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Liang Dong did his part, and immediately shook his head and poetry: "Fei Qiong took the next Yaochi, and the snow-cleared river on the thousands of cars. Even Ling went to Tianzhi a few feet, and turned back to Longyan."

This is why he pondered over the whole night, thinking about dealing with Nalan Changyi at the banquet today, and letting his face look long. Sure enough, after he finished the poem, everyone applauded.

"Okay, do it well."

"It is really a talented person on the rivers and mountains. After the waves of the Yangtze River, the waves are more powerful than the waves."

"It’s all good children in the West Chu State, and we will be able to become a champion in the future."

Everyone praised them. When you said a word, you looked at Liang Dong’s eyes and became different. From plainness to praise, he said, “If my children can do like him. The poem is just fine."

"Hey, what a ghost thing, messy, I can't understand a sentence." Only Mo Xuerou listened directly to the side.

"You know a fart." Liang Dong heard the voice and was busy saying, "How can you understand if you are so stupid?"

"You!" Mo Xuerou did not know that Liang Dong was actually swearing in public, and suddenly felt that this person was really uncultivated.

Mo Jianchen listened to the old face and it was black. It really looked at the face of Feng Yuanhou. He didn’t usually care about a child: "Liang Dong’s young master is smart, versatile, and poetry is like a handkerchief. The average person can't compare."

Mo Jianchen perfunctored a few words of Liang Dong.

Liang Dong proudly looked up and snorted, and did not pay attention to her.

Liang Quanbo saw his son's ignorance, but he thought that it would be much better for his son to compare with the past. Before seeing him, except for eating, he was fighting all day. There was no seriousness. I couldn’t think of it. In the past few days, I was still in the room, and I was able to read the poems. I was also happy in my heart.

Regardless of what his poems are and can make poems, he has already looked at his son and naturally smiled happily.

"My son has made a lot of progress recently, and I am very pleased." He also praised his son and patted his son's face. "It is a good son."

Liang Dong got the idea, and then looked at Nalan Changyi, he did not believe that he could make a better poem than him.

"It's your turn, Naran Changyi?" he screamed.

Nalan Changyi lowered her head, as if she was thinking, she could not make poetry for a long time.

"Haha, look at you like that, it won't be impossible to do it?" Liang Dong said happily. "It doesn't matter if you can't make it. You can admit defeat now, and you can call the three young masters." I will not care about you."

Liang Dong smiled happily, and some were smug.

Luo Qingyi saw such a scene, but she was not in a hurry because she believed his son had an unforgettable skill. The story of the seven gourd dolls, he can remember it after listening to it, not to mention only a few poems.

"Well, then I will take it for a while." Nalan Changyi was helpless.

"If you want to do it, you will have less nonsense." Liang Dong is the most incompetent to him.

"Silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering firefly. Heavenly night cool as water, sit watching the morning glory and actress." Nalan Changyi read one.

Immediately, the scene was silent, and for a moment, the banquet scene seemed to be quiet and even a needle fell. All of them could hold their breath, and carefully recalled what the child had said.

"Scorpio, this is amazing."

"I don't think this kid can have such a talent."

"The poems that have been read are so amazing."

"Talent, this is,"

"Sure enough, it is still talented, learning five cars, admire, admire."

Everyone could not help but have a different understanding of Nalan Changyi from the bottom of my heart. I thought that when Wei Tianlin said that he was a child prodigy, he nodded involuntarily, as if he believed in the general.

Look at Liang Dong. In contrast, the poems he said are not worth mentioning. In front of him is a heaven, an underground, with a cloud of mud.

Liang Dong sees this, it is very convincing, it is true.

Why? It was just that everyone was complimenting him, how did he boast of Nalan Changyi? These people are the two sides of the wall grass, so that he is not angry.

"Nalan Changyi, you cheated, your poem is copied!" Liang Dong did not believe such a poem from the bottom of his heart, was made by Nalan Changyi.

Hearing this, everyone has raised doubts: "Yes, yes, a five-year-old child can't have such talent. Is it really copied?"

Seeing that everyone was talking about it, Nalan Changyi was embarrassed to prepare to admit it, but was dragged by Luo Qingyu.

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

Her voice is not too light, but just enough for everyone to hear.

Everyone listened to her saying this, trying to think back from her mind, trying to search for the source of this poem, why everyone thought about it, even the old master who was present could only shake his head helplessly.

They could not have heard this poem at all.

Because this poem is an ancient poem familiar to Luo Qingying's past life, it is not a time and space thing. How can they know?

I can't figure it out, and everyone has begun to praise Nalan Changyi, thinking that he is really a genius.

Nalan Changyi also has no problem, frankly admits: "You don't want to praise me. In fact, this poem is made by my mother. I really borrowed the works of my mother, I am really embarrassed."

I was even more surprised when I heard everyone here: "I thought Mrs. Luo was the real talented woman."

"There will be such a mother, and the son will naturally not go anywhere."

"I thought that Nalan Changyi was smart enough. I couldn’t think that the mother was smarter than her son."

Listening to the praises of everyone, Luo Qing’s modest smile: “Where is it, just idle, nothing to do, feel free to do it.”

"Be free to do this, if you get serious, how come?"

"That is, Mrs. Luo is not modest."

Luo Qingying said with a smile: "In fact, I prefer to tell stories. It is really not very good for this poem."

Everyone feels that Luo Qingying is overly modest and low-key. Wei Tianlin just came over with a smile and took Wei Liangcai to come to Luo Qingying.

"Oh, don't hurry to see Mrs. Luo."

"I have seen Mrs. Luo." Wei Liangcai politely bowed to Luo Qingying.

Luo Qingyi only thinks that this child is more polite than other children. "No matter, exemption." Then he let Nalan Changyi take Wei Liangcai's birthday present.

"Small gifts, not respect, but also good friends can not be disgusted." Luo Qingyi gave a new picture book to Wei Liangcai.

"Thank you, Madam." Wei Liangcai took the story book with very polite hands. He didn't care about it. At first glance, his eyes brightened.

"Wow..." The students with sharp eyes underneath have recognized that it is a painted

The story book, "It’s a painted book, I want it."

Because a few days ago, Nalan Changyi took a similar trip to the school. At that time, they were fortunate enough to listen to Nalan Changyi’s story about seven gourd dolls, and they immediately coveted three feet. The gift is very envious.

Wei Liangcai actually heard the story that day, but at that time he was embarrassed to go up, but he was very interested in such a painting. Immediately, the fundus was already a cover-up excitement. "Can I open it?" He cautiously asked Luo Qingyi.

"Of course, it is yours, it is yours, you want to see when you can." Luo Qingxiao smiled.

Wei Liangcai couldn't help but be novel, and excitedly opened the story book in his hand.

""Three Beats of Bone Bone"" Wei Liangcai lighted the name of the book, and was immediately attracted by these five words. I feel that it must be a very wonderful story. He couldn't wait to turn another page and looked at it with great interest.

The children next to him were close to him. They stretched their necks and looked at them. Some of them were so ghosts that they couldn’t help but stand up and approached him. They wanted to see the wonderful contents of the story book. .

Luo Qingying saw this and gave Wei Tianlin a look. The latter immediately understood her meaning.

"Now the children, the things they like are really getting more and more fascinating. When I was young, I saw what paintings I had seen in my childhood. At that time, my family gave us a bedtime story. But at that time, the family was not so busy. Adults have time to spend with their children, but now the official is also busy with business. I have never had time to take care of my family. Now I have a good story. With a painted story book, the children are willing to read the book and can save a lot of heart for you. !"

Some people immediately expressed their emotions and could not help but praise the benefits of the storybook: "Yes, yeah, my family is not willing to read books, telling him how many times he does not listen!"

"No, my family is the same. The stinky boy wants him to read a few books, just like him. He is not willing to live or die, but it is really killing me!"

"Hey, who said it is not, every family has a difficult experience. It is enough to make a child's mischief."

"If I can be as diligent and eager to learn as Wei Gongzi, I can also be interested in books, and I will communicate with people who are motivated. I want to make a lot of money, I am happy!"

"Yeah, yes, silver is not important. What you have is money. As long as the child is obedient, it can give us a little peace of mind. He must do whatever he wants!"

"Yes, that's right!"

Everyone followed up to discuss the things that children read.

"But where did you get the painted book, and the birthday gift that Wei gave to Wei Gongzi, one book, precious one, we can't borrow it one by one?"

"You look at me, staring at the book, I can't wait to get into the book!"

The crowd was so excited that they saw the children look around in a circle and they never thought that one day their children could be interested in a book.

"Why is this difficult?" Wei Tianlin saw this and was busy laughing: "In fact, I was only lucky enough to enjoy the fun of reading the picture book earlier than the public sons. In fact, I don’t know how to say, painting like this. There are many books in the green bird line!"

"Oh? Blue Bird?"

"What is the blue bird line, where is this blue bird?"

"Right right, the county guards take us quickly?"

As soon as everyone heard such a book, they were enthusiastic and asked about the origins of the Blue Bird line.