My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

"But Your Majesty, although I have no objection to your decision, I do not think that the Turks will let it go." Gao Shi did not leave, but said this.

Li Longji frowned slightly and said, "Could it be that these Turkic tribes dare to offend my majesty?"

"Your Majesty, I dare not."

"You may go down now. I will make the final decision on what happens next. Don't worry, Master Gao." Li Longji waved his hand and ordered the guest to leave again.

"Your Majesty, I'll take my leave. Long live the emperor." Helplessly, Gao Shi had to turn around and leave.

After Gao Shi turned around, Li Longji leaned back on the dragon chair and began to ponder. Suddenly, he shouted, "Eunuch Cheng, bring me the map."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Eunuch Cheng quickly took out the map and placed it in front of Li Longji, and then he began to calculate the entire result of this surprise attack. His finger moved from the south to the north of the map, and then from the north to the east. In the end, his fingertips stopped at Zhangye in Liangzhou in the east, and then his brows frowned.

He waved his hand, asked Eunuch Cheng to remove the map, then sat on the dragon chair and started thinking again...

......

Chang An returned home at noon, and after lunch he sat in the study with Gu Li. Each of them held a pen, tapping their chins, as if they were thinking about something.

Then, Gu Li suddenly put down his pen and quickly wrote three paragraphs on the paper, then held it up and showed it to Chang An. The latter shifted his gaze from the book to the paper, which read:

"A loom, my husband made a mistake and tears soaked my clothes, I have thousands of words to say but I don't know where to send them. My heart is in turmoil, I am uneasy, and resentment arises secretly.

Two looms, the world is like a dream, the years are flying, time flies and people are haggard. Alone in an empty room, tears wet the silk scarf, but love is still obsessed.

Three looms, who knows my pain? At the beginning, we made vows, our love is as deep as the sea, our grievances are intertwined, I have no words to ask the secret of heaven.

Chang An was stunned for a moment. Isn't this the word under the nine-piece body? Things from the Northern Song Dynasty should not appear in Kaiyuan. So he asked, "What is this, Gu Niang?"

"This is a poem. Can't Chang Lang see it?" Gu Li said.

"What poem?" Chang An asked again, "This poem looks very good, but it feels like it's missing something."

"It's a narrative poem." Gu Li explained, "People in the world only use one long poem to tell several things, but why can't we use several poems to connect and tell one thing?"

"So I thought of this method, but I don't know if it's a good idea."

After saying this, Gu Li started writing again, completing the rest of the poem:

"Four looms, long nights of sleeplessness, I stand up and lean against the window to look at the sky. The stars are twinkling, the moon is bright, who can I talk to about my worries?

Five looms, thinking back to the past like clouds and smoke, the sweet love is in front of my eyes. Now I make mistakes and fight with others, how can I sleep?

Six looms, sitting alone on the embroidery bed, with a sad shadow, the brocade quilt is not warm and the cold penetrates my bones. The mandarin ducks can be separated, the phoenix dances alone, and my heart is filled with melancholy.

Chang An was sweating when he saw this. How could this be a poem about a girl waiting for him at home? This was clearly a poem about a girl's grievance. He lowered his head slightly and looked at Gu Li - could he still be talking about what happened yesterday?

After finishing writing, Gu Li picked up the poem paper, handed it to Chang An, and said with a smile: "Chang Lang, take a look."

Chang An swallowed his saliva, then took the poem with a dry laugh and read the remaining three paragraphs:

"Seven looms, I am like water and poetry, I will devote all my love to you. The world is like a dream, love is hard to describe, but I can't let it go.

Eight looms, spring breeze blows down the branches of flowers, and the years of staying alone in the empty room are deceiving. Beauty fades, beauty fades, love and hate turn into longing.

Nine looms, I have no regrets in this life, I only wish your heart is like mine. My love for you remains unchanged, and we will always be together. "

Chang An no longer cared whether the Nine-piece Loom was from the Tang Dynasty or the Song Dynasty. Anyway, it was all from before the Southern Song Dynasty. The most important thing now was that Gu Li was blaming him. What should he do to avoid this "crisis"?

In an instant, Chang An's desire to survive was maxed out.

"Have you finished reading it, Chang Lang?" Gu Li's voice at this time sounded like a female ghost in some dramas - creepy!

Chang An shuddered, then nodded quickly and replied, "I've read... I've finished reading..."

"It's good to finish reading it," Gu Li took back the paper. Chang An swallowed nervously at this time, and then heard her say: "How do you feel, Chang Lang?"

"Very good, very good, terrific, a good poem, better than mine, better than the entire Tang Dynasty, very impressive." Regardless of everything, Chang An could only answer according to his instinct.

Then Gu Li started to "attack" again and asked, "Chang Lang, would you like to help me give the poem a name?"

"I... I think it should be called "Nine Looms", it's pretty good, pretty good." Chang An said. There is no other way, this style is originally named after the Nine Looms, and now, except that it is not in line with the poetic style, there is almost no problem.

Then Gu Li said, "In addition to the three words "Nine Looms", why don't I add the two words "Resentful Husband" and combine them into "Nine Looms·Resentful Husband" as the title of this poem? How do you think?"

Chang An was about to cry at this time, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Good, very good, very good, unparalleled in the world."

"Chang Lang, do you know what this poem is about?" Gu Li's voice came again. Just hearing the voice made Chang An feel the horror of seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

"Could it be that Mother Gu is talking about the fight I had yesterday?" Chang An swallowed his saliva, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and answered.

"Hmm..." Gu Li nodded, then touched his belly and said, "I thought Chang Lang couldn't see it."

"hehe......"

Chang An didn't know what to say at this time, so he could only laugh dryly. Then Gu Li said, "Chang Lang, you are absolutely not allowed to fight in the future, otherwise I will be angry. Do you understand?"

"I know, I know. I really remember it this time."

"Hmph~" Gu Li snorted softly, and then said: "If Chang Lang makes such a mistake again in the future, not only will Chang Lang no longer be able to sleep in the bed, I will also ignore Chang Lang and stop applying medicine to him."

"Don't worry, Madam Gu, there won't be a next time."

"Chang Lang had better do what he says, otherwise later I will hang this piece of 'Nine Looms' in the main hall and tell Xiaoguai that Chang Lang is disobedient." Gu Li said.

"Hehe, it's ok, don't worry, Madam Gu."

At this time, Eunuch Cheng's voice came from outside the study: "Marquis Dingkang, Lady of the County."

"Eunuch Cheng!"

Chang An and Gu Li quickly separated and stood up, and then Eunuch Cheng said, "Your Majesty has come to look for Marquis Ding Kang, you should go quickly."

Chang An was stunned for a moment. Why did he suddenly come to see him? There was no point in thinking at this time. He could only say, "Okay, let's go now."

"No need. His Majesty said that the lady is pregnant now, so it's okay for us not to go to see her." Eunuch Cheng said with a smile.

Chang An basically understood at this time that the emperor wanted to discuss something important with him, and Gu Li was a woman, so it was not appropriate for her to participate. He nodded, then touched Gu Li's head and said, "Mother Gu is waiting for me in the study. I will ask Huaiqin and Zhen'er to look after her later."

"Ah."

After making the arrangements, Chang An followed Eunuch Cheng to the pavilion in the main courtyard, where Li Longji was already sitting drinking tea. He hurriedly walked up and greeted him, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"Ah."

Li Longji nodded slightly, then extended his hand and said, "Marquis Dingkang, please sit down."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Chang An sat down, and then Li Longji pointed at his face and asked with a smile: "Marquis Dingkang, is this face of yours injured from an argument with Lord Gao?"

"Your Majesty is wise, that's right." Chang An nodded a little embarrassedly, as a way of admitting it.

Li Longji smiled and shook his head, then said: "I don't know when it started, but whenever I encounter something big, I want to come to you. Your methods always allow me to sleep peacefully."

"Your Majesty, you are too kind. I don't deserve it."

"Alright, alright, no more polite words. I came here today to ask you, Marquis Dingkang, what you think," Li Longji said, "about the argument you had with Lord Gao yesterday."

Chang An was a little surprised, and he didn't know whether Li Longji had guessed it himself or Gao Shi had said it. Li Longji saw him like this and knew what he was thinking, so he said, "I can see it. You just had a fight with Gao Shi yesterday, and today he came to talk to me about conquering the Turks. How could I not see what you were discussing?"

"Your Majesty, please get down to business."

Li Longji gave Eunuch Cheng a look at this time, and the latter took out a map from his sleeve and placed it in front of Chang An. Then he said: "This is the marching map for the next expedition of the Shuofang Army."

Chang An nodded, and then looked at the map. There were many lines drawn on it, which were probably the marching tracks. One line started from the south, and after reaching the location of Inner Mongolia, there was another line going north. Then the line going north went east again.

Chang An thought for a moment, then asked, "What does Your Majesty want to ask?"

Li Longji said: "Originally, the Ministry of War planned to send troops privately, but Gao Zhushi came to me this morning and told me about this. I took General Wang's entire marching plan. He planned to go directly north and then encircle the Western Turkic army that returned to Tang."

After listening to Li Longji, Chang An immediately shook his head and said, "This plan is not feasible."

"First, after marching for several days, the food and grass will definitely not be enough when they arrive at the camp. If the Eastern Turks go north to avoid fighting for three days, the Shuofang army will definitely retreat south due to insufficient food and grass."

"I know, is there anything wrong with this matter?"

"Have."

Chang An nodded, then pointed to the line of the Bosimian army and said, "The problem is right here."