Like most dynasties, the emperors of Dahua still treated their relatives more favorably. Of course, the premise is that you can't plot against it, such as rebellion or something. Therefore, once you are crowned king, as long as you sit with peace of mind, your lord. Even if you do something out of the ordinary on weekdays, at most you will be criticized by the emperor, and it is nothing serious.

Liang King Zhao Changwen and his son Zhao Xingfu are role models among the princes. The emperor was very relieved. There is no army in hand, and there are no connections in the DPRK and China. During the New Year's holidays, he did not communicate with the officials and dignitaries. What does this mean, it shows that King Liang is not the kind of person with bad intentions, and it shows that King Liang is a noble person, a pure person, and a person who has escaped from low-level interests!

Getting back to the point, after Li Mingyuan sat down, he found that Zhao Changwen and Zhao Xingfu, father and son, seemed to be reading something, and after a closer look, they were dumbfounded, isn't this a book published by their own Xiaoyao Teahouse? It's full of "masterpieces" of rich members, how did it get into the hands of these two masters?

"Father, I took a look, except for a few poems in these books, which are quite passable, the others are not satisfactory!" Zhao Xingfu closed the last book and said in a somewhat regretful tone.

Shizi's words made several Liangzhou talents present a little embarrassed, others didn't know the inside story of Lu Dao, but they and others knew it very well. These books are completely smashed out of silver, and several of the people who published the books are also silver members of the teahouse, and people lack everything, but they are not short of money, and a lot of silver is smashed into it, and it is not a problem to make a few books at all. As for the quality, hehe, that's unknown.

Zhao Changwen also read several books here, and he was also infinitely disappointed in his heart. Originally, he was still full of expectations for the students and scholars in Liangzhou, after all, they successfully published books at a young age. But when I came to see it in person today, I found that it was really better to see it than to hear it, and I knew that it was so, so it was better not to come!

"By the way, Mingyuan, I heard that Lord Xie Xian Xie also left one of his poems for the teahouse, is there such a thing?" Zhao Changwen seemed to remember something and asked Li Mingyuan for confirmation.

Hearing Zhao Changwen's question, Li Mingyuan was also a little nervous. When he first opened the teahouse, he borrowed tiger skins from many people, and the Four Seasons hot pot restaurant is the same, and Zhao Changwen's words are still hanging in the store. At the beginning, it was said that Xie Xian inscribed the teahouse, but in fact, he also took advantage of the situation. Similar to advertising in later generations. After the teahouse's business was on the right track, Li Mingyuan also forgot about it. If it weren't for Zhao Changwen mentioning it today, it is estimated that Li Mingyuan would not have remembered it in his life.

"Well, this, this, it seems to be there!" Li Mingyuan wiped his cold sweat and said a little nervously.

After getting Li Mingyuan's affirmation, Zhao Changwen became even more excited, "Really? I'll just say, such a big book can't be a rumor, who eats the courage of an ambitious leopard and dares to create such a rumor? Tell me, what is the poem? Why is this king not impressed! ”

Although he was prepared for Zhao Changwen's spirit of seeking the truth, for a while, Li Mingyuan really couldn't think of any suitable verses, because Master Xie was here to announce the decree. After announcing the decree, he patted his ass and left, not writing poetry at all.

"Lord Xie left in a hurry, so the poem was not written!" Li Mingyuan continued to make up nonsense.

"Yes, Master Xie is so busy, after the decree, he didn't even have a good rest before he hurriedly set off again, completely ignoring old age and decrepitude! Eh, it's really bitter for this old man! Zhao Changwen also sighed with a little sigh.

"Father is right, Erchen also admires Master Xie very much. Right now, at a time when I am suffering from internal and external troubles in Dahua, thanks to a loyal and upright minister like Lord Xie who is trying his best to serve the country, otherwise it is unimaginable what kind of consequences it would be! The prince Zhao Xingfu also said on the side.

After the father and son praised Xie Xian, they continued to ask Li Mingyuan about Xie Xian's masterpiece.

"Lord Xie once instructed me not to spread his poems, because his old man is not a person who values fame and fortune, but since His Royal Highness King Liang has spoken, the student has no choice but to go against Lord Xie's wishes!" Li Mingyuan pretended to be helpless.

At this time, everyone admired Xie Xian's high style and brightness in their hearts, and felt a little ashamed of eavesdropping on Master Xie's masterpiece here.

"I was ordered to ask the border, and the subject country lived in the extended. Zheng Peng out of Hanse, return to the wild goose into Hu Tian. The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river. The border pass is waiting to ride, and the general is in the jade gate! Li Mingyuan unceremoniously plagiarized Wang Wei's envoy. Although this time it is not for himself to gain fame, this kind of behavior is still very shameful!

For Xie Xian's poems, everyone naturally did not dare to despise them, and they have been listening attentively, wanting to get a little inspiration from them. But this song is so perfect, too flawless, and too intoxicating, that after Li Mingyuan finished reading it, many people were still addicted to it and couldn't extricate themselves.

China's 5,000-year-old civilization can be said to have been passed down from generation to generation. However, if there is no Tang and Song poems. No one dares to imagine what that Yanhuang civilization is, and what is it? Words are always the soul of a nation, and poetry is the most beautiful processing of Chinese characters.

"The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river! Good, good, good! Great! Liang Wang Zhao Changwen shook his head and praised directly.

Zhao Xingfu, the son of King Liang, was also intoxicated, "Lord Xie is worthy of being a pillar of the country and a model of Shilin." A casual poem is enough to laugh at the literary world, compared to this poem, these so-called masterpieces are complete bullshit! ”

"Aren't you talking nonsense? How can the classics in Tang poetry be comparable to these limerick poems? Li Mingyuan smashed his mouth with disdain, and expressed strong dissatisfaction with Zhao Xingfu's comparison of Wang Wei's poems with the poems of these local tyrants. Why don't you just compare that bike to a Lamborghini?

At this time, someone had already presented the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and King Liang was also unceremoniously, splashing ink on the spot, and between a few breaths, a song had been copied by him, and the speed was so fast that he could catch up with the typewriter.

"Good poems, good words!" Li Mingyuan admired Zhao Changwen's calligraphy and praised it again and again.

Indeed, Zhao Changwen's calligraphy, when he was young, was instructed by famous masters, and when he grew up, he figured it out, and constantly absorbed the strengths of calligraphy.

"The words are too good, the poems are not good, and it is still a piece of waste paper. But if the poem is done well, no matter how bad the handwriting is, it is still worth cherishing! Zhao Changwen shook his head regretfully.