Chapter 175

As far as the son of the royal family is concerned, who doesn't know the meaning of these four words? It seems that Rong Ling has long had a strong heart. Today, through his son's mouth, is this a good opportunity to give you a hint?

It implies that he is tolerant of Leng, and that the literati and martial arts are also figures who have the power to fight for the throne?

Rong Su thinks this way, so does the prince. However, Rong Su and Rong Ling are not good at each other, while the prince and Rong Ling are good at each other, so the idea runs counter to each other.

The prince didn't think that rongling's awe at the moment was aimed at him. After all, they just talked about the reason why they didn't tear their faces suddenly, so why did rongling do it at the moment?

The prince's eyes were deep. His eyes turned twice on Liu Xiaoli and twice on Rong Ling. He couldn't see through all the time.

But Yu Wenyao, on the other side, clasped his lips and touched Yan Pei, who still remembered the poem.

Yan Pei is interrupted by him and looks across impatiently.

Yu Wenyao approached Yan Pei's ear and said, "who do you think wrote this poem?"

Yan Pei glanced at Wen Yao suspiciously and said naturally, "is it not Rong Duwei?"

"Sure enough." Yu Wenyao laughed and took a sip of tea.

Yan Pei was confused by Yu Wenyao's expression: "what do you mean? Isn't it Rongdu? "

Yu Wenyao's eyes were fixed on Liu Xiaoli, and he said slowly: "even if Rong Leng is humble, he can't hide this part. Moreover, the Emperor just gave Zhen Gemen to him completely for the sake that he didn't know the words on the surface, and trained him to be the prince's future Minister of brachial shares. Do you think it's possible for Rong Ling to expose all the secrets in order to spoil the children? These people present today can be heard by the emperor at random. Rong Leng is not afraid of losing the emperor's heart and making the emperor feel uneasy about him. "

Yan Pei frowned. He kept it in the house all the year round. He didn't know much about the affairs of the dynasty, so he asked, "do you mean that this poem was written by this child?"

Even if Liu Xiaoli has sent him red blood pill several times, he is already grateful for it, but he can't imagine that a little child is such a talent.

Yu Wenyao shook his head again, with a smile in his eyes: "I think his father did it."

"His father?" Yan Pei was stunned for a moment, and then he thought, "the man in white you said last time? "The work that Rong Duwei invited from Jiangnan?"

"With such a person, I'm not curious about this child's ability. I'm sure that his father accidentally wrote this poem and he listened to it. If you think about it, how old is that person's ability? How long has it been since he came to Beijing? It means that he can find out the murderer before the new year. Now in Kyoto, anyone who has lost his child will regard Mr. Liu as a God? I hope he will find out the murderer and save their children. "

How many families have lost their children in Kyoto? If they can find all these children back, what kind of affection is it?

Mr. Liu, Zhen Gemen, how many members of the imperial court would you like to bear the gratitude of the princes?

Yan Pei listened, but he didn't think much about the case. He just looked at the child who was less than five years old in the distance and began to wonder who his father would be.

Here, Yu wenminxin secretly pulls Liu Wei's sleeve and whispers, "what do you want to do? Do you want to go with the prince? "

Liu Wei raised her eyes and looked at the face of Rong Leng, who was bowing her head and drinking. She did not speak.

Yu Wenmin Xin still said: "in my opinion, the three princes' action is really inappropriate. Even by the mouth of this child, it is really too much to read such a poem. My poetry talent is so low, and I can also hear the beauty of this poem. Who can't hear the other people present? Sister Wei'er, what do you mean by three princes? He's not afraid to be too sharp and alert? "

"I don't know about others." Liu Wei casually perfunctorily, just about to take back his sight, but he saw that the face of Rong Ling suddenly raised his head, the dark eyes, distant, and she was opposite.

At the moment when the four eyes meet, Liu Wei seems to notice something different in Rong Ling's eyes, but that thing is fleeting. When Liu Wei wants to explore again, it's gone.

At this time, the empress in the high position, after a long time of silence, opened her eyes slightly coldly: "it's reasonable to say that you should give you flowers after reading poems, but if you don't read well, you can't give them."

Everyone thought, not bad, but too good!

Liu Xiaoli blinks big eyes, very confused, also very aggrieved: "not good?"

The queen smiled: "if you can make another one, this flower will be given to you."

The queen said, took a osmanthus from the tree Zhen's hand, and deliberately shook it twice toward Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli's chubby little finger bent and finally bit his teeth.

Open mouth reads a way:

there are eight trees in the south, and

there are no four hours of prosperity.

If you don't know the bitterness of wind and frost,

know the scattered period.This poem is not as shocking as the previous one, but it is equally excellent. The queen looked at Rong Leng again. This time, it was clear that Rong Leng didn't say anything to the child. How could the child export the poem? But Liu Wei knew that it was written by a talented man named fan Yun in Liang Dynasty. It was also one of the three hundred poems of the Tang Dynasty that she had written. Liu Xiaoli seems to have been on the bar with the sweet osmanthus, and read another song with a strong voice. This time, he read the ode to sweet osmanthus written by LV Shengzhi of the Song Dynasty:In the third autumn, I will crush all the fragranceWhy orange and yellow. Since the middle of next monthIf the fruit is fragrant in the sky. The queen is now in a daze, and the eyes of others turn to Liu Xiaoli. A poem can be said to be told in advance by three princes, but three poems at a time, and the environment and meaning are superior, which is not easy to say that they are collusion in advance. But is this poem really written by these five-year-old children? Is it possible? A child is so young that he can't even recognize a word. How can he write such a good poem? Liu Xiaoli saw that the empress simply didn't say anything and didn't give flowers. She was not angry. She felt that she had been fooled. As soon as he raised his foot, he kicked the desk in front of her. Before the public could respond to that kick, Rong Ling had grabbed the wine pot and sat at the back. So, people watched a short arm and short leg little Douding, and kicked a mahogany table to the center of the garden. A table of cakes fell to the ground. At the same time, there was a hollow on the table. It was the size of Liu Xiaoli's footprints. "I want flowers!" Liu Xiaoli is very unhappy. Her face is red. The eunuch maids around watched the battle and wanted to rush up and shout "escort"! Because this battle seems to be about to be assassinated at first sight, but it seems that the assassin who is about to be assassinated is a child with no hair. When the eunuchs and maids came to their mouths, they were all swallowed. They only thought that if they really shouted, they would lose face.