God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 35

Du Ruhui stayed up all night in Lai Guogong's mansion.

Du Ruhui was sitting in the study, with a picture of calligraphy placed on the table in front of him.

"Who knows that other than generals and princes, there are no happy people."

This was written by Du He in his study when he was bored. At first glance, it looks like a broken sentence, not a finished work.

Du Ruhui could read Du He's mood with just one glance.

As the son of the Tang Prime Minister, Du He has no intention of governing the country. He just wants to stay away from the court and be a happy man.

Du Ruhui naturally understood very well.

"But, this court, how can you stay away if you stay away from it?" Du Ruhui sighed.

Those who inquired about the news would come to report every hour.

Unfortunately, there was no news of Du He overnight.

I don't know what happened in the palace that night.

at dawn.

Du Ruhui's eyes were red and swollen, and after he was fully dressed, he was about to enter the palace to face the saint.

Du Ruhui said firmly: "No matter what heinous crime He'er committed, he is still my son. If His Majesty really wants to punish him, he should punish this old bone of me first!"

Suddenly, Old Fu pushed the door open and came in.

"My lord, Lord Minister of the Ministry of War, please see me!"

Du Ruhui was taken aback, and hurriedly invited Hou Junji into the residence.

Seeing Old Du's haggard face, Hou Junji understood everything, laughed and said, "Don't worry Du Xiang, Your Majesty just wants to grind Du He's temper, and has no intention of punishing him."

When Du Ruhui heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, "Old Fu, take out the good wine that I have treasured. Today, I want to drink with Master Hou."

……

"It's a pity that where the birds cry and the flowers fall, a pot of turbid wine is sent to the end of spring."

"Poor moon, so windy and cool night, a Qing businessman with an old body."

"Food and sleep peacefully to pass the sun and the moon, chat and sneer and make friends."

"Who knows that other than generals and princes, there are no happy people."

When Du He woke up early in the morning, he picked up his pen and completed the poem.

Of course, this is not his work, but Mr. Bai Juyi's masterpiece "Happy".

Now Mr. Bai Juyi doesn't know where it is, so Du He has the audacity to borrow it first.

Especially the last two sentences, he likes it very much.

No matter what princes and generals are, in the end, they are not all a piece of land. As a time traveler, Du He firmly believes that he should be chic and happy, and enjoy life to the fullest.

Seeing it, Zhao Yang, the servant next to him, couldn't help but praise: "Young Master Du, what a beautiful poem!"

Du He was amused: "Oh, Mr. Zhao, you also know poetry?"

Zhao Yang shook his head and said modestly: "I don't understand, I just can read and write."

Du Heyu said earnestly: "You can't do without studying poetry. The Master said, you can't stand without studying poetry. You need to study more in the future!"

Zhao Yang: "..."

Was speechless.

He was just being humble, but he didn't know that Du He actually taught himself a lesson.

Du He was about to go out, but was stopped by Zhao Yang: "Young Master Du, His Majesty has ordered that you are not allowed to leave the side hall for half a step. You must eat, drink, and drink here."

"Damn it, this is not about prisoners, His Majesty is really ruthless..."

Du He had no choice but to go back to the hall and sit down and continue to be bored.

……

Not long after, the song "Happy" written by Du He appeared on Li Er's desk.

Li Er couldn't help but read it three times.

"If you don't want to be a prince or general, you must be a happy person. This son of Keming really gives me a headache...By the way, does Du He have any remorse?" Li Er asked.

Zhao Yang shook his head.

"Huh, it's just unreasonable. Since he doesn't repent, then keep shutting him down. I can't let him idle. Take this and let him copy it ten times before dark. If he can't finish it, don't eat it for today's dinner." Send it over, and I will check it myself when the time comes!" Li Er said helplessly, and handed a thin booklet to Zhao Yang.

On the cover of the booklet is written "List of Teachers".

When Zhao Yang left, Li Er immediately called a little eunuch over: "Send this poem to the general supervisor, and find the best craftsman to frame it. It must not be damaged..."

……

"What? Ask me to copy "The List of Teachers" ten times. Damn, I'm not human. I'm underage. I tell you, do you believe it or not?" When Du He heard the news of copying "The List of Teachers", he was immediately annoyed.

Why did ancient people also like to use copying as punishment?
What an eternal backward education method!

Zhao Yang said with a smile: "Young Master Du, Your Majesty just said that if you fail to finish before dark, today's dinner will be gone, and His Majesty will personally come to check."

"That's all right, all right, anyway, now people are the knives and I'm the fish, so just copy it! They are all cultivated in nine years of compulsory education, who hasn't had the experience of copying new characters ten times."

Zhao Yang smiled without saying a word, and left in a hurry.

Du He rubbed his chin, suddenly his eyes lit up.

I saw him arrange the calligraphy version of "List of Distinguished Teachers" neatly, then took out white paper and spread it out, and then took out three signature pens from his sleeve.

"Fortunately, my brother has the foresight, and he has a box of pens with him, hahaha..."

Afterwards, Du He found some thin silk threads, tied up three signature pens side by side, held them with his right hand, adjusted the position of the pen tips, and began to copy.

Compared with later generations, "Teacher's List" in this era does not even have punctuation marks, which saves Du He a lot of trouble.

One time was three times, and it didn't take long for Du He to finish copying.

Not copying it ten times, but a full twelve times.

Look at the time, it's still early before dark.

Du He put down his pen, shook his hand, and said, "Your Majesty probably doesn't know. When I was young, I was a professional copyist. The highest record was five pens at a time. That speed is very leveraged."

Then, Du He lay down on the table and fell asleep soundly.

During this period, Zhao Yang quietly came in to visit several times, and shook his head helplessly each time.

From Zhao Yang's point of view, Du He might not be able to eat tonight's dinner.

Until dusk, Li Er came outside the side hall.

"What is Du He doing?" Li Er asked curiously.

Zhao Yang had a gloating expression on his face, and whispered, "Your Majesty, Mr. Du has been sleeping all afternoon."

As soon as Li Er heard it, his face darkened: "I really don't know how to repent! Hmph."

With that said, he walked into the hall.

Zhao Yang was still sleeping.

boom.

Li Eryi slapped the table, waking Du He up.

Du He got up, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said dissatisfiedly: "Damn, who is it, you are so surprised that you don't let people sleep."

As soon as he looked up, he saw Li Er's angry look, and quickly changed his smiling face: "Oh, isn't this Your Majesty? Why are you so serious? Did that blunt guy Wei Zheng hate you?"

Li Er: "...Du He, I asked you to copy the "Teacher's List" to reflect on yourself. You are fine, and you are sleeping here. Do you still have me in your eyes?"

Li Er was puzzled, no matter whether it was the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs or the family members of the palace, or even his own pair of children, it was a fear of him, and he was always nervous when meeting and talking, but this Du He was fine, not at all. Did not put him in the eyes of the emperor.

Who gave Duhe the courage to defy the emperor?
(End of this chapter)