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Chapter 50
"I've seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Li Lizhi hurriedly came out to greet Li Chengqian when she heard the maid tell her that Li Chengqian was coming.

Although she and Li Chengqian had a good relationship in private, the crown prince was the heir apparent, and in formal occasions, proper etiquette was indispensable.

Li Chengqian shook his head, gave him a little support, and said helplessly, "I've said it so many times, don't be too polite."

"Understood, Brother Huang." Li Lizhi said with a smile.

Li Chengqian knew that although his sister said so, she would still salute when she should salute in the future.

Li Lizhi led Li Chengqian into the palace, and after ordering the maid to serve tea, he asked, "What's the matter with you, brother?"

"It's nothing, I just heard a good poem recently, and I'll show it to you!" Li Chengqian said with a smile.

Li Lizhi smiled sweetly, and said: "To be praised by the emperor, the poem must not be simple, I can appreciate it."

Li Lizhi, as her name suggests, is born beautiful, loves poetry and prose, and is especially good at painting.

Li Chengqian knew that he would share any good poems with his sister, so she didn't think much about it.

Li Chengqian took out the poem he had transcribed and handed it to Li Lizhi.

Li Lizhi took it, unfolded it and looked at it.

The poem is not long, Li Lizhi didn't speak after reading it, and savored the rhyme of the poem carefully.

"Brother Huang has extraordinary literary talents, this poem is really well written!" Li Lizhi couldn't help but praise.

She saw that the handwriting was Li Chengqian's, and thought it was written by Li Chengqian.

cough cough...

Li Chengqian just took a sip of tea, and choked on hearing Li Lizhi's words.

"Brother Huang, what's wrong with you?" Li Lizhi asked with concern.

Li Chengqian managed to calm down and said, "I didn't write this poem."

"Brother Huang didn't write it, so who wrote it?" Li Lizhi asked curiously.

"This was written by Lin Xuan at Qingque's poetry meeting." Li Chengqian explained.

Lin Xuan?

Li Lizhi frowned and thought.

She has heard of all the famous talents in Chang'an, and those who can participate in Li Tai's poetry meeting should not be very old, but why has he never heard of this person?
"You forgot, the person we met at Keyunlou for dinner last time was Lin Xuan." Li Chengqian reminded.

As soon as Li Chengqian said it, she remembered it. Although Lin Xuan introduced herself last time, she didn't pay attention at all, so Lin Xuan's name was very strange to her.

"It turned out to be him. I didn't expect this person to be so talented." Li Lijian sighed.

"It's not just that, he also wrote the words and the poem on it that my father recently arrived." Li Chengqian said with a smile.

Li Lizhi said in surprise: "That word was actually written by him?"

She has also seen that word, calligraphy is extremely accomplished, and it is a new font, she always thought it was written by some calligrapher.

Unexpectedly, it was written by Lin Xuan.

You must know that calligraphy is different from writing poetry. With literary skills and inspiration, it is not difficult to write a good poem.

But if you want to write good handwriting, you need years of practice.

She couldn't help being a little curious about Lin Xuan, how did he master such good calligraphy at such a young age.

Li Chengqian nodded, and said: "He wrote a word at the poetry meeting, Qing Que asked him after seeing it, and he admitted it on the spot."

"Since Qingque has seen it, there will be no fake." Li Lizhi nodded.

Li Chengqian and Li Lizhi chatted for a while and then went back.

He did not tell Li Lizhi that her engagement was broken because of Lin Xuan.

Some things go too far, talk too much, with Li Lizhi's ice and snow intelligence, maybe she will suspect something.

After Li Chengqian left, Li Lizhi sat there alone, looking at the poem, in a daze, no one knew what she was thinking.

……

When Lin Xuan woke up, it was already the next morning.

His mind went blank, and it took him a while to remember what happened yesterday.

"It's no wonder there will be women to accompany drinks in entertainment venues in later generations." Lin Xuan shook his head and smiled wryly.

His usual self-control ability is pretty good, otherwise he wouldn't have endured for so long without attacking Chunyue and Yuhe.

But on yesterday's occasion, plus Ah Luo's drink-by-cup persuasion, he drank too much before he knew it.

After breakfast, Lin Xuan was grateful that his head was still a little dizzy, so he lay down on the rocking chair and fell asleep.

"Sign in"

"Ding~, congratulations to the host for successfully signing in, and reward a box of roll paper."

Roll paper?

Lin Xuan was a little stunned by the huge surprise.

After coming to Datang, what he was least used to was going to the toilet.

In this era, the toilet chip is used to go to the toilet, which sounds quite tall.

In fact, it is a polished bamboo piece. Although it is polished very smooth, but the fragile chrysanthemum is rubbed with a bamboo piece. Lin Xuan shudders when he thinks about it.

But fortunately, Tang Dynasty still had paper, although it was very expensive, it would not make him run out of paper to use in the toilet.

But even though there was paper, the paper was very brittle, and he couldn't make it soft even if he wanted to, so he had no choice but to make do with it.

Who knows that feeling.

Unexpectedly, signing in today would reward a box of roll paper, which made Lin Xuan very happy.

Looking at a box full of roll papers, Lin Xuan estimated that there would be enough for him to use for a few months.

Lin Xuan suddenly felt dizzy, picked up a roll of paper and ran to the toilet.

After more than ten minutes, Lin Xuan returned to the room with a relaxed face.

Those who didn't know thought what he was doing in the toilet.

It was already snowing heavily outside, and Lin Xuan had no intention of going out, how comfortable it was to stay at home.

For three consecutive days, the snow basically never stopped, which reminded Lin Xuan of a proverb, "auspicious snow heralds a good year"

……

It is true that auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, but whether the common people can wait for next year's bumper harvest may be uncertain.

The heavy snow for several days in a row has damaged the houses of many people.

Chang'an is okay, because it is the capital city, the houses are relatively strong, and the snow on the houses is cleared in time, it is not a big deal.

But the villages around Chang'an were not so lucky. Ruixue in Lin Xuan's eyes turned into a snow disaster in their eyes.

A large number of houses were collapsed by the snow, and the people were displaced. In addition to the cold weather, the people lacked clothing to keep out the cold, and firewood and charcoal for heating. Many people were crushed to death and froze to death.

……

Tai Chi Palace

Daily morning morning.

It's just that today Li Shimin and the officials looked extremely heavy.

"Your Majesty, a large number of disaster victims have flooded into Chang'an City. The number has already exceeded [-]. According to the current trend, the number will only increase." Dai Zhou, Minister of Civil Affairs, said with a serious expression.

"Have you counted how many people died?" Li Shimin asked with a gloomy face.

Since he took the throne, he has been working hard and dare not slack off.

However, God seemed to be punishing him, with locust plagues, droughts, floods, and snowstorms all the time.

Although there are only some disasters in some places every year, but for disaster relief these years, the treasury basically has no surplus, and life is very tight.

Now there is another snow disaster, and it is still in the capital of Tang Dynasty. If it is not handled properly, it will lead to disaster.

(End of this chapter)