Tang Dynasty: Father, if you don't rebel, I will!

On the second day, in the "New Tang Dynasty News", "Daily Tang Dynasty News", and the "Official Residence Gazette" sent to officials' residences, a brightly colored article, marked as being personally written by His Highness the Crown Prince, was clearly seen by the officials who were still having breakfast, as well as the merchants and common people of Chang'an and the surrounding areas.

Fangfu.

After spending some time together, the First Madam and the Second Madam reluctantly accepted each other.

Early in the morning, Madam Fang had just finished breastfeeding her child and came out of her room to the dining room.

The family then sat down at the table and began their meal.

Since His Highness the Crown Prince implemented the new policies, the food standards of the Tang Dynasty have risen to a level that should not exist. Now, the spice trade with Tibet has made the palates of these nobles of the Tang Dynasty even more discerning.

Fang Xuanling, acting like the head of the household, washed his hands and was just about to eat.

As usual, he habitually spread the newspaper out to the side, but suddenly his movements froze, followed by a "whoosh".

He jumped up from his seat.

Madam Fang frowned: "What's wrong? Is there a thorn on the stool?"

Fang Xuanling ignored the woman, his face filled with shock and excitement as he held the newspaper in his hands. Those around him could clearly see that the newspaper was trembling violently in his hands.

"Great, well written..."

Fang Xuanling muttered to himself, pacing back and forth, refusing to eat, and began to recite poetry in a deep voice.

"The stones of Mount Tai can be used as pillars, but they are not as good as Mount Tai itself as a beam to the sky; the waters of the Wei River can encircle the palace, but they are not as good as the Yangtze and Han Rivers as a golden fortress to protect the country. Palace maids with colorful sleeves flutter like clouds, but we have never seen the common people covered in hemp clothing; the fragrance of ambergris surrounds the nine heavens, but we have never heard the smoke from the poor scholars' cooking fires. The carved eaves reflecting the sun are only a small part of the brilliance; only when the stars hang low over the plains can the beauty of heaven and earth be revealed."

"What a wonderful article! Your Highness is truly talented! Truly talented..."

Meanwhile, in Du Ruhui's residence, which was separated from Fang's residence by only a wall, Du Ruhui, who was also having a meal, loudly recited the imperial edict in a sacred tone, as if he were reciting a family ancestral rite, to the astonishment of the two ladies.

"I often ponder as I lean on the vermilion balustrade: This tree, born in Zhongnan Mountain, should have borne the rain and dew, a haven for phoenixes; now imprisoned within palace walls, even adorned with pearls, it is like a shackle. In the past, people carved jade from Kunlun Mountain into bricks; now I build my foundation on poetry, books, rites, and music. In the past, people melted bronze from all corners of the world to cast tripods; now I gather the sustenance of the people as my foundation. The golden vats under the eaves collect dew; how can they compare to the gentle spring rain nourishing the mulberry and hemp? The bronze camels before the palace bask in the sun; how can they compare to the golden harvest of autumn fields?"

His face flushed red, and he gasped for breath as he sat down stiffly, supported by the two women beside him.

However, at this moment, he was still clutching the newspaper tightly in one hand, and tears were already streaming down his face.

"I've run into you! I've run into you! My lady, the eternal sage ruler! I've run into you!!!"

He was extremely emotional, and his voice even had a clear sob in it.

At the Imperial Academy in Chang'an, the instructors and doctors gathered together, each holding a copy of the official gazette and reciting it aloud. They were so excited that they even forgot about the breakfast they had brought.

Like the Muslims in Mecca, who also hold the Quran in their hands.

"Therefore it is said: The true dragon's abode is not in the Nine Palaces, but its palace walls are the borders of the four directions, its caisson ceiling is the image of the sky, and its steps are the shape of the Five Sacred Mountains. The people's clothes and shoes are woven into the brocade of mountains and rivers; the scholars' ink marks are outlined in the colors of the nation. This is why the Epang Palace is unshakeable and the palace is immortal."

"Wencheng threw down his pen and suddenly saw the ink shadow in the inkstone shimmering, reflecting thousands of miles of rice paddies and the lights of ten thousand homes. He then realized that the imperial palaces were nothing but a mirage, while only this land remained, growing old with heaven and earth."

After the last word was spoken, the scene fell silent for a long while before the excited sounds of everyone taking deep breaths could finally be heard.

Since ancient times, there has been no first place in martial arts, but no second place in literature.

The tendency for scholars to belittle each other is especially evident in the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty during the Zhenguan reign.

Everyone felt that only their own masterpieces could express the joy of this prosperous Zhenguan era.

however.

When Crown Prince Li Chengqian presented his "Ode to the Jiangshan Palace," all other literary works paled in comparison.

It was as if a woman from a brothel had walked up to a fairy who was untouched by worldly affairs.

Feeling ashamed of one's own appearance is a trivial matter.

The real reason why all scholars had to lower their proud heads was that the creator of the Zhenguan era was the author of "Ode to the Jiangshan Palace".

The Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty!

Li Chengqian!

Early this morning, the concubines in the imperial palace rushed to Empress Zhangsun's residence, only to find her already engrossed in reading a newspaper.

Consort Yin stepped forward and excitedly wrapped her arm around Empress Zhangsun's arm.

"Sister, how exactly did you raise His Highness the Crown Prince? With such literary talent and such a reputation for virtue, which scholar in the Tang Dynasty will dare to claim to be the most brilliant writer in the world?"

She certainly wouldn't compete for favor with her most admired eldest granddaughter, but this morning, after reading this article and thinking about her son who was farming in Lingnan Road...

I used to think that my son was destined for great things and would be remembered in history.

Compared to the Crown Prince now... he's utterly despicable.

That rascal Li You only thinks about farming and cultivating superior fruit and vegetable seedlings. Asking him to do things like writing poetry and prose is harder than killing him.

Empress Zhangsun smiled and reached out to stroke the square characters printed on the newspaper.

A mother's pride and excitement were evident in her eyes.

There were significantly more officials attending court today than before.

Even though some officials were not required to attend the morning court session today and could go directly to their yamen to carry out their duties, they still lined up and entered the palace in large numbers after the sound of the whip cracking to signal the start of court.

While waiting for His Highness the Crown Prince to arrive, they couldn't help but discuss each other in suppressed yet excited voices.

The Crown Prince's three tutors, including the eldest, Li Gang, the Junior Guardian of the Crown Prince, appeared at today's court assembly. He was in good spirits and, despite being given a chair, insisted on appearing healthy and stood with Kong Yingda and Yu Shinan.

The officials were undoubtedly talking to each other about the "Ode to the Jiangshan Palace" in today's newspaper.

These people don't seem to be here to attend court today; they seem to be here to... chase after celebrities.

The eunuch called out in a drawn-out voice, "His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived."

The room fell silent instantly. Li Chengqian strode in from behind the Taiji Hall and sat down on the dragon throne.

In an instant, he saw a vast number of officials standing before him in the Taiji Hall, all of whom suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to him.

"We, your humble servants, failed to understand Your Highness's great ambitions and nearly jeopardized the affairs of state for our own selfish reasons!"

"We are guilty! We beg Your Highness to punish us!"

Among the officials, especially those ministers who had gone to Ganlu Hall a few days ago to ask Li Chengqian to repair the palace, they were kneeling on the ground, their faces full of shame.

His Highness the Crown Prince is so wise and talented, yet they dared to be so absurd as to propose such a treacherous act as encouraging him to undertake large-scale construction projects...

The officials were ashamed.