Datang: I am so happy to marry a disfigured princess!

Chapter 146 Feng Lai Lou Poetry Party

In Tai Chi Palace, Li Shimin had a dark face.

The eldest grandson Wugou comforted him from the side: "Your Majesty, Ning Xi has grown up, there is no need to be too restrained. It is precisely because of Heng'er that Ning Xi is like this."

"Just going out for a walk, the fun among young people."

Having said that, if it were normal times, Li Shimin wouldn't care.

Looking at Lin Heng two days ago, I almost wanted to have his own daughter!

Is this okay?

"Hmph, if we really let them out, they might do some mischief!"

The eldest grandson Wugao's smile became even brighter: "Your Majesty, just listen to your concubine. Don't worry about it. Heng'er has a sense of proportion."

At this time, Li Lizhi came bounding over and took Li Shimin's arm: "Father, the moon outside is full, let's come out and look at it together!"

Li Shimin took a deep breath and thought that if Lin Heng really did something excessive, his legs must be broken!
No, this kid will have to use it himself in the future. If he interrupts, he will probably have a reason not to contribute to himself.

Ask him to copy the royal etiquette a thousand times, and find someone to watch him copy it!

An expression of joy gradually appeared on his face: "Then everyone comes out to enjoy the moon!"

The family immediately walked outside the temple, the night breeze was blowing, and it was a cool time.

The bright moon was in the sky, as bright as water, and everyone was amazed.

Li Chengqian chuckled and said: "It's a good time, I hope to see the Mid-Autumn Moon every year."

Everyone nodded involuntarily.

Li Tai, a young man on the side, saw his elder brother composing a poem and he also added a line of his own.

"Yuan Po is in the cold sky, and everyone says that the whole world is the same!"

Li Shimin on the side praised: "Qingque's literary talent has improved a lot in recent days!"

Li Taixiao narrowed his eyes and chuckled.

When Li Chengqian saw this, an imperceptible coldness flashed in his eyes, and he immediately praised: "Qingque's literary talent is really good."

Li Shimin laughed loudly: "Is there still a second half? Don't be like Lin Heng and be a half-queen."

Li Tai thought for a moment: "Tomorrow, I will show the second half of the palace to my father."

Li Shimin nodded.

The eldest grandson Wugu on the side suddenly coughed a few times. Seeing this, Li Shimin put his coat on him.

"It's windy at night, so don't catch a cold."

Changsun Wugou's eyes were gentle, he nodded with a smile, and then looked into the distance with Li Shimin.

The family and the country are prosperous together, and the scenery before your eyes shows the prosperity.

Li Shimin was quite proud and felt a little emotional in his heart.

This is the Tang Dynasty under my rule!
In the very distant sky, a brilliant light rose.

Li Chengqian's eyes suddenly widened: "Father, this is the miracle that I mentioned before, and it has appeared again! This is God celebrating for my father..."

Li Shimin was also stunned and shocked.

really? !
As the first bouquet of fireworks rose, countless lights lit up at the same time, and half of the sky was illuminated.

Li Shimin was stunned for a long time, but he never recovered from the beautiful scenery.

Changsun Wugou frowned slightly, took Li Shimin's arm and said softly: "That side seems to be the direction of Heng'er's house..."

Lin Heng?Could it be that he also made this thing?

Li Shimin was almost frightened just now. Although he claimed to be the emperor, no one had seen whether the emperor existed.

If Lin Heng did it, it would make sense.

"I will send someone to check tomorrow..."

……

When the wind comes to the building, the popularity of the poetry meeting has reached its peak.

The much-anticipated No. [-] courtesan in Chang'an, Lu Caicai, amazes everyone with her dance and skills.

After that, major literati rushed to compose poems.Among the few poems that everyone agrees with, one is from the Lu family, a descendant of the Lu family.

The prime moon is shining brightly, the sky is full of streets in the first month, and the night is as cool as a wash.

It comes from Cui Zhe of the Cui family.

So far, there will be no matter in the sky, it should be Chang'e throwing people away.

There are also two unknown scholars who live in Beijing for a short time. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again.

Don't talk about the ups and downs of the cloudy and sunny, and it is a good season in the world.

The poems written by these people have been praised by countless people, even the dignitaries in the court are admiring them.

Then, he came up with a quatrain written by a talented man named Zhao Zhe.

Zen is full of flavor and guest is sad, giving me clear light and the moon filling the building.

Do you have a few free days in January? This Mid-Autumn Festival is rare in a hundred years.

The chrysanthemums have been waiting for the Double Ninth Festival for a long time, and the fragrance of osmanthus remains in the upper world.

I don't know who will continue the tour in Guanghan.

As soon as this poem came out, countless people were so amazed that they no longer even had the intention of writing a poem.

"I have never heard of such a talented poet. Who is this Zhao Zhe?"

"I heard that he came from Henan and received a personal invitation from the prime minister..."

"Oh? I have heard about this. It is said that in Henan at that time, as long as you had to sell five thousand shi of grain, you would have such an opportunity. It doesn't look like much."

"Haha, you are short-sighted. Consort Lin just gave them a chance. As for whether they can seize it or not, it's up to them. Look at Zhao Zhe and his group. Only if he comes up with this quatrain, it means that tomorrow he will He just wants to make a name for himself in Chang’an, and in a few years, you might be able to see him in the court…”

"By the way, didn't the Prime Minister just call Lin Heng to come? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

At this time, someone asked Fang Xuanling: "Prime Minister, I don't know when Prince Consort Lin will arrive. We are looking forward to it."

The officials present were well aware of Lin Heng's feats in the north. Fang Xuanling came to this poetry meeting and raised the standard of the poetry meeting to an unprecedented level. They also knew what to do.

At that moment, a scholar said displeasedly: "Why do we want people like that to come to such a festival poetry gathering?"

"As a prince-in-law, he took advantage of the famine to sell grain to make money and harm the people. It is simply hateful!"

At this time, the officials in the DPRK and the Central Government would not answer the call, and then there would be a lot of discussion.

Some of the people who spoke among them had no status and had made good verses. They were originally valued by a certain minister and wanted to recruit them, but they gave up the idea at this time.

No matter how high your literary talent is, if you can't see clearly the general trend of the world, what's the use of cultivating it?
Zhao Zhe, who had just refused, suddenly stood up and said angrily: "What do you people who talk about Lin's Consort know? If it weren't for Lin's Consort, there would be countless victims in the entire north. Have you ever seen the tragedy in Henan with your own eyes? ?”

"I only know how to study, but I don't know how to care about the people. It's really ridiculous!"

"It seems that the scholars in Chang'an are nothing more than this!"

Hearing this, those Chang'an scholars were furious: "You, a scholar from a remote and small place, really think that you can jump over the dragon's gate by writing a few good poems. It's ridiculous!"

"A merchant has a certain virtue. As far as I know, you are the only one who sells grain in Luoyang!"

"We've reached that point, and you still sell grain and exploit the people. It's deplorable!"

Zhao Zhe was not conceited at all, he was just a mad retort.

Upstairs, Fang Xuanling looked at the talented young man with a smile on his face.

This boy has an excellent temperament and literary talent, and his future prospects are limitless...

As for those scholars in Chang'an, forget it. They were recommended for the imperial examination but failed to get ahead. They just thought that they would make a fortune in this kind of poetry. Alas.

Outside the building, the carriage stopped, and Chu Suiliang got out of the carriage.

As soon as he entered the door, there was a burst of concern in the building.

"Didn't Prince Consort Lin come with you?"

"Yes, where is Lin's consort?"

"Is it possible that you don't dare to come?"

Chu Suiliang smiled slightly, then took out a piece of paper and handed the paper to a scholar.

"Consort Lin said that he didn't bother to participate in this kind of poetry gathering, but he still left a poem for me..."

(End of this chapter)