Traveling through Du He, Li Chengqian's rebellion begins

no way!

Apart from Li Shimin, he was the only man at the scene. Apart from standing in this conspicuous place, it was inappropriate for him to go anywhere else.

As for those useless eunuchs, are they considered men?

"Hey!"

Du He sighed, and then sighed in his heart.

"Mistake!"

He should have asked Li Yi to organize a small poetry meeting. Perhaps Li Shimin would not come to participate, and the scene would not need to be so dispersed.

It is not known whether he had the opportunity to meet Wu Meiniang before the poetry meeting ended.

Fortunately, he made two preparations today. He guessed that he might not have time to talk to Wu Meiniang face to face today, so he wrote an unsigned secret letter.

The person who wrote this letter was not him, but the guard Zhang Shizheng.

Even if an accident occurs, he will not be implicated.

On the high platform.

Li Lizhi said loudly: "My dear aunts, royal sisters, our poetry meeting today will be divided into three rounds. The time for poetry writing is one stick of incense. During the poetry writing period..."

One stick of incense equals half an hour.

It is not easy to compose poetry on the spot, and many people who lack inspiration have to hand in a blank paper.

Just as Li Lizhi loudly announced the rules of the poetry meeting, Du He saw that everyone's attention was on Li Lizhi, so he turned his head and glanced at Wu Meiniang.

Among the concubines who participated in composing poetry.

Du He found that Wu Meiniang's big eyes were also staring at him, and there was a strange smile on her face.

After retracting his gaze.

Du He secretly sighed: "Wu Meiniang is really smart. She actually guessed that I had something to ask her!"

"This woman is really evil!"

He used to think that Yin Yushan was an extremely intelligent woman, but now it seems that Yin Yushan and Wu Meiniang are not on the same level at all.

The first empress in history, she is indeed extraordinary!

Li Lizhi raised her voice and said, "The top three winners of this poetry competition will be announced. The first place winner will receive a reward of 100 gold, the second place winner will receive a reward of 70 gold, and the third place winner will receive a reward of 50 gold!"

Because it was just a poetry gathering for royal entertainment, the rewards were not set too high.

As for Du He, he didn't care much about the reward.

After Li Lizhi finished speaking, she turned towards the ship and said, "Father, please give us the topic for the first round of poetry!"

Inside the big ship.

Li Shimin whispered, "Recently, Gao Shilian, Yang Shidao, Cen Wenben and others have left me one after another. I miss these important officials so much!"

"For the first round of poems, let's write about longing or mourning!"

After hearing Li Shimin's words, the expressions of the concubines and eunuchs on the ship were also filled with sadness.

The eunuch walked to the bow of the boat and repeated Li Shimin's words loudly.

"Is it titled "Missing You or Mourning Memories?"

When everyone heard that His Majesty would ask this type of question, they all showed surprise on their faces.

At such a festive moment, poems of this type of theme are really inappropriate, and they rarely write poems of this type in normal times.

centre position.

After Du He finished listening, a poem suddenly popped up in his mind.

He did not start writing immediately, but lowered his head and pretended to think seriously. After more than half of the time had passed, he wrote two big words on the rice paper.

"Brocade Zither".

Although Li Shangyin's "Jinse" is in the form of Misty Poetry, it is also the greatest mourning poem of all time.

On the big ship.

Li Shimin saw Du He start writing, he stroked his beard and nodded, saying: "I knew this brat was just pretending, he had already thought of the appropriate poem in his mind!"

He still remembers vividly the several poems that Du He improvised on the spot in Hanfeng Hall of Cuiwei Palace last year.

The concubines around him all responded.

"Your Majesty truly has a keen eye!"

"Although Duke Hanguo is known as the Immortal Poet of the Tang Dynasty, isn't Your Majesty also a Sage Poet?"

"My screen is embroidered with your Majesty's poems!"

These concubines didn't care who they were praising. They just wanted to try their best to please Li Shimin every minute and every second they were in contact with him.

There have been rumors recently that Your Majesty wants to grant fiefdoms to the vassal states.

This concerns the vital interests of the royal family. If they behave better, they can also gain more benefits for their sons.

Not long after, the incense and candles were extinguished.

"Dang~"

After the eunuch struck the gong, he quickly collected the poems written by everyone and delivered them to Li Shimin in a small boat.

There is basically a poem written on every piece of rice paper, but the content is not very good.

After turning to the poem written by Du He, Li Shimin's face suddenly changed and he read it excitedly.

"There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years."

"Zhuangzi dreamed of butterflies in the morning, and King Wang placed his love on the cuckoo."

"The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and jade produces smoke."

"This feeling can be recalled, but it was already gone at that time"

This poem!

It completely touched his heart!

The zither played had twenty-five strings, and it was broken into half because of lovesickness. What a feeling!

Li Shimin no longer had any expectations for other poems. He believed that the poems written by the concubines and princesses present could not surpass Du He's.

The concubines around also nodded frequently, and they approved of the poem very much.

Excited moment.

Li Shimin continued, "Now the army is at war, and the second poem is about war."

The theme that always remained unavoidable in poetry gatherings held in the Tang Dynasty was poetry on war themes.

There is no way, who made the Tang Dynasty the biggest warmonger at the moment?

After a stick of incense.

All the poems were once again gathered in Li Shimin's hands. After reading a dozen ordinary poems, he saw the poem written by Du He again.

"Out of the Frontier."

"The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned."

"But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and I don't teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains."

After reading it, Li Shimin praised excitedly

"Another famous poem passed down through the ages!"

He looked at the calm and composed Du He, and thought of the various expressions of Du He in his poetry. For the first time, he agreed with the words circulating among the people.

Du He is the God of Literature who has descended to earth!

If Du He was not a star god who had descended to earth, how could an ordinary mortal body have such performance?

On the high platform.

Seeing that her father had not yet given the topic for the third poem, Li Lizhi reminded him loudly.

"Father, please give me the title for the third poem!"

After a while.

Li Shimin's voice finally reached him: "Let's make it a topic of retreat."

As soon as these words were spoken, the South China Sea pool fell silent again.

The questions Your Majesty asked today are a bit strange!

Du He guessed Li Shimin's mood and knew that he was hesitating whether to learn the story of Emperor Jiajing that he had told.

This time, Du He couldn't think of an appropriate poem, so he just copied a few lines of poetry.

After a stick of incense.

The third poem written by everyone was collected by Li Shimin.

This time he directly flipped through the poems written by Du He and read them in a deep voice.

"Baiyujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor."

"The immortal touches my top and bears longevity."

"Mistakenly pursuing worldly pleasures, one becomes quite confused about reason and emotions."

"Ninety-six Holy Lords, floating clouds with empty names."

Although this poem does not directly mention retreat, it is somewhat similar to his mood at the moment.

Li Shimin did not hesitate and left three big words "Grade A" on it.

Half an hour later.

The three rounds of poetry were scored, and without any surprise, Du He won the first place, Wu Meiniang won the second place, and Xu Cairen won the third place.

After the three of them went up to the platform to receive the reward, when they were turning the corner down the stairs, Du He took the opportunity to slip the secret letter into the hands of Wu Meiniang behind him.

"Whoo~"

Du He and Wu Meiniang both breathed a sigh of relief.