Datang broom star

Li Zhi raised his head and said with a half-smile, "Did Tang Xu no longer protect him? He even reported all this news to me."

Baiqi broke out in cold sweat all over his body, and said in a trembling voice, "Haiqi is just His Majesty's Baiqi."

Li Zhi just said something casually, and said with satisfaction after hearing the words: "What poem is it?"

"At that time, dozens of candidates were gathering, saying that they wanted to wait for the first day to appeal to His Majesty."

"Admonish what?" Li Zhi raised the corner of his mouth, but his expression was cold.

These candidates utter nonsense before passing the test. What is the first day of admonishment, the first day is the day when he formally ruled the Tang Dynasty. At that time, the admonition is to give him eye drops!

"Who takes the lead?"

The emperor's murderous intentions were on the rise. Although he couldn't kill people, the candidates who took the lead were probably going to be in trouble.

Baiqi said: "It is said that Jia Canjun is a broom star, causing chaos in the court, and the leader is Qiao Dongxing."

Wang Zhongliang raised his head, indicating that he had already remembered the name.

That unlucky guy, no matter how talented he is, this subject is for nothing.

Li Zhi thought of those people's motives for cheating Jia Pingan, "Whose person?"

Baiqi said: "It's those people."

The palace can only use those people to refer to Guan Long's small circle.

Li Zhi knew it, and his eyes became more stern, "How is Jia Ping'an?"

There are more than 30 candidates, all of whom are great talents from all over the world. Jia Ping'an is hard to beat with two fists. If he fails, he will inevitably be suppressed by the situation.

Baiqi's eyes were full of admiration, "Jia Canjun wrote two poems in a row, and they said they were both famous."

"Oh!" Li Zhi said in surprise, "They're all famous? Let's hear it."

He felt afraid that those people's appreciation ability had problems, but he was more worried about

"By the way, did Jia Pingan make a move?"

That's what he's worried about.

If Jia Ping'an took Baiqi's people to fight, it would be straightforward, but so many candidates were beaten, Chang'an City would be shaken, and then the small circle would punish them, how to stop it?

"No, Jia Canjun is writing poetry."

"Oh!" Li Zhi felt relieved, "Say it."

Baiqi sorted out his memory, "Birds fly away in thousands of mountains, and people disappear in thousands of miles. I am alone in a boat and I am fishing for snow in the cold river."

Li Zhi was taken aback, thinking that my poetic talent is not bad, but two good poems in one day are absolutely impossible, "It's so lonely, but it makes people aftertaste endlessly. Good poems are really famous." What about the other one? Is it also a famous one? If he writes two famous ones in one day, then Jia Ping’an is a great talent. But a great talent can’t do that.”

Wang Zhongliang cheered and said: "Those great talents in the court can't do it!"

Baiqi glanced at him, but there was dissatisfaction in his eyes, "Jia Canjun is a great talent"

Wang Zhongliang smiled and didn't speak.

Baiqi became more and more angry, but he didn't dare to show it, so he chanted in a low voice: "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city, Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows, and the spring breeze does not cross the Yumen Pass."

how is it?

Even if he is only fluent in ink, he still thinks the poem is very good.

Li Zhi was shocked.

"I heard that he was lucky in the brothel because of his poetic talent. I didn't expect it to be like this"

He pondered the poem carefully, clapped his hands lightly, and looked at it with satisfaction.

"Excellent!"

Let the emperor say two excellent evaluations, there is no doubt that it is a famous article!

"But the second song." Li Zhi had a smile on his lips, as if he had discovered something interesting, "Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The Central Plains has no time to take care of it, that's all."

"The spring breeze does not pass through the Yumen Pass, he is speaking to me, aggrieved for those soldiers guarding the border."

Li Zhi's mood improved, and he said with a smile: "The spring breeze does not cross the Yumen Pass. This means that I am enjoying myself in Chang'an, but I have forgotten those soldiers."

"It's snowing!"

There was a shout of joy from the palace maid outside.

Li Zhi lifted his spirits and got up to go out.

Wang Zhongliang followed behind, seeing scattered snowflakes falling down, he couldn't help praising: "Your Majesty, this is Ruixue."

"Auspicious snow heralds a prosperous year!"

Li Zhi took a deep breath and stretched out his hand, but he didn't catch the snowflake.

"It's not cold when it snows!"

A court lady looked up at Xuehua, very happy.

"The spring breeze does not cross the Yumen Pass!" Li Zhi thought of the poem, "If the soldiers guarding the Tang Dynasty would suffer from cold and starvation, it would be my fault. Order me to give five thousand guan to the troops in Chang'an Subsidize the purchase of clothes to keep out the cold."

The government soldiers even had to buy their own clothes, as well as all kinds of military supplies, so it could be said that they brought their own dry food.

Later, the snow became heavier, and the prime ministers rushed over in the snow.

"Your Majesty, the internal money is difficult, why bother?" Changsun Wuji felt that his nephew was afraid that he would be smoked, so he actually paid for it when he was about to go crazy.

"I have clothes to wear." Li Zhi stretched out his hands to show everyone his uniform, and then said seriously: "But what about those soldiers? They are guarding Chang'an, guarding the world."

Li Zhi's lips moved, thinking of the scene where the soldiers were struggling to advance through the border under the snow, he couldn't help sighing: "It's not easy for me, but it's even more difficult for the soldiers, let's go out. There are also some in the court, Let the soldiers guarding the border have a good winter!"

Everyone bowed their hands, "Your Majesty is wise."

There is nothing to say about such things, only funding.

What could be the cause?

Back in the political affairs hall, Chu Suiliang ordered people to inquire.

People came back later.

"Gentlemen, there was a poem in a restaurant before, and there was a poem about the Yellow River far above the white clouds, an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willows? Have fun in the palace."