Following.

Early in the morning, Li Mao rode out of the palace on a black horse.

Zhao Gao followed closely behind him, with an irrepressible smile on his face.

Yang Guozhong was expressionless, as if he was thinking about something.

Behind them, there were hundreds of guards, and two or three hundred men carrying large boxes.

The people in Chang'an City looked curious.

Yesterday, they all followed Zhao Gao for an afternoon, and almost all over Chang'an City.

I thought that the emperor would be able to stop for a day or two, but I didn't expect that the sun had not yet risen, and the emperor actually left the palace again.

"Is someone going to be unlucky again?"

"It's impossible to put! Yesterday so many officials' homes were raided. ”

"Not much, maybe less than a hundred officials. There are still hundreds of officials in Chang'an City! ”

"I don't think it's going to be a raid!"

"That's right! I also think so, yesterday the prime minister's mansion was raided, and the emperor did not personally come out. ”

"Maybe it's the Prince!"

"It doesn't matter who he is, I don't want to follow him today anyway."

"Why?"

"I watched it for a day yesterday, and I didn't even see a drop of blood, so it's boring."

"That's right, unless it's such a big thing as the Nine Clans, I'm going to see it."

……

Li Mao heard the people's discussions clearly.

I went out of the palace today not to check on any big official, but to inspect military affairs at the South City Gate.

Pei Kuan led nearly 40,000 people to entrench there.

It's not a matter of letting it go.

What's more, the system task is still hanging in my mind, and Chang'an City must be cleaned up within half a month.

The sound of horses' hooves is crisp.

Li Mao's mood is also very happy.

Mainly because last night's battle was hearty, so that the exhaustion of the body was swept away.

"The spring breeze is proud, and I read all the Chang'an flowers in one night."

Under the excitement of a moment, the famous poem of Meng Jiao, the great filial son of later generations, blurted out.

After Zhao Gao heard the poem, he was immediately excited, knowing that the emperor was very satisfied with what happened last night, and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Your Majesty is a person who loves flowers, and it is a blessing for a hundred flowers."

"When the old slave sees beautiful flowers in the future, he will send them to the palace as soon as possible."

Li Mao's expression was stunned.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Gao was addicted to picking flowers, and he had to help find flowers.

The superior really can't casually reveal his preferences.

Otherwise, it will allow treacherous villains like Zhao Gao to take advantage of the gap.

"Presumptuous!"

Li Mao turned around and scolded.

"You old dog, do you really want to make me a faint king?"

"You are searching for beauties everywhere with great fanfare, what do the people in the world think of me?"

"Do you have to make me the king of Zhou You, the Emperor of Han Ling, who will be stinking for 10,000 years?"

Zhao Gao was scolded, and his head was much clearer.

He knew that this kind of thing couldn't be said.

Once the news was received by the upright people of the court, the exhortation could fill the entire table in a day.

"Your Majesty, the old slave knows it's wrong."

Seeing Zhao Gao admit his mistake, Li Mao nodded with satisfaction.

His meaning is very simple, it is enough to have the twenty-four beauties of yesterday.

What I never expected was that Zhao Gao would be wrong.

Yang Guozhong saw Zhao Gao being scolded, and his heart couldn't help but be dark.

At the same time, I made up my mind in my heart that I would act when I returned to the palace this afternoon, and I couldn't let Zhao Gao be beautiful in front of the emperor.

Just when the three of them were thinking differently, a man in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared on the side of the street.

This person has a long sword at his waist, and his face is thin, looking like a Taoist, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

"There are assassins!"

The guards shouted, drew their long knives, and surrounded the man.

Hearing that there was an assassin, Zhao Gao and Yang Guozhong both jumped backwards.

Li Mao was not afraid, and stared coldly at the comer.

"Who are you? Why did you stop me? ”

Heavily armed guards were already approaching with long knives.

The sword light emitted a chill, but the man's face still looked indifferent.

"Contemptible Li Bai, a native of Mianzhou, Jiannan Province."

"I was on the side of the street when I suddenly heard His Majesty feel something, and there was something wrong with the verses he chanted."

"So I want to discuss a thing or two with Your Majesty."

After Li Bai finished speaking, he stood in place.

Li Mao looked at his arrogant face, and couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart.

If you want to ask the official, just say it!

Also find excuses for exploring the poems.

If Li Bai hadn't been too famous in later generations, Li Mao would really treat him as a crazy man with a brain, and he didn't bow down when he saw the emperor.

"What's wrong with my poems?"

History has changed.

In order not to let the famous poems and nouns of later generations be dusted, Li Mao often recited them casually and regarded them as if they were written by himself.

"If you can't name one, two, three, I'll exile you for thousands of miles."

Of course, this is just to scare Li Bai.

Li Mao is not going to shout and kill because others say the wrong thing.

He is the one who aspires to be a king.

Li Bai did not understand the emperor's temperament.

After hearing this, he suddenly became nervous, and he was still secretly scolding himself for being too impulsive.

But there was no abnormality on his face, and he still looked indifferent.

"Your Majesty, it is a hot summer at this time, and it does not match the spring breeze written in the poem."

Li Mao shook her head and said with a light smile: "This poem was written by me in the spring, and I only read it today. ”

Li Bai didn't panic at all when he heard this, holding the sword in front of his chest with both hands.

"Your Majesty, the way of poetry lies in mutual confirmation in order to improve."

"Contemptible new poems are often sent to Dr. He, Princess Yuzhen and others for comments."

"Under the opinions of all the poems, and then constantly revised, it finally became a poem."

"Contemptible people think that His Majesty's poem should be changed to: The spring breeze is proud, and you can read all the Chang'an flowers in one day."

"It's only fitting to change night to day."

Li Mao nodded.

Most ancients wrote poems, and indeed they repeated revisions like writing articles, and only then did they finalize the draft.

As for what Li Bai said about Dr. He and Princess Yuzhen, it was just that he was putting gold on his face.

The current Li Bai should not be familiar with these two people.

Li Bai in history waited until the first year of Tianbao to get the Hanlin throne under the recommendation of Princess Yuzhen and He Zhizhang.

"Li Taibai, right?"

"Actually, I've heard of you a long time ago!"

"I heard that you not only write poems well, but also have first-class swordsmanship?"

Li Mao's voice gradually became louder.

In the end, almost directly with a roar.

"Then let me try to see if you really live up to your name!"

With that, Li Mao drew his sword and flew down from his horse.

When Li Bai first heard the emperor's praise, he was secretly happy.

But when he heard that the emperor was going to try his swordsmanship, his heart panicked.

Once he loses, the emperor will definitely be disappointed in himself.

But if he wins, won't he be unable to step down the emperor?

Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!

Li Bai shouted in his heart.

But the oncoming sword light didn't give him a chance to explain.

Hiss!

The sword qi groaned.

Li Bai still drew his sword and fought after all.

At this moment, he had no other way but to fight.

Who knows if the emperor will directly cut off his head when he sees that he dares to disobey the holy will.