Chapter 73: History and fantasy are indeed different paths

A few other people didn't notice this scene, they were busy cheering for their correct guesses, or they were wrong and sighed and took out their anger, Li Shimin was really good at being a man, and Yang Shidao came to talk to him, this guy immediately hit the snake with the stick, and Yang Xiong, the beloved son of the real power figure of the Great Sui Dynasty, was close to it, and Tang Jian seemed to be like a heart with Li Shimin, and the cooperation was seamless.

It seems that in terms of dealing with people, even if Li Shimin is not a genius, he is at least very good at this aspect. Otherwise, after the founding of the Tang Dynasty, there would still be a large number of famous ministers and good generals who died for him and went forward to succeed him for the throne.

And at this moment, the atmosphere of the banquet has gradually pushed to the **, one or two noble children will jump out, raise the lamp and recite, or recite ancient poems, or recite new sentences, everyone jumps out, will get warm applause and applause, good or bad is not important, the important thing is this spirit of participation.

Ben Gongzi, who was a little dizzy, also slapped the table with everyone, and he should be cheered for the beating festival, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls was endless. Even Li Yaoguang was infected by this warm atmosphere, and he kept applauding the bronze wine venerable with chopsticks.

And at this time, a eunuch came from outside the flower hall, and after entering the hall, he pinched his throat and screamed: "Where are Yang Shidao and the eldest grandson Wuji?" The sound was so sharp and piercing that the originally noisy flower hall instantly became silent. Ben Gongzi, who was waving non-stop with a scorching lamb chop in his hand, couldn't help but be one, one, Ben, reading #novel xstxt stunned, and raised his head.

"Then the eunuch is calling you, why don't you go quickly." Li Shimin was also stunned for a moment, and quickly pushed me.

Your sister-in-law, this son is only half full, I really don't know what this dead eunuch wants to do when he jumps out at this time. He threw down the meat and bones in his hand, straightened his clothes, and followed Yang Shidao to the white-faced and beardless eunuch. "It's Yang Shidao below, I don't know what happened to Zhongguan Zhao?"

"You must be the eldest grandson Wuji?" The eunuch first nodded at Yang Shidao, and then his gaze fell on me.

"Exactly, what did the lieutenant call the two of us?" I asked, too.

"Your Majesty came to the Guande Palace, and was feasting and drinking in the front hall, and it was specially rumored that Yang Shidao and the eldest grandson Wuji were visited."

"What?!" Hearing this, Ben Gongzi couldn't help but be stunned. Your Majesty, it is naturally the second Sui Yang Emperor Yang Guang who has a mixed reputation in history. I really can't imagine that I can meet the supreme ruler of the Great Sui Dynasty so soon, such a number of roads is really inconsistent with the fantasy through the novel's monster fighting and upgrading routine, such **oss usually appears last, or as the mastermind behind the scenes, hmm...... History and fantasy are indeed two different paths.

Just when I was thinking nonsense, Yang Shidao whispered to me very habitually: "Your Majesty has a will, then I'll go soon." After turning around and bowing to the people in the flower hall, the eunuch who followed me walked towards the front hall.

"Why did Your Majesty call us at this time?" Yang Shidao and I followed the eunuch's footsteps closely, and asked him for advice in a low voice.

"Why should the virtuous brother be nervous, I will know in a while, but if I think about it, it must be the great work of the virtuous brother that alarmed Your Majesty." Yang Shidao replied with a smile. "That's why Your Majesty will take the two of us to meet you." Yang Shidao replied with a smile.

The front hall of the Guande Mansion is brightly lit inside and outside, because there are so many guests who come that the front hall can't sit at all, and fortunately it is late spring now, and the weather is warm, so there are many people who simply feast outside.

After walking around to the door of the front hall, the eunuch motioned for us to stop, and then after taking a few steps forward, he knelt in the direction of the chairman with his throat pinched and said, "Your Majesty, Yang Shidao and the eldest grandson are here." ”

There was a neutral voice inside: "Hehe, it's not slow to come, pass!" ”

I walked into this extremely open front hall with Yang Shidao, and in the front hall, I am afraid that there are no less than dozens of desks, and there are really a lot of people inside, but compared to the people outside, the officials and nobles here are definitely the most heavyweight in the Great Sui Dynasty, at least I saw that Li Yuan, the Duke of Tang Guo, only sat in the upper middle position, and there were many noble and high-ranking officials sitting above him.

And Xiangguo County Duan Wenzhen also sat in the seat, staring at Ben Gongzi with uncertain eyes, it seems that this old guy only learned today that the eldest grandson who has been famous in Chang'an and the song "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" that is sung endlessly is from the hand of Ben Gongzi.

I walked more than ten steps with Yang Shidao, knelt on the floor, and saluted respectfully to Yang Guang, who was burly and tall, sitting according to the case, wearing an ochre-yellow brocade robe with a jade belt hanging from his waist, and his face was dignified and not angry and arrogant.

"You are the eldest grandson Wuji?" Yang Guang stroked his long beard, looked at me with interest and asked with a smile.

"Exactly." I replied respectfully, rubbing the fine sweat that came out of my palms, and my heart kept hypnotizing myself, I am now acting in a movie, I am rehearsing an ancient movie, and I am playing the kind of talented, shocking talent.

Yang Guang squinted his eyes and smiled faintly: "I listened to the words of King Guande, your poetry is rare in the world, and calligraphy is a family of its own, quite a family style, I am different, so I am here, I and Yang Shidao came together, just want to see it." Let's see if there is another young man like Yang Shidao. ”

"Hehe, what Your Majesty said is exactly what the old minister wishes in his heart. Wuji virtuous nephew, Your Majesty is here today, and you have to behave well. Live up to Your Majesty's praise for you. "Yang Xiong, the king of Guande, who was sitting next to the chairman at the bottom left, first bowed his head slightly at me, and then commanded Yang Shidao.

"Yes, today, I will take the peony in the hands of the flower girl of my division as the theme, the two of you, each make one, I and Zhuqing, both judge, how about it?" Yang Guang stroked his beard and said with a long smile, and specially pointed to a picturesque, delicate and lovely flower-holding girl standing behind the Hu bed where he was sitting.

"This flower was picked by my own hands, and among all the flowers, only this peony is the most beautiful." Yang Guang looked at the peony flower with branches and leaves with an admiring expression.

Hearing this, the girl moved the lotus step to the hall, and then raised the peony in her hand to show everyone in the hall, and her own eunuch followed the side of the flower girl and held a bright candle, of course, it also allowed me and Yang Shidao to take a closer look at the three delicate red peonies blooming among the green leaves on the branch, and these three red peony petals overlapped, delicate and delicate.

The tender yellow stamen in the center of the flower looks extraordinarily attractive, as if a few topazes are embellished in the blue blood. Under the candlelight, next to the peony, it is so delicate that the flower girl with skin like snow is delicate and lovely.

"That being the case, that virtuous brother, for the sake of brother, you will first throw bricks and lead the jade." Yang Shidao looked at the red peony for a long time, and after bowing slightly towards me, he began to recite the poems he had conceived in the front hall that had become silent. "Hanjia Yiluo Nine-fold City, Yulu Pontoon Bridge Wanli Ping......"