Datang: Acting as a celestial mystery at the beginning

Li Yi'an said: "Your Majesty's concern is nothing more than whether he is in the right position or not, and what ordinary people think about it, right?"

Li Shimin nodded solemnly.

"Ordinary people, how do they know so many things? They just want a peaceful and prosperous world. Whether the position is right or not, and whether your majesty is a tyrant is left to future generations to judge, and they don't care."

Li Yi'an said indifferently: "Ordinary people only care about whether they can have enough to eat. After all, before the Tang Dynasty, the land of China was in chaos for too long. As long as His Majesty can feed them and live and work in peace and contentment, His Majesty will be a wise king and will be famous forever. "

Hearing this, Li Shimin couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the teacup. These words directly spoke to his heart and hit his soul directly.

Could it be that he overcomplicated the problem?

In fact, the common people are really as simple as Li Yian said.

"People, do you really think so?"

Li Shimin asked.

"if not?"

Li Yian laughed.

Then, they all laughed.

Li Shimin's gaze on Li Yi'an became more and more intense. This person saw the matter thoroughly and explained his troubles during this period of time.

This gentleman is a great talent!

It is this kind of great talent that Datang lacks.

"Sir, is this your poem?"

Changsun Wugou saw that on the desk next to him, there was still the manuscript of Li Yi'an's handwriting practice just now.

"Good word!"

Li Shimin also looked over, his eyes lit up, and suddenly shouted again: "Good... good poetry!"

This poem is the third in Li Bai's Saixiaqu.

Can Li Taibai's poems be bad?

"The horses are flying like the wind, whipping out of the Wei Bridge!"

Changsun Wugou read the first couplet once, and said in surprise: "Sir, did you write it recently, about the Weishui battle?"

She continued to read, saying: "Bend the bow to bid farewell to the moon in Han Dynasty, insert feathers to break the barbarians. The starlight is exhausted, the camp is empty and the sea fog disappears. If you succeed in painting Lin Pavilion, only Huo prostitutes and Yao will be unique."

Here, Li Yi'an modified it, replacing Tianjiao with Hulu, which may not rhyme very well.

Tianjiao is the name of the Huns in the Han Dynasty, but the barbarians outside the Great Wall, Li Yian thinks they are not worthy of the word Tianjiao.

It's just that her eldest grandson Wugou is of barbarian blood, and she doesn't care about that.

Li Shimin's eyes fell on the tail couplet.

Successfully painted Linge, unique to Huo Prostitutes Yao.

Lin Pavilion, that is, Qilin Pavilion, is a place where meritorious officials were worshipped in the Han Dynasty.

Huo whoring Yao is Huo Qubing.

Li Shimin naturally understands these allusions. Recently, he has planned a place similar to the Qilin Pavilion in his mind to commemorate the heroes who went through life and death with him.

This poem, from a certain aspect, seems to remind Li Shimin.

On the Qilin Pavilion, there is only Huo Qubing's portrait, so what about the other soldiers?

The sense of injustice is clearly on paper!

Li Shimin was lost in thought.

Then, he shook his body slightly, how could the husband know what he was thinking in his heart, and he just wrote this poem for himself to read?

This is the method of the gods!

"It's just me scribbling, it's nothing."

Li Yi'an smiled modestly, he had no choice but to pretend to be Li Bai's poems.

"We tried to write scribbles, but we couldn't write anything."

Li Shimin's eyes became more and more enthusiastic.

The longer they spend together, the more he can realize that Li Yi'an's secrets are hidden, and now even his talents are so extraordinary.

Is there anything else that Li Yi'an can't do?

This is simply omnipotent!

Li Shimin couldn't suppress his excitement that such a genius appeared in Datang.

"Erlang, did you forget something?"

Changsun Wugou reminded.

"Really forgot one important thing."

Li Shimin waved his hand and asked Li Junxian to take out the heavy coins, and said with a smile: "Before I came, I asked the people in Wannian County that the maximum charge for fortune-telling is 120 yuan per hexagram. , doubling it is [-] yuan. The money should have been given to Mr. Wei by Old Wei, but he was embarrassed to face Mr. again, so he asked me to give it to him.”

If he doesn't mention it, Li Yi'an will almost forget it, and accept the bet he made with Wei Zheng without hesitation.

"I came to bother you this time because I want to ask Mr. to do some calculations for us. I wonder if it's okay?" Li Shimin asked.

"Your Majesty wants to count, is it Madam?" Li Yi'an asked.

"I haven't said it yet, sir has already counted it." Li Shimin said with a smile.

"Then, let me congratulate Mr. Lang first."

"Why is there joy?"

"Happy!"

Embarrassed?

In other words, the eldest grandson Wugou is pregnant!

"Really...really?"