If I let you stay in Lingnan, how could you become the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty?

Chapter 54: There is nothing that a poem can't solve. If it's not enough, then three poems.
As he spoke, he stared at Li An and said in a deep voice:

"I heard someone wrote two lines of poetry in Ganye Temple, something like: "The slender waist of Chu State is light in the palm, and the spring clothes on the swing are thin." The poem is a good poem, but there are only two lines. I am not happy to hear it!"

"If you can complete it completely and satisfy me, this matter will be over!"

"If you can't do it, you will be confined to Hua'e Xianghui Tower for a month like Zhi'er!"

At this point, Li Shimin looked at Li An with sarcasm in his eyes:

"Just right, so that no one can say that I am partial!"

Li An said calmly:

"Father, partiality is just a saying that has existed since ancient times. You don't have to take it to heart!"

"From my perspective, there is no one in this world who is not partial, whether it's a parent or a ruler!"

"what?"

Li Shimin frowned slightly and stared at Li An:

"Do you also think that Father is partial?"

Li An smiled slightly:
"Father, please wait for me to finish speaking!"

"Say!"

Li Shimin suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and said in a deep voice.

Good boy,
Even you say that I am biased!

Where am I going wrong?

"Father!"

Li An remained calm and continued with a smile:

"As parents, it is natural for us to take extra care of our delicate children and feel more sorry for them. This is human nature. Otherwise, it will be difficult for our children to grow up!"

"As a ruler, you will naturally take better care of the people in the poor and weak places, otherwise there will be chaos in the world!"

"So, I think it's right to be partial!"

"Without partiality, parents cannot take care of their children. Without partiality, the emperor cannot benefit the world!"

Good guy!
Li Shimin felt a surge of emotions in his heart.

A little partiality can make you say so many truths!
And he has a lot of reasons to say!
It seems that I am right to be biased!

Seeing that Li Shimin remained silent, Li An quickly said:
"Father, please take a rest first. I will take my leave now!"

"and many more!"

Before he could turn around and take a step, Li Shimin shouted at him to stop.

You almost slipped away, little brat.

"What about poetry?"

Li An smiled slightly, as if he had it all planned out:
"As for poetry, I can recite it right away!"

After that, he cleared his throat, stood with his hands behind his back, and chanted in a slow voice:

"Walking down and out with wine, the slender waist of Chu is light in my hand. Ten years of dreaming in Yangzhou, earning a reputation of being fickle in the brothel!"

After listening to Li An's poem, Li Shimin could not help but feel surprised and amazed.

He really speaks without hesitation!
But his brows were still furrowed, pretending to be very dissatisfied:
"The word frivolous, does it fit the word 'light'? What about the word 'thin'?"

Li An smiled and recited again:

"The flower boards are wet with red apricot rain, colorful ropes are slanted on green willow smoke, the spring clothes are thin on the swing, turn to the blue sky to release the kite!"

good boy!
Li Shimin couldn't help but be amazed when he heard this.

This kid actually sang two poems right out of his mouth.

Moreover, each song sounds so elegant and refined, leaving endless aftertaste!

These two poems alone are enough to be passed down through the ages!

It is said that Li Zhi was well-read and extremely talented.

But now it seems that Li An's talent in poetry and calligraphy is far superior to Li Zhi's.

but,

Li Shimin didn't want to let Li An go just like that.

He deliberately frowned at Li An and angrily scolded him loudly: "Chu's slender waist is light in my hand, it's all talk of brothel frivolity!"

"The flower boards are wet with red apricot rain, and the colorful ropes are hung diagonally on the green willow smoke, all of which are the joys of a girl's boudoir!"

"As my son, how can you linger in brothels and only pay attention to women's boudoirs? You are such a bastard!"

"I heard that the poem you wrote in Lingnan, "I'm so ambitious that I can eat the meat of the barbarians when I'm hungry, and I can drink the blood of the Xiongnu when I'm thirsty," is really good. That's what a real man should write!"

"A real man should leave a name for himself through the ages, not a name for a brothel!"

"If you can't write a poem that satisfies me today, I will punish you by grounding you for a month!"

Seeing Li Shimin's reaction, Li An couldn't help scratching his head.

Good guy!
The emperor is not satisfied and wants him to take an additional test!

Asking myself to write three poems at once is really too difficult!
but……

Fortunately, I know quite a few poems.

He thought about it, and then came up with a plan in his mind, with a slight smile on his face:
"Father, the emperor is blaming me. I will write another one!"

After saying this, he cleared his throat, stood proudly with his hands behind his back, and read aloud:
"I look at my sword under the lamp while drunk, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp. I share roasted meat with my subordinates over 800 miles away. Fifty strings play the music from the frontier, and the soldiers are inspected on the battlefield in autumn!"

"The horse is as fast as Lu, and the bow is as loud as thunder. I will accomplish the king's affairs and win a good reputation in my lifetime and after my death! I will live up to my youth!"

Hearing this, Li Shimin was completely stunned.

What a poem!
When I was drunk, I read the sword with the light on, and I dreamed about the horn-blowing camp...

Just this first sentence seemed to call him into the battlefield with its fierce battle horns and cold armor.

The horse is as fast as Lu, and the bow is as loud as thunder...

Li Shimin couldn't help but recall the glorious days when he fought on the battlefield in the past!

A good poem indeed!
Complete the king's affairs and win fame in life and after death!
This is the young man who is determined to travel thousands of miles and conquer the world!

This is a masterpiece that can be written by my good son!

"Father, my son, please retire!"

Seeing that Li Shimin was shocked and speechless for a long time, Li An immediately seized the opportunity to leave the imperial study.

Feng Lang waited outside the door for a long time. When he saw Li An coming out, he quickly asked:
"Your Highness, the Emperor did not blame you, did he?"

Li An smiled proudly:
"Blame? Father loves me so much that he can't wait to do so!"

"what……"

Feng Lang couldn't help but be stunned.

Seeing how urgently Li Shimin was summoning Li An, he thought there would be a storm.

But I didn’t expect that His Highness could get through it so easily!
Li An looked at him with some pride:
"Xiao Feng, there is nothing in this world that I can't solve with just one poem. If that's not enough, then I'll give you three!"

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After Li An left, Li Shimin stood in the imperial study in silence for a long time.

There was a constant flash of surprise, shock and excitement in his eyes.

What a great way to live up to your youth!

The glorious years when he was on horseback and fought with swords and spears, and was as fierce as a tiger, seemed to be playing before his eyes one by one.

Back then, when the Tang Dynasty was first established, wasn’t that how I fought on the battlefield and won fame during my lifetime and after my death?
He recited the poem silently, feeling his heart surging with emotions and unable to control himself.

"Someone, bring some wine!"

Such a good poem must be paired with strong liquor to unleash the heroic spirit in your heart!
Zhang Ananda quickly brought a pot of wine.

Li Shimin did not even take the wine glass, but directly pulled off the lid of the pot and drank the wine in the pot in one gulp.

"Good wine!"

After drinking, Li Shimin laughed loudly, turned around and walked to the dragon desk, picked up the brush and started writing quickly.

In the blink of an eye, a poem was written on paper.

With the drunkenness and heroic spirit in his heart, he wrote this poem with great vigor and power. Every stroke seemed to be full of vigor and vitality, and the strokes were full of murderous spirit!
After finishing writing, he threw the pen aside, looked at the words on the paper, and couldn't help laughing again:

"What a poem!"

(End of this chapter)