Gao Yang's words to Yuan Qing, "If even a few playboys can't beat him, how can he destroy the Turks in the future?" He kept thinking about it. This sentence was extremely domineering, and it came from the mouth of a five-year-old child, which made him unable to help mention this matter to Yang Su.

Although Yuan Qing was quite loved by Yang Su when he first came, Yang Su had too many descendants. In addition, he replaced Su Wei as the Minister of Shangshu Youpushe a year ago, and the court was busy, so he quickly forgot about Yuan Qing. When Gao Yang mentioned the name Yuan Qing, he was stunned for a long time and could not remember which grandson he was.

Fortunately, Feng Deyi reminded him that he remembered that it was the illegitimate child two years ago. He slowly recalled the scene when he first met Yuan Qing two years ago. The child was a bit different. I don’t know how he was doing recently? He was praised by Gao Yan, which made him very eager to see Yuan Qing.

At this time, the door opened, and Yuan Qing quickly walked in from outside the door. He knelt down obediently, kowtowed three times to Yang Su, and another to Gao Yang, with the distinction between the host and the guest.

"Sun's son Yuanqing greeted his grandfather and greeted Gao Prime Minister!"

Yang Su lightly stroked his long beard and nodded in his heart, "This child has even noticed the details of kowtowing. No wonder Gao Feng said that he is polite, it's good!"

He immediately smiled and said, "Good boy, get up!"

Yuan Qing stood up, and Yang Su looked at him carefully. He saw that he was tall and strong, although his skin was very fair, he was not weak, full of momentum, and he seemed to be very powerful. No wonder he could fight six. Moreover, he seemed to be only five years old, but he looked like he was seven or eight years old. I remember when I first saw this boy two years ago, I thought he was taller than ordinary people, and he was a talented person.

"Yuan Qing, my grandfather hasn't cared about you in the past two years. What have you learned?"

Yuan Qing bowed and said respectfully: "Report to my grandfather, my grandson has been studying and practicing calligraphy in the mansion. When he is free, he goes to the martial arts field to see the martial arts masters teach their servants' martial arts."

Gao Feng next to him listened to Yuan Qing's clear and organized speech, and couldn't help asking: "Yuan Qing, have you learned the Analects of Confucius?"

Yuan Qing quickly replied: "Reported to the Prime Minister, the Analects of Confucius has been completed last year and the Book of Songs. Now he is learning to write poetry."

Yuan Qing did not lie. Since last month, Shen Qiuniang began to try to teach them to write short poems. Although Yuan Qing knew a lot about the later Tang and Song lyrics, he really wanted him to write his own poems, but he wrote them in a mess, and he was not interested in writing poems.

Gao Bing heard that he had learned a lot, so he wanted to test him. He smiled slightly, "Since he has learned to write poetry, have he written a few poems?"

Yuan Qing was a little hesitant. He wrote two poems. Although he felt good about himself, his aunt said that the poems he wrote were not poems, but spelling words. If he really took them out, it would probably embarrass his grandfather, but he felt unsatisfied when he let him steal the poems of future generations.

He secretly glanced at Yang Su, and smiled when he saw him stroke his beard and didn't say anything. It seemed that it didn't matter, but his eyes were full of enthusiasm and a hint of nervousness, just as Feng Deyi said, his grandfather was waiting for him to fight for face.

He knew that his grandfather Yang Su was a person who wanted to save face. If he had a bad performance today and lost face to Yang Su, he might not have the chance to stand out in the future. He wanted to rebel. If he succeeded today, he could take the opportunity to make a foundation-building request. He had been looking forward to it for a year and a half. When he thought of learning martial arts from now on, he felt excited.

Since writing poetry is just a means and a stepping stone to achieve one's wishes, why bother to care too much about whether it was written by oneself? The key is to build the foundation. As long as you can achieve your goals, not to mention plagiarizing one or two Tang poems, even if you take all three hundred Tang poems for yourself, he will not feel guilty.

He walked step by step with his hands behind his back, as if he was learning from Cao Zijian's seven-step poem. In fact, he was considering which poem was better to use. It is still the era of ancient poetry. He could not recite Tang and Song lyrics casually, and he was not qualified to establish a sect.

Last month, he compiled more than a dozen songs. He originally wanted to show off to his aunt, but in the end he gave up. His aunt knew better than anyone else and would not believe that it was written by him. Today, she could give it a try.

He remembered that there was a poem that was very appropriate. After more than a month, he forgot a little. He walked step by step, far more than seven steps, at least thirty steps, and finally remembered it.

"Can you start now?" he asked Gao Yang with his head tilted.

Seeing that he looked cute, Gao Yang nodded with a smile, "Tell me! I'll listen carefully."

Yuan Qing did not say that poem directly, but preheated it first, and he recited loudly: "Geese, goose, goose, singing towards the sky, white hair floats in green water, red palms push clear waves."

This is a poem written by Luo Binwang when he was seven years old, which is in line with his current age. Gao Bing laughed and praised: "No, very childlike!"

Yang Su still smiled but didn't say anything, but he felt a little disappointed. Although this poem was fresh, it still lacked a domineering aura. He hoped that his grandson would write a domineering poem like how to destroy the Turks, so that Gao Yang could completely stunned, rather than saying things like being very childlike.

Yang Su has been secretly competing with Gao Yang. Gao Yang is versatile in civil and military affairs, and his talent in governing the world is far inferior. Not only that, Gao Yang's sons are very successful, and his eldest son Gao Biaoren is outstanding in talent and knowledge. He married the daughter of the crown prince Yang Yong as his wife a few years ago, which made Yang Su quite jealous. Most of his children and grandchildren are mediocre talents.

It is rare for Gao Qing to praise one of his grandsons for being domineering. He hopes that Yuan Qing can compete for himself and suppress Gao Qing's momentum, but Yuan Qing's poem about goose disappointed him too much.

Yang Su couldn't help asking: "Yuan Qing, are there any other poems?"

Yuan Qing quickly bowed and replied, "Reporting to my grandfather, this poem about goose was an interesting work by my grandson a year ago, but recently my grandson was thinking about military merits and wrote another poem to show his ambition. I am just worried that Prime Minister Gao might not be interested."

"When will I be no longer interested in you little slippery?"

Gao Yang laughed and scolded him, "You can explain the poem of the Zhi, it is well written, and I will be rewarded!"

"Then my grandson will be ugly!"

Yuan Qing thought about it for a while and then slowly chanted:

"The beacon shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy.

Ya Zhang left Fengque, and the iron cavalry surrounded the Dragon City.

The carved flag paintings are dark in the snow, and the wind is mixed with drum sounds.

It is better to be a centurion than to be a scholar."

"good!"

Yang Su couldn't help but praise him loudly: "What a 'why would rather be a centurion than a scholar!"

He was very proud and turned around and asked Gao Ying: "Gao Xiang, how about this poem?"

Gao Yang was thinking intently. He didn't really believe that this poem could be written by a five-year-old child, but no matter what he thought, he just couldn't remember that he had read this poem. It should not be a plagiarism. Of course he couldn't remember it. This poem was written by Yang Jiong, a poet of the Tang Dynasty decades later.

Gao Yang finally showed a bitter smile on his face. He could feel Yang Su's pride. He gently stroked Yuan Qing's little head and sighed: "What a child prodigy!"

He squatted down and pressed Yuan Qing's tender shoulders, stared at his eyes and said, "You are a genius and beautiful jade. You should be carved by a good craftsman. My Bohai Gao family is a famous family, and my brother Gao Zhi is even more famous in the world. I asked him to accept you as a closed disciple. What do you think?"

When Yang Su saw that Gao Yang was finally impressed by his grandson's talent, he was overjoyed. It would be great if he could become a closed disciple of the famous scholar Gao Zhi. He was about to agree on Yuan Qing, but he saw Feng Deyi winking at him desperately, meaning to tell him not to agree. Although he didn't know the reason, Yang Su always trusted Feng Deyi, so he changed his mind and smiled and said, "Yuan Qing, you do it according to your own ideas, don't force yourself."

Yuan Qing heard that his grandfather wanted to refuse, and he himself was unwilling to do so, so he slowly shook his head, "I don't want to learn literature, I want to learn martial arts!"

Gao Bing felt that Yuan Qing had more development in literary talent, and could write such grand poems at a young age. If this boy was good at cultivating, he would be a pillar of the Sui Dynasty in the future. He also heard that Yang Su was not willing to let Yuan Qing learn literature from him, but Gao Bing still wanted to give it a try again and induce Yuan Qing, "Why must you learn martial arts? Now the world is settled, and it is time for everything to be done. Learning literature can better assist the king and govern the world. Wouldn't it better to realize your ambitions?"

Yuan Qing still shook his head firmly, "My ambition is to be a centurion and become a scholar. Before the Turks were destroyed and the Western Regions were not taken, how dare the prime minister say that the world has been settled?"

Gao Yang was stunned. After a long time, he sighed, "I, Gao Yang, assisted the king for fourteen years, and was praised as the first prime minister of the founding country. But I was not ashamed of seeing that I was not as good as a five-year-old child!"

Yang Su secretly praised, neither humble nor arrogant, and extremely courageous, and dared to directly denounce the prime minister. This is his grandson of Yang Su. He regretted it and was glad that he was confused and did not know that he had such a good grandson. Fortunately, he discovered it in time and had time to train it.

At this moment, Yang Su also recognized Yuan Qing that this grandson would definitely be the hope of the Yang family in the future.

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