Gao Jiong never forgot what he said to Yuan Qing, "If you can't defeat a few dandies, how can you destroy the Turks in the future!" This sentence was so domineering and came from a five-year-old child that he couldn't help but hate Yang.
Su mentioned this matter.
Although Yuan Qing was quite popular with Yang Su when he first came, he soon forgot about Yuan Qing due to the fact that Yang Su had too many descendants, and that he had succeeded Su Wei as Shangshu's right servant a year ago and was busy with court affairs.
When Gao Jun mentioned the name Yuan Qing, he was stunned for a long time and couldn't remember which grandson he was?
Thanks to Feng Deyi's reminder, he remembered that it was the illegitimate child two years ago. Then he slowly recalled the scene when he first met Yuan Qing two years ago. That child was a bit different. I wonder what his current situation is? He was actually raised.
Jiong's praise made him eager to see Yuan Qing.
At this time, the door opened, and Yuan Qing quickly walked in from the door. He knelt down obediently, kowtowed three times to Yang Su, and kowtowed once to Gao Jie. The host and guest were clearly distinguished.
"My grandson Yuan Qing pays his respects to his grandfather and pays homage to Prime Minister Gao!"
Yang Su gently stroked his long beard and nodded secretly in his mind, "This child even noticed details like kowtow. No wonder Gao Jiong said he knows etiquette, which is true!"
He immediately smiled and said: "Good boy, get up!"
Yuan Qing stood up and Yang Su looked at him carefully. He was tall and strong. Although his skin was fair, he was not weak. He was full of momentum and looked very powerful. No wonder he could beat six with one, and he seemed to be only five years old.
Although he is seven or eight years old, he looks like he is seven or eight years old. I remember when I first saw this boy two years ago, I thought he was taller than ordinary people and that he was a talented person.
"Yuan Qing, my grandfather has not taken care of you in the past two years, what have you learned?"
Yuan Qing bowed and saluted, and said respectfully: "Reporting to my grandfather, my grandson has been studying and practicing calligraphy in the mansion. In his free time, he goes to the martial arts training ground and watches the martial arts masters teach martial arts to his servants."
Next to him, Gao Jiong heard that Yuan Qing spoke clearly and logically, and couldn't help but ask: "Yuan Qing, have you ever studied the Analects of Confucius?"
Yuan Qing quickly replied: "Reporting to the Prime Minister, I finished studying the Analects of Confucius and the Book of Songs last year, and I am now learning to write poems."
Yuan Qing did not lie. Starting last month, Shen Qiuniang began to try to teach them to write short poems. Although Yuan Qing knew a lot about the later Tang poetry and Song lyrics, when he really asked him to write his own poems, he wrote a mess, and he was very familiar with it.
I am not interested in writing poetry.
Hearing that he had learned a lot, Gao Jun wanted to test him. He smiled slightly and said, "Since you are learning to write poetry, have you written a few poems?"
Yuan Qing was a little hesitant. He had written two poems. Although he felt good about himself, his aunt said that the poems he wrote were not poems, but spellings. If he really took them out, he would probably embarrass his grandfather and allow him to steal the works of future generations.
He felt ashamed of poetry.
He secretly glanced at Yang Su, stroking his beard and smiling without saying a word, as if it didn't matter, but his eyes were full of eagerness and a little nervous. Just like Feng Deyi said, his grandfather was waiting for him to win face.
He knew that his grandfather Yang Su was a very face-conscious person. If he failed in his performance today and lost face to Yang Su, I was afraid that he would never have a chance to get ahead in the future. He wanted to rebel. If he succeeded today, he could take the opportunity to propose building a foundation.
He had been looking forward to the request for a year and a half, and he felt excited at the thought of learning martial arts from now on.
Since writing poetry is just a means and a stepping stone to achieve one's own wishes, why should you care too much about whether it is written by yourself?
He kept all three hundred songs as his own, and he felt no guilt at all.
He walked step by step with his hands behind his back, as if he was imitating Cao Zijian's seven-step poem. In fact, he was considering which poem was better. We are still in the age of ancient poetry. He cannot recite Tang poetry and Song lyrics casually. He is not yet qualified to establish a sect.
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Last month, he compiled more than a dozen songs. He originally wanted to show off to his aunt, but gave up in the end. His old aunt knew better than anyone else that she wouldn't believe that he wrote them. Today, he can give it a try.
He remembered that there was a poem that was very suitable for the occasion, but after more than a month, he had forgotten it. He walked step by step, far more than seven steps, at least thirty steps, and then finally remembered it.
"Can we start now?" He tilted his head and asked Gao Jiong.
Seeing how cute he looked, Gao Yan smiled and nodded, "Say it! I'm all ears."
Yuan Qing did not talk about the poem directly, but warmed it up first and recited it aloud: "Goose, goose, goose, the song is singing to the sky, the white hair is floating on the green water, and the anthurium is stirring the clear waves."
This is a poem written by King Luo Bin when he was seven years old, which is in line with his current age. Gao Jiong laughed and praised: "Not bad, very childlike!"
Yang Su still smiled and said nothing, but he was a little disappointed in his heart. Although this poem was fresh, it still lacked a kind of domineering power. He hoped that his grandson would write a domineering poem such as how to destroy the Turks, which made Gao Qiu completely stunned.
Rather than saying it's very childish or something like that.
Yang Su has been secretly competing with Gao Jiong. Gao Jiong was versatile in civil and military affairs, and his ability to govern the world was far inferior to him. Not only that, Gao Jiong's sons were very competitive. The eldest son, Gao Biaoren, was outstanding in learning. A few years ago,
Marrying the daughter of the crown prince Yang Yong made Yang Su quite jealous. Most of his children and grandchildren were mediocre.
It was rare for Gao Jiong to praise one of his grandsons for being domineering, so he hoped that Yuan Qing could give him a good reputation and suppress Gao Jiong's momentum, but Yuan Qing's poem about goose disappointed him too much.
Yang Su couldn't help but ask: "Yuan Qing, are there any other poems?"
Yuan Qing quickly bowed and replied: "Reporting to my grandfather, this poem about chanting geese was written by my grandson for fun a year ago. But recently, my grandson has been thinking about military achievements and wrote another poem about his ambition. I am just worried that Gao Xiangguo may
Not interested."
"You little naughty boy, when did I stop being interested?"
Gao Qiao laughed and scolded him, "Hurry up and write a poem about your ambition. If you write it well, I will reward you!"
"Then my grandson will be embarrassed!"
Yuan Qing thought for a moment and then slowly chanted:
"The beacon fire is shining brightly in Xijing, and I feel uneasy in my heart.
Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circled Dragon City.
The flags and paintings are hidden in the snow, and the wind is filled with the sound of drums.
It is better to be a centurion than a scholar."
"good!"
Yang Su couldn't help but praise loudly: "What a man, 'I would rather be a centurion than a scholar!'"
He was so proud that he turned around and asked Gao Jiong: "Gao Xiang, how do you like this poem?"
Gao Jun was thinking deeply. He didn't quite believe that a five-year-old could write this poem. But no matter what he thought, he just couldn't remember that he had read this poem before. It shouldn't be plagiarized. Of course he couldn't remember it.
The poem was written decades later by Tang Dynasty poet Yang Jiong.
Gao Yan finally showed a wry smile on his face. He could feel Yang Su's pride. He gently stroked Yuan Qing's little head and sighed softly: "He is a true prodigy!"
He knelt down and held Yuan Qing's young shoulders, stared into his eyes and said: "You are a genius and beautiful jade, which should be carved by a good craftsman. I, the Bohai Gao family, come from a well-known family, and my brother Gao Yu is a famous scholar all over the world.
I asked him to accept you as a closed disciple, what do you think?"
Seeing that Gao Jun was finally impressed by his grandson's talents, Yang Su was overjoyed. It would be great if he could become a disciple of the famous Confucian Gao Yu. He was about to agree on behalf of Yuan Qing, but saw Feng Deyi desperately trying to treat him.
The look in his eyes meant that he should not agree. Although he didn't know the reason, Yang Su had always trusted Feng Deyi, so he changed his mind and said with a smile: "Yuan Qing, do what you want, don't force yourself.
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Yuan Qing heard that his grandfather wanted him to refuse, and he himself was unwilling to do so, so he slowly shook his head, "I don't want to study literature, I want to learn martial arts!"
Gao Yan felt that Yuan Qing was more developed in literary talent. He could write such grand poems at a young age. If he was well cultivated, he would become a pillar of the Sui Dynasty in the future. He also heard that Yang Su was not willing to let him go.
Yuan Qing studied literature with him, but Gao Jiong still wanted to give it another try and persuaded Yuan Qing, "Why must you learn martial arts? Now that the world has been settled, it is a time when everything is waiting to be done. Learning literature can better assist the king and govern."
Isn’t the world more capable of realizing your ambitions?”
Yuan Qing still shook his head resolutely, "My ambition is to be a centurion rather than a scholar. The Turks have not been destroyed and the Western Region has not been taken. How can the Prime Minister dare to say that the world is settled?"
Gao Jiong was stunned for a long time, and he sighed with emotion, "I, Gao Jiong, have served the king for fourteen years and have been hailed as the first prime minister of the founding of the country. It can be seen that my knowledge is not as good as that of a five-year-old child. I am ashamed!"
Yang Su secretly admired him. He was neither humble nor arrogant, and had great courage. He dared to criticize the Prime Minister directly. This was his grandson. He regretted and felt lucky in his heart. He regretted that he was confused and didn't know that he had such a great grandson. Fortunately, he was the grandson of Yang Su.
He discovered it in time and had time to cultivate it properly.
At this moment, Yang Su also recognized Yuan Qing, and this grandson would definitely be the hope of the Yang family in the future.