Chapter 1342

Liang Dong did not give in, and immediately shook his head and recited a poem: "flying Qiong took him down the yaochi lake, and wheat thousands of cars on the Xueqing river. Even if he went to the ridge, he knew a few feet, and the sky whirled back to Longyu."

He thought hard all night about how to deal with Nalan Changyi at the party today, and let his father grow his face by the way. Sure enough, after he finished his poem, everyone applauded.

"OK, well done."

"It's true that there are talents from generation to generation. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and each wave is stronger than the other."

"They are all good sons of the state of Western Chu. They will become top scholars in the future."

People praised one after another. You said something to me. When you looked at Liang Dong, your eyes became different, from bland to praise. They said one after another, "if only my child could write poetry like him."

"Hum, what the hell? It's a mess. I can't understand a word." Only Mo Xuerou listened and muttered directly.

"You know shit." When Liang Dong heard the voice, he hurriedly said, "how can you understand as stupid as you."

"You!" Mo Xuerou didn't know that Liang Dong scolded dirty words in public. She immediately felt that this man was really ill bred.

Mo Jianchen was also old and black when he was listening. He really looked at Feng YuanHou's face and didn't care about a child: "young master Liang Dong is extremely smart, versatile and wise. Reciting poetry and Fu is like handy, which is incomparable to ordinary people."

Mo Jianchen perfunctorily praised Liang Dong.

Liang Dong raised his head proudly, snorted coldly, and ignored her.

Although Liang quanbo saw his son read nonsense, he thought that his son was much better than before. Before, I saw him fight all day except eating. I didn't think he was serious. Unexpectedly, he could read poetry in his room these days. I was also happy for a while.

No matter what the content of his poem was, if he could make it, he would have looked at his son with new eyes and naturally smiled happily.

"My son has made a lot of progress recently, which makes my father very happy." He also praised his son and patted his son's small face, "he is a good son of his father."

Liang Dong got the idea and then looked at Nalan Changyi. He didn't believe he could make better poems than him.

"It's your turn, Naran Changyi?" He gave a cry.

Nalan lowered his head for a long time, as if he were thinking. He couldn't write a poem for a long time.

"Ha ha, look at your advice. Can't you do it?" Liang Dong shouted happily, "it doesn't matter if you can't do it. Admit defeat now and call young master Liang three times. You're really powerful. I won't care about you."

Liang Dong smiled happily, a little complacent.

Luo qingluan saw such a scene, but she was not worried at all, because she believed that his son had the ability to never forget. He can remember the story of seven gourd babies after listening to it once, let alone just a few poems.

"Well, I'll try my best to read one." Nalan Changyi was helpless.

"Do what you want and don't talk nonsense." Liang Dong dislikes him most.

"The autumn light of silver candles is cold, the screen is painted, and the light Luo small fan flutters at the fireflies. The night on the sky steps is as cool as water, sitting and watching the morning glory Vega." Nalan Changyi read a song.

Immediately, the scene was silent. For a moment, it seemed that the banquet scene was quiet and even a needle could be heard when it fell. They held their breath and carefully recalled what the child had just said.

"God, it's amazing."

"I didn't expect the child to have such a talent."

"The poem is so amazing."

"Talent, this is,"

"Sure enough, I'm still full of talent, rich in learning, admiration, admiration."

People can't help but know Nalan Changyi from the bottom of their hearts. Thinking of what Wei Tianlin said just now that he was a child prodigy, he couldn't help nodding, as if he believed it.

Take another look at Liang Dong. In contrast, the poems he said are not worth mentioning at all. In front of him is a sky and an underground, with a difference between clouds and mud.

Liang Dong was very unconvinced when he saw this. It's really unreasonable.

For what? Just now it was clear that everyone was praising him. Why did they praise Nalan Changyi again? These people are on both sides of the wall, which makes him very angry.

"Nalan Changyi, you cheated. Did you copy this poem?" From the bottom of his heart, Liang Dong didn't believe that such a poem was written by Nalan Changyi.

Hearing what he said, people began to wonder: "yes, yes, a five-year-old child can't have such talent. Did he really copy it?"

Seeing everyone talking, Nalan Changyi was embarrassed to admit, but Luo qingluan held his hand.

"I don't know, who has heard this poem?" Luo qingluan asked everyone.

Her voice was neither light nor heavy, but it was just enough for everyone to hear.

When they heard what she said, they tried to recall from their minds that they wanted to search for the origin of the poem. However, they thought for a while. Even the old master present could only shake his head reluctantly.

They can't have heard the poem at all.

Because this poem is an ancient poem familiar to Luo qingluan in his previous life. It is not a thing of time and space at all. How can they know?

People began to praise Nalan Changyi and thought he was really a genius.

Nalan Changyi also had no harm. He frankly admitted: "don't praise me. In fact, this poem was made by my mother. I really borrowed from my mother's works. I'm really sorry."

Hearing this, everyone was even more surprised: "I used to know that LOV is the real talented woman."

"There will be such a mother, and the son will not be much worse."

"Originally thought Nalan Changyi was smart enough. Unexpectedly, his mother was smarter than his son."

Listening to the praise of the people, Luo qingluan said with a modest smile: "where, where, just have nothing to do, and stop at will."

"It's so accomplished to do it at will. How can I get it if I'm serious?"

"Yes, love, don't be modest."

Luo qingluan smiled and said, "in fact, I prefer to tell stories. I'm really not good at reciting poetry."

Everyone felt that Luo qingluan was too modest and low-key. Wei Tianlin came over with a smile and came to Luo qingluan with Wei Liangcai.

"Son, I haven't seen Mrs. Luo soon."

"I've seen Mrs. law." Wei Liangcai saluted Luo qingluan politely.

Luo qingluan only felt that the child was much more polite than other children. "It doesn't hurt, no gift." Then he asked Nalan Changyi to take out Wei Liangcai's birthday present.

"A little gift is no respect. Please don't dislike it." Luo qingluan gave a new painted book to Wei Liangcai.

"Thank you, madam." Wei Liangcai took the story book with very polite hands. He didn't care about it. His eyes lit up when he saw it.

"Wow..." there are sharp eyed students at the bottom, who have recognized that it is a painted book

Story book, "it's a painting book. I really want it."

Because a few days ago, Nalan Changyi took a similar book to school. At that time, they were lucky to hear Nalan Changyi tell the story of seven gourd babies. They salivated for a moment and felt very envious of Wei Liang's ability to receive such a gift.

Wei Liangcai actually heard the story that day, but at that time he was embarrassed to gather up, but he was very interested in such a color painting. Immediately, the fundus of my eyes was already excited, "can I open it?" He asked Luo qingluan carefully.

"Of course, it's yours. You can see it whenever you want." Luo qingluan smiled.

Wei Liangcai could no longer help being novel and excitedly opened the story book in his hand.

"Three dozen Baigujing" Wei Liangcai just read the name of the book, and was immediately deeply attracted by these five words. He thought it must be a wonderful story. He couldn't wait to turn another page and read it with interest.

The children next to him stretched their necks one by one and looked this way. Some were even worse. They couldn't help standing up and approached him to see the wonderful content of the painted story book.

Seeing this, Luo qingluan winked at Wei Tianlin, who immediately understood what she meant.

"Today's children like things more and more tricky. I think of where I saw any colored paintings when I was a child. At that time, my mother gave us bedtime stories. But at that time, the family was not so busy. Adults had time to accompany their children, but now I am also busy. I never have time to take care of my talents. Now I have a colored painting Children are willing to read their own story books, which can save you a lot of heart! "

Someone immediately lamented and couldn't help praising the benefits of color painting story books: "yes, yes, my children just don't want to read, and they don't listen to him how many times they tell him!"

"No, my family is the same. It's like asking him to read a few books. I don't want to live or die. I'm really worried!"

"Hey, who says not? Every family has a difficult lesson to read. It's enough for people to have a headache just because children are naughty and mischievous."

"If my son can be as diligent and studious as Mr. Wei, be interested in books and communicate more with progressive people, I'd be happy to pay me as much money!"

"Yes, yes, silver doesn't matter. We have money. As long as the child is obedient, he can save us a little worry. He can do whatever he wants!"

"Yes, you're right!"

People also followed to discuss the children's reading.

"But where can we get the painted book? There's only one birthday present for Prince Wei. It's very precious. We can't borrow it from others one by one?"

"Look at my son, staring at the book, I can't wait to get into the book!"

Everyone was in high spirits. They saw the children reading in a circle. They never thought that one day their children would be interested in a book.

"How difficult is it?" Seeing this, Wei Tianlin quickly smiled and said, "in fact, my son is just lucky to enjoy the fun of reading color picture books earlier than the CHILDES. In fact, there are still many color picture books like this in the green bird shop!"

"Oh? Green bird line?"

"What is the green bird line? Where is the green bird line?"

"Yes, the sheriff, take us quickly?"

As soon as they heard such a book, they were immediately enthusiastic and asked about the origin of the green bird line.