The reader's pursuit of good poetry is fanatical!

Almost by the evening of the same day, they all knew where these excellent poems came from.

Li Chuan's matter is not a secret at all in the upper-class official eunuchs' family, and they are even more clear about the origin of the Burrow inscription in Old Man Kong's house.

In the early Tang Dynasty, those who could afford to read were all people with permanent property, even if they were not from a big family, they were not the masters who lacked money.

Their messaging channels are very well-informed.

Besides, no one deliberately kept it secret, and as soon as they inquired, it was publicized all over the capital.

By noon the next day, even the storyteller in the restaurant could recite a few poems.

The name Li Chuan once again became popular in the capital.

The people also discussed him after dinner.

Some people say that he is a god descending to earth, otherwise how can he come back from a thousand years later?!

Listening to the news that Xiao Yinzi inquired about, Li Chuan was speechless in addition to being speechless.

Sure enough, it's right not to go out of the palace, although there are few people who know him outside the palace, but he has ears, and it feels too strange to walk around outside and listen to others talk about himself.

Li Chuan concentrated on drawing clothing design drawings, including cheongsam, Song costumes, and some more conservative evening dress styles, and even Western-style puff-sleeved princess dresses.

"These clothes...... Is it worn in the boudoir? Li Chengqian picked up the drawing paper with the cheongsam, and the expression on his face was a little strange.

Li Chuan held his chin, "We could wear these clothes outside at that time, if you can't look good, just find someone to change it, I'm afraid it won't look so good." ”

"Try to do it, I think some clothes may not be able to be made now, anyway, I am only responsible for painting, not for changing, you can do it." Li Chuan felt that Western-style puff sleeves should not be made and there were no materials.

"Okay, by the way, Jing Heng asked you, when will you fulfill your promise, and you still owe him a story." Li Chengqian laughed as he spoke, and said, "When will you tell a story?" I'd like to hear about it, too. ”

Li Chuan sighed, "I know too many stories, I don't know which one to tell." ”

"Tell me something new." Li Chengqian's eyes were shining in anticipation.

"I'm afraid you won't understand." Speaking of an immortal cultivator, can he understand?

Li Chengqian stared at him with dead eyes.

"Okay, then I'll talk about fasting?" Li Chuan smiled evilly and raised his eyebrows, "Are you afraid of ghosts?" ”

Li Chengqian: "...... The son is silent, and the strange force is confused. ”

"yes, so I'm not a 'son', thankfully I'm not." Otherwise, would you call it a plum?

"Forget it, why don't you talk about a talented woman or something?" Li Chengqian suggested that he was not timid, he was just ...... Afraid of scaring Li Jingheng.

Yes, that's it, after all, Jing Heng is still young.

"Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying?" Li Chuan raised his eyebrows, and when he talked about talented and beautiful women, this popped up in his mind, "Forget it, that's not called a talented and beautiful woman, it's called a scumbag...... Let's change it. "Let's talk about a war."

Fight? The Battle of Huaihai? Never mind.

"Let's talk about the Yang general!" Li Chuan picked it in his mind and felt that this was very in line with the characteristics of the times.

"Okay, wait, I'll call Jing Heng over." Li Chengqian immediately called someone to deliver the message.

Then, after a while, there was a group of little Zhengtai in Yiqiu Palace.

Coincidentally, Li Jingheng and Li Chongyi were together, and then when they entered the palace, they met Li Ke again, knowing that they were listening to the story, Li Ke asked someone to call Li Yuanchang and Li Yuanjing.

So, a group of people surnamed Li got together.

Li Chuan picked up the ink ingot and slapped it on the table, flicking his sleeve, "It is said that during the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a famous golden knife general Yang Ye ......"

"Dalang Yang Tai, the word Yanping, is good at making a golden gun of Qu Luhun...... Erlang Yang Yong, the word Yanding, is good at making a shot of eight treasures red golden gun...... Saburo ......"

"In the battle of Golden Beach, the Yang family will suffer heavy casualties, Da Lang died to save the King of Song, Erlang was hacked to death by a sword after breaking out of the encirclement to save his brother and lifting a jack, San Lang was trampled into the mud by a horse and died, Shilang and Goro were missing, and Liulang was the only Yang family member who returned to China......"

"She Taijun is 100 years old and takes command and leads the female generals of the Yang Sect to the west......"

Li Chuan's lecture lasted for several hours, and if he hadn't refined the content, it was estimated that he would not have been able to finish it in three days.

Looking at the group of Xiao Zhengtai in front of him, sometimes crying, sometimes cursing, sometimes jumping up, wishing that he would slash and kill the Liao army on the battlefield, he was so excited.

"Is there no one in the Northern Song Dynasty? Only the Yang family can fight? When the men are dead, let the women? Li Chengqian's little face wrinkled into a bun, and he couldn't figure it out.

In a huge country, all those who can fight are born in one family?

Li Chuan poured tea into his mouth, and when he saw Li Chengqian looking over, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't look at me, I don't know, but what's wrong with the woman?" Women can also fight. ”

"After a thousand years, are all women going to war?" Jing Heng screamed, his voice was a little broken, and he seemed to be frightened.

"Of course not, both men and women." Naturally, men are the mainstay, which is determined by physique, but I still don't tell them.

"I think of Aunt Xiuning." Li Chongyi said, he is older, and he has a deep impression of Li Xiuning.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and the little prince spoke: "Aunt Xiuning is indeed very powerful, no worse than Old Taijun She. ”

In the Lizheng Palace, the emperor and queen listened to the real-time broadcast.

That is, send a few guards to eavesdrop, listen to a paragraph and come back to tell a paragraph, Li Chuan finished talking here, and Li Shimin also finished listening to it.

"I also think of Xiuning." Li Shimin misses it very much.

He had a good relationship with this sister, but unfortunately, she went too early.

"Your Majesty, don't be sad, Xiuning can also lead the troops to fight heroically when he arrives over there."

"What you said is also true, she will not be bullied with that temperament." Li Shimin laughed and changed the subject: "You said that the story told by the Sichuan boy is not a real thing?" ”

"The concubine thinks it's true, he described it in detail, which dynasty, what enemy, how many battles, how to win, how to lose, as if he saw it with his own eyes, but how is this possible, I think he has read historical materials."

"If it's true, then this Northern Song Dynasty is a dynasty established some time later, surnamed Zhao......" Li Shimin pondered.

If Li Chuan was here, he would definitely have to worry about his surname Zhao, and it would never be a good thing to be remembered by His Majesty Li Er.