In the early morning, the sun has not yet fully shone on Chang'an City.

The edge of the city wall was already full of people, and at a glance, it seemed that one poem after another had circled Chang'an City.

The literati of the Tang Dynasty stayed awake all night, and as soon as the curfew was lifted, they came to the city wall to read poems.

"The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. When I feel the tears, I hate the birds. The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 gold......"

Qin Qiong's heart throbbed when she looked at this poem, even if a dynasty fell, the mountains and rivers were still there, the beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter missed all the soldiers and their families.

Qin Qiong, who has fought for half her life, knows this feeling very well, how many soldiers leave family letters when they fight to the death.

"Qin Qiong." Cheng Yanjin, who was rushing to the court, came and said, "Why are your eyes red, haven't you slept well?" ”

Qin Qiong put away her emotions and nodded.

"I didn't sleep well either." Cheng Yanjin also said.

There are more and more people standing in front of the Chengtian Gate, and they are about to go to court.

are all talking about the poems written by Li Zheng.

It is obviously inappropriate to say that Li Zheng is cheating the world and stealing his name now.

Seeing the eldest grandson Wuji coming, Cheng Yanjin took a few steps back to keep a distance from him.

Seeing the face of the old fox of the eldest grandson Wuji, Cheng Biting Jin whispered to Qin Qiong: "Eighty percent, this old fox can't sleep well. ”

Li Zheng's poems made many people sleep poorly.

Qin Qiong sighed and said: "It's Li Zheng, this child, it's too ......"

"Too unambitious?"

Glancing at Cheng Chumo, Qin Qiong said, "It's hard to say. ”

"I don't know if his wasteland can grow food, my old Cheng family has also reclaimed some wasteland, try it when the time comes."

As soon as the Chengtian Gate opened, hundreds of officials walked into the palace gate.

In the Ganlu Palace, Li Shimin just got up and looked at Li Zheng's poems again.

If it weren't for Li Zheng's advance notification, Chang'an might have been flooded.

If you don't take precautions against floods in time, you may be in even bigger trouble right now.

Li Zheng has merit.

I want to reward him too.

I want him to work for me even more.

It's just that he is so short-sighted, he only has cultivated land and farming in his eyes, and he has a posture of dying old and not being able to get out of Jingyang.

The more I thought about it, the more upset I became.

"I don't know what to do, boy." Li Shimin threw down a book of music in annoyance.

The eunuch came to report: "Your Majesty, Li Zheng is ......"

"What's wrong with Li Zheng?"

"Li Zheng has another poem sent to Chang'an ......"

The eunuch carefully handed the copied poem to Li Shimin.

"The city is supplemented by three Qin, and the wind and smoke look at Wujin. Parting with the king, the same is a eunuch. There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor. Inaction is on the road, and the children are stained with scarves. ”

……

What kind of demon is this kid?

knows that Li Zheng is a kid who has the ability.

Li Shimin actually doesn't care so much about the rumors outside.

Thousands of calculations.

I didn't count it.

This Li Zheng can make such a big fuss.

Now I am afraid that Li Zheng's name is known to the world.

Do you have to meet such a person?

Such a person did not enter the court as an official.

Li Shimin felt that it was difficult for him to ride a tiger.

Li Shimin looked at the poems copied on it and asked, "This is the first poem." ”

"The seventy-eighth poem." The eunuch said.

I have to say that these poems don't seem to be written randomly, and the artistic conception of each poem is very good.

But he's so talented......

Li Shimin sighed.

The eunuch on the side said, "Your Majesty, it's time for the last dynasty." ”

Li Shimin changed his clothes and went to court.

came to the court and listened to the reports of the various ministries of the court.

Li Shimin originally wanted to go to court.

Wei Zheng stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, this rumor is strange, we must find out if someone is spreading rumors." ”

Li Shimin stroked his forehead and said, "I will arrange someone to investigate." ”

Wei Zheng nodded and retreated.

Li Shimin stood up and said, "Retreat." ”

After this retreat, Li Shimin, who had just turned around, turned around and found that these civil and military ministers were even more anxious than himself.

"They're ......"

"When I returned to Your Majesty, I was in a hurry to read poetry."

"It's already a few songs." Li Shimin asked.

"It's almost three hundred." The eunuch said.

Li Shimin's rough feet almost didn't stand firm.

"Your Majesty!"

The eunuch came to report and said, "Your Majesty, Taiyuan is in a hurry." ”

Li Shimin looked nervous and took the recital from Taiyuan, generally speaking, ordinary recitals are handed into the palace, first through Menxia Province, and then to Zhongshu Province, and the important ones and the Zhongshu Province that can be dealt with will be selected.

Zhongshu Province picked out the more tricky pieces before Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui handed them to themselves.

If it is particularly urgent, it will be sent directly to you across the Zhongshu Province.

Looking at the content on the recital, something happened in Taiyuan.

Many locust larvae have been found in the fields around Taiyuan, and this year's winter ended early.

The history of Taiyuan's assassination also illustrates the idea in the cantata.

You can burn all the grain in these fields with a single fire, and burn the larvae with locusts to death.

As a result, many places in Taiyuan will have no harvest this year.

If it doesn't burn, when the locusts fly, more places will be affected.

Such a decision would not dare to be made by a thorn in history, and he wanted the DPRK and China to make a decision.

Either there is no harvest, or there is a disaster everywhere.

When the locust plague swept through Guanzhong last year, Fang Xuanling said that locusts would leave insect seeds.

We need to take precautions in the coming year.

Is it going to set fire to these fields?

How should the DPRK deal with the Taiyuan that has no harvest?

Li Shimin's heart was in turmoil, and on one side was Liangzhou, which was eager to try.

On the other hand, there was an accident in Taiyuan.

It's so tiring to be an emperor, Li Shimin suddenly didn't want to do it.

Holding this piece of Taiyuan, he instructed: "Summoning Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui to the Ganlu Hall for discussion." ”

Returning to the Ganlu Palace, Li Shimin sat down and finally calmed himself down after taking a sip of tea.

Another eunuch hurriedly came, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Li Zhenghe ......"

"Is he still writing poetry?" Li Shimin asked in surprise.

"Back to Your Majesty, Li Zheng didn't have a poem to send to Chang'an."

"It's finally over."

Li Shimin said with a long sigh.

Seeing the hesitation on the little eunuch's face, Li Shimin asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Carefully taking out the booklet, the little eunuch handed it over and said, "Your Majesty, Li Zheng has begun to write words." ”

Li Shimin hurriedly took the booklet and looked at the contents on it: When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace...... There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. This matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

"This Li Zheng!"

Never before had he gritted his teeth so much at anyone, and Lee was the first.

Li Shimin thinks that he wants to bring the world's talents under his command.

There is such a demonic person.

It's just that he doesn't want to be an official yet.

A wave of unevenness has risen again and again.

Nearly three hundred poems were plastered all over the city walls.

This was not enough, Li Zheng began to write lyrics again......

The literati of Chang'an are not crazy, some people say that Li Zheng is crazy.