Tang Taizong is my elder brother

Chapter 9 Brewing and Fermentation

The words are divided into two parts, and how Changsheng explained to his mother will not be mentioned here.

Among the three provinces and six ministries, the story of the three-year-old child prodigy in the court just now retreating from the Japanese envoy has spread.

Only in Honglu Temple, it is still quiet at this time.

Honglu Shaoqing Lu Ming called everyone together, threw a piece of paper on the table, took a sip from the tea bowl, and said lightly: "Look, everyone, how is this pair?"

Everyone gathered together, looked at it together, and watched it again.

"There are 28 generals in Yuntai, and 72 sages in Confucianism."

"The confrontation is still neat..."

"Even though the content is concise, the words used are not very innovative."

Lu Ming smiled, "If I ask a question, there must be a hundred ancient people's names in the upper and lower couplets, and use them as answers. Think about it again, everyone?"

The hall was quiet for a while.

After a while, someone nodded vaguely and murmured "wonderful".

Then someone said: "If there is the title first and this couplet later, it would be very suitable. Who is the expert who wrote this couplet, Mr. Lu?"

Lu Ming calmly said three words: "Li Changsheng?"

A moment of silence.

"Li Changsheng? That Li Changsheng?"

"I know a few famous people surnamed Li, but I haven't heard of one with the word 'Longevity'?"

"Could it be someone's pen name?"

"That's not the case..."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, discussing a lot, but in the end they were still confused about the name 'Li Changsheng'.

"It's just a three-year-old child, of course you haven't heard of it." Lu Ming looked at the surprised and inexplicable expressions of everyone, and felt secretly refreshed.

"A three-year-old... child?"

As soon as these words came out, not only the colleagues present, but also the soldiers standing guard outside the door all looked at each other, unable to conceal the shock in their hearts.

There was an instant commotion in the house.

"Is it really only three years old?"

"Which family's children, who did they learn from?"

"I've heard of a child prodigy Gan Luo in ancient times who was able to compose poems at the age of six and was sent to the Western Regions at the age of 12. But it's really unheard of for him to be able to match a match at the age of three..."

While drinking tea, Lu Ming vividly described what happened in the court hall.

All the people present were sighing and amazed, and when the Japanese slave finally vomited blood and fainted, some people clapped their hands and applauded.

But after a while, someone became suspicious: "According to Mr. Lu, it took only a moment for the Japanese slave to ask the question, and the child had the answer, and it was so neat and correct. I always feel that it doesn't look like he did it himself. Could it be I’ve heard others say it before, and I keep it in my heart, so let’s recite it silently at this time.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent for a while.

Memory and creation, which is difficult and which is easy, everyone knows in their hearts.

If a three-year-old child heard it in advance, kept it in his heart, and then took the opportunity to retell it at this time, this hypothesis sounds more likely.

After all, this child's behavior is like a story in a storybook novel, it's unbelievable.

At the beginning, everyone was shocked by this soul-stirring story and didn't think too much about it, but after the elements of "three-year-old boy" and "on-the-spot answering questions" were added, compared with the original couplet, it brought a huge sense of unreality.

The irrepressible contrast brought doubts: he couldn't have done it himself, I think he probably heard it.

So someone finally subconsciously said, "I think this kind of speculation is very likely..."

Before the words fell, a sudden shout came from the corner: "Zi Ran! Shut up!"

The person who was scolded was named Gao Ziran. He was startled, and when he looked back, he saw an old man holding a brush in his hand, looking at him seriously, with a nonchalant expression on his face.

The noisy room instantly fell silent.

　Ask for the triplet and ask for the monthly ticket~~~ Kowtow~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)