Tang Dynasty good father-in-law

Chapter 22 Shocked, Poetry in Chang'an!
"Students have seen His Majesty!"

Under the leadership of an eunuch, Xue Rengui came to the imperial study room and said nervously, after all, sitting on it was His Majesty today, and several important officials of the imperial court.

"Where's the stuff?"

But at this time, neither Li Shimin nor Changsun Wuji and other ministers cared about Xue Rengui, but cared about An Xuangong's inscription.

Xue Rengui couldn't help but respectfully presented the bamboo slips behind him with both hands, and a young eunuch had already taken it and handed it over to Li Shimin.

Li Shimin didn't think too much about it, he directly opened the bamboo slips and took out the rice paper inside, and he was fascinated by the first sight.

"Good word!"

Although he hasn't seen the whole content yet, just the first word let him know that this cheap father-in-law is already a master of calligraphy.

Even in the current world, few people can achieve it. After reading the content, Li Shimin's eyes showed a look of excitement.

"Good, good, good!"

Saying three good words in a row is enough to show the joy in Li Shimin's heart at this time.

And the emperor's gesture made the ministers next to him look at each other in blank dismay, as if there was a kind of itchy commotion in their hearts, wanting to see it quickly.

When Li Shimin admired it for a long time, he forcibly withdrew his gaze, then handed the rice paper to the eunuch beside him and spoke at the same time.

"Give it to the ministers to browse through."

The reluctance in the voice could be heard even by those present, which made the ministers present even more curious.

First of all, Changsun Wuji was the first to circulate. Like Li Shimin, the first thing he saw was the words, and his face was full of excitement.

"This character has returned to the original, and has become a master."

Obviously, this is the emotion expressed by seeing a good calligraphy. Few people know that Changsun Wuji's favorite is calligraphy.

In my spare time, I would practice calligraphy. If the writing is exciting, then the content will make Changsun Wuji silent.

"As expected of a teacher, I am destined to pass the poem on to Chang'an today."

After a long time, Changsun Wuji's voice slowly rang out, saying that he could be regarded as the proud disciple of the teacher.

It's just that if it wasn't about my sister, then the relationship wouldn't be so stiff now, and it wouldn't be so difficult for me to want a copybook now.

And after it was circulated, the entire imperial study room fell into a moment of silence, but it was a silence mixed with excitement and a trace of passion.

"This poem is enough to town the country!"

Fang Xuanling took a deep breath and said, feeling turbulent in his heart, he didn't understand the meaning of An Xuangong being the only one in the world.

Now he knows it. Before, he thought that the outside world was a little exaggerated. Even the use of punctuation marks made Shilin no longer misinterpret the sacred meaning.

He also thinks that he is lucky, but now he admits that he is far behind, and this poem alone is not a height that he can reach.

"That's right. Presumably when this poem is spread all over the world, why should I worry about not being able to advance in the Tang Dynasty?"

"If everyone in the world has the heart to seal wolves and live in Xuxu, then what kind of grand occasion will my Tang Dynasty be like?"

You said something to me, and a consensus was reached in a short period of time, and Li Shimin could also imagine the effect of this poem.

As for Xue Rengui on the side, he was left out in the cold, but at this moment the young man didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

On the contrary, there were some silly ones, giggling by themselves, obviously very happy to see His Majesty.

Li Shimin couldn't help looking at this young man who seemed to be a little dumbfounded while the minister was passing it around.

"Xue Rengui?!"

It seemed that he had seen this name somewhere, and Li Shimin couldn't help but fell into thought for a while.

By the way, it was the boy who fought with Xungui at the new tea shop not long ago. Li Shimin couldn't help but nodded when he thought of this.

As expected, he is the disciple of the cheap father-in-law, even a scholar dares to fight with the noble children, you must know that these noble children have practiced martial arts since childhood.

In fact, Li Shimin thought that Xue Rengui was a student because of his previous knowledge, and didn't think about it in other ways.

In addition, I didn't understand the conflict of the new tea in detail before, otherwise I wouldn't have such an idea, and I must know that it was the son of Xungui who suffered the loss last time.

But how could these people speak out after suffering a loss? Are they afraid that they will not lose face enough? The most important thing among the honorable children is face.

Of course, knowing that they lost the battle, a practice session would definitely not be enough. If someone pays attention, they will find that the children of the three princes were missing from the chaos in Chang'an this time.

Not long after Xue Rengui entered the palace, the inscription about An Xuangong began to spread.

The shrewd people have already sent people to keep an eye on Shu's residence, and if there is any change, they will send news immediately.

As for the fact that Xue Rengui entered the palace with a bamboo tube on his back, it was obvious that he couldn't hide it. Of course, Shu An also didn't want to hide it, and even secretly contributed to it.

Several inns were already full of literati and students, among them were many officials, all waiting.

"Here we come, here we come, Duke An Xuan's inscription!"

"Why don't you take the Wu hook and seize the fifty states in Guanshan?"

"Please come to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, if you are a scholar, you will have tens of thousands of households!"

When the reading was over, the people present fell into silence for a while, as if comprehending every word.

"Nice poem!"

However, a voice came from nowhere and broke the calm, followed by a violent repercussion.

"Only Duke Anxuan can write such poems."

"This poem is enough to be famous through the ages, even if it is no less than the predecessors."

"Xiao Er, bring me a pen and paper, I want to write a copy and pass it back to the family."

"Xiaoer, give me a share too!"

A poem shook the whole of Chang'an for a while, and even finally triggered the farce of Zhigui in Chang'an, and Lingyan Pavilion benefited the most.

Of course, every civil servant and military general who boarded Lingyan Pavilion couldn't help but owe a favor, because when talking about this poem, they are destined not to ignore these civil servants and military generals.

"Didn't I think that my old Cheng would one day be admired by the world?"

In Lu Guogong's mansion, Cheng Yaojin couldn't help saying with a hint of pride after hearing this poem.

He doesn't know the quality of the poem, but it is enough to know that the poem sounds like it makes him have the blood to go to battle and kill the enemy.

"Come on, have a drink!"

"If I don't drink a lot today, I can't express how I feel at this moment."

"Old Cheng in the scholar forest doesn't obey anyone, but Duke Anxuan has to."

There are not a few duke mansions like this, especially the existence of military generals canonization, which has a lot of feelings.

Compared with the literati whose names have lasted through the ages, there are several famous generals who are familiar, such as Baiqi in the Warring States Period or the champion of the Han Dynasty, but there is only one person in each era.

(End of this chapter)