"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, there is no place to tell the sadness in my heart, and I look at each other without words and only tears.

Li Taipin these poems, "Good articles, good words and sentences." ”

However, looking left and right, Li Zheng's words are indeed too unsightly.

And there are a lot of typos.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. ”

Qin Qiong sighed: "How can a twelve-year-old child feel like this. ”

But who else can write such a psalm, and who can write hundreds of poems in a day and a night.

The crowd was crowded under the city walls, so the Jinwuwei had to be dispatched to maintain order here.

All the shops in Chang'an are singing the poems made by Li Zheng.

Some literati frantically drank wine and read poetry aloud.

All the literati in Chang'an are crazy.

Since the unification of the world, after the war was pacified, there was room for literati to scold Fang Xuan.

How many literati have been produced over the past thousands of years, and how many talents have been produced.

There are many, many wonderful chapters.

Although the poetry of the Tang Dynasty has not reached its peak.

Those contemporary Confucians are also good at writing articles.

There are countless good poems and good words, and those that have been circulated in the world are also rare.

Only this time Li Zheng wrote hundreds of poems in one day and one night.

Look at the Chang'an city wall hung with poems.

Which dynasty and which generation has such a landscape.

How many people are born in the present, and people are excited.

How many people are lost in front of these psalms.

Cheng Yanjin stood on a platform in Chang'an, and from here he could see the poems pasted on the city wall of Chang'an, "The study house of the eldest grandson's family drove people out of the academy on the grounds that Li Zheng couldn't write well, and now the eldest grandson Wuji even regrets his intestines." ”

Kong Yingda, who had white hair, said: "The ancestor and sage Confucius has a cloud: there is no class in teaching, how can Li Zheng drive people out because he can't write well." ”

Cheng Yanjin sneered and said: "It's a pity, this Li Zheng doesn't want to be an official now." ”

Kong Yingda shook his head in disbelief when he thought of the eldest grandson's actions.

……

The eldest grandson, Wuji, was furious in his own home.

A Li is about to discredit the eldest grandson's family.

The study house of the eldest grandson's family is for the eldest grandson's family to cultivate people.

As long as you cultivate a person who can enter the court.

Then this person is the wing of the eldest grandson's family.

In the future, more people can stand on the side of the eldest grandson's family in the court.

It's also a bit selfish, the eldest grandson Wuji's long-time political enemies, Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling have always been Li Shimin's right-hand men, and they just want to stand in front of these two.

After Li Er ascended the throne, the eldest grandson Wuji understood in his heart.

The biggest difference between themselves and Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui is that they don't have their own family background.

Although today's eldest grandson family is not as good as the family, it is also the number one among the magnates in Chang'an.

The eldest grandson Wuji knew in his heart that Li Shimin must also know that he was cultivating wings.

He didn't poke himself.

Because Li Shimin has no choice now, there are too few readers in Datang.

He needed someone to train him to read.

It is all done by himself to build the academy and train readers who can submit papers to the Hongbunkan.

This is also an advantage that Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui do not have.

They don't have the business of the eldest grandson's family, and they don't have the family foundation accumulated by the eldest grandson's family.

The eldest grandson Wuji has always had a shadow in his heart.

There are also many people who say that they rely on the current queen to ascend to the throne.

The eldest grandson Wuji sneered, as early as when Li Shimin had not yet made a career, he and Li Shimin were friends in cloth.

They met Li Shimin earlier than Fang Xuanling.

Indeed, in terms of the strategy and strategy of governing the country, the eldest grandson Wuji thinks that he is not as good as Fang Xuanling.

So I have always given the best to the eldest grandson, and tried my best to let him read with the prince.

so that he can shine brighter than all the powerful children in the court.

Things have come to fruition, but now a Li Zheng has been killed.

disrupted his own plans for more than a decade.

The eldest grandson Chong persuaded his father: "Father Li Zheng is just a great poet and numeracy. ”

Who would have thought that a despised kid could have such an achievement today.

Now there are rumors in Chang'an that Li is a poet.

This matter must be engraved in the hearts of many people in Chang'an.

"Father! The child thinks that what His Majesty really needs today is a good talent who can govern the country, the Tang Dynasty has only been based in the Central Plains for a few years, and there is a shortage of people in the court. ”

The eldest grandson Wuji looked at his son with a complicated expression.

"Recently, there was an urgent report from Taiyuan that Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui had been summoned to the palace to discuss things."

The eldest grandson Chong asked, "Is something happening in Taiyuan?" ”

If it weren't for the news from the connections in the palace, the eldest grandson Wuji would not have known what happened in Taiyuan now.

"A lot of locust plagues were found in Taiyuan, and the Taiyuan Thorn Shi sent a note to the court, asking the fields to be burned to avoid another catastrophe.

Last year's locust plague, Changsun Chong still vividly remembers, and many people died of starvation.

The eldest grandson Wuji said patiently: "Your Majesty means that you want to keep the food, but the locust plague cannot happen again." ”

"The child understands, so I'm going to find someone to discuss a countermeasure."

Eldest Sun Wuji nodded.

But if you think about it carefully, Li Zheng is indeed a child with unparalleled poetry and mathematics.

What His Majesty needs today is indeed a good man who can govern the country.

Lee?

Eldest Sun Wuji was not so worried immediately, but for the sake of his family's reputation, Eldest Sun Chong had to show his talents.

In Chang'an, there are still new words from Li Zheng.

There were even quite a few people standing at the gate of the city, and as soon as a poem arrived, it was copied down.

"Outside the post by the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. ”

Kong Yingda looked at the copied poems and sighed: "What a sentence!" A good sentence has no intention of fighting for spring, and the group is jealous. ”

Compared with Li Zheng's situation in Chang'an, he said that he had no intention of fighting for spring, and he was jealous.

Li Zhengben didn't want to make much of a name for himself in Chang'an.

But it caused rumors to fly all over the sky.

These rumors even want to ruin a twelve-year-old.

This Datang must give young people a chance to display their talents.

Kong Yingda thought to herself.

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past, Xiaolou had the east wind last night, the country is unbearable to look back at the moon, the carved fence and jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed, ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward!"

Another poem was sent to Chang'an.

If one wall can't be attached, it will be attached to the other.