As soon as he entered the main hall, Li Hao heard the sound of poetry recitation coming from inside.
"White hair floats on green water, red palms stir the clear waves... Haha, interesting, interesting!"
"Did Little Ten write this after seeing the big goose in the courtyard pond? Quite vivid and detailed, haha, my son can write poetry at the age of four!"
"Mr. Kong said, my son is a once-in-a-century poetic talent. If he is properly nurtured, he might even secure a position as the second top graduate in the imperial examination!"
Li Tianzong, the "father," was seen pacing the hall with a paper in hand, his face beaming with smiles.
Chen Hefang was seated to one side, her face wearing a gentle smile, and said, "Look how happy you are, it's just a few poems. Since when have you started liking the pursuits of scholars and literati."
"I like anything my son does."
