Several people were talking here, and suddenly Li Tinglan's exclamation came from the other side.
"You? Did you write this?" Lie Tinglan pointed at Li Xiaodao, her incredible voice rising an octave.
"Xiaoting, don't be rude."
After taking a few steps, Levalan scolded.
Lie Tinglan said aggrievedly: "Second sister, she said she never went to school, but look at the poems she wrote..."
Only then did everyone look at the table in the corridor, and a relatively decent font appeared on the paper.
The peach blossoms bloom first in the warm spring, and who doesn't see the beauty? Unfortunately, after the strong wind blows, the bright red patches are dotted with berry moss.
Although the Duke Protector's Mansion is the home of a military general, every child has been familiar with the Four Books, Five Classics and hundreds of schools of thought since childhood.
They value martial arts, but they are not weak in literature either.
Let’s not talk about the little girl Li Tinglan, let’s talk about Li Huilan, who is recognized as a literary star in the family. Naturally, you can see the difference in this poem at a glance.
The Li sisters are a little confused. Is there anything wrong with this poem?
Xiaomian and her eldest sister looked at each other, and Damai gave her a calm look.
Lie Huilan asked seriously: "Can Miss Li San write another song?"
Xiaodao glanced at his sisters and saw the two sisters nodding, so he smiled, picked up the pen, and then wrote another poem stroke by stroke.
Titled Capital City Nanzhuang
Cui Hu
Last year, today, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red color. I don't know where the human face went, but the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze.
But this time I brought the title and the name of the poet.
The sisters of the Li family looked at each other, and Li Huilan asked cautiously: "Who is this Cui Hu?"
"Oh, this is the author, he wrote this poem." Xiaodao smiled, feeling proud because he remembered the author.
Lie Tinglan opened her eyes wide and asked, "Which one is that?"
Xiaodao looked at Xiaomian sheepishly, "Second sister, I forgot who the author of this song is."
Xiaomian smiled and said: "I don't remember either. It seems to be during sexual intercourse."
The sisters of the Li family finally understood that it turned out that Li Xiaodao had not written this poem himself, which shocked them.
Lie Tinglan said dissatisfied: "Why do you copy other people's work? Why don't you write it yourself?"
Xiaodao smiled and said, "My second sister said that I have read three hundred Tang poems by heart, and I can recite them even if I can't compose them. I can't write poems, but I have a lot of poems in my mind. I shake my hands and they come out."
The sisters from the Li family collectively rolled their eyes.
Lie Huilan frowned, "Is Tang Shi also a person?"
Xiaomian was stunned and suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter.
During the winter, she had nothing to do. In addition to practicing Qigong and breathing, she also taught her family mathematics and poetry.
Facing her family, she has almost no defense, because no matter how shocking she is, her family can always accept her without changing her expression.
But if others are not your family members, they will always get to the bottom of it. There are many people in this family, so don’t let anything slip.
Xiao Mian was thinking about how to explain Tang poetry. Then he heard Damai say: "My father saved a strange man in Daqing Mountain before his death. He stayed here."
Xiaodao also said quickly: "Yes, uncle didn't say whether it was a person or the title of a book. We don't know either."
There is no proof of death, so this topic ends here.
Li Xiaomian pursed her lips and smiled.
Or Lie Tinglan couldn't help it again and asked: "Can you really remember 300 poems?"
"Absolutely. Anyway, I am the one who memorizes the most poems in our family." Xiaodao is very confident, except of course the second sister.
"Then you can write a few more songs and let me see."
So Xiaodao waved his hand, brushed and brushed, and played seven or eight songs in one go.
He didn't blink, his hands didn't shake, and his mind didn't even think.
The sisters of the Li family had to believe that the third lady of the Li family really had something in her stomach.
Lie Tinglan pouted and suddenly said: "Well, in seven days there will be a Spring Festival banquet at the house of the Minister of Rites. I will take you with me. Don't embarrass me."
"Ah? Do you still have to write poetry?" Xiaodao asked.
Lie Tinglan nodded: "I'm going to go and I won't be able to write anymore, so just help me finish it. Anyway, you have a lot of Tang poetry at home."
After the Li family left, the Protector held a tea party, focusing on the speech and performance of Li Xiaomian's family today.
The old lady said: "Mr. Song is steady and unassuming. He can distinguish the priorities when encountering problems, and he can be a general."
"Ms. Li is a bit out-of-the-box and flexible, but she always respects her elder sister-in-law. They are a good sister-in-law."
The old lady's high-scoring evaluation stunned the Protector for a moment.
It seems that the Li family is headed by the Song family.
Mrs. Shizi thought for a moment and said, "Ms. Song is a good mother."
Because we are both mothers, we both have children who have just grown up.
When we met for the first time, apart from chatting about the parents' petty issues, the most talked about thing was the children.
Speaking of children, Mrs. Song's whole body exuded the brilliance of motherhood that she, the crown prince and his wife, could not compare to.
Thinking of the youngest child's attachment to Mrs. Song, she added: "She loves children."
Speaking of the Xiaomian sisters, Li Xiaodao’s poems cannot be missed.
The Protector was not interested in the poem. He only glanced at the words and pushed them away. However, several children in the family took turns reading it.
Each of the children had their own merits in their evaluations, but the Protector only focused on one thing: affection and righteousness.
It is good to love children, but it is even better if the children are affectionate and righteous.
As for this person, as long as he has concerns, there will be constraints. Then this person can basically rest assured.
After some exchanges, the Lord Protector showed a comfortable smile. He turned around and urged his son: "Be prepared and order winter frostbite ointment in advance. It is best to prepare three years' supply."
Then he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly gave his eldest son a look.
"Don't just be a strict father, occasionally..."
Can you also act coquettishly?
Today, Li Benshan saw that his son's nephew was sweating on his head. The father rolled up his sleeves and wiped it away.
After wiping, he stretched out his forehead and asked, "Look, is there any sweat on Dad's head?"
I was just waiting there for my son to wipe away his sweat.
The family's sons and nephews gathered around to wipe the sweat off their heads. As a result, the three of them were busy working around Lie Yan again.
As if having sweat on your head is a big deal.
Isn’t that a big deal?
People in the mountains are most taboo about sweating and blowing in the wind. The mountain breeze is cold, and when it blows, it is not just as simple as catching a cold. The mountain breeze blows into the hair, eyes, and penetrates into the bones, but it can kill people.
But this scene actually caught the attention of the Protector again.
Look at my third grandson, who has a look of enjoyment on his face. Is that mountain man more considerate than my nimble Xiaosi? And he can serve others better than the beautiful girl at home?
Lie Liangji lowered his eyebrows and smiled bitterly in his heart.
Dad, didn’t I learn all this from you?
My father always said: A strict father will produce filial sons, but a loving mother will produce many bad sons.
Especially in our family, if we are strict, the children can learn their true skills. Only when they are skilled can people feel at ease.
Because being strict is truly good to the children, and can ensure that they come back alive after going to the battlefield.
The Li family were very excited when they returned home.
Everyone was chattering and vying to tell their stories and experiences.
Li said: "I was nervous at first, but as I walked, I suddenly thought about it. What are you afraid of? They are people with a nose and two eyes, aren't we? They all look the same.
What’s there to be afraid of?”
Mrs. Song smiled and said, "You are right to think so."
"Really, right? I will think so when I see you in the future."
Mrs. Li said proudly, and suddenly leaned closer to Mrs. Song.
"Sister-in-law, let's discuss the matter."
Mrs. Song looked at her funny and waited for her to continue.
Mrs. Li rubbed her hands in embarrassment, "Sister-in-law, this big family has servants, do you think our family should buy some?"