Chapter 643: Sending Off

In the middle of the hotel is a long table with a book written by Li Xian himself. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info Li Xian just wants the ministers to watch and figure it out carefully, so as to understand the reason, intention, feelings and thoughts of his marriage to the princess of Jincheng.

The feast was held in the big tent, and several bands were outside the tent, taking turns playing festive music, and melodious and pleasant sounds continued to enter the tent. Pleasant tunes, friendly joy, endless.

Li Xian had already ordered the preparation of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for application, and the ministers knew that His Majesty wanted everyone to write a poem for Princess Jincheng to say goodbye.

Li Xian was quite sad at the moment, and he said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Princess Jincheng's marriage to Tubo is a major event for our Tang Dynasty and Tubo, and since then the two countries have become close to each other and reconciled as a family." Such a happy event, I have already written a book and put it in the lobby, and Zhu Qing has already read it. If you have any thoughts and comments, you can talk about it, you can discuss it, this is for Princess Jincheng to take away, take it with ....... ā€

Everyone's mood is different, but they all have to work hard and make an article on expressing the meaning of Jincheng's marriage to Tibet. Those ministers who regard impromptu poetry and lyrics as commonplace do have the meaning of "poetic and revealing one-hand"; And those who regard making poetry as a daunting way and can't escape, have no choice but to bite the bullet and search for dry intestines.

Li Xian added: "Let everyone make poems today and keep them as memorials, how many years later, when I reread it, I will remember that the marriage between the Tang Dynasty and Tubo is for the benefit of the people of Li and future generations." I will also remember how I was full of attachment to Jincheng at that time. ā€

Speaking of this, Li Xian had already begun to choke up and stopped talking.

In the back row of the big tent, Zhang Baoer, Li Zhiying, Jiang Xiaotong, Suanna and others were saying goodbye to Li Nunu.

Li Xian drank a few glasses of wine, didn't have the heart to watch everyone think about writing poems, got up and turned to the back tent.

Li Xian wanted to ask Li Nunu a few more words at the end, and hesitated: "Princess Jincheng ......." ā€

Li Nunu was very unaccustomed to hearing this, and sighed and said, "Your Majesty still calls Nunu a nickname, which is more cordial." ā€

Li Xianqiang said with a smile: "I thought that today was an official farewell occasion, so I called it so. Actually, I feel a little awkward to say it. Good! It's still like usual! ā€

Then, Li Xian commanded loudly: "Neku, bring the list of dowries, read it to the slaves, and see if there is anything else that needs to be added?" ā€

Li Nunu listened to all the things that accompanied the dowry, and stopped talking.

Li Xian saw that she still had something to ask for, so he asked, "Just say what you want, I will definitely meet the slave's request." ā€

Li Nunu thought for a moment and said: "The dowry is so rich, the slave knows that it is enough. If you think about it in the future, please ask for an addition! At that time, Your Majesty will not refuse to give. ā€

"Of course I will! Of course it will give! Then read the list of the main personnel who accompanied him to Tibet. ā€

Li Nunu listened and said: "There are enough personnel." It's just that the slave likes music on weekdays, and asks His Majesty to give him a band to take to Tibet, and when he is homesick in the future, he can listen to the music of the Tang Dynasty as a rehearsal, I don't know if it is possible? ā€

"Yes, if you don't mention it, I forgot that you are a music fan, so I ordered the team that came today to prepare and follow you into Tibet. What do you think? ā€

When Li Nunu heard this, he hurriedly said: "Thank Your Majesty for your permission, you can use this team as a basis, if you don't want to go to Tubo, or if your family has difficulties and can't leave home, you can stay and change to someone else." ā€

"Good! and arranged according to the will of the slaves. ā€

Jin Cheng got up and said, "Your Majesty, the slave slave is already satisfied. ā€

Li Xian also got up and said: "The ministers of civil and military affairs are all writing poems for you to say goodbye, so let's go and listen to it together!" ā€

A few people came to the outer tent, and the ministers were still using their brains.

Among the ministers, Zong Chuke, Yan Chaoyin, Zhang Shuo, Su Zhen and others were the first to complete the impromptu poems. After they finished writing, they concentrated on drinking tea and tea, waiting for Zhongzong to call to read, and hoped that the poems would be on the list.

Li Xian said to the ministers: "Princess Jincheng's marriage to Tibet this time is to benefit the people, contribute to the tranquility of the frontier, and avoid or reduce the bloodshed of wars. I specially wrote a book for the princess, which I was going to read to everyone. But for the sake of time, I have written a number of copies from under the door and put them in the lobby for everyone to see, what do you think of the book I wrote? ā€

Zong Chuke's kung fu is first-class, and he first said: "Your Majesty's writing is reasonable and lawful, and it is loud; There is a lot of affection and tears. Cheng is a rare example of book-making. ā€

Minister Su Zhen said: "The book written by Your Majesty shows that our Tang Dynasty attaches great importance to marriage with Tibet, and from then on, the people of Tang and Tibet can live and work in peace and contentment, and no longer suffer from war." ā€

Princess Taiping is not far behind: "It is recommended that the translator translate the meaning of the text to the Tibetan ministers and the embassy, I don't know what Your Majesty's opinion is?" ā€

When Li Xian heard this, he was afraid that he would be delayed for too long, so he said, "It's too late today." This can be done by the chamberlain. The chamberlain first sent the written copy to the Tibetan mission for the interpreter to translate and listen to it. Now, let's read the masterpieces of the ministers! ā€

One by one, the ministers put before them all the poems they had written, so that they could read them. Considering that the emperor has the "Book of Making" in front, they all wrote respectfully, "Fenghe sent Princess Jincheng to adapt to the Tubo system".

Li Xian said to the ministers: "Today's poems are good or bad, I intend to let Princess Jincheng judge, do you agree?" ā€

Everyone said it was a good idea, so let the princess be the judge!

Li Nunu knew that this was Li Xianqi's emphasis on himself, but in fact, he also had a problem for himself, these poets were all elders of the old Demao, and there were some people in the writing, how could he have such a high level to judge his head. But it's hard to refuse, so I came up with a plan: I have to ask Shangguan Wan'er for help, her poetry skills are good, and the elders and children are admired.

So Li Nunu suggested: "The Holy Commander Slave Comment, how can my level be enough?" I have a request, please let Shangguan Zhaorong be my helper, I wonder if the Holy One can approve it? ā€

Li Xian thought about it, it is true, without Shangguan Wan'er's help, the ministers may not be convinced, Shangguan Wan'er's poetry is very high, and everyone knows it. It's best to have her as an assistant. So he ordered to go to the back account and invite Shangguan Wan'er to the front account to be the poetry of Princess Jincheng.

Shangguan Wan'er felt ashamed of Li Nunu in her heart, if it weren't for her side knock, Li Nunu would definitely not make the decision to marry Tubo, and it was very unpleasant to let her meet Li Nunu at this moment. But His Majesty has a life, but he has to come out.

Shangguan Wan'er saw Li Nunu, and Li Nunu smiled and said: "Shangguan Zhaorong, come and rescue me, how can I have such a high level of poetry and poetry?" ā€

Shangguan Wan'er barely squeezed out a smile: "Then I might as well be respectful!" ā€