Daqin storyteller, starting with an inventory of the top ten emperors

"When is the moon? Ask Qingtian for the wine."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng and Li Shimin's eyes lit up.

Mr. Bai Su, is this a poem?

Both of them were born in the family of emperors, so they naturally have extremely high literary accomplishments.

Li Shimin himself is a good poet.

When he heard the first sentence, he had a premonition.

This poem may surprise them!
"I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven."

It's not poetry, it's words!

A trace of astonishment flashed in Li Shimin's eyes.

Although words appeared later than poetry, they are extremely particular about the carving of words and sentences.

And rhythm coordination.

A good word is more rare than a good poem.

Mr. Bai Su's queer words might surprise him.

"I want to take the wind to go back, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold at the heights."

"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world."

Li Shimin was already in a daze, as if a moon palace appeared in front of his eyes.

Yuyu Qionglou, Zhuge Qihu, the cold and noble moon palace, the cold moonlight shines down.

Although rich and honorable, it is cold and depressing.

The eternally cold Moon Palace is not human after all.

How can the desolate scenery above the nine heavens compare to the beauty of the world where the brilliance is shining and the silver light is pouring out.

"Turn to Zhuge, low Qihu, and sleepless photos."

The moonlight circulates, the brilliance is clear and the night is condensed, the moonlight shines between the sky and the earth, but people are sleepless.

For some reason, Li Shimin and Ying Zheng's mood suddenly became a little depressed.

It seems that it is because of that sentence that there is no sleep.

With the beautiful scenery of thousands of miles of moonlight, how can people be sleepless?

"There shouldn't be hatred, what's the matter of longing for goodbye?"

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times."

"Nung, moon and new moon."

Bai Su did it in one go, breathed out the smell of alcohol, and was mingled with the moonlight.

After finishing the last word, he collapsed drunk on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

Everyone here has complicated emotions.

This que is naturally excellent.

Even Li Shimin was stunned.

The literary style of the Tang Dynasty is almost the most prosperous among all countries.

He had seen the blooming flowers in the poetry world of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but he was still shocked by this queer word!
With this queer word alone, Bai Su should be a sage!
Mr. Bai Su is indeed a great talent!

It's just that he doesn't have so many twists and turns now.

Bai Su's words successfully aroused his homesickness.

After leaving home for a long time, leaving the Empress Changsun, leaving Chengqian, Qingque, Lizhi, Pheasant...

In such a season, a que word evokes homesick memories.

Even Li Shimin couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Is it time to go home and have a look?

He also thought of the past.

In the past, the father had not raised his troops, and their family still lived in Taiyuan City.

At that time, there were fathers, mothers, Jiancheng, Xuanba, Xuanji, and Pingyang.

Their family is happy and harmonious, and they have not yet fought each other for the throne.

He suddenly missed that time.

I also suddenly missed my wife, grandson and my children.

It's a pity that everything that happened before can't go back.

However, he still has a chance to make up for the current situation.

After finishing the matter here, go back quickly.

Go back and spend good time with your grandson and your children!
As for Ying Zheng, he looked up at the moon sadly.

He has been a hostage in Xianyang, Zhao State since he was a child, and he lives with his mother.

His father ran back to Qin when he was very young.

During that time in Zhao country, only he and his mother depended on each other for life.

Because they are the protons of the Tyrant Qin, the treatment of their mother and son is not good.

The people of Zhao treated him harshly, and they were short of food and clothing all the year round.

But my mother always gave him the best food, even if she was starving.

It's not the Mid-Autumn Festival and the New Year's Eve.

No matter how difficult it is, his mother will give him the best and find ways to make him live well.

One year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao people deliberately reduced the food provided to them.

He still remembers it.

The Mid-Autumn Festival of that year, when other people's families were reunited happily.

He and his mother could only stay in the dilapidated house, watching the moonlight falling through the hole in the roof.

The moonlight is like water, sprinkled all over the small courtyard.

And the mother knocked on the door of the neighbor's house one after another, and finally begged for a corn bread.

At that time, he was so hungry that he gorged himself and ate up the whole wotou.

Mother didn't eat a bite, though she didn't eat anything either.

But she just looked at him tenderly.

Thinking back, it was actually the best food he had ever eaten in his life.

Later, he returned to Qin State, ascended the throne as king, annexed the six kingdoms, and established the mighty Great Qin!

But mother, but can not come back.

For Lao Ai and his illegitimate son, the mother wanted to kill herself.

I don't know when, he and his mother have changed...

Ying Zheng's eyes were full of sadness.

Mother has been dead for many years.

Until her death, the relationship between their mother and son was not eased.

He suddenly thought, if he hadn't returned to Qin country back then.

Maybe it will be better.

Although he is now the lord of a country.

But what he misses the most is the years in that dilapidated courtyard outside Handan City.

At that time, his mother was still gentle, and beside him was his mother.

A que word brought back the sad past of the two emperors.

For a while, the joyous atmosphere became a little depressed.

Xue Ji stared at Bai Su closely with her beautiful eyes, which were full of worry.

Mr. Bai Su, this poem is so sad.

Who is he missing, is it his family?

Yes, I think it must be.

I have known him for so long, but I have never met his family members.

Presumably, his family is far away.

He misses them...

Looking at Bai Su, who was drunk on the table, suddenly there was unreasonable affection in her heart.

Then, without knowing what to think, he gently held Bai Su's hand by accident.

His hands are big, warm, and reassuring.

Xue Ji's heart, wandering all over the world, seems to have finally found peace by his side.

Xue Ji's heart gradually settled down.

Ying Zheng and Li Shimin bid farewell to each other when they saw Bai Su drunk.

Today's que is indeed astonishing, and they can't help but want to praise it.

But it was also this phrase that reminded them of those most cherished times.

Looking at it now, there is only bitterness and sadness.

Because, the old man passed away, and the relatives were scattered.

Those good times are also gone.

Ying Zheng is now in a hurry to go back to the palace to meet the children.

Li Shimin made up his mind to wait until the matter here was dealt with.

Just go back to Chang'an!

Spend time with your grandson and children!

Bai Su was carried back to the room by Ximen Chuuxue and Zhao Yun to rest.

Xue Ji sat on the side and guarded him.

To be honest, the alcohol content of this era is not too high.

There is no way to compare with later generations.

But Bai Su was still drunk.

Maybe it has nothing to do with alcohol.

It's probably because everyone gets drunk if they don't get drunk.

In such a festive season, under such an atmosphere, he felt homesick.