After saying that, Li Shimin raised his hand and motioned for Qin Shou to start.

In the music played by Wu Mo.

Qin Shou closed his eyes slightly, and then slowly spoke.

"Chang'an is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored."

"Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no one in Yangguan in the west."

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white spit, the north wind blows geese and snow."

"Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you." The voice settled.

There was silence in the hall.

This poem was reformed by Qin Shou, who combined Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song" with Gao Shi's "Farewell Dong Da Er".

Li Shimin frowned slightly, although this poem is a little awkward in rhyme, but in general, the artistic conception is there.

"Chang'an rains, and the north wind blows geese."

"Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no one in Yangguan in the west. Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you. ”

He pondered this verse repeatedly in his heart, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he was the first to applaud: "Good poem." ”

"Eu'er compares the scenery of Chang'an with Saibei, but it is a little dull here."

"But the two and four are telling everything."

"There is no one in Yangguan in the west, and no one in the world knows you."

"First of all, I told that there was no one after I went to the frontier, and I wrote the scene that one person was about to leave Chang'an, setting off the sadness of parting."

"And no one in the world knows the king, General Xun'er's deeds of guarding Chang'an are famous, and who in the world doesn't know her reputation."

"This simple poem sublimates the sad artistic conception of this poem and makes it even more magnificent."

"Uh..."Qin Shou was stunned.

To be honest, he only put the two poems together because the other sentences of the two poems didn't fit well.

As for what Li Shimin said, these artistic conceptions are messy.

Sorry, he really didn't think about it.

Qin Shou glanced at Li Shimin deeply, his eyes full of admiration.

is worthy of my father, this serious nonsense kung fu is really perfect!

At this time, after Li Xun'er heard this poem, there was light in her eyes.

His face softened.

After a long time, she slowly raised the wine cup, arched it to Qin Shou, and then drank it all.

And Wu Mo was also full of brilliance in his eyes, bowing his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

Next, some civil officials pretended to compliment Li Shimin's words.

Qin Shou also smiled and thanked them one by one.

It was a light night, and the palace banquet was finally over.

Qin Shou lightly carried Fang Yaoyi to the carriage, and said with a sigh of relief: "This palace banquet is really tiring." ”

"The dishes are delicious, but a lot of them are cold and don't taste at all."

Most of the dishes at the palace banquet are prepared in advance, so they will be cold quickly.

But the palace banquet is not for eating, it is more like a face project.

Fang Yaoyi covered her mouth and chuckled: "Then after returning to the house, I will ask my subordinates to cook a bowl of noodles for my husband." ”

Qin Shou nodded and said, "Then there is Mrs. Lao." ”

The carriage was on its way home.

The samurai looked at the girl in front of him, and said with a doting face: "His Royal Highness the Prince's poetry talent is really unsurpassed, right?" ”

Wu Mo was slightly distracted, and after hearing the words of the warrior, he subconsciously nodded and said, "En." ”

But then, she came back to her senses, two crimsons appeared on her face, and she whispered, "Why did Daddy suddenly say this?" ”

The samurai looked helpless, his daughter is really easy to understand.

On weekdays, the door does not go out of the door, and even most of the palace banquets in previous years have refused due to physical discomfort.

In recent days, after hearing that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had returned to the city, he ran to the Xiangxiang Pavilion all day long, especially after learning that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would also attend the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace banquet, he was even more early to freshen up.

This thought, how can he, who is a father, not understand.

So this is also the purpose of him taking the initiative to ask Wu Mo to play in front of the palace.

Wu Mo gently lifted the curtains, and the moonlight took the opportunity to slip into the carriage.

The moonlight fell on the girl's face, shoulders, hem and heart.

"His Royal Highness the Prince's poems are really the best in Chang'an."

Early the next morning.

Qin Shou did not go to the Department of Medicine, but called Fang Xiaoshang to the study.

"So there are only thirty acres of fertile land that have not been leased to tenants?"

Qin Shou looked at the paper handed over by Fang Xiaoshang and said suspiciously.

According to Fang Xiaoshang's statistics, after these rewards, there were hundreds of acres of land under the name of the king's mansion, but most of them were leased to tenants.

And most of these rents were used for the expenses of setting up the palace.

Fang Xiaoshang nodded and said, "At present, there are only these, but by the end of the year, there will be nearly twenty acres of land due, and by then there will be nearly fifty acres." ”

"Among them is Hedong Village, Chang'an County..."

Qin Shou waved his hand and interrupted Fang Xiaoshang's words: "These are enough. ”

There are only a dozen potatoes from the Fuso people, let alone 30 acres, and I am afraid that they will not be able to plant even one acre of land.

And he just wants to experiment with potato cultivation for a while, and if the profits are good, then expand the scale.

Chang'an County, Hexi Village.

Although the land is not as rich as that of the northeast Jiangnan, it can be regarded as fertile land compared to the land of the surrounding villages.

It's just that when Qin Shou arrived here, he was surprised to find that the land here was already full of wheat, and it was harvest time at this moment.

Three or four farmers were working in the fields.

Qin Shou looked at Fang Xiaoshang with a puzzled expression and asked, "Is this place in the name of the palace?" ”

According to Fang Xiaoshang's report, the fields of Shiwangfu in Hexi Village were not leased to tenants for the time being, which means that there should be no one to plant this land.

Fang Xiaoshang turned out the title deed, and after careful comparison according to the map, he confirmed: "There is no mistake in the name of the Shiwang Mansion." ”

But the current situation has also confused Fang Xiaoshang.

He walked up to the neighboring farmer, patted him on the shoulder, and asked, "Is this your field?" ”

The farmer raised his head, knowing that this person's identity should be either rich or expensive, and hurriedly raised his arm to wipe his sweat, and replied: "Lord Hui, this place is the land of our village, and we all exchange money to buy some seeds to plant, and usually the people of our village take turns to take care of it." ”

"Your village's land?"

Fang Xiaoshang frowned and wondered, "Who made the decision?" ”

The farmer looked at Fang Xiaoshang strangely, then at Qin Shou who was standing at the edge of the field, and hesitated: "Yes... Our village is positive. ”

Qin Shou looked at the file in his hand and frowned slightly.

The land here was given by Qin Shou when he was crowned the prince, and now it has been idle for half a year.

I think it was the people of this village who thought it was a borderless land, so they took it.

Although Qin Shou didn't have much feeling about this, after all, he didn't scruple to come here before, he was idle and idle, and it was nothing if someone planted food.

But this kind of behavior is always bad.

Qin Shou beckoned to Fang Xiaoshang and said, "Steward Fang, let's go to Hexi Village, I want to meet this village." ”