Jiang Qian couldn't wait to pull Li Qi to the study. On the desk in the study, there were already soaked high-quality inscriptions and various exquisite snacks.
This is a necessity for Li Qi’s daily storytelling.
Li Qi walked to the table, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then took a piece of snack and started eating it. Then he sat behind the desk and said, "Your Highness, what did we talk about yesterday?"
"Three dozen white-bone spirits."
"Yes, yes, three dozen white-bone demons."
Li Qi put down his teacup and said, "Speaking of which, the master and the disciples came to Baihu Ridge today and saw a village girl..."
As soon as he said this, there was a noise outside the house, and then a person walked in angrily.
This man has silver hair and looks to be in his fifties. He is wearing an official uniform and must be of considerable background.
"Prince! What are you doing?" The old man came in and glared at Li Qi fiercely.
Li Qi was confused by his glare.
I didn't provoke you or provoke you, why are you glaring at me?
"Master, why are you here?" Jiang Qian asked in a daze.
The old man snorted coldly and said: "I heard that the prince has not read well these days and has been listening to stories all day long. I came here to see who dares to be so bold and delay the prince's studies."
When he said this, the old man looked at Li Qi again, as if he wanted to peel him off.
"Master, it's serious. I've been reading a book these days. I just listen to some stories in my spare time to gain some knowledge..."
"Information? It's just nonsense. Where does it come from?" the old man said unceremoniously.
Li Qi became angry as soon as he heard this.
Grandma, you can insult me, but you can't insult Journey to the West!
"So this is the Taifu?" Li Qi smiled and said, "I have admired you for a long time."
"Who do you think you are? Is it your turn to speak now?" the old man said coldly.
Grandma, did you give me face?
"Whether it's my turn to speak or not, it must be the crown prince who has the final say, right?" Li Qi said with a smile, "The crown prince didn't even say that I couldn't speak. This lord has such great official authority."
Seeing the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two, Jiang Qian quickly smoothed things over and said, "Master, this is Li Qi, my attendant..."
"Prince, please don't let your strange and obscene skills delay your studies." The old man said sternly, "When the emperor asked me to assist the prince in his studies, he told me that I must do my best, and I can't let him down.
"
When Jiang Qian heard that even the emperor had moved out, he was helpless for a while.
Li Qi smiled when he saw this and said, "My lord, what are the strange and obscene techniques?"
"Hmph! Do you need me to say anything? As an attendant, you don't accompany the prince to read the saint's books, and you talk nonsense here every day. What's your intention?"
"What's my intention? What's your intention? You say I'm talking nonsense? Do you have any evidence?" Li Qi put away his smile and felt a little angry.
"Evidence? What were you just saying? Do you have the ability to say it again?"
"Why don't you dare?"
Li Qi told the scene about the White Bone Demon from the beginning again. Seeing that the old man had no intention of letting him stop, he kept talking. When he talked about a monster appearing, the old man interrupted him: "Isn't this nonsense? The White Bone Demon
?How can such a thing exist in the world?"
"You said it doesn't exist?" Li Qi sneered, "Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Besides, what if it doesn't exist?"
"If you don't, you are talking nonsense and deceiving the prince."
"Then tell me, what do you mean by not talking nonsense?" Li Qi said.
"The sage once said that only by being familiar with poems and books and refraining from lying is the right path."
"Then you have read so many books by sages. If I ask you a question, can you answer it?" Li Qi said.
The old man looked disdainful, as if he felt that Li Qi could not ask any valuable questions at all.
"Just tell me."
Damn it, since you asked me to ask, don't blame me for being rude: "Why does the sun rise in the east and set in the west? Why is there a moon? Why does water not burn? What animals don't sweat? Why don't clouds fall?
?”
Li Qi asked a dozen questions in one breath, all of which were from One Hundred Thousand Whys when he was a child. As soon as these questions came out, the old man was stunned in place.
"What? You can't answer?"
"What's your problem?"
"Why is it not a question?" Li Qi smiled and said, "Okay, if you can't answer it, I won't force you. Then tell me what you know, or what you are best at."
The old man was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Jiang Qian saw this and persuaded him: "Master, Li Shidu is actually quite knowledgeable. In addition to telling stories, he can also compose poems..."
"Writing poems? Just him?" The old man looked disdainful.
Yo, who do you look down on?
"That's right. I'm not talented. I just write poems on weekdays." Li Qi said.
"Then write a poem and I'll listen to it!"
"What's so difficult about this?"
Li Qi turned it over in his mind and couldn't decide which poem to recite for a while.
When the old man saw this, his smile became even brighter, as if he was watching a joke.
Jiang Qian stood aside and was worried: Didn't you say you could compose poetry before? Why didn't you do it at the critical moment?
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall will have sad white hair, and it will look like blue silk in the morning and turn into snow in the evening..."
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy. Don't let the gold bottle stand empty against the moon. I am born with talents that will be useful. I will come back after all the gold is gone..."
When he got here, Li Qi stopped.
It's not that he doesn't remember the following verses, but that the following verses are a bit inconsistent with today's situation.
But these few words alone shocked both the old man and Jiang Qian.
"Did you compose this poem?" the old man asked with disbelief.
Li Qi smiled and said: "I'm sorry, this poem was indeed written by me. I wonder if the master has any masterpieces that I can appreciate?"
The old man rolled his eyes and said, "How could you, a child, write such a poem?"
Don’t believe it? If you don’t believe it, I will give you another song.
Li Qi opened his mouth and came: "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed. I suspect it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown."
As soon as this poem came out, Li Qi became addicted to memorizing it, and one after another he recited all the poems he had remembered from school.
It was fine at first, but gradually something went wrong.
The old man's eyes were staring at him blankly, while the prince's eyes were shining, which was wonderful.
Looking at the expressions of these two people, Li Qi suddenly forgot everything and even recited modern poems: "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light..."