Traveling through Du He, Li Chengqian's rebellion begins

The official from the Ministry of Rites first gave a summary of the poetry meeting, and then said some words of blessing for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Then he bowed to Li Shimin and said, "Your Majesty, please say a few words."

Li Shimin waved his hand and said with a smile: "Everyone is hungry now, so I don't need to say more, let's start the dinner directly."

On the high platform, his group of princesses and concubines sat on cushions the whole time, but they all looked tired.

Not to mention the common people who had been standing for hours and the scholars who were racking their brains.

Under the current circumstances, letting the people eat the food provided by the King of Wei as soon as possible is better than saying anything.

The official of the Ministry of Rites said respectfully: "As ordered."

He walked to the side of the platform and announced in a loud voice the start of the dinner.

While others were toasting, chatting happily and admiring the moon.

Li Zhi still looked distraught, and Wu Meiniang, who was sitting at the back of the concubines, was also heavily worried.

On the other side, Gao Yang, who was in a depressed mood, looked at Du He, who was always praised by his father, and Li Yi, who was full of pride.

Her big eyes rolled, and then a sly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She turned her head and said in a sweet voice, "Father, we are drinking with the people under the moon, and we should recite poems to liven up the atmosphere."

"Prince Consort Du is so talented, why not ask him to write another poem to liven up the atmosphere?"

Her wording was so respectful that she even used the word "please", which didn't match her arrogant and domineering personality at all.

Before Li Shimin could speak, Li Yi said dissatisfiedly.

"Sister Gao Yang, my husband just wrote three good poems. How can he have the energy to continue writing poems?"

"If you want to recite some poetry to liven up the atmosphere, then call up your consort Fang Yiai."

Li Yi, a person of gentle temperament, showed her domineering side to protect her husband.

She is now becoming more and more disgusted with Gao Yang. Not only did she speak ill of her husband behind his back before, but now she even dares to gossip about him.

Don’t you even take a look at what kind of person her husband Fang Yiai is?

After being told this by Li Yi, the scheming Gao Yang was very angry in his heart, but he still kept a smiling expression on his face.

She pouted and said, "Fang Yiai is not even in the top ten, how can he be compared with your Prince Consort Du? Wouldn't it be embarrassing to ask him to come up here in front of the emperor?"

Gao Yang, who was very concerned about his reputation, openly criticized Fang Yiai in front of his father and everyone.

This is very abnormal!

Before Li Yi could guess more, Gao Yang changed the subject and spoke seriously.

"I heard that many people who participated in this poetry gathering prepared poems on various topics in advance."

"I don't know whether Prince Consort Du had someone prepare the poem in advance or composed it on the spot."

"Anyway, Fang Yiai, that hottie, wrote the poem on the spot, so he didn't get a better ranking."

Her words clearly showed that she suspected Du He had someone prepare the poem in advance.

Du He glanced at Gao Yang and shook his head slightly.

No wonder Fang Yiai was under her control. With her sharp tongue, ten Fang Yiais would not be her match.

It's a pity that the person she met today was Du He, not Fang Yiai, that wimp.

Li Yi's face changed and he was about to speak for Du He.

Du He patted Li Yi's arm gently, then smiled and said, "Princess Gao Yang, do you have any top-quality poems?"

"If so, I will pay you 100 strings of cash for each poem. I will take whatever you have."

"I don't set a time limit. As long as you have it, I'll take it."

Du He is so confident.

Among the great poets now, except Luo Binwang who was only a few years old, none of the others had yet been born.

It is not easy to compose a famous poem, but it is not expensive if you have a hundred strings of cash to buy it.

This kind of treasured famous poem will become a family heirloom if it is put down.

"you..."

Hearing Du He's somewhat arrogant words, Gao Yang was so angry that he was speechless.

Wu Meiniang said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Prince Consort Du is right, a famous poem is worth a thousand gold."

"Gao Yang is right. It is a rare opportunity for Your Majesty to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with the people today. You should recite poems to liven up the atmosphere."

"Why don't you set up a reward of a thousand gold coins, and whoever writes the best poem here will get the reward?"

Look, this is the normal way to liven up the atmosphere.

Who at the scene couldn't see Gao Yang's obvious intentions?

Except for this girl Li Yi, every one of them is a thousand-year-old fox.

Li Lizhi smiled and said, "Father, I agree with this suggestion. It depends on whether you are willing to part with this thousand strings of cash."

Even his beloved daughter said so, and Li Shimin didn't want to spoil her fun.

He waved his hand and said, "I will do whatever you want. Whoever writes the best poem will be rewarded with 1000 strings of cash!"

"Great."

The eyes of all the princesses and concubines sparkled.

1000 kan is a huge sum of money for any of them.

The eunuch also prepared a set of four treasures of the study for everyone present.

When everyone is either looking down or looking up at the moon, struggling to find inspiration.

Li Yi leaned close to Du He's ear and whispered, "My husband, you should also think about getting these 1000 strings of cash."

Gao Yang wanted her husband to write a poem for no reason. Li Yi was not happy about it at all, but she was very tempted by the huge sum of money she could get.

Du He nodded, picked up a pen and casually copied a poem.

After a while, the poem was completed.

Li Yi recited it softly, and then excitedly took the poem to his father to ask for credit.

"Father, we have finished our poem!"

After hearing Li Yi's words, the others who had not yet gained any inspiration raised their heads in astonishment.

"You finished the poem so quickly?"

"I haven't thought of a word yet?"

After hearing the surprised words of his daughters and concubine, Li Shimin took the poem with a puzzled look on his face.

Such ugly handwriting, and this poem was written by that bastard Du He.

Li Shimin took a quick glance, then sat up straighter and began to read aloud.

"Qingyu's Case: Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night. It blows down stars like rain."

"..."

"The crowd looked for him a thousand times. Looking back suddenly, the person was there, in a dimly lit place."

This poem "Qingyu'an Yuan Xi" was written by Xin Qiji, a poet in the Song Dynasty.

Because it is the Mid-Autumn Festival now, Du He changed the name of the tune to "Qing Yu'an·Mid-Autumn Festival".

After everyone finished listening to this poem, the pens in their hands all fell onto the table.

This poem is so beautifully written!

Li Lizhi covered her mouth and smiled, "Father, this poem is another excellent work of the first grade. I think I can directly declare my younger sister and Du He the winners."

Li Shimin nodded, then looked at the others and asked, "Do you want to hold on a little longer?"

Everyone shook their heads.

How can this compare?

There is no fun at all!

Why waste time pondering?

Li Shimin announced directly: "Okay, then these 1000 strings of cash belong to Yi'er and Du He."

"hey-hey."

Li Yi giggled happily.

Princess Gaoyang felt as if a fire was burning in her heart as she failed to gain anything.

"Damn Du He, how come his brain is so sharp!"

Then she thought of her husband and she became so angry that her teeth itched.

"Waste Fang Yiai, wait and see how this princess will deal with you!"