All Heavens: From Joy of Life to The Great Feng Night Watchman

Li Chang'an said in a wise and old-fashioned manner, "When children are young, it is best not to separate them from their parents."

"No matter what, parents are the best teachers for their children."

Fan Jian's first wife passed away not long after giving birth to Fan Ruoruo.

Fan Jian was very busy with work, and his children were also taken care of by maids.

Since Liu Ruyu had just married into the family, the old lady was worried that Miss Liu wouldn't be able to take good care of the child.

Although Li Chang'an's statement was somewhat novel, Fan Jian understood the underlying principles.

However, when he saw Fan Ruoruo holding Li Chang'an's hand tightly, he frowned.

Li Chang'an, that kid, he doesn't want Ruoruo to leave the capital, does he have any ulterior motives?

This young prince has the potential to be a womanizer!

Ruoruo is only one year old!

Fan Jian turned his head and saw Li Zhi winking at Li Chang'an.

Fan Jian got angry as soon as he saw Li Zhi, and turned to Li Chang'an to say something.

"Your Highness, you don't want Ruoruo to leave the capital?"

Then, a cunning look appeared deep in Fan Jian's eyes.

"How about this, you write a poem for Ruoruo, and I'll prevent her from leaving the capital!"

Li Zhi walked over with a smile, "Fan Jian, you're being too difficult!"

"Write a poem right now and let me see it!"

Fan Jian grinned, "Hey! I can't do it!"

Li Zhi pointed at Fan Jian's nose and said, "If you can't even do that, how can my third brother, who is only five years old, compose poetry!"

Fan Jian persisted, "You think it's that easy to keep my daughter here!"

Then, he reached out and touched Fan Ruoruo's head.

"Is it, Ruoruo?"

Fan Ruoruo ignored Fan Jian and pointed to the big white goose in the pond.

"Goose, goose!"

Li Chang'an patted Fan Jian on the shoulder and revealed a confident smile.

"Lord Fan, look, Ruoruo is already giving me hints."

"She doesn't want to leave Kyoto either!"

Fan Jian couldn't help but chuckle, "Did Ruoruo give you a hint?"

What can a one-year-old child tell you?

"Does this prompt you to compose a poem?"

Chapter 7: Composing Poetry at Five! The Northern Qi Delegation's Questions!

While Fan Jian was making things difficult for him, Li Chang'an had already made his decision.

Copying poems!

Copying poems has its benefits.

By taking advantage of the fact that this world lacks Tang and Song poetry, we can significantly improve our literary ranking.

If you want to increase your influence in the world of Joy of Life, copying poems is a shortcut.

However, copying poems also has its drawbacks.

Firstly, his sharp edge was too conspicuous, which aroused the suspicion of Emperor Qing.

Secondly, if Fan Xian were still alive, he would discover Fan Xian's identity as a time traveler.

Li Chang'an also had his own considerations regarding these two drawbacks.

When I was young, I copied simple poems.

When you grow up, you'll copy romantic tales, not stories of war, horses, or unfulfilled talents.

Poems about wind, flowers, snow, and moon often reveal the author's temperament.

For example, copying Li Yu's decadent poems from before the fall of his kingdom.

Even if he were the reincarnation of the God of Literature, one could not see the lofty ambitions in Li Chang'an.

As for Fan Xian, this is a complete paradox.

If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely worry about being discovered by Fan Xian as a time traveler, which would have adverse consequences.

However, Li Chang'an, having lived two lives and possessing a system, was already determined to go all out.

We're both time travelers, so why am I the one afraid of Fan Xian, instead of Fan Xian being afraid of me?

Fan Xian's previous incarnation was a patient with myasthenia gravis, and he was extremely cautious when he transmigrated.

If Fan Xian were to learn that there was another time traveler in the world, he would most likely conceal his identity as a time traveler.

The chosen ones of all the realms of reincarnation are not afraid of mere chosen ones of other planes!

How could a post-2000s generation being reborn into a system be afraid of an old man who was reborn from more than ten years ago!

This world ultimately belongs to the young!

"Goose, goose, goose."

Li Chang'an spoke each word clearly and distinctly.

Fan Ruoruo's bright, clear eyes were fixed on Li Chang'an.

Fan Jian's expression was strange, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Your Highness, Ruoruo called 'goose' twice, but you called 'goose' three times?"

"Do you think this is poetry?"

Li Zhi also said with a smile, "Third brother, a poem should have at least five characters!"

Liu Shuyan said dismissively, "Chang'an only started school at the age of six, how could he possibly compose poetry now?"

The scholars behind Fan Jian were all suppressing their laughter.

This third brother of Emperor Qing is indeed a womanizer!

They brazenly demanded that Fan Jian leave his one-year-old daughter in Kyoto!

A five-year-old child composing poetry?

What a joke!

Even those of them who have been reading poetry for over a decade couldn't put together a single poem in a short time.

These ambitious scholars couldn't help but show their disdain.

"Cuckoo!"

Just then, the big white goose let out a clear cry!

Li Chang'an then recited, "With its neck bent, it sings to the sky!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Jian's expression immediately turned serious.

He glanced at Li Zhi, whose eyes were also filled with surprise!

Clearly, neither of them expected that Li Chang'an could actually recite a poem.

Li Zhi whispered to Fan Jian, "Even a goose's cry is described so elegantly by the third brother!"

A hint of excitement flashed in Fan Jian's eyes!

If this poem is acceptable, take it directly to the banquet tomorrow night!

The scholars who were watching were somewhat shocked!

One of the scholars couldn't help but slap his thigh.

"Awesome! It's so damn elegant!"

"However...it doesn't seem to match..."

Another scholar said, "Fool, try adding two empty rules!"

The man had been muttering, "Goose, goose, goose, with its curved neck singing to the sky!"

After reading it aloud, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Absolutely amazing! I could never write something like that!"

Everyone was startled, and the large white goose in the pond swam forward a few inches in fright.

Li Chang'an continued copying the poem: "White feathers float on green water, red webbed feet stir clear waves!"

This line stunned everyone in the room who understood poetry!