broken!Li Er's son turned out to be a hidden boss

"Then Qingque, how did you change people's perception of Huafang?"

"It should be noted that in the past, painting boats was similar to Goulan."

Li Shimin asked with a smile.

"It's not easy. First, I moved the painting boats that I sold myself to another place, and then I built pavilions and pavilions there, making them special brothels."

"Afterwards, the boat is only for the children of good families."

"Slowly, some of these talented women from the south of the Yangtze River will board the painting boat, reciting poems and making love..."

"Father, you don't know that in this Chongwen Museum, many shocking works are produced by these talented women, even my son admires them so much!"

"Not bad!"

Li Shimin nodded.

"Guanyin maidservant, look, I'll just say it! Qingque is just lazy, how can he be incompetent?"

"The ability to turn the small Dongting Lake into the center of the entire Jiangnan literary world, this ability should not be underestimated!"

"Isn't it that I, a mother, teach well?"

Empress Changsun said with a smile.

"Father, Queen Mother, let's go and take you to the Chongwen Museum. This time of day is the busiest time for the Chongwen Museum."

Among the islands in the center of Dongting Lake, there is a five-story building, which is the Chongwen Museum.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

As soon as Li Tai entered, people kept saying hello to him.

The Chongwen Museum is just like his name. Calligraphy, paintings, and poems are written on rice paper, and then hung on the beams. The scattered furnishings make this chaos reveal a strong literary atmosphere.

Whether it is on the floor tiles or on the pillars, there are poems of the human body.

At the top of the stairs, there were eight old men sitting.

"Father, these eight old men are the examiners in our Chongwen Museum. Only after passing the assessment of these eight people can you climb to the second floor!"

"Then, it's like this layer by layer. If you want to climb to the fifth floor, you not only have to pass the assessment of the first four floors, but also have to make three masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages. At present, no one has settled in the fifth floor."

"Moreover, as long as you enter the second floor of the Chongwen Museum, you will be supported by the Chongwen Museum every year, and a certain amount of money will be distributed to provide for your life. If you want to take the imperial examination, the Chongwen Museum will provide you with money, cars and horses, etc.!"

"Anyway, as long as it is beneficial to me, Datang, I will fully support it."

"You do this, your elder brother knows?"

"Hey!" Li Tai shook his head, "I'm here to give big brother a surprise!"

"Not bad, Qingque, you did really well!"

Li Shimin looked at those young people on the first floor, who were either deep in thought, or pouring alcohol into their throats, with tears in their eyes, or laughing loudly, playing with words, or quietly brooding over books, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Qingque, with your intelligence, what floor have you reached so far?"

"Mother, the son is dull. He has only reached the fourth floor so far, and the son has no ability to go up to the fifth floor."

Li Tai said with some pride, you must know that there are less than ten people who can reach the fourth floor. Among them, the most famous ones are Liu Bowen and Han Xin.

When Liu Bowen went home to worship his ancestors, he accidentally left two poems, which were directly placed on the fourth floor. Han Xin even entered the fourth floor with a battlefield poem, with a majestic momentum.

"pen and ink!"

Li Shimin also came to the mind of comparison, took a pen and ink from the side, and wrote a poem directly, and then walked to the stairs on the first floor, "Gentlemen, I wonder if Xiaosheng has the qualifications for the second floor?"

After taking the poem written by Li Shimin, the eight old men closed their eyes after reading it, as if they were experiencing the charm of it...

"In terms of the neatness of the poems, rhymes, etc., this poem is not enough to enter the second level!"

"Of course..."

Just as the old man denied a word, there was a turning point immediately.

"However, putting together the momentum, the old man has a feeling of being on the battlefield and caring about the people of the world. His momentum is majestic, his emotion is boundless, and his narrative is simple and concise. It can be said that he can control words with artistic conception. Mr.'s identity is not simple. ah!"

Finally, several old men opened their eyes together and stretched out their hands as a gesture of invitation.

"Sir, with this poem, you can enter the third floor, but if you carve your pen with your heart, with this vigorous and powerful handwriting and majestic momentum, you are very likely to become the first person to enter the fifth floor!"

"Thank you!"

Li Shimin arched his hands, turned and walked back to Li Tai's side. This is just his random work, but after all, he is a generation of emperors who have put down the world. It can be like three layers.

Similarly, Li Shimin also nodded, the Chongwen Museum in Li Tai Lane is not in vain.

"correct!"

Empress Changsun's eyes lit up.

"What's wrong, Guanyin servant girl?"

Li Tai also looked at Empress Changsun suspiciously.

"I suddenly remembered a few poems that Dalang wrote when he was a child, Qingque, I'll repeat them, you write them, and see how many layers you can get!"

"okay!"

"Join the Army One"

"Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, isolated city looking at Yumen Pass"

"Gold wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and if you don't break Loulan, you will never return it"

"Join the Army II"

"The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy"

"Yazhang resigns from the phoenix palace, and iron cavalry circles the dragon city"

"The snow is dark and the flag painting is withered, and the wind is full of drums"

"It is better to be a centurion than a scholar"

"Goose Gate"

"Dark clouds overwhelm the city, and the city is about to be destroyed, and the light of the armor opens to the golden scales of the sun"

"In the autumn scenery full of the sound of horns, stuffed with swallow fat and night purple"

"The half-rolled red flag is facing Yishui, and the frost is heavy and the cold can't be heard"

"Report to the king on the golden stage, and support the jade dragon to die for the king"

After reading the three poems, Li Shimin and Li Tai were immersed in the artistic conception.

"This first song was created by Da Lang when he was sweeping the Western Regions!"

"The second one is the farewell poem left by Dalang and me when the second elder brother ascended the throne and Jieli went south to fight the Weishui River."

"This third song was created by Da Lang when Li Ai was in chaos in Youzhou!"

"Go!",

After talking about the origins of the three poems, Empress Changsun motioned for Li Tai to take them over and show them to the old men.

"If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it..."

"It's better to be a centurion than a scholar!"

"It's better to be a centurion than a scholar!"

The old man's voice became more and more passionate, until there was no sound in the whole building, only the voice of the old man reciting.

"Okay, okay, a good one would rather be a centurion than a scholar!"

"An outstanding person, who can write such a poem, is definitely a dragon and a phoenix among people, a natural hero."

"Look, there's a third song. Although it's not as exciting as the first two, the meaning it expresses is as high as the sky!"

"Where is this person?"

Those old men walked directly in front of Li Tai.

"Gentlemen, this poem was made by my elder son. He is not here today. I saw someone tasting it, so I randomly picked three poems. I don't know what to do?"

Empress Changsun said expectantly.

After all, if someone praises his son, that is cheating on him.

"Heirloom boutique!"

"No, it's not just high-quality products, the best products, those who can be surpassed by future generations may not be able to produce one person in one generation"

"Ma'am, I don't know your son's last name. This old man is very polite. Can I let this old man take a look at your son's masterpiece?",

"Mr. Wang, this is my mother. Who do you think is his eldest son?"

Li Tai pulled the old man and said.

hiss!
In an instant, everyone on the entire floor knelt down, and Cao Min saw the Supreme Emperor and the Empress Dowager.

"Get up! Don't be rigid. Today, we will meet friends through literature. There is no emperor or empress."

Li Shimin smiled and asked these literati to stand up, saying that he was unhappy was a lie.

"You mean, this poem was written by His Majesty today?"

"To be precise, the first song was made by my elder brother when he defeated the Western Regions!"

"The second one is the farewell poem left by my elder brother to my mother when the Turks went south in the first year of Zhenguan!"

"The third song is also composed in the first year of Zhenguan, when my elder brother went to Youzhou to quell the chaos!"

hiss!
Several people glanced at it, and asked people to take the three poems down respectfully.

"Please keep the calligraphy on the fifth floor!"

"Don't worry, my elder brother will come in a few days. When the time comes, he will personally compose poems for you to read!"

Li Tai said proudly.