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As for the sons of the imperial family, who didn't understand the meaning of the four words' hidden 'and' hidden '? It seemed that Rong Ling had already set her eyes on Hong Tao. Now that he had borrowed his son's mouth, was she trying to use this opportunity to give everyone present a hint?

He was hinting to him that Rong Ling, with her literary talent and martial arts skills, was also a contender for the throne?

Rong Su thought like that, and the crown prince thought the same, but because Rong Su and Rong Ling's relationship was not good, the crown prince and Rong Ling's relationship could be considered good, so their thoughts were opposites.

"As expected." Yuwen Yao smiled, picked up the tea by her hand and took a sip slowly.

Yan Pei was confused by Yuwen Yao's expression. "What do you mean? Is it not General Rong? "

Yuwen Yao's gaze fixated on Liu Xiaoli, and said slowly: "Even if Rong Ling were to hide her abilities, she wouldn't be able to hide this much. Moreover, the Emperor has completely handed over the Zhenge Sect to him because he doesn't seem to know anything on the surface, and has groomed him to become the future successor of the Crown Prince. Do you think it's possible for Rong Ling to expose all of this just to pamper her children? Of the people present today, just a casual rumor will be able to spread to the ears of the Emperor. Is Rong Ling not afraid of losing the Emperor's heart because of this, causing the Emperor to loathe him? "

Yan Pei frowned, he had been nurturing him in her house all year round, so sshe did not understand much about the matters of the court, so he asked: "So you're saying, this poem was written by this child?"

Even if Liu Xiaoli had already given him a red blood pill several times, he was already grateful to him. But she never would have thought that a little child would actually have such talent.

Yuwen Yao shook her head once again, with a smile in her eyes: "I actually think that it was her father who did it."

"His father?" Yan Pei was startled for a moment, and then remembered: "The white robed Mr. that you spoke of last time? that the General Rong invited from Jiangnan? "

"I'm not too curious about the kid's ability to follow that kind of person. Perhaps this poem was written by his father by chance and was listened to by him." Think about it, how skilled is that person? How long has he been in the capital, and how long has this child disappeared for? He might even be able to find the culprit before the new year, in the entire capital, who wouldn't treat Mr.Liu as a god? They only hope that he will find the murderer and save their child. "

There were so many families in the capital that had lost their children. If these children could be found, how much of a favor would that be?

It didn't matter if it was the Mr.Liu, or the Zhenge Sect, how much gratitude did he need from a high ranking official, a duke, in the imperial court?

Yan Pei listened but did not think too much into the matter of the child's disappearance. He only looked at the child who was not even five years old and started to get curious, wondering who his father actually was.

At the side, Yu Wen Min secretly pulled on Liu Wei's sleeves and whispered: "Tell me, what is Second Prince trying to do? Are you going to fight with the crown prince? "

Liu Wei raised her eyes, looked at Rong Ling who was drinking with her head down, and did not say a word.

Yu Wen Min Xin continued, "In my opinion, Second Prince's actions are inappropriate. Even if it's just a child's mouth, reading such a poem is really too much. With my low talent in poetry, who wouldn't be able to hear the wonders of this poem? Big Sister Yu'er, what do you think Second Prince really meant? Isn't he afraid of showing off too much and arousing others' vigilance? "

"How would I know anything about others?" Liu Wei said perfunctorily, but just as he was about to look away, he suddenly raised his head, and his deep black eyes met with's.

The moment their four eyes met, Liu Wei seemed to have felt that something was different in Rong Ling's eyes, but that thing disappeared in a flash. When Liu Wei wanted to search for it again, it was already gone.

At this moment, the empress at the high seat was silent for a long time before she spoke with a slightly cold gaze. "Logically speaking, if you recited the poem, you should have had the flower, but you recited it poorly, so the flower can't be given."

Everyone was thinking, "It's not bad, but it's too good!"

Liu Xiaoli blinked his large eyes, he was very perplexed, and also very aggrieved: "Not good?"

The empress smiled. "If you can make another one, I'll give you this flower."

As the Queen spoke, she took a osmanthus from Shu Zhen's hands and deliberately waved it at him.

Liu Xiaoli bent his chubby little finger and finally gritted his teeth.

He began to recite:

There are eight trees in the south,

There was no time for prosperity.

Do not know the wind and frost bitter,

Ankh's period of decline.

This poem was not as shocking as the previous one, but it was equally outstanding.

The Queen looked at Rong Ling again. This time, it was clear that Rong Ling did not say anything to the child.

However, Liu Wei knew that this was the work of a talented person named Fan Yun from Liang time, and was also one of the poems that she had marked out in the《 300 Tang Poems》.

Liu Xiaoli seemed to have gotten into a fight with the osmanthus flower, and angrily recited another poem, this time reciting it with the song of "Honeysuckle" written by Li Jianzhi:

Only three autumns to subdue the masses,

There was no need for orange green and orange yellow.

Since the middle of the month,

The fruit was fragrant in the sky.

The Queen was stunned, the others also shifted their gaze from Rong Ling to Liu Xiaoli.

A poem could be said to be the advance notice of the Second Prince, but there were three of them in one breath.

However, was this poem really written by a child who was not even five years old?

Is that possible? The child was still so young, perhaps he couldn't even recognize the words, yet he could already compose such a good poem?

Liu Xiaoli saw that the Empress had decided to keep quiet and not let go, she was infuriated, and felt that she had been played around. She raised her leg and kicked the table in front of him, and with that kick, before anyone could react, Rong Ling had already grabbed her wine jug and sat down.

As a result, everyone looked on helplessly as a short arm and a short leg Dou Ding walked over and kicked a red wooden table into the middle of the garden.

The table full of pastries fell onto the ground, at the same time, a concave spot appeared on the table, it was exactly the size of Liu Xiaoli's footprints.

"I want flowers!" Liu Xiaoli was very unhappy, his small face flushed red.

When the surrounding eunuchs and maids saw this battle, they really wanted to charge forward and shout, "Protect the emperor!" Because this formation looked like it was about to be used for assassination, but it looked like the assassin was a child who hadn't grown all his hair yet.

The eunuchs and maids swallowed back their words. They felt that if they really shouted it out loud, they would lose a lot of face.