As soon as Li Hao stepped into the main hall, he heard the sound of poetry recitation coming from inside.
"White feathers float on green water, red palms paddle the clear waves... Haha, interesting, interesting!"
"Did Little Ten write this after seeing the big goose in the courtyard pool? It's quite vivid and detailed, haha, my son could compose poetry at the age of four!"
"Mr. Kong said that my son is a rare poetic talent in a hundred years. With proper nurturing in the future, he might even achieve second place in the examinations!"
Li Tianzong was pacing in the hall with a piece of paper in his hand, his face full of smiles.
Chen Hefang sat beside him, her face adorned with a gentle smile, and said, "Look how happy you are, it's just a few poems. Since when did you become fond of these literary things?"
"As long as my son does it, I like it."
