Xu Hui came to his younger brother, but there was nothing too important, but he was still not at ease with him and urged him to study hard.

Under the shade of the tree behind the palace, the two sisters and brothers are not formal. Xu Qilin sat on the pony, obediently listening to the old sister's teachings and guiding his life.

"Your Majesty has agreed, when the younger brother is an adult, he can enter the Hongwen Pavilion." Xu Hui first told his brother the good news, but he didn't know that Xu Qilin didn't like it at all.

Although Xu Qilin was reluctant in his heart, he was not stubborn and stubborn on the surface.

Anyway, in a few days, I will be able to do a good job in that "big cause" and dedicate it to His Majesty Li Er, it must be Longyan Dayue, and it should be okay to be promoted to the rank of knight, right?

"Thank you, Sister, for your kind words." Xu Qilin's mouth was only chattering, happy to make the old lady happy, chatting a few words, and then presented the perfume he brought.

Xu Hui was a little surprised that his younger brother could often come up with novel toys, and he scolded him for not doing his job, and felt that he was a little unbearable because of his love and respect.

Holding the delicate perfume bottle in his hand and playing with it, Xu Hui liked this shape quite a lot, looked at the poems on the bottle, chanted and pondered, and couldn't help nodding and praised: "Good poems, you will feel incense on your face when you read it." Well, my brother's talent has grown again! ”

"Sister, this is called perfume, which can make people or clothes smell like incense." Xu Qilin laughed twice, took a bottle of perfume, pulled out the stopper, leaned to his nose, and fanned it with his hand, looking very professional.

Xu Hui smiled and nodded, appreciating it as it was, and kept admiring, "Well, the sandalwood fragrance is pure and concentrating; This is jasmine, fresh and fragrant; Osmanthus, the fragrance is soft and refreshing......"

My sister still likes the fragrance of osmanthus the most! It is no wonder that later generations named her the flower god of osmanthus because of her outstanding talent and wrote poems about osmanthus.

The lady's elegant dust really deserves this reputation, and it also adds a heart-warming affection and a wisp of meditation to the fragrance of osmanthus.

After Xu Hui finished appreciating it, his favorite were the two types of incense, osmanthus and sandalwood. Putting away all the perfumes, she saw the telescope at a glance and couldn't help asking, "What is this?" Is it also a dew? ”

Xu Qilin hurriedly picked it up, showed it to the old lady, and explained: "I heard that Your Majesty often climbs the floor to look at the Zhaoling Tomb, and you can see it more clearly with this thing." ”

After the death of Empress Changsun, His Majesty Li Er broke the convention and gave Empress Changsun the Taimiao as early as possible, and even the designated temple music was the "Dance of Guangda" that only the emperor could use.

Not only that, in order to comfort the feelings of longing, His Majesty Li Er also built a layer view in the upper garden to climb high and overlook the Zhaoling Tomb.

Xu Qilin presented a shoddy telescope, which was to slap the horse and leave a good impression on His Majesty Li Er first.

Xu Hui took the telescope and looked left and right, and then looked into the distance, and was amazed.

After a while, Xu Huicai put down the telescope in his hand, looked at Xu Qilin and smiled bitterly, and said quietly: "Little brother bothered to create this novelty." It's just that Your Majesty is afraid that you are going to destroy the layered view! ”

Yes?! Xu Qilin was a little confused, why should this built layer view be destroyed, he can't shoot this sycophant?

Xu Hui told the story, Xu Qilin listened carefully, and finally figured out what happened.

It turned out that His Majesty Li Er not only climbed the upper floor to look at the Zhaoling Mausoleum, expressed his sorrow and comforted his feelings, but also often accompanied the minister to mourn.

Two days ago, His Majesty Li Er brought a guy who shouldn't have been brought to the heights and looked into the distance. This guy is none other than Uncle Wei Zheng, who specializes in picking thorns and finding faults.

After the two monarchs and ministers ascended to the upper floor, His Majesty Li Er pointed to the direction of Zhaoling for Uncle Wei to see. Uncle Wei had the intention to add to the blockage, so he said: "What does Your Majesty want the ministers to see, my eyes are not good, I can't see it!" ”

His Majesty Li Er was very anxious, stretched out his finger again and again, and said, "How can you not see it, it's right there." Zhaoling, isn't it right there? ”

Uncle Wei suddenly nodded and said, "Oh, it turned out to be looking at Zhaoling, the minister saw it, the boss is green, right?" Just now, the minister thought that His Majesty was asking me to see the Mausoleum (Emperor Gaozu of the Tang Dynasty)! ”

His Majesty Li Er burst into tears when he heard this, and returned sadly.

Xu Qilin frowned slightly, thought about it seriously, and suddenly understood.

In the eyes of later generations, missing his deceased wife and climbing high and looking into the distance is a matter of affection and righteousness, and he should be praised. But in ancient times, it would have attracted different comments.

In ancient times, men were inferior to women, and they paid attention to "husbands do not sacrifice their wives". The high-sounding saying is that the husband sacrifices his deceased wife not only in an improper position to be humiliated, but also makes the deceased feel uneasy.

Therefore, Uncle Wei did not mean that His Majesty Li Er was unfilial, but ridiculed His Majesty Li Er that he should not mourn his deceased wife so solemnly.

To put it bluntly, what Uncle Wei means is: Don't you just die of a wife, you look at your bear-like, and you deserve to enjoy the Taimiao, and you climb high and look far away, and you are flamboyant enough. If you want to pay tribute and mourn, you can only do it to your father.

Xu Qilin figured it out, and couldn't help blurting out his complaints, "This old Wei can't see Your Majesty comfortable." It's annoying to be picky about everything. To mourn Empress Wende, that is His Majesty's affection and righteousness. Do you have to be unkind and unrighteous to call the heart of the old Wei Tou'er? ”

"Little brother is cautious." Xu Hui's face was solemn, and he said: "Zheng Guogong is an important minister of the country, how can you call him indiscriminately and not respect him?" ”

Xu Qilin snorted: "This is not a matter of title, it is a question of whether there is a true temperament." For women who love themselves deeply, give birth to children for themselves, and love each other, they don't cherish their thoughts, and they don't have affection for men, that character can be imagined. Sister, you wouldn't like that kind of majesty, would you? ”

Xu Hui was stunned, although the age gap was very large, but that era was nothing, she was Li Erfan, and she really loved His Majesty Li Er, so she naturally didn't want Li Er to be a ruthless and unscrupulous person.

"Besides, mourning for the deceased wife has been practiced since ancient times. Many poets and writers have written mourning poems, and they have not seen anyone laugh at them, but they have praised their true feelings. Xu Qilin's voice lowered, and he secretly looked at the old lady's expression, "Some poems can be passed on for a long time!" ”

After a long time, Xu Hui sighed lightly and said slowly: "Like a forest bird, it is amphibious and one. If he swims in the river fish, he analyzes the middle road of the funder. Alas, Your Majesty misses Empress Wende, and the truth is embarrassing. ”

Xu Qilin blinked her eyes, the old lady is so talented, this is going straight out!

"Good poems, exported into chapters, written in writing, my sister's talent is really not covered." Xu Qilin is really sincerely admired, from the bottom of his heart.

Xu Hui glanced at his younger brother, shook his head lightly and said, "Don't boast, this is Pan An's mourning poem." ”

Oh, it's a fork!

Xu Qilin scratched his head and laughed twice, but he was secretly happy in his heart.

Pan An, fortunately, he is not the current character, he is handsome and cool, which attracts everyone to smash watermelons and durians; How can this make poetry and let others live?