Volume 1, Chapter 187: A poem about watching chess, to suppress the northern hooligans.
Since Ye Tingmu said so, Li Changling naturally didn't stop him.
He made a gesture of invitation.
Ye Tingmu touched Guanqi's head and said, "Go."
Guanqi nodded seriously.
Then Ye Tingmu looked at Qingfeng.
"Third brother, go help your sister recite, and show your strength."
Qingfeng stood up, his eyes full of confidence.
Reciting poetry is his strong point.
"Don't worry, brother. We can control them."
"Haha... Not bad, not bad."
So Qingfeng took Xiao Guanqi's hand and walked to the front of the crowd.
Everyone's eyes instantly focused on the two of them.
The curiosity and doubt in his eyes became even stronger.
Why two people go together?
It is rare to see such a young child participating in a poetry reading.
And he even wrote a poem and recited it on stage, which was absolutely the first time in history.
They didn't know if this had happened in other places, but it was indeed the first time in this Northern Rogue City.
Watching chess was a new kind of game.
Being watched by so many people, Guanqi seemed a little uneasy.
It should be nervous.
She is naturally introverted because she can't speak.
Now even more so.
I saw her holding rice paper in her hand, carrying a small bag, and with her head buried very low.
Qingfeng was different from her. He held his head high, with his small eyes looking down on the whole audience.
In his eyes, these people are trash, so he is naturally very arrogant.
Seeing this, Ye Tingmu grumbled in his heart.
It is not impossible that the third child is the Taoist ancestor. At least this child's aura is indeed much stronger than that of a normal child.
Qingfeng saw Guanqi lowering his head.
With his chubby little hands, he imitated his older brother and touched her head.
Comforting him: "Don't be afraid, you have your third brother!"
Guanqi looked up at Qingfeng, then nodded.
Facing everyone's doubts and discussions.
Qingfeng disagrees.
He took the rice paper from the chess player's hand.
Then spread it out.
Ao Ran said: "I am Ye Qingfeng. Today I will recite a poem written by my sister Ye Guanqi. Please keep quiet."
Don't underestimate him because he looks small. He is very imposing.
The people around him naturally didn't know that Guanqi was mute.
I just think that the little girl is shy. After all, she is too young and looks only about 6 years old.
There are so many people here, it's normal to be afraid.
But the one called Qingfeng was much calmer.
The crowd fell silent.
First, I was curious about what kind of poems this child could write, and I definitely wanted to listen to them carefully.
Second, who are their brothers? One is a scholar from Shangyun, and the other is suspected to be the fourth prince. Who among those present can afford to offend them?
Qingfeng saw that everyone was silent.
Just now he put on a very deep attitude.
Then the recitation began.
"Poem Title: [Wind and Moon]"
"Ye Guanqi's move!"
"The moon in the sky, the moon on earth, the moon on my shoulders as I go to school, the moon in my eyes as I lean on the railing on a high place, the moon in my eyes as I draw water with a bamboo basket, the moon is broken and round again."
"The wind in the mountains, the wind by the water, the wind under your feet while traveling on a sword, the wind in the sage's study flipping through books, the wind blowing the duckweed together."
After the recitation, Qingfeng suddenly put away the rice paper.
The scene was very quiet.
If we say, what Ye Tingmu wrote is vigorous and full of heart.
Then what Guan Qi wrote was about the love affairs of the world, riding horses in the martial arts world, and the romantic life of youth.
The meaning of her lyrics makes people salivate and yearn for it.
No one spoke, because in their opinion, such a poem could not be written by a six-year-old child.
Ye Tingmu frowned, his face full of pride.
He writes well, but that is plagiarism, but Guanqi is a real talent and she is only six years old this year.
If it is the future, there will definitely be one person who can dominate the literary world, and this is no exaggeration.
In his opinion, in today's match, watching chess can win the championship.
The crowd was speechless, even Chao Yu was stunned.
His face looked a little ugly. Instead of waiting for the chance to ridicule others, he got a slap in the face.
Slap in the face.
I am actually not as good as a six-year-old child.
He didn't believe that such poems were written while watching chess.
Li Changling came back to his senses from his daze.
He actually jumped down and came in front of Guanqi Qingfeng.
"Did you really write this?"
He was asking about watching chess.
He looked up at the chess game, tilting his head.
Then nodded.
Li Changling asked again: "How old are you?"
Guan Qi hesitated for a moment, took out the pen from his waist and wrote a number on the rice paper.
"6"
Li Changling was shocked when he saw this scene.
He was shocked to find out that the girl in front of him was only six years old.
But what was even more shocking was that the girl in front of him couldn't speak.
This scene naturally caught the eyes of everyone present.
They were surprised, but naturally guessed it.
The little girl in front of me was not afraid, but she couldn't speak.
That's why he needed that little fat boy to help him read.
But no one laughed at her, and there was certainly no mockery in their eyes.
Some were just shocked.
A six-year-old child who cannot speak can actually write such a beautiful poem.
Some girls in particular had spring in their eyes and were whispering softly.
"She's really cute and talented... that's it."
Li Changling squatted down at this time, level with Guanqi, and said seriously: "You write very good poems, better than your brother's."
The originally nervous expression of the chess player changed. It was naturally worth being happy to be praised by others.
So it’s also very fun to watch chess.
Her eyes narrowed into crescents, brighter than the moon in the sky.
Write two words on that paper.
'Thanks! '
Qingfeng held his little hands together with a cocky look on his face.
"Of course, we are the cultural representatives of our Ye family. What do you think?"
A smile also appeared on Li Changling's gentle face.
Although he didn't understand what the representative of cultural subjects meant, he could roughly guess that it probably meant the one with the highest academic attainments.
He stretched out his hand to touch Guanqi's little head, but Guanqi subconsciously took a step back.
Not everyone can touch her head.
Li Changling was a little embarrassed.
However, Yue Mingfeng, who was not far away, had a smile on his cold face.
Because he can touch the head of the person watching the chess game.
Li Changling asked, "Are you willing to go back to Kyoto with me and study in our academy?"
When Guanqi heard this, his eyes first showed joy, but then he looked at Ye Tingmu.
Ye Tingmu smiled at her, meaning that it was up to her to decide.
Anyway, the plan is to go back to Kyushu. If you want to go and watch the chess, then go.
But Qingfeng refused to do so.
"Hey, pretty boy...are you planning to take my sister as your apprentice? I'm warning you, you're not worthy."
Li Changling looked embarrassed. After all, he was known as the Little Poet Immortal by the world, but this fat guy actually said that he was not worthy.
I couldn't help but be speechless, but when I think about it carefully, it seems that I really don't deserve it.
Seeing that others could write such poems at the age of six, he really felt inferior to them.
He stood up and coughed lightly.
"What this little brother said is indeed correct. I, Li, am not very knowledgeable and is indeed not qualified to teach Miss Guanqi, but..."
He paused here, and then raised his voice a little.
"Today I will make the decision on behalf of my master and accept you as my master's disciple. Are you willing?"
PS: The poems in the poetry meeting were not written by the authors, except Feng He’s of course, haha.
After all, what Feng He wrote can be called poetry?
hey-hey.
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