Traveling through Du He, Li Chengqian's rebellion begins

Feeling the faint fragrance coming from Wu Meiniang, Du He suddenly fell into a dilemma.

If Li Shimin knew that I went to a secluded place with his concubine, would he cause trouble for him?

"Pfft~"

Wu Meiniang saw the worry on Du He's face, she covered her mouth and sneered.

"Don't worry, Duke Han. We have maids and guards following us, so you don't have to worry about anyone gossiping."

"It's very cold inside the hall. It's not a good place to get inspiration for poetry."

After hearing what Wu Meiniang said, Du He finally felt relieved.

Anyway, it was Wu Meiniang who invited him, so even if Li Shimin knew about it, he would still make trouble for her.

Du He bowed slightly to her and said, "Your Majesty, I obey your command!"

Because Wu Meiniang had already walked around Cuiwei Palace, she took Du He and several palace maids and walked slowly to the top of the mountain under the escort of a group of guards.

On the way up the mountain, Wu Meiniang kept reciting the poems Du He had written earlier and praised Du He in every way.

She asked no questions and read no poems of her own.

At this point, Du He already knew that Wu Meiniang had other intentions in looking for him.

Half an hour later.

Everyone finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

A group of guards were scattered around on guard, while several palace maids placed tea, fruits, cakes and other things.

Du He was called to one side by Wu Meiniang, and the two stood side by side, quietly looking at the mountain peaks and the river at the foot of the mountain.

The wind was quite strong today, causing their clothes to flutter and the trees around them to sway.

Wu Meiniang glanced at the guards and maids, and seeing that they were quite far away, she lowered her voice and spoke.

"Duke Hanguo, I have a favor to ask of you."

She knew Du He was a smart man, so she didn't lay any groundwork.

Du He replied in a low voice: "Your Highness, please feel free to speak."

Wu Meiniang said softly, "I don't want to get married in Ganye Temple. Can you help me?"

this...

The only way to help Wu Meiniang at the moment is to make her pregnant with a dragon seed.

But Li Shimin probably doesn't have that ability, so should we ask him for help?

Du He was shocked and asked in a low voice: "My lady, do you want me to help you have a child?"

When Wu Meiniang heard Du He's words, a blush suddenly appeared on her cold and beautiful face.

Slowed down for a moment.

She gritted her teeth and nodded slightly.

What the hell!

How dare he take this job?

If a minister had an affair with a concubine, it was a capital crime punishable by death.

He would have given up such great wealth and glory and not enjoyed it. He must be crazy to agree to Wu Meiniang's request.

Du He shook his head and said, "My queen, although I want to help you, for the sake of my life, I cannot agree to your request."

"Please don't blame me."

He is not short of women now, nor is he a pig who can't walk when he sees a beautiful woman.

A hint of regret appeared on Wu Meiniang's face, but she quickly returned to normal.

She said softly, "Duke Hanguo, I was just joking."

"I would like to ask you to plead with the prince to let me leave Ganye Temple."

There was a pause.

She took a step closer to Du He, covered her mouth and whispered, "If Duke Han dares to make me pregnant, this will not only preserve my wealth and glory, but I won't have to become a nun in Ganye Temple."

"When Your Majesty is gone for a hundred years, I will have someone I can rely on."

During this period of time, she thought about many people, including the Crown Prince, the King of Chu and the King of Jin. She thought about them all.

But the person who was truly confident that she would get pregnant and give birth to a baby boy was the Korean prince Du He who was in front of her.

Because in just three years, Du He made Princess Chengyang and her maid Linglong give birth to three sons for him.

For concubines, giving birth to a son is the only way to keep their status.

For this reason, Wu Meiniang took the risk and asked Du He, the elegant and handsome minister, for help.

Du He said softly, "Your Majesty, I have no problem asking for mercy for you, but as for the rest, I am sorry I cannot do anything else."

"Please forgive me, Madam."

Concubines are different from princesses.

The princess can live in the princess's mansion outside the palace and go wherever she wants.

Concubines were not allowed to go anywhere else except the harem or stay with Li Shimin.

Being watched so closely, they had no chance to take any action.

"Okay." Wu Meiniang replied softly.

She saw the palace maid coming over from the corner of her eye, and then she raised her voice slightly and spoke.

"Duke Han, we are climbing a mountain today. How about you write a poem?"

"I have been in the palace for a long time. When I see such a magnificent landscape, I always feel a little lonely."

After hearing what Wu Meiniang said, the palace maid also stopped and stood quietly not far behind the two of them.

Du He nodded slightly.

He climbed Mount Zhongnan with Wu Meiniang and gave her a poem to take back to report, which would also reduce Li Shimin's suspicion.

When thinking of the word "climbing high", Du He's mind immediately emerged with the masterpiece "Climbing High" by the great poet Du Fu.

Du He felt at ease about appropriating the poems of their family's younger generation.

After thinking for a while, Du He said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, since we are climbing to the top of Mount Zhongnan today, I will use "Climbing the Heights" as the title."

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the ape is howling in mourning, and the white bird is flying back from the clear sand in the desert."

"The endless falling trees rustle under the sky, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in."

"Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick."

"Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass becomes turbid when the new wine stops."

This poem would be most appropriate if it was written for someone who is depressed and frustrated, but Du He couldn't think of any other verses at the moment, so he recited this masterpiece.

When Wu Meiniang heard this poem, she got goose bumps all over her body.

She murmured in a low voice: "I am often a guest in the sad autumn thousands of miles away, and I am alone on the stage after a hundred years of illness."

“This poem is really well written!”

Although she didn't need to wander outside, it was worse than wandering outside in the deep palace.

Moreover, if she fails to give birth to a prince, the prince will not allow her to return to secular life, and she will have to spend the rest of her life in Ganye Temple.

By that time, when she is sick, I am afraid no one will care about her.

When Wu Meiniang thought about her bumpy future, a tear rolled down her eye.

Just as the tears were falling, Du He turned around and saw them.

"Hey!"

Du He sighed softly.

He is powerless at the moment!

Wu Meiniang lifted her wide sleeves, gently wiped away her tears, and then spoke in her normal tone.

"Mr. Han, we've been out for a long time, it's time to go back."

Du He quickly clasped his fists and said, "Yes."

After going down the mountain.

Du He did not stay in Cuiwei Palace, but returned to Chang'an in the afterglow of the sunset under the escort of his attendants.

He lay on his side on the soft cushion of the carriage, repeating Wu Meiniang's words in his mind.

After a long time.

He still shook his head slightly.

Lust is a sword hanging over one's head, he cannot make such a big mistake.

Cuiwei Palace.

In the bedroom.

Li Shimin held up Wu Meiniang's handwritten poem "Climbing the High Tower" in both hands and said with emotion.

"Du He is worthy of the title of the Great Tang Poet Immortal, and this poem "Climbing the High Mountain" is a famous poem through the ages!"