Datang: Get a god-level selection system at the beginning

Some civil servants who were proud of their poems didn't think much of Li Shimin, who could only fight on horseback -- he was just a vulgar warrior, and Confucian scholars like them were still needed to govern the world, but now it's different.

Poetry is the thing that can bring people closer together, and these civil servants who talk about each other are not sure that they can write such a poem that can be famous all over the world.

"It's a good sentence, 'Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say what I want'. King Qin's literary talent should be clear."

"I never thought King Qin would have such a literary talent all his life as a soldier. I really admire him."

"It's no wonder that you can write the Three-Character Classic."

"His Royal Highness, what are the rest of the sentence?"

"Mr. Wenbin, do you still remember the following?"

The sudden praise made Li Shimin a little unprepared, so he had to say modestly: "It's just drunken nonsense, it can't be true, it can't be true."

A group of civil officials surrounded Li Shimin and Li Wenbin, causing chaos in the Tai Chi Hall.

"My lords, Wen Bin only heard it by chance, and I really can't remember the rest."

Surrounded by those civil servants, Li Wenbin's thick skin was too much for him, but he didn't dare to punch these people—most of these people were centrists, and even a few were Doctors of Literature from the Eastern Palace.

If he really punched it, the impact would be no less than stabbing a hornet's nest.

But Li Jiancheng was so angry that he almost fainted when he saw that his subordinates surrounded Li Shimin and flattered him.

"My lords, my lords, this is the Tai Chi Hall, please pay attention."

Seeing that the situation was going to be out of control, Donggong Xima Wei Zheng shouted quickly, and those civil servants woke up suddenly, knowing that this was in front of the emperor's face, and such nonsense was simply deceiving the emperor.

Li Yuan rubbed the center of his brows, feeling quite a headache, but he couldn't blame so many people, but his perception of Li Wenbin was a bit worse.

Li Wenbin wasn't too worried about this. Although Li Yuan was the emperor, he still had at most half a year to live. He was always magnanimous towards such people.

Waiting for everyone to congratulate, it's time to entertain the officials.

And at this time, it was time for the song and dance performance. Li Jiancheng had already arranged the manpower, and a guard of the East Palace whispered something in his ear.

After hearing what the guard said, Li Jiancheng, who had been gloomy all the time, finally showed a smile on his face.

He stood up and said to Li Yuan who was on the high platform: "Father, my son recently met a maiko master who is very skilled in dancing. This maiko master is good at sword dance, and I ask Father for permission to perform dances." .”

After hearing this, Li Yuan was very interested: "Okay, let's invite people here."

Li Jiancheng clapped his hands, and the music suddenly changed, replaced by a piece of music with gold and iron horses faintly, and a slim woman in a green dress appeared in the center of the stage.

She was veiled, revealing only a pair of radiant almond eyes.

Li Wenbin looked at it and nodded: "Sure enough, she is a beautiful woman. How can a beautiful woman be a thief?"

He was right next to Li Shimin. Hearing this, Li Shimin asked curiously, "Wen Bin, how do you know this must be a beautiful woman?"

"Father, it's actually very simple, just look at her eyes." Li Wenbin talked eloquently, "Eyes are the windows to the soul, and a woman with such perfect eyes, even if she is not a beauty, is definitely above average."

"You little yellow-haired boy actually understands these things. When you go back, your mother must strictly discipline you."

"Father, my son has been wronged. Didn't you ask me this?"

While the two were talking, the woman had already started the sword dance.

I saw the sword light shining on the stage, the woman was as graceful as a ghost, and her movements were extremely fast. After a while, the stage was full of green shadows.

Li Shimin patted his son on the shoulder: "Haha, this woman-like man can't stand it."

Li Wenbin nodded: "Indeed, it is said that all the women of Tang Dynasty are heroines. With this sword and footwork, ordinary people are not opponents."

This woman has a graceful body, and her swordsmanship is quite fierce, and the civil and military officials around her are mesmerized.

When the woman held the sword formula and stood the long sword behind her back, there was thunderous applause in the Taiji Hall, and even Li Yuan couldn't stop clapping.

"Prince, this sword dance is good, I like it very much, everyone wants to reward this maiko, and you should too."

Li Yuan praised, Li Jiancheng was happy in his heart, but he still pretended to be a normal person: "Thank you for the compliment, Father, making Father happy is the greatest reward for my son."

As he was talking, he suddenly had a bad thought in his heart, and said to Li Shimin: "Second brother, you have a good literary talent. Today, the emperor is happy. Why don't you compose a poem impromptu to strengthen your momentum?"

Li Shimin: "...what does the prince say, how can I have any literary talents."

Li Yuan smiled and said, "Shimin, don't be modest. The few poems just now are very good, which is enough to prove that my son has a brilliant literary talent."

Li Shimin was helpless, he didn't know what to say, could it be said that the poem was not written by him, wouldn't it be a crime of deceiving the emperor?
"What's the matter, King Qin, could it be..."

Li Wenbin stood up abruptly: "Grandfather Rong, the reason why my father refused to read it was because of some difficulties."

"How to say?"

Li Shimin was taken aback: This little bastard will talk nonsense, when have I ever made such a poem.But he didn't dare to interrupt Li Wenbin's words, so he continued to say:

"Returning to the emperor's grandfather, my grandson once saw my mother performing a sword dance for the father by chance. At that time, the father made a song "Watching the Changsun's Sword Dance". At that time, the mother liked it very much, and, and... "

The eldest grandson Wugou was stunned: Is there still my business here?
Seeing Li Wenbin faltering suddenly, Li Yuan said unhappily: "And what's the matter, quickly and truthfully recruit."

Li Wenbin seemed a little ashamed: "Returning to the emperor's grandfather, the father and mother made an agreement at that time, and they would not read this poem to others. So..."

As soon as he said this, there was a burst of tittering in the Tai Chi Hall.

"Prince Qin and Concubine Wang really are a husband and wife, hahaha."

"Since this is the case, let's not get to the bottom of it."

"That's right, that's right, Mr. Pei is right."

Li Yuan's face softened a little, but he suddenly remembered something: "Since your father can't read it, then you come, just so you heard it?"

"Ah this..."

"Why, are you deceiving me?"

"The grandson dare not. The father forgives the sin, and the son will read it now."

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman named Changsun, who swung her sword in all directions.

The viewer is as depressed as a mountain, and the world has been low for a long time.

Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons flying.

Come like a thunderbolt to receive anger, stop like a Jianghai condensing clear light.

Crimson lips and pearl sleeves are lonely, and at night some disciples pass on the fragrance.

The beauty of Linying is in Baidi, dancing this song wonderfully..."

A long poem with hundreds of words was recited, and the Taiji Hall was silent for a while, and then thunderous applause broke out.