Tang Dynasty good father-in-law

Chapter 338 The moon is the hometown of Ming Dynasty

The moonlight was bright in the sky, and the figures in the palace were intertwined, looking prosperous.

At this moment, even Li Shimin has a feeling of great poetic enthusiasm. You must know that he is a person who likes poetry.

"Cough cough!"

Li Shimin couldn't help making a statement on purpose, but soon attracted everyone's attention, after all, he was an emperor.

And some old ministers who have followed Li Shimin for a long time also know that His Majesty is about to compose a poem, and many ministers also showed a hint of interest.

One must know that this His Majesty is not weak when it comes to composing poems, even much better than most of the people present.

"The round soul goes up to the cold sky, and everyone says that the world is the same."

Seeing the cooperation of the officials, Li Shimin's face was even more joyful, and he couldn't help but speak.

It's just that the voice was only halfway through when the sound of hurried footsteps came, interrupting the emperor's poem for a while.

For a while, Li Shimin's complexion couldn't help changing slightly, but seeing Li Junxian suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"I have seen Your Majesty!"

Li Junxian saw Li Shimin's eyes light up and said, there was no lack of respect in his words.

"I don't know what's the matter?"

Although Li Shimin felt a little helpless in his heart, he still spoke calmly on the surface.

In fact, he was naturally unhappy with Li Junxian's interruption, but seeing this respectful appearance, even Li Shimin couldn't say anything.

Not only Li Shimin, but also the officials present at this time also set their sights on this commander of Baiqi.

For Li Junxian, the officials present are very familiar with it, of course it is more complicated, because they know that this commander controls the entire Chang'an.

All the troubles in Chang'an can't be hidden from this majesty, and all these come from Baiqi.

There are also many ministers who want to make friends with this commander, but Li Junxian is not lukewarm, and I have to say that Li Junxian still has some self-knowledge.

"An Xuangong sent someone to send in a pair of words!"

Facing this His Majesty, Li Junxian spoke without hesitation.

After the voice fell, Li Shimin finally knew why his inner anxiety came from.

You must know that Li Shimin stole the limelight last time during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but this time because of the refusal of Duke Anxuan, Li Shimin had to prepare a lot of time.

Just for the sake of the mid-autumn festival, he overwhelmed the crowd and copied the grand occasion of the last mid-autumn festival. You must know that his poems were circulated in Chang'an for several days that time.

"An Xuangong's poems?"

"It's been a long time since I saw Duke Anxuan's new poems."

"This time must have something to do with the Mid-Autumn Festival. I don't know what amazing poem this time is."

Before Li Shimin could speak out, there were voices of whispered discussions, but there was a hint of expectation in the words.

You must know that An Xuangong's talent is recognized by the entire Tang Dynasty, and many people had regrets because of An Xuangong's delay.

But I didn't expect that An Xuangong would write poems specifically for this Mid-Autumn Festival. People who were expecting this emperor before now turned into expectations for An Xuangong.

Although the courtiers are good, most of the courtiers still have the character of literati, so if there are extra choices, they will naturally favor Shu An.

In the past, Li Shimin must have been eager to watch Shu An's calligraphy and painting, but today was an accident.

Because at this time Li Shimin's face was expressionless, it was obvious that he was struggling a lot in his heart.

"Bring it up!"

Empress Changsun's soft voice sounded, and she couldn't help shaking her head in her heart. Your Majesty is still a little petty.

"Yes!"

After Li Junxian said a word, he immediately presented the words in his hand. In fact, he also had a lot of interest in An Xuangong's poems.

However, before His Majesty took it apart, he didn't dare to try to take it apart.

When the little eunuch next to him handed over this word, Li Shimin also gradually recovered, with a forced smile on his face.

Because Li Shimin at this time also knew that he had lost his composure, but fortunately, this emperor was not bad in terms of mentality.

Even though he is young now, he has experienced a lot and calmed down a lot. If he thinks about it, it would be nice to get a poem by Yafu.

Now Li Shimin can only comfort himself in this way, after all, Yafu's words were worth a lot of money before, not to mention that they are poems.

Of course, Li Shimin also felt the gazes around him. Although Li Shimin was a little upset, his voice still sounded.

"Wang De, read it directly!"

He wanted to see if this Asian father was still as stunning as the Mid-Autumn Festival poems.

If it is normal, then Li Shimin is not polite, after all, he has a lot of anger now.

Wang De, who was approaching, also stopped at this time, and then opened the word in his hand.

"The garrison drum cuts off the walking of people, and the sound of wild geese in Bianqiu."

"Lu Cong is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown."

Wang De's voice sounded slowly, the first sentence didn't arouse too many people's changes, but there were some doubts, because this poem seemed to be a rare frontier poem.

However, at the second sentence, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of most of the people present, which was an amazing light.

Even Li Shimin is no exception, because he already has a premonition that this poem will definitely shake the entire Chang'an, and it is even possible that it will spread throughout the entire Tang Dynasty.

After all, his own poems belong to the top batch, and with Duke Anxuan's reputation, it would be strange if this poem is not widely spread.

When the entire poem fell, a picture appeared in the minds of those present.

The sound of gongs and drums on the garrison building cut off people's comings and goings. In the autumn of the frontier fortress, a lone goose was singing.

After tonight, it will be the Bailu solar term, and the moon is still the brightest in my hometown.

There are brothers, but they are all scattered. There is no home to inquire about life and death. Letters sent to their hometowns are often not delivered, and wars are frequent and never stop.

This poem was sent to the court after Shu An chose it. Although the background of this poem is different, it is equally applicable in this era.

You must know that although many people in the entire Tang Dynasty are celebrating a festival tonight, this does not include the soldiers stationed in the border town.

These soldiers even hoped for a piece of moon cake, let alone seeing their relatives. After thinking of this, the completely lively palace became a little silent at this moment.

Even some princes and princesses who don't understand things can feel that there is something wrong with the atmosphere at this time and they are silent.

"The moon is the hometown light!"

Of course, in addition to this, this sentence alone also made many people sigh, because whether it was Li Shimin or the officials present.

Most people were not born in Chang'an, even Li Shimin was in Taiyuan. For this emperor, Taiyuan is the hometown of this emperor.

Although the moon was shining brightly that night, many people were doomed to sleepless nights.

(End of this chapter)