Li Ying was silent, even Li Siye had said something like this, because he was the crown prince, he would be subject to more restrictions, and the people under his command would also be restricted. The crown prince's status is second only to the emperor, but the restrictions he is subject to exceed everyone else, under this kind of restriction, no matter how good a genius is, he will not have a bright future, but will attract more jealousy to the prince.

Li Siye stood guard outside the palace gate, and he didn't know that there was a conversation against him when the prince of the palace was stationed.

What's more, even if you know it, what can you do, after what happened today, Li Siye's attitude has undergone a significant reversal. In the past, although he knew that the prince could not stay by his side for a long time, he still hoped that he could change, but now he found that he could not change it at all.

The center of power in Chang'an City has become a place of right and wrong, and the core layer of the Tang Dynasty has begun to deteriorate from Li Linfu, he must leave this place and go outside to become stronger, and when he returns to Chang'an again, he will have the ability to speak with these people on an equal footing, or even wrestle with them.

If he used to vaguely expect the emperor not to order him to be transferred to Anxi, because Chang'an City is too beautiful and nostalgic. The red maple under the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, the paper boat lamp in the Yong'an Canal, and the grace and luxury of the Chang'an people on the Vermilion Bird Street.

During the festive season, the long street is full of sideburns like clouds, the heads and feet are arranged like dense paper cranes, and the clothes of Hu and Han are staggered and confusing people's eyes. The eaves of the mountain are tiled, spired, flat-roofed, and domed. Wanguo is dressed and looks at the Daming Palace on the Dragon Head Plain, and the wind chimes hanging on the edge of the bucket arch under the cyan glazed tiles are the original color of the Tang Dynasty.

Such a most brilliant, gorgeous, atmospheric, warmest, and most legendary prosperous era turned out to be just the most amazing moment at the fireworks party, which makes people regret and regret when they think about it.

It's better to wait for the right time and go to Anthy.

……

As soon as night fell, the lights on the slope of Zhou's clan in Xianyang were bright, and the light and dark in the camp of Qianniuwei and Yulin Army flickered alternately.

In the middle of the palace is a magnificent palace room, with curtains hanging lightly on the ground, and each pair of columns is blocked by tulle.

Shouwang Li Mao walked in from the gate of the palace, and vaguely saw the woman lying on the couch, the figure was blurry and hazy, but beckoned him to go forward, and every time he lifted a curtain, the figure lying on the couch became clearer.

He finally entered the inner sanctum, and there was no shelter between mother and son.

Li Mao knelt on the ground with a thud, the sound was so crisp that the floor seemed painful.

Concubine Wu Hui sat up suddenly and asked him in surprise, "Mao'er, what are you doing here?" ”

Li Mao's voice did not change: "Erchen begs his mother to stop acting against the crown prince, and stop trying to help his son become the prince. ”

Concubine Wu Hui muttered, "Mao'er, did today's incident scare you?" You can rest assured that your mother will not let you be frightened in any way. ”

Li Mao shook her head persistently: "Mother, stop it, don't do something again, my son doesn't want to be the prince." ”

"What did you say?" Concubine Wu Hui stepped down from the bed, reached out and slapped Li Mao's face hard, this stubborn child did not cover his face, only speckled blood trickled down the corners of his lips.

Concubine Wu Hui's heart suddenly felt like a colic, she stepped forward to hold her son's face, and said with tears in her eyes: "You stupid Mao'er, why don't you hide!" ”

Li Mao's expression was hard, and she didn't flinch for a moment because she was slapped by her mother: "It's right for a son to be slapped by his mother, as long as his mother agrees, don't do anything to suppress the prince and help me take the throne." ”

Concubine Wu Hui hugged her son's head, let him lean on her shoulder, and muttered: "Silly son, how do you know that once you start, you can't turn back." ”

"Why can't you go back? I would go to the crown prince and tell him that I would not compete for his crown prince and put him at ease. ”

Concubine Wu Hui shook her head weakly and said, "Will he believe what you say?" No, the prince has a gloomy and suspicious personality, and if you go to him, it will make him even more afraid. ”

"My stupid son, my mother has not been able to turn back since the day she started dealing with the crown prince. The crown prince cannot be the crown prince forever, he will ascend the throne one day, and when he becomes emperor, everything that his mother has done to him will take revenge on your head. So, Mao'er, don't persuade your mother anymore, this is the only thing your mother can do for you when she is alive. ”

"Mother!"

"Mao'er!"

The mother and son knelt and hugged each other, crying bitterly and grieving.

……

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, every household begins to make moon cakes, and on this day of Mid-Autumn Festival, the curfew in Chang'an City is lifted, Li Longji is going to hold a song and dance poetry meeting in the diligent government building, and the edicts of Hanlin who have been holding it for a year have been chanting for a long time for this day, just waiting to shine in front of the emperor.

Li Siye deliberately changed the time on duty in the East Palace with others, in order to have a reunion dinner with his sister on the night of the full moon.

Because he could vaguely feel that after this Mid-Autumn Festival, he should be far away from Chang'an and go to the four towns of Anxi, which he had always dreamed of.

When the sky was slightly dark, Li Siye, Gao Shi, and Mei'er had dinner early, and the two old maids Li Siye also sent them home to reunite with their relatives.

Li Siye cleaned the yard, placed a table in the middle of the yard, and spread out straw mats and sheep felt under the mulberry tree on the other side of the yard, and placed wine, snacks and fruits, waiting for the guests to arrive.

Tian Zhen was the first to come, and when she smelled the wine after entering the door, she pounced over and poured two glasses wildly. Zhang Xiaojing seems to have had a drink at Wen Wuji's house, and he is a little dizzy when he walks.

The four of them sat around the board-foot table, each occupying a corner, and Li Mei'er sat on the other side, making tea to entertain the guests.

Li Siye's meaning, if you want to drink, you can drink, and if you want to drink tea, you can drink tea.

The four of them need some entertainment to add to their interest, and they are not like those large literati gatherings, where there are also banquets and beautiful women to accompany them.

Three martial artists and one literati, it is difficult to say what atmosphere there is. Gao Shi proposed to make a poem, Tian Zhen asked to play Shuanglu, that is, to throw a sieve, but Zhang Xiaojing wanted to play pitching pot. Li Siye shook his head: "Don't be so troublesome, just come and play rock-paper-scissors." ”

The two martial artists were stunned, and Gao Shi was also a little confused: "What is rock-paper-scissors?" ”

This is the simplest game, but any concept that forms a trigonal structure can form a game.

Li Siye gave a brief explanation to the three of them, Zhang Xiaojing and Tian Zhen clapped their hands and applauded, Gao Shi felt that this game was insulting his IQ, but his opinion alone could not be used as an opinion.

As a result, this person with a superior IQ always loses and drinks a lot in such a simple game.

In the end, Gao Shi had no choice but to ask for a poem instead of wine.

He picked up the wine in the cup, closed his eyes and muttered for a long time before he began to read to the sparse courtyard: "Duanju is in the autumn festival, and this day is even more sad." Lonely and nothing, Artemisia Laitong is surrounded by neighbors. Grow gray hair behind closed doors, look back and remember your youth. The years do not treat each other, and the friends follow everyone.

Where is the cloud in the sky, who is stupid. Raise wine and talk about self-persuasion, and be poor and self-sufficient. ”

"Okay," Li Siye clapped his hands, he immediately took out the rice paper and spread it out on the case, and asked Mr. Gao to write it with a pen, so that he could find an opportunity to frame it in the future, this is Gao Shi's poem, if he can wear it back, he can also exchange it for a lot of money with this.

Li Siye has already decided that he can't mess around in vain in the Tang Dynasty, he must at least collect all the ink treasures of the four major border poets, and Li Bai and Du Fu's poems and ink treasures must also accumulate some.