Laiguo Mansion, Du Ruhui stayed awake all night.

Du Ruhui sat in the study, and on the table in front of him, there was a painting.

"Who knows that outside the prince and prince, there is no other happy person."

This is what Du He wrote in his study when he was bored, and it looks like a fragment at first glance, and it is not finished.

At a glance, Du Ruhui can understand Du He's mood.

Du He, as the son of the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, has no intention of going to politics, he just wants to stay away from the court and be a happy person.

Du Ruhui naturally understands very well.

"However, this court, how can it be said that you can stay away from it?" Du Ruhui sighed.

Every other hour, the listeners come to report it.

It's a pity that there was no news of Duhe overnight.

I don't know what happened in the palace this night.

At dawn.

Du Ruhui's eyes were red and swollen, and after wearing neatly dressed, he was ready to enter the palace to face the saint.

Du Ruhui said firmly: "No matter what mortal sins He'er committed, he will always be my son, if Your Majesty really wants to punish him, first punish my old bones!" ”

Suddenly, the old man pushed the door and came in.

"Master, Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of War, please see you!"

Du Ruhui was stunned, and hurriedly invited Hou Junji into the mansion.

As soon as Hou Junji saw Lao Du's haggard face, he understood everything, and said with a smile: "Du Xiang doesn't have to worry, Your Majesty just wants to grind Du He's temperament, and he doesn't plan to punish him." ”

When Du Ruhui heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, "Old man, take out the good wine that the old man treasured, today, I want to drink with Lord Hou." ”

……

"It's a pity that where the warbler cries and the flowers fall, a pot of turbid wine sends the remnants of spring."

"Poor moon, good wind and cool night, a Qing businessman with an old body."

"Eat and sleep well to eliminate the sun and the moon, talk and sneer and kiss."

"Who knows that outside the prince and prince, there is no other happy person."

When Du He woke up early in the morning, he picked up his pen and completed the poem.

Of course, this is not his work, but Mr. Bai Juyi's masterpiece "Happy".

Now Mr. Bai Juyi doesn't know where he is, so Du He has the cheekiness to borrow it first.

Especially the last two sentences, he likes them very much.

What princes and generals, in the end are not all a piece of soil, as a person who crosses, Du He firmly believes that he has a chic and happy life, and enjoys life.

Zhao Yang, the waiter next to him, saw it and couldn't help but praise: "Du Gongzi, what a good poem!" ”

Du Hele said: "Ouch, Mr. Zhao, you also know poetry?" ”

Zhao Yang shook his head and said modestly: "I don't understand, I don't understand, I just can read and write." ”

Du He said earnestly: "It's not okay if you don't learn poetry, Zi said, you can't stand without learning poetry, you have to read more in the future!" ”

Zhao Yang: "......"

I was speechless.

He was just humble, who knew that Du He would teach himself a lesson in turn.

Du He was about to go out, but was stopped by Zhao Yang: "Du Gongzi, Your Majesty has an order, you are not allowed to leave the side hall for half a step, eating, drinking and Lazar must be done here." ”

"I'm rubbing, this is not for prisoners, Your Majesty is really ruthless......"

Du He had no choice but to return to the hall and sit down and continue to be bored.

……

Not long after, the poem "Happy" written by Du He appeared on Li Er's table.

Li Er couldn't help but read it three times.

"If you don't let the prince and general do it, you have to be a happy person, this son of Keming really gives me a headache...... By the way, Du He has a heart of repentance? Li Er asked.

Zhao Yang shook his head.

"Hmph, how can this be justified, since he doesn't repent, then continue to lock it up, I can't let him be idle, take this, let him copy it ten times before dark, if he can't finish copying, don't send it over today's dinner, and I will check it myself when the time comes!" Li Er said helplessly, handing a thin booklet to Zhao Yang.

On the cover of the booklet is the words "Teacher's Table".

Waiting for Zhao Yang to leave, Li Er immediately called a little eunuch: "Send this poem to the general prison and find the best craftsman to frame it." Don't break ......"

……

"What? Let me copy the "Teacher Table" ten times, damn, there is no humanity, I am a minor, I sue you, do you believe it or not? When Du He heard the news of copying the "Teacher Table", he was immediately annoyed.

Why did the ancients like to punish with copying?

What an eternal and backward way of education!

Zhao Yang said with a smile: "Du Gongzi, Your Majesty said that if you can't finish it before dark, today's dinner will be gone, and Your Majesty will come to check it in person." ”

"Okay, okay, anyway, now people are swords, I'm fish, just copy it! It's all cultivated in nine years of compulsory education, and who hasn't had the experience of copying words ten times. ”

Zhao Yang smiled but left in a hurry.

Du He touched his chin, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

I saw that he placed the calligraphy version of the "Teacher Table" neatly, then took out the white paper and laid it out, and then took out three signature pens from his sleeve.

"Fortunately, my brother was prescient and brought a box of pens with him, hahaha......"

Then, I saw Du He find a few thin silk threads, tie up the three signature pens side by side, hold them with his right hand, adjust the position of the nib, and begin to copy.

Compared with later generations, the "Teacher Table" of this era does not even have punctuation, which saves Du He a lot of things.

It was three times at a time, and it didn't take long for Du He to finish copying it.

Not ten times, but a full twelve.

Look at the time, it's still early before dark.

Du He threw down the pen, shook his hand, and said: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid I don't know, when I was a child, I was a professional copyist, and the highest record was five pens at a time, that speed, leverage." ”

Then Du He lay down on the table and fell asleep.

During this period, Zhao Yang quietly came in to visit a few times, and each time he shook his head helplessly.

In Zhao Yang's opinion, Du He's dinner tonight is just afraid that he won't be able to eat.

Until dusk, Li Er came to the outside of the side hall.

"What is Duhe doing?" Li Er asked curiously.

Zhao Yang had a gloating expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Du Gongzi has been sleeping all afternoon. ”

When Li Er heard this, his face sank: "It's really unrepentant!" Hum. ”

As he spoke, he walked into the temple.

Zhao Yang was still sleeping.

Bang.

Li Eryi slapped the table, waking Du He up.

Du He got up, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said dissatisfiedly: "Damn, who, I was shocked, and I didn't let people sleep." ”

As soon as he looked up, he saw Li Er's angry appearance, and quickly changed his smiling face: "Ouch, isn't this Your Majesty?" Why are you so serious, is it Wei Zheng's blindless guy scolding you? ”

Li Er: "...... Du He, I asked you to copy the "Teacher Table" for reflection, you are good, you are sleeping here, do you still have me in your eyes? ”

Li Er wondered, regardless of whether he was a minister of civil and military affairs or a member of the palace, or even his own pair of children, he was afraid of himself, and he was usually nervous when he met and talked, but this Du He was good, and he didn't take him as the emperor in his eyes at all.

Who gave Du He the courage to defy the emperor?