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Chapter 87 Chapter 89: Singing a Poem
Li Hao has been imprisoned in Dali Temple for more than three months. Li Shimin has no intention of releasing him at all. Li Hao is also very distressed. He knows that he has acted a bit too much this time, and he regrets it in his heart. Why did he beat Min Yun? Well, it would be enough to rush into the classroom and whip Du He vigorously. Anyway, that unlucky child has only two functions in this world, one: wasting food.Two: Make poop.If you don't smoke for nothing, don't smoke.

When he was imprisoned in No.90 for five days, Lu Yun came to visit him in the prison and told him the news that the emperor was going to be drafted.

Li Hao has been waiting for Li Shimin's draft, because this draft will be the most revolutionary draft in history, a generation of empress Wu Zetian entered the palace through this draft, Li Hao naturally paid special attention to it, so he told Lu Yun a long time ago , Once there is news about the draft, immediately inform yourself.

Lu Yun is not good at inquiring about the news in the palace, but there is someone who is responsible for this job, that is the magic stick Liu, the magic stick Liu set up a fortune-telling stall in Chang'an, he is not bragging, his professional skills are still good, he just keeps his mouth shut Being able to speak well, he gradually became famous in Chang'an, and Liu Banxian's signboard became Liu Yixian. Not only that, many officials in the court and China were very superstitious about this, and often came to him to test their luck and see Feng Shui. With a few words, you can immediately know some trends in the court.

Knowing that the emperor was about to draft, Li Hao frowned and paced back and forth in the prison cell. After thinking for a long time, he began to explain the task: "Lu Yun, ask Cheng Chumo to find out who is in charge of this draft. Be careful, you must not make it public. news, let me know immediately."

"Yes." Lu Yun nodded in acceptance and left in a hurry.

The next day, Lu Yun came to visit the prison again and told Li Hao that the Ministry of Households would declare the candidates for the draft, and the Ministry of Rites would be responsible for the selection. However, hearing the imperial decree from the emperor, Li Daozong, king of Jiangxia, was specially ordered to organize the entire draft.

"Li Daozong? It seems that he is not doing well, and he actually started working as a bustard." Li Hao scratched his head and muttered, and then said, "You should find out when the list of applicants from the Ministry of Households will be sent to the Ministry of Rites, and find a way." Get me a copy."

"This..." Lu Yun suddenly felt embarrassed, "I'm just a ranger, not a burglar. Besides, the list must be guarded very closely. Even a burglar might not be able to get it."

Li Hao bowed his head and thought for a moment when he heard the words, and said: "Well, you pay close attention to the progress of the draft, and the application list will definitely pass through the hands of Li Daozong. As long as Li Daozong has read the list, you can go to Li Daozong's house , just tell him... I want to see him, if he refuses to come, you tell him, as long as he comes, the money owed to me before will be written off."

Lu Yun stared in surprise and asked, "King Jiang Xia actually owes you money?"

"Isn't it possible?" Li Hao raised his head shyly, don't look too arrogant.

Five days later, Li Daozong came to the prison of Dali Temple in casual clothes to visit Li Hao. Although he came to visit the prison, his expression was not very friendly. When he met, he gave a disgusted look, and then asked in a disgusted tone: "Why did you call me here?"

Li Hao raised his eyebrows, and said with a playful smile: "Master Li, don't come here without any problems."

"Say something quickly, and fart quickly!" Li Daozong obviously didn't want to see Li Hao very much.

Li Hao pretended to be depressed and sighed: "Oh, Mr. Li is really impatient. We are comrades-in-arms at any rate. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Isn't it good to exchange a few greetings with each other? Not good."

Li Daozong resisted the urge to whip him, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Believe it or not, I will go in and give you a whip right now."

Li Hao grinned when he heard the words: "Okay, since Mr. Li wants to whip me so much, it's not impossible, five thousand sticks of a whip, as long as you can afford the money, I will let you whip, and I will lose if I scream."

Li Daozong knew that he was messing around with him, how could he be fooled, he snorted coldly, and said: "If you don't talk about things, then the king will leave."

"Okay, let's talk about things, let's talk now, okay." Li Hao rolled his eyes and muttered dissatisfiedly, "I'm still my father-in-law, I don't give me any face."

Li Daozong's eyebrows twitched. It's so reasonable for this guy to keep making jokes. I really want to slap him. Thinking about it carefully, a whip of [-] guan seems to be worth it...

Li Hao sat cross-legged in front of the prison door, and asked seemingly casually: "I heard that Master Li is busy pimping His Majesty lately...cough cough...a draft girl?"

Li Daozong sneered: "Although you are in prison, you are quite well informed."

"Excellent praise." Li Hao waved his hands and smiled contemptuously, and suddenly withdrew his smile, "If you ask me, you should answer well. Why praise me, I don't know if I can't help but praise."

Faced with Li Hao's crazy words and deeds, Li Daozong twitched his eyebrows even more. After hesitating for a long time, he finally resisted the urge to twitch Li Hao, and said, "That's right, this king is indeed helping His Majesty choose girls."

"Tut tsk tsk..." Li Hao showed a mean smile again, "This is a beautiful job, so many beauties, the emperor has not seen them yet, you should touch them first..."

"Bastard!" Li Daozong couldn't bear it anymore, and kicked Li Hao. Fortunately, Li Hao reacted quickly, dodged suddenly, and hugged Li Daozong's foot.

The situation was embarrassing now, Li Daozong put his foot into the gap of the prison door, Li Hao held it tightly, and said bluntly, if Li Hao had any grudges against him, with a little force, he would be able to kill him immediately. The legs are folded into two sections.

"You...what are you doing, let go!" Li Daozong burst into rage and shouted angrily.

The sound from this side alarmed the prison guards in the distance, and two prison guards came over hearing the sound and asked, "What happened?"

Li Haohu stared: "Get out!"

Seeing this, the two prison guards hurried away in a hurry. The gods were fighting, and how could they mortals dare to participate.

"Bastard! Let go!" Li Daozong glared angrily.

Li Hao said with a smirk on his face: "Master Li, next, I want to ask you something, you answer me honestly, remember, you must be honest, otherwise when I get excited and shake my hand, your leg will be broken." Broken."

"You...you dare!"

Li Hao looked up at the roof of the cell, and secretly pulled his hands hard, Li Daozong immediately yelled in pain.

Li Hao only pulled it once, and then returned to the original state. He was telling Li Daozong with his actions: I dare you!

"What do you want to ask!" Li Daozong was very helpless and began to compromise.

"Actually, it's just a small question." Li Hao made a gesture with his hand and asked with a smile, "Among the girls in this draft, is there a girl from Jingzhou whose surname is Wu?"

"Jingzhou? Surname Wu?" Li Daozong frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, among the beautiful girls this time, none came from Jingzhou."

"you sure?"

"determine."

"Didn't lie?"

"No lie."

"Do you dare to swear, if you lie, you will give birth to a son without an ass hole!"

Li Daozong sweated wildly when he heard the words. What kind of rubbish poisonous oath is this? This king lied, he gave birth to a son without an ass hole."

"Okay." Li Hao let go of his legs, clapped his hands, raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't need to pay back your [-] guan, you can go."

Li Daozong just wanted to scold him a few words, but suddenly he heard that there is no need to pay back the [-] guan, and his heart immediately became much smoother, so he couldn't swear, but he still had to express his anger, how to express it, hum!At this time, a cold snort is necessary.

Li Daozong was sent away, and Li Hao began to meditate in the cell alone: ​​"It doesn't make sense, didn't it mean that Wu Yan participated in the draft for the palace in the 11th year of Zhenguan? Why is she not included in the list? Is there a mistake in history? ..."

Li Hao was puzzled, but he didn't have much time to think about it. Now that the list had been decided, the selection day was not far away, so he had to hurry up.

But now he is in prison, even if he wants to disturb the wind and rain, he is powerless. Just when he was at a loss, he accidentally saw the pen and paper on the table, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, there is a way!

Recently, he was so bored in the prison that he practiced brush calligraphy when he had nothing to do, so there was paper and pen on the table, and the reason why he saw the paper and pen for inspiration was because his method was related to writing and ink, yes, he To write poetry.

What is the connection between writing poems and Wu Yan's entry into the palace? On the surface, there is no connection at all, but Li Hao knows that since the funeral of Empress Changsun, Li Shimin has been sending people to watch him secretly. When he went to Jingzhou, someone Staring, when he came back, there were people staring at the Guozijian, and now he is in jail, and there are still people staring at him. How could he know that someone was staring at him? Of course he didn’t find out, it was Lu Yun who found out. Ranger, and a master at the same time, if you are being followed and you still can't detect it, then you have been fooling around for so many years.

Since Li Shimin has been sending people to stare at him, he might as well write a poem, a poem praising Wu Yan. This poem will definitely reach Li Shimin's desk. Hao's plan succeeded.

Li Hao dipped his pen into the ink and began to brainstorm, looking for which of the thousands of poems he had recited praised the beauty of women, not to mention, there really was one, Wu Pingyi's "Concubine's Life", but the name of this poem had to be changed Instead, Li Hao pondered for a moment, and wrote the title of the poem "Zeng Jiaren Wu Zhao" on the paper, and then the poem: "There is a banshee and beautiful, Pei returns to Xiangshuimei. Shuimeilan Dufang, picking Who will send it to. The gourd rhinoceros has bright teeth, and the moths frown green eyebrows. The red face is like a blooming lotus, and the skin is like fat. It is graceful and elegant, light and unrestrained. Taste the peerless beauty, and return to the alluring posture."

This concubine's life is actually not only so short, but the latter part is not suitable, so he cut it off, as long as the first half is finished, he puts the poem in an envelope, and then says loudly: "Come here, here is the poem." I send a letter!"

The cell boss came over reluctantly, Li Hao handed the letter to him, and said: "Send it to my house, hand it over to the housekeeper Du Hong, pass my message, and let him send someone to Jingzhou immediately Yingjun Mansion, hand it over to Second Young Miss Wu Yan."

Hearing the words, the prison chief wondered: "Master, I haven't studied for a few years, and I'm afraid I'll forget the address. Would you please write the address on the envelope?"

Li Hao thinks it's right after thinking about it. The future world courier list also writes the address and the signee, so he wrote the address again, stating that Wu Yan personally signed it, and then handed it over to the prison chief, who left in a hurry. .

However, this letter did not reach Li Hao's residence, and even failed to leave Chang'an. An hour later, this letter had already appeared on Li Shimin's desk. In fact, this was exactly what Li Hao wanted.

Li Shimin finished reading Li Hao's poem with frowned eyebrows, and sighed: "The poem is indeed a good poem, but...it's been more than two years, why hasn't his writing improved at all?"

(End of this chapter)