Datang: Only by resisting the decree can we become stronger

After returning yesterday, someone had ordered it to be mounted by Li Shimin and Empress Changsun.

Waiting for Princess Youle to wake up and watch.

Upon seeing this, Princess Youle subconsciously walked over to have a look.

The first reaction was to frown, "Who wrote this, it's so ugly."

The second time Princess Youle saw the title of this poem, Furong Garden? Princess Youle is drunk? ?

Is this poem mocking myself for losing my temper after drinking?

Ever since, her frown became even deeper.

but……

When Youle frowned and read the poems inside, he was instantly attracted and completely shocked.

The state of mind rendered in the poem almost coincides with her now.

Afterwards, Princess Youle opened her red lips lightly, and slowly read the verse inside:

"Who abandons me, shall not keep the day of yesterday."

"Those who mess with my mind will be so troubled today."

"The long wind sends the autumn geese for thousands of miles, and you can enjoy the tall buildings."

"When you draw a knife to cut off the water, the water will flow even more, and if you raise a glass, your sorrow will be relieved."

"Life is unsatisfactory in this world, and the Ming Dynasty spread out boats..."

When reading these verses, Princess Youle's eye circles couldn't help turning red again.

"This garden-garden, joy-pleasure); Abandonment-abandonment, chaos-chaos, worry-worry;

Changfengwanli - Changfengwanli;

Right, floor - right, floor;

Cut off the water - cut off the water, raise a glass - raise a glass; dislike - dislike, disseminate - disseminate..."

"Could this be the famous Happy Body?"

Among the folks, Li Qiu has a more famous name besides the Great General of Shenwu and the King of Beiping.

Xiaoyaogong...

Therefore, Li Qiu often writes the masterpiece poems, as well as the very distinctive simplified characters on them, which are called Xiaoyao style.

It is already a school of its own and has been famous in Chang'an City for a long time.

If it were someone else, if he wrote Li Qiu's ugly handwriting, he would probably be scolded to death.

But Li Qiu is the only one who wrote the story of Butterfly Lovers and composed the tunes of "A Happy Journey" and "Blessed Lovers".

Especially the one after another peerless poems that have become the benchmarks that countless people pursue and admire.

If someone has an authentic painting of Xiaoyaogong, it will definitely attract the envy and pursuit of countless people.

Especially for those merchants in the Tang Dynasty, the Persian merchants are even more flocking to Li Qiu's calligraphy.

No expense spared, shop everywhere.

It's a pity that Li Qiu has left few calligraphy treasures over the years.

The only few words were carefully preserved by Li Jing and others.

As time goes by, under the circumstances that there is a price but no market, Li Qiu's calligraphy and Xiaoyao style are even rarer and more precious, and they are more and more admired by people.

Think Li Qiuzhi font, although ugly at first glance.

But it contains another spirit and attitude towards life.

He was able to rise from an ordinary merchant to the top of the sky, behead two Turkic Khans, and save Datang and countless civilians from fire and water.

Throughout the past and present, there is only Xiaoyaogong alone.

Chapter 502 This is really incomparable

Just when Princess Youle was staring at the words in a daze, the old eunuch Xu De walked in with a smile and saluted Princess Youle.

"Your Highness, are you awake?"

"This painting was written and presented to the princess by the king of Peking yesterday after the princess got drunk."

Hearing his words, You Le agreed softly, and then carefully put the writing back on the table.

At this time, Xu De said with a smile again: "Your Royal Highness may not know yet."

"After this poem of the King of Peking was written, it spread throughout Chang'an almost overnight."

"Nowadays, in the streets and alleys, in the houses of every family, there are countless people who are reciting and commenting on this poem."

"Especially this pair of calligraphy from Her Royal Highness is worth thousands of gold."

"This gift from the King of Peiping to Your Royal Highness, the Princess, is not invaluable."

"Also, this time I'm here with the princess, and my empress has given special instructions."

"If Her Royal Highness likes the Furong Garden, you can go there whenever you want during this time."

"However, there are still many people accompanying me, and I can't drink like this anymore."

Listening to Xu De's words, Princess Youle sighed softly in her heart.

Nod to show understanding.

Perhaps right now, only by leaving the palace and staying in the Furong Garden can she relieve some of the boredom and sorrow in her heart.

……

At this moment, in the entire Chang'an City, whether it is the alleys and streets, the brothels in Pingkangfang, or the dignitaries, officials in the imperial city.

They are all reciting and commenting on this poem.

Before 600 AD, people's entertainment and cultural life was too scarce.

Whoever comes up with such a catchy and beautiful poem full of artistic conception will definitely become a hit.

The reputation then spread throughout Chang'an City.

This is especially true for people like Li Qiu who are deeply loved by the people and have long been famous for their talents.

So when this poem came out from the Furong Garden yesterday, it immediately exploded in Chang'an City.

It has caused countless boudoir girls and women in the world to feel sad and feel sorry for themselves with this poem.

And there are also countless unsatisfactory officials, scholars, and literati, who are deeply moved by the sentence "Life is not satisfactory in this world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads boats".

In Changsun Wuji's mansion, Changsun Chong hid in his room and drank secretly.

Then began another day of his drunken dreams.

But somehow, just in time for Changsun Wuji to return home, he ran into this scene.

For a while, Changsun Wuji was very angry, and gave him a good reprimand.

"You unworthy bastard!"

"It's just such a little blow, and you're depressed like this?"

"My eldest grandson Wuji has been through many storms and waves in his life, how did he give birth to such a useless son like you?!"

"If you really have that kind of courage and determination, you can raise your sword and spear, and ride a horse to find the Turks to fight!"

"Even if you haven't practiced martial arts, even if you make some appearances in any aspect."

"Look at Li Qiu, the king of Peking, who is only a year or two older than you."

"Two years ago, he had fought hard against Youzhou, killed Turkic generals, and killed Turkic Jieli Khan!"

As soon as he heard his father comparing himself with Li Qiu, Changsun Chongchou almost burst into tears.

"Father, no matter how good the child is, he shouldn't be compared with the King of Peking, right?"

"Let's not talk about the baby, even in the whole Tang Dynasty, even Uncle Yuchi and Uncle Qin Qiong were not as good as they were when they were young, right?"

Changsun Wuji was furious at this moment, and kept nodding his head.

"Okay, okay, you still have the face to argue here."

"Then I won't use you to compete with Li Qiu in martial arts."

"Let's compare the head office of reading, shall we?"

"You can't say that the Confucianism and Confucianism and history you have studied since you were a child, can't compare with Li Qiu?"

"But there is such a thing as Princess Le's marriage, and they wrote a poem for you, "If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will worry about tomorrow." "

"Yesterday in Furong Garden, he wrote another poem for Princess Youle."

After finishing speaking, Changsun Wuji directly threw the copied poems in front of Changsun Chong.

Chang Sun Chong really had never been spoiled since he was a child, and his knowledge is still very deep.

So after reading it roughly once, I immediately judged that this is a famous piece that will definitely last forever.

At this time, looking at his astonished and amazed expression, Changsun Wuji went on to say: "Look at him!"

"Look at you again!"

"Such a thing happened, besides drinking and buying drunk all day long, what else did you do?!"

"Even if you can write such a poem like Li Qiu, can it become a good story?"

"Can it also give Princess Youle a kind of comfort?"

Hearing Changsun Wuji's scolding, Changsun Chong's eyes were full of ashes.

Ask yourself, his elder Sun Chong sometimes recites poems with his friends to fight against each other.

But like the one in front of him, the standard is too high, which makes him feel ashamed and far behind.

……

On the other side, in the imperial city, the door is under the province.

Wang Gui, Wei Zheng, and Wei Ting got together to comment on this new poem written by Li Qiu.

Wang Gui, who likes this mouth the most, is constantly sighing.

"Since I became the Prime Minister of this province, I have been busier every day."

"I think back then, we were still in Li Qiu's old house."

"Singing songs during the day, drinking and shooting Sirius, and eating Yuzitongpao (mutton skewers)."

"It's easy, comfortable, and happy."

Wei Ting also nodded at this moment, "That's true, despite the fact that Li Qiu's poems are not many."

"But almost every article that is exported is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation."

"Sometimes I just want to shake the ink out of his stomach and see how many good things are still hidden in there."

Wei Zheng also felt emotional at this time, "So it's been a long time, and I haven't been able to go to his Furong Garden to get together."

"But now his wife is getting closer and closer to giving birth."

"Let's not bother him for the time being."

"When the child is full moon, let's prepare enough congratulatory gifts and go to him to have a good drink!"

……

Except on the side of Menxia province, because Wang Gui, Wei Ting and the others are extremely friendly with Peiping Wang Li Qiu.

So much so that under their leadership, the relationship between some officials of Menxia Province and Li Qiu is acceptable.

But in Shangshu Sheng and Zhongshu Sheng, they are completely different.

They are right about the poem and not about the person. Even when they comment on this poem, they are extremely cautious.

Especially dare not mention the name of King of Peking.

I am afraid that I will be criticized and xenophobic by my colleagues.