The little boy blushed and said, "What's so difficult about writing poetry? Who can't do it?"

Yu Lan turned around and faced the two big girls.

Xiaoyue Xiaoyu watched Yulan teasing Xiaozhengtai with great joy.

Yu Lan said: "Oh, what should I do? I suddenly became very interested in poetry."

Xiaoyue immediately continued: "Then you should make a quatrain. There should be different kinds of animals and different kinds of colors in the poem."

The little boy obviously didn't trust Yu Lan: "Tsk! Just blow it, are poems so easy to write?"

"What if I can do it?"

The little boy pointed to his golden crown and said, "If you can make it, I will give you the big bead on the hat!"

"Very good! This big pearl of yours belongs to me!" Yulan read slowly: "Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky. The window contains the snow of thousands of years in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from the East Wu."

"..." The little boy was surprised. Although he was not very old, he had been exposed to it since he was a child. He grew up in this environment, and he still had basic appreciation abilities.

Yulan asked: "How did my poem go?"

The little boy's period of Ai Ai for a long time, saying: "horse tiger ..."

Yu Lan smiled triumphantly and murmured to himself: So so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so''''''''''''''''''''s'''Tang sage Du Fu's famous poetry has been passed down through the ages!

"This bead belongs to you." The little boy didn't hesitate. He took off his crown, pulled off the big bead on his hat, and handed it to Yulan's hand. He regretted not lingering on such a priceless treasure.

No expression at all.

Yulan couldn't help but said seriously: "This thing is too precious and I don't want it! I was joking with you!"

The little boy frowned nicely: "A gentleman's words are hard to follow! Can you take back what you say? Who do you think I am! Take it if I give it to you." He then said confidently: "If you do

If you think I'm at a disadvantage, I can just give your poem to me..."

Yulan knew that he was going to deal with her husband with this poem. Anyway, it was not a poem written by herself, so she was happy and generous. She blinked her eyes and said, "Of course, the young master is so smart, not to mention this kind of poem.

No matter how good it is, you can do it, right?"

"Of course!" The little boy was so praised by her that he almost flew into the sky, and his little face glowed red.

Yu Lan suppressed her laughter and coughed, then lowered her voice and asked quietly: "My dear, do you remember those four lines of the poem? Do you want me to read it again?"

The little boy held the golden crown in one hand and the garland in the other, and snorted with his nostrils pointing to the sky: "What's so difficult about this!"

Just as he was talking, an old mother wearing a lilac-colored robe with ten kinds of brocade makeup turned up on the bluestone road in the distance. When she saw the little boy, her face immediately showed joy, and she ran two steps in front of him. She stretched out her hand and wiped the brow on her forehead.

With beads of sweat, he said: "Old man, I've found you! Why did you come here in the blink of an eye? The prince and princess in front of me couldn't find you anywhere, and they were almost dying of panic!"

Old man?! Which mansion is this called?

The little boy murmured: "Mommy, I just came out for a while..."

"Oh, I haven't seen you for a while, why did you even drop your hat!" The old mother took the golden crown from the little boy's hand, and then realized belatedly that the big bead on his hat was missing, "This

Where are the beads on it?"

Yu Lan felt embarrassed for a while, and raised his hand to return the bead to its original owner. However, the little boy stopped him with his sharp eyes.

The little boy said: "Who knows where it fell? It's just a bead, what's the big deal? I can ask my mother to put one back later."

"My old man, you can put it lightly, that is a treasure sent from Heilongjiang, which is thousands of miles away. With such color and texture, there are not many in the capital. What if the empress knew about it..."

After mumbling nonchalantly, he still put the golden crown without the big bead on his head, and stretched out his hands to carefully smooth out the wrinkles on the little boy's clothes.

"I'll tell my mother when I get back, and I won't hurt my grandma!"

The more Yulan listened, the more embarrassed she became. She hesitated and finally gave up. She didn't take out the beads just now, and it would be even more strange to take them out now.

After a while, the old mother had tidied up the little boy and stood straight up. Then she came up to salute Yulan and said politely: "My little king... you are naughty. I haven't caused any trouble to you, girl!"

Yulan said hurriedly: "The young master is smart and cute. Although we only got along for a short time, he was very happy. Why would he cause trouble?" She was telling the truth.

When the little boy heard what she said, he raised his eyebrows and showed a smile on his face. He seemed to be saying: You can talk!

The old mother said: "That's good! That's good! Prince Yanqing and the princess are waiting to see the young master in the main courtyard. It's not convenient to stay here for a long time, so the old lady will leave now!"
Chapter completed!