Now. Is this a coincidence?
He pretended to think and walked forward.
One step, two steps, three steps…five steps!
“Geese, goose, geese, sings in the ringing neck to the sky. White hair floats in the green water, red palms lift the clear waves.”
[Brother, this is a child prodigy named Luo Binwang, a seven-year-old poem. I remember he should be twenty or thirty years younger than us. 】
Li Shimin’s eyes lit up.
This poem is interesting! Twenty or thirty years younger? Then go and see what the prodigy looks like with A Xuan!
After Li Xuanba finished reciting the poem, everyone was quiet.
The nervous look on Dou’s face melted, turning into a gentle smile like spring water.
Li Xuanba turned around and said with a tilted head, “The title I chose for Brother Zheng is also ‘Yongge’. Brother Zheng, please.”
The young men of the Zheng family looked at the elder brother.
Even if they are not good at writing poetry, they can still tell the quality of poetry.
Brother…can it work?
Zheng Dalang’s face turned red. Of course he can chant the goose, but without considering it in advance, he really can’t recite better verses.
Although he can deal with it and then forcefully declare victory. But as long as the people from the Duke of Tang’s mansion spread the “Ode to the Goose” written by the two, his face would be greatly lost.
Zheng Dalang was thinking about how to find a way down, Li Xuanba smiled and said, “It seems that Brother Zheng thinks that I recited a good poem so quickly. Maybe it was written by my elders, and I just remember it. Second brother, you point at some point at will, and I will do it again.”
Li Shimin quickly stood beside Li Xuanba: “Come!”
Li Xuanba: [Referring to the crabapple flowers. 】
Li Shimin pointed to the crabapple tree and said, “A Xuan, chant the crabapple red flowers!”
Li Xuanba stepped out his short legs in front of everyone.
One step, two steps, three steps… This time it is five steps.
“The flowers bloom all over the red, and the flowers fall in the sky. The only one left is here, and tomorrow will follow the wind.”
Zheng Dalang’s face changed drastically, and he clenched his hands.
Dou covered his mouth with a handkerchief and tried hard to suppress the urge to laugh.
Li Xuanba: [Written by Chen Zhixuan, a poet of the late Tang Dynasty, at the age of five. Ah, at that time, your descendants were almost destroyed. 】
Li Shimin was very excited first, and then his face was full of resentment.
What does my descendants almost perish? What was the late Tang Dynasty? A Xuan, don’t talk nonsense, my brother was scared!
Don’t dare to think or not, forget it quickly!
Li Xuanba tilted his head to Zheng Dalang again and said, “What, don’t you believe it yet? Come again!”
Li Shimin straightened his chest and prepared to obey the command.
Li Xuanba: [If you take a copper coin, it is best to break it. 】
Li Shimin was a little worried. Where can I find you broken copper…oh? There is really!
It happened that Li Shimin saw half a copper coin exposed in the mud next to the huge rock with the words written next to the pavilion.
He flipped out the pavilion, picked up the remaining branches of the crabapple falling from the tree on the ground, and threw out half of the copper coin.
“A Xuan! There is a dilapidated Kaihuang copper coin here. Can you write this copper coin to poems?” Li Shimin was proud. Look at my luck!
Zheng Dalang gritted his teeth and said, “No need, I…”