The Great Grandson of the Tang Dynasty: The beginning of the slaughter of General Tiance's mans

Chapter 209 The Emperor Watches the Snow and Recites Poems
Although the poem "Qinyuan Chun" read by Li Chengdao has been slightly changed, the overall atmosphere of the whole poem has not been reduced by half.

So much so that when he read the second half of the poem, his voice became louder unconsciously.

The reason why Li Chengdao recited this poem was because of a whim. He can now feel Taizu's broad mind and state of mind, which can accommodate thousands of miles of country.

"As the emperor now, I should give top priority to national affairs and the country. I can't be so lazy."

Li Chengdao shook his head and thought to himself.

As the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, he had the heavy responsibility of countless people and subjects on his shoulders. The responsibilities of a country were all tied to him. The country, the country, and the country were as important as Mount Tai, and he really couldn't let him slack off.

If you don't even have this persistence, how can you talk about being an emperor for eternity?
Thinking of this, Li Chengdao withdrew his gaze from the snowy scene outside the palace and prepared to help Changsun Wuji and others handle government affairs.

But just as he turned around, he found that Changsun Wuji and others were all looking at him, with shock and admiration on their faces.

"what happened?"

Li Chengdao raised his eyebrows and said in confusion.

Wei Zheng came back to his senses and said with some excitement: "I didn't expect that His Majesty would have such a poetic talent. He has already passed away. Thousands of famous figures from ancient times, but looking at today... he is really majestic!"

Changsun Wuji also sincerely praised: "Your Majesty is really a versatile man. This poem is majestic and majestic. When read, it has the meaning of climbing to the top and looking down on the world. Only the mind of an emperor through the ages can write it!"

“Your Majesty’s poetic talent is amazing!”

Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui also spoke highly of it, obviously speaking very highly of the poem Li Chengdao just read.

There are two types of poetry, one is artistic conception and the other is beautiful diction. The poem just now is undoubtedly the pinnacle of artistic conception poetry.

Hearing what everyone said, Li Chengdao was stunned for a moment and then smiled and said: "The government affairs have not been dealt with yet, why are you paying attention to the poems I read? You don't want to eat hot pot at noon? Why don't you go and deal with the matter quickly."

"No, Your Majesty, let me write down this poem first. What is its name?"

"Your Majesty has such a talent for poetry, why not write a few more poems while you're at it..."

Regarding their words, Li Chengdao found an excuse to excuse them, and then continued to concentrate on handling government affairs.

……

Although Li Chengdao didn't pay much attention to this matter, the matter of "the emperor watching the snow and reciting poems" was still leaked by a loose-mouthed minister named Du.

Within a few days, Li Chengdao's "Qinyuanchun" became popular throughout Chang'an, setting off a big wave among the literary community of Chang'an. Countless scholars began to imitate the genre of Li Chengdao's "Qinyuanchun". The creation lasted for a long time.

Li Chengdao was dumbfounded when he learned about this, and then fined Du Ruhui one month's salary.

……

Changsun House.

Changsun Wugou sat in front of the window, looking at the scroll in his hand in a daze.

The scroll she held in her hand was exactly the sketch that Li Chengdao made when he was in the palace.

Li Chengdao gave this painting to his eldest grandson Wugou, and then she brought it to the mansion to have the painting framed.

But at this time, Changsun Wugu was still holding a piece of paper with a poem written on it. It was Qinyuanchun written by Li Chengdao. Now it has spread throughout Chang'an and everyone knows it.

"I didn't expect that his poems and paintings were so good... and his courage was so great. Is his real goal to be the emperor of the ages that surpasses the First Emperor?"

Changsun Wugao recited this poem silently, his beautiful eyes filled with brilliance.Every time she recited it, she was shocked by the majestic momentum contained in it. This kind of momentum was heartbreaking.

The ability to mount a horse with military force can bring peace to the world, but the ability to dismount with martial arts can determine the country.

This line was originally used to describe courtiers. For some reason, Changsun Wugou thought it was very suitable to describe Li Chengdao.

And just when Changsun Wuji was thinking far away, her door was pushed open and Changsun Wuji walked into her room.

"Mr. Guanyin, I have something to tell you."

Changsun Wuji said directly after he walked in, but Changsun Wuji didn't seem to hear it and was still in a daze.

Changsun Wuji was a little confused. When he got closer, he saw the sketch in Changsun Wugou's hand. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said in surprise:
"What kind of painting method is this? Why have I never seen it before? The painting is so lifelike."

Changsun Wuji suddenly came back to his senses. He turned around and saw Changsun Wuji behind him. He suddenly panicked and quickly put away the painting in his hand, and then complained:

"Brother, why didn't you knock on the door when you entered my room? It's really rude."

"Sorry, I'll pay attention next time."

Changsun Wuji had no choice but to apologize honestly, and then asked curiously: "Who made this painting of yours?"

Changsun Wuji did not expect that Changsun Wuji would actually see this painting. After hesitating for a moment, he still replied in a low voice: "This is... made by your majesty. Your majesty painted it for me when I went to the palace that day."

"His Majesty painted it for you?"

Changsun Wuji was shocked when he heard this. Li Chengdao painted for Changsun Wuji himself. This...

Changsun Wugou quickly explained: "Brother, don't get me wrong, that girl Yunlu heard that Your Majesty could paint, and then asked Your Majesty to show it, and Your Majesty painted it."

She didn't know why she had to explain.

"I see."

Changsun Wuji nodded, feeling relieved.

"Brother, what do you want from me?"

Changsun Wugou changed the subject.

"Oh, it's like this. It's New Year's Day in a few days. Your Majesty plans to have fun with all the officials. All civil and military officials can bring their families to the banquet. Will you go, Guanyin?"

Changsun Wuji asked.

"New Year's Day party?"

Changsun Wugou's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up. She didn't care about the banquet itself, but that Li Chengdao would definitely attend the banquet, and she was looking forward to it for some reason.

So she smiled directly and said: "Your Majesty gives you a banquet. This is a great honor. I will attend."

"Well, I see."

Changsun Wugou nodded, then glanced at the exquisitely framed sketch, and then at the song Qinyuanchun placed on the table, with an inexplicable look flashing in his eyes.

But he didn't say anything. After chatting with Changsun Wugou for a few words, he turned and left the room.

(End of this chapter)