"Today coincides with the peony blossoms, Jinyang, Gaoyang, they want to hear you compose a poem again, you can write a poem, my daughters are satisfied, and I will not be held accountable for your slander against me." Li Shimin glanced at the nervous Changle and said lightly.

I'll it!

Glancing at Li Shimin, Yuan Qingxin fell back into his position.

scared the baby to death, and thought that he was going to be convicted for telling a story indiscriminately.

Fortunately, Li Shimin is not a tyrant, fortunately, his old man doesn't want to pursue it for his daughter's sake, but fortunately, I still remember a few poems about peonies. Write poetry, just write poetry, it's plagiarized anyway.

Thinking blindly in his heart, Wu Yuanqing straightened his mind, looked at the delicate peony, and looked at the long music of the person than the flower, and chanted: "The peony demon in front of the court is unqualified, and the hibiscus on the pond is pure and affectionate." The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Only the peony is true to the national color, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom."

"Only the peony is true to the country, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom. Good poetry." Before the emperor could speak, Wei Zheng, who was behind him, looked at his beard with his eyes half-closed and praised with a very enjoyable look: "Although there is no mention of the color and fragrance of the peony, but there is only one, the peony is mentioned to the position of the unique national color and fragrance of the king of flowers, and then the flower season moves the capital to describe the lively scene of people pouring out of the city to watch the peony to further emphasize the status of the peony as the true national color of the king of flowers.

"Where, where, Lord Wei praised it falsely." Wu Yuanqing said modestly.

Li Shimin, who was robbed of the limelight and the first to speak, swallowed the praise that was about to be exported back into his stomach, glanced at Wei Zheng very unhappily and looked at Wu Yuanqing, who was humbling with a modest face, but actually smiling very happily, and snorted lightly: "I look very ordinary."

Hearing this, Wei Zheng smiled and didn't speak, while Wu Yuanqing lowered his head and rolled his eyes very vaguely, pursed his lips, and said a word, I think it is average, there is a kind of you write a poem.

Wei Zheng and Wu Yuanqing didn't speak, and Gao Yang, who was a pit man, jumped out and echoed her father: "That's it, brother-in-law, this poem is written about peonies, and I don't see that it was given to Sister Changle at all."

Your sister, worthy of being a sister, the brother-in-law of the pit also brought a team here, Jinyang sold it once before, you Gaoyang little girl even made it worse again, the truth of your girl killed your brother-in-law, Wu Yuanqing glared at Gao Yang angrily, but was seen by the little girl, and squeezed her eyebrows and fought back.

Wipe.

The venue was quiet again, and Li Shimin didn't expect Gao Yang to mention this topic again, his cheeks twitched twice, he glared at Wu Yuanqing viciously, and said coldly, "Didn't you hear it, Gao Yang is not satisfied, do it again.

Wu Yuanqing was about to cry because of the uncute little princesses, but the emperor had a life, so he had to take out the masterpiece of the poet fairy Li Qinglian: "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon."

This is the first of the three songs in Li Baiqing's flat tune. These three Qingping tunes were made in the second year of Xuanzong Tianbao of the Tang Dynasty, when Li Bai was worshipping Hanlin in Chang'an.

At that time, Tang Xuanzong, who had slept with his daughter-in-law, and his daughter-in-law Yang Guifei were watching peony flowers in the agarwood pavilion in the palace, and the servants were preparing to perform songs and dances to add to the fun. Tang Xuanzong said: "Appreciating famous flowers, for concubines, how can you use old music words." ”

Therefore, he urgently summoned Hanlin to wait for Li Bai to enter the palace to write a new movement, and then Li Bai made three Qingping tunes on the golden flower paper.

And the first of the three is undoubtedly the first, and the first two couplets are the most famous. In later generations, who can read more poetry and can't read a cloud, want clothes, flowers, want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon, this is a proper famous sentence, and you may get it during the exam.

This Qingping tone is written about Yang Yuhuan and peony, and Yang Yuhuan is made of peony. It is said that when you see the splendor of the clouds, you want the beauty of their clothes, and when you see the beauty of the flowers, you want to look like people. If you don't see her at the top of the jade mountain, you meet under the moonlight of Yaochi.

People and flowers are intertwined, people are more delicate than flowers, and flowers are as beautiful as people. This color is only because there is one in the sky, how many times can the world smell it?

Li Bai wrote this when he saw Yang Yuhuan and Peony, and read it out in Wu Yuanqing's mouth, that is, Wu Yuanqing compared Princess Changle to a peony, so he wrote this poem to praise Changle's beautiful face.

As soon as Shixian's masterpiece comes out, what else can Li Shimin say, no matter how unhappy he is, Wu Yuanqing has written his daughter so beautifully, can he still turn a blind eye and listen to it, and he can't say that he will be punished?

Of course not, not to mention that Li Shimin won't be able to wipe his face, even if he can, Wei Zheng, who is following him, will definitely scare him.

"This poem is so good, if only my brother-in-law had given it to me." Gao Yang said enviously.

"Don't dream, my brother-in-law is for Sister Changle." Princess Seongyang, who is slightly older than Gao Yang, joked with a smile.

Listening to the laughter of his daughters, Li Shimin's face suddenly turned black again, and his cheeks couldn't stop trembling.

Nima, Lao Tzu has already lost two precious daughters, do you have to lose a few more?

Naturally, he didn't want to scold his daughter Li Shimin, so he had to send his anger to Wu Yuanqing.

"Poetry is good poetry, but what's the use of just being able to compose poetry, can you become a pillar? Look at how old you are, you are a father, or you just know that you either run around or laze all day. What's the difference between you and cysts?"

An inexplicable reprimand, Wu Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, what is the situation, I have nothing to blame now. It's not like you've taken away all my official duties.

Just when Wu Yuanqing couldn't figure out what kind of strength the emperor had made in the nameless fire, Li Shimin said again: "Tomorrow the grain will be transported, transported, you can go and watch the point, don't have a problem."

After saying this, Wu Yuanqing couldn't reply, Li Shimin flicked the sleeves of his robe and turned away.

It's really neat to say that you can leave, but the emperor, you are so good to give me a name, you are confused, let me supervise the Caoliang people, who listens, there is no official and a half-position on the body, only a knighthood, son-in-law, I don't use my face.

Wu Yuanqing wailed in his heart, and the little princesses were all disappointed. My brother-in-law has an errand and can't take us to play crazy anymore.

"Brother-in-law, shall we go to the White Horse Temple tomorrow?" Princess Jinyang asked pitifully.

"yes."

"yes."

The others nodded their heads as well.

Wu Yuanqing shook his head angrily: "Didn't you listen to what your father said, tomorrow my brother-in-law has something to do, and I can't go to the White Horse Temple, let's go another day."

Wu Yuanqing originally wanted to blame Jinyang, Gaoyang and Chengyang, the three little guys, for a few words, because if they hadn't talked nonsense, he wouldn't have been apportioned again in a few days after he was free, and the key was that he was very nameless and participatory, that is, he didn't get paid for his work.

But after thinking about it, it's all a little girl, I know a fart, and I don't have a heart, so I blame the coaxing who cried, why bother.

"It's so good, Brother Yuanqing also sent Changle a poem, and finally the same as Sister Ziyu and Sister Xiangcheng." Suddenly there was a sound in my ears, and Changle exhaled softly and softly.