Traveling through Du He, Li Chengqian's rebellion begins

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When Li Chengqian heard Li Jue cooking a dish next to his father, he almost spit out the wine in his mouth.

This traitor!

I thought he was diligently learning the art of being an emperor beside his father, but I didn't expect that he was actually studying cooking and even made the Overlord Ox's Hoof for his father himself!

After returning to Chang'an, I must give this rebellious son a good beating!

He asked why Li Jue was getting fatter and fatter, and it turned out that he was always thinking about food.

When Li Jue saw his father's angry face, his neck shrank, and then he hugged the emperor's arm with a worried look on his face.

"Grandpa Huang..."

Looking at his good grandson with a worried look on his face, Li Shimin gently patted the back of Li Jue's hand.

He stared at Li Chengqian and warned, "Prince, I have lived for fifty-one years, and this is the only filial piety I have ever felt from Juer. Please don't do anything to make me angry."

"If I find out you're punishing Juer, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!"

Li Chengqian was scolded by his father in public, and his expression paused slightly.

A few breaths of silence.

Li Chengqian forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. Li Jue is so filial. I will definitely reward him handsomely when I return."

He emphasized the word "heavy" when he said it.

Li Jue knew his father was still trying to punish him, so he quickly explained, "Father, my uncle once told me that cooking is also governing a country."

"And studying cooking is something children can do in their spare time."

As Li Jue finished speaking, everyone's eyes immediately fell on Du He.

Good guy!

It turns out that Du He was the culprit!

Well...

The smile on Du He's face suddenly became stiff.

Is it even involving him?

Facing everyone's questioning gazes, Du He spoke seriously.

"Cooking a dish is indeed one of the small ways to govern a country. Let the people eat delicious food, and they will feel happy."

"It's like a cow's hoof. Boiled cow's hoof used to be hard to swallow."

"The simmered King's ox hoof with a secret sauce makes you feel happy and forget all your worries."

"Isn't it the way to govern a country if the people can find happiness in two meals a day?"

After hearing Du He's explanation, the originally quiet square suddenly became deathly silent.

A long time passed.

Li Shimin nodded and said, "Du He is right. The people work so hard just to have two meals a day."

"If you eat well during these two meals, you will be happy."

When he ate the Overlord Ox Hoof for the first time, he was so astonished that he even thought that his good grandson Li Jue was the reincarnation of the God of Food.

The scene of his joy at that time is still vivid in his mind.

Everyone nodded, thinking that what Du He said made sense.

Li Lizhi sighed, "Prince Consort Du's understanding of governing the country has reached a new height. It is truly a blessing for the people of the Tang Dynasty!"

All the concubines also praised Du He and praised him highly.

Now Du He has a say in the prince's affairs, so it won't do any harm to praise Du He. Maybe their son's future will have a lot to do with Du He.

After all, when the prince considers conferring titles on the kings, he will definitely ask Du He for his opinion.

Can the descendants of those who offended Du He be arranged into a good place?

Li Chengqian also smiled and said, "Du He is indeed worthy of being the Crown Prince's Junior Tutor. This philosophy of governing a country is worthy of my deep contemplation and study!"

Du He smiled slightly, looking like a master.

He could only come up with a few words like this. If he were to delve deeper, he would definitely be exposed.

While they were chatting, the eunuchs brought up the food and wine, and soon filled the table in front of everyone.

As everyone was toasting each other, Li Shimin said with a smile.

"Everyone, some time ago, Du He came to Yuhua Palace and accompanied me to admire the moon under the pavilion of Yuhua Palace. He also wrote a beautiful poem, which is called "Drinking Alone Under the Moon."

"I'll read it to you."

When everyone heard that His Majesty was going to recite the poem written by Du He, they all quieted down and looked towards the pavilion with anticipation.

Li Shimin stood up and walked out of the pavilion, then recited aloud.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."

"Raise a glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows."

"..."

"We make love together when we are awake, and we separate when we are drunk."

"We will never travel without love, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan."

As the poem was finished, there was a brief silence outside the Yuhua Palace, followed by a huge burst of applause.

"What a poem!"

"Raising a glass to invite the bright moon, I and my shadow become three people, what a profound artistic conception!"

"As expected of the Immortal Poet of the Tang Dynasty!"

Regardless of whether people understand poetry or not, after hearing the poem recited by Your Majesty, the image of drinking alone under the moon appeared in their minds.

Wait until everyone quiets down.

Li Shimin said to Li Lizhi, "Lizhi, now is a beautiful day. You will come up with the topic for the poetry gathering."

"promise."

Li Lizhi responded, then stood up and spoke loudly.

"Ever since Du Fu Ma composed the poem 'Shui Tiao Ge Tou', few people have written Mid-Autumn Festival lyrics, and even fewer have written Mid-Autumn Festival poems."

"The poems we write today on the theme of Mid-Autumn Festival will certainly not reach the heights of 'Shui Tiao Ge Tou'."

When everyone heard Li Lizhi's words, they all nodded in agreement.

When Du He was young, he was careless and the Mid-Autumn Festival poems he wrote not only locked out a group of talented people, but also locked himself out.

They believed that even if Du He wrote another Mid-Autumn Festival poem, it would be impossible for it to reach the level of "Song of Water Melody".

Li Lizhi continued, "Tonight, let's take 'The Moon' as the theme and write a poem about the moon. Whoever comes up with a good line can write it down or recite it aloud."

Moon as the theme?

When the officials heard this question, they turned their eyes towards Du He again.

Xu Jing sighed, "As for poems with the moon in mind, Han Guogong wrote 'A Moonlit Night on the Spring River,' 'Drinking Alone Under the Moon,' and 'Thoughts in a Quiet Night.' Each of them is a famous poem passed down through the ages!"

“It’s not easy to do!”

When everyone thought of poems about wine, they discovered that Du He had written quite a few.

The civil and military ministers and the princes and princesses all stood up and walked around looking for inspiration.

Under the pavilion.

Li Shimin said with a smile: "Du He, you have to think carefully. This king of a different surname is a reward I set up specifically for you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Du He bowed, then took Li Yi's hand and walked to the fence.

He found that Changsun Wuji was standing alone in the distance, staring blankly at the moonlight in the sky, while Yu Zhining, Zhang Xuansu and others were sitting in their original seats.

Not far from them was Li Junxian, wearing armor and holding a Qianniu sword.

Xue Rengui, Xi Junmai, Pei Xingjian and others, who were also wearing armor and holding weapons, quietly gathered around the pavilion.

They seemed to be admiring the moon, but in fact they were watching every move around them.

As time passed, many people who had written poems began to copy them down. However, most people were too lazy to do so and simply walked outside the pavilion and read them out loud.

They can't win anyway, so there's no point in wasting time.

The moon is high.

Du He returned to the pavilion and copied down the poem he had prepared.

Li Shimin, Li Chengqian, Li Lizhi and others surrounded Du He in a hurry.

"A bright moon is born at sea, and the world is here."

As soon as the first line of the poem was copied down, everyone was shocked by its magnificent momentum.

"Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night."

"Extinguish the candle and be filled with pity and light. Put on your clothes and feel the dew."

"I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep."

As Du He copied Zhang Jiuling's masterpiece "Looking at the Moon and Thinking of the Distant Home", Li Lizhi waited until the ink was slightly dry before reciting it to everyone.

As soon as this poem came out, all the officials praised it.

"Another famous poem through the ages!"

"This poem deserves first place!"

There was no surprise on the faces of the officials. After all, before the poetry competition began, they had already thought that Du He would win the championship.

As for Changsun Wuji, Yuwen Jie and others, they were like a group of spectators and did not integrate into the lively scene at all.

On the contrary, their eye contact frequently and their expressions became increasingly gloomy.

Changsun Wuji secretly signaled to Li Junxian with his eyes, and when he saw Li Junxian retreat quietly, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Under the pavilion.

Li Shimin said loudly: "I declare that Du He has won the first prize in tonight's poetry competition!"