’s not a small mess, it’s not a medium mess, it’s a big mess!
The level of this poem is simply amazing, and it is not just amazing. It makes people despair as soon as they hear it. I am afraid that I will never be able to write such a good poem in my life!
How is this possible?
A little girl, barely ten years old!
For a moment, Lu Qingfeng only had this feeling in his heart.
…
However, after Xiao Changle said that the poem was not his own, Lu Qingfeng suddenly felt relieved.
Oh, it took me a long time. Didn’t it come from you, Your Highness?
You should have told me earlier!
Startled.
Lu Qingfeng felt relieved instantly.
Although this poem is unique, I have never heard of it.
There is no doubt that Princess Li Er clearly read some unpopular or even lost works from the royal collection, and then took them out.
And if this is the case, then things will be simple. The person with the strongest poetic talent today is still myself.
Nothing wrong, hehe...
Of course, if Changle saw that Li Er also had the ancient book about this poem, then maybe Li Er would suddenly come up with a few poems in the future, but so what? After this occasion, no amount of limelight will be of any use.
Name, this thing is like this, it needs to be sharpened on key occasions.
If you can't do it now, you won't be able to do it in the future.
hey-hey……
Therefore, when Xiao Changle said that the poem was not written by him, Lu Qingfeng immediately laughed.
Since this poem was not written by a child, it would be much simpler. If I directly care about it and act like an amiable elder, today's situation - wouldn't that be enough?
It's such a simple thing.
Lu Qingfeng's thoughts became clear, and his entire mental state immediately changed.
After listening to the onlookers reciting Xiao Changle's poems, Lu Qingfeng immediately stiffened, his face was dark, and his chest was hunched.
But at this moment, when he heard that Xiao Changle was not the owner of the poem, Lu Qingfeng immediately felt comfortable, his face flushed, and he held his head high and his chest high.
Highlight your confidence!
However, at this time, Li Er obviously had no time to pay attention to Lu Qingfeng's expression, but looked at his daughter in surprise.
Even if this poem was not written by my daughter, it is still a rare masterpiece.
If this is what the living people say, why not recruit some yourself? Now is the time for the imperial court to recruit people.
Wei Zheng, Du Ruhui, Fang Xuanling and others also looked at Xiao Changle with extremely curious eyes.
They are not afraid of Wu Xing Qi Wang at all. Everyone has fought in the war. Who is afraid of whom? The key is who the owner of this poem is. They are also very curious.
But then, Xiao Changle gave everyone an unexpected but reasonable answer.
The little girl looked at Li Er with some surprise, "Father, do you really not know? This poem is..."
