Datang: Starting from Li Jiancheng

Chapter 41 Wei Zheng stands up for Luo Bin

"It's really a good poem..."

"Every capital is enough to be passed down through the ages. Lord Hou is a well-deserved poet!" Wei Zheng praised, and his eyes were full of respect when he looked at Luo Bin.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that these poems were written overnight while drunk."

"I can't even believe that these vicissitudes of life poems were written by a young man in his early twenties."

Luo Bin touched his nose in embarrassment when he heard the words. After all, these poems were the masterpieces of literati and poets in their lifetime, but they were used to pretend to be coercive.

"Master Wei, please stop praising me, I'm feeling a little embarrassed."

After hearing Luo Bin's words, Wei Zheng immediately smiled, "I can't see that you are still shy."

"Okay, I still have something to do at home, so I won't stay any longer."

After saying this, Wei Zheng stood up and bowed his hands to Luo Bin.

Luo Bin responded and didn't stay longer.

After all, Wei Zheng was the counselor of the first prince, and he was the person Li Shimin feared the most. If the two of them get together often, they will die sooner.

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In the imperial study.

He has also heard a little about Luo Bin writing a hundred poems while drunk. Although he still doesn't know the specific content, he is still not angry at the fact that the world gave the title of poet fairy to a boy in his early twenties .

I think that Li Shimin was also a young man with a brilliant literary talent when he was young. Even now he is obsessed with composing poems, but he just disdains to spread them.

Thinking of this, Li Shimin pursed his lips, "Come here, invite ministers of the fifth rank and above to visit the Imperial Garden together."

"Yes." The little eunuch replied, and immediately went to do it.

After a while, Li Shimin appeared in the imperial garden with a group of civil and military officials.

Today was supposed to be a rest day, and everyone was called here temporarily by Li Shimin.

Everyone thought that Li Shimin wanted to discuss important national affairs with them, but he asked them to visit the Imperial Garden together for a long time?

No need!
They are tired of seeing this imperial garden!

Li Shimin saw everyone's thoughts, cleared his throat, and then said: "A few new flower species have been added to this imperial garden a while ago, and I specially invite all my lovers to come and watch."

"After all, the earthquakes and smallpox hit one after another a while ago, and all the lovers must be in a trance, so I will take you to relax today."

When everyone heard the words, they all complimented Li Shimin with a half-hearted smile.

However, they still feel that lying down and sleeping at home can make people feel more relaxed physically and mentally.

At this moment, Li Shimin suddenly and solemnly cleared his throat, and then said: "The spring of the Forbidden Garden is beautiful, and the flowers and trees are beautiful. The stripes are of dark and light colors, and the spots are of uneven light. Thousands of smiles towards the sun, and one fragrance towards the wind. How to be immortal On the side of the mountain, is there a unique beauty hidden in the distance?"

As soon as Li Shimin finished speaking, a minister stepped forward in surprise, "Good poetry, Your Majesty."

The rest of the people immediately echoed, "Your Majesty's palace poems are truly unprecedented, and they can be called the best songs of all time!"

Li Shimin raised his chin with some pride when he heard the words, "Don't you love me, don't brag about me. Poetry is a generation of talented people. I heard that Marquis Wu has been called a poet by the scholars all over the world."

Seeing this, another person stepped forward immediately, "Your Majesty, we have never heard of anything written in Marquis Wu's poem, and we don't know exactly what it is."

"But I heard that Marquis Wu composed one hundred and eight poems after he was drunk. The number is large, but the quality may be worrying."

"I think that the name of Marquis Wu is probably based on the amount of things he does, so it can't be taken seriously." The official smiled and then cupped his hands at Li Shimin, "In terms of poetry, Marquis Wu is definitely not as good as that." His Majesty."

These words made Li Shimin's heart full of joy, and when he was about to be humble, Wei Zheng who was on the side quickly stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, although Marquis Wu is drunk and composes hundreds of poems, the quality is the best. Each capital is a masterpiece that can be passed down through the ages. Marquis Wu definitely deserves the title of Poetry Immortal." Wei Zheng frowned and stared at him just now The sycophant said, "Your Majesty's palace-style poems are indeed very good, but I think they are much worse than Marquis Wu."

Wei Zheng was a famous straight minister in history, but his emotional intelligence was extremely low. If it weren't for Empress Changsun who kept protecting him, and if Li Shimin was indeed a good emperor, Wei Zheng would have been stabbed to death hundreds of times.

Li Shimin's complexion instantly sank when he heard the words, obviously displeased.

And just now, the minister was also a little angry, squinting his eyes and stepped forward, "All the literati's poems about Marquis Wu are vague, how does Master Wei know that Marquis Wu is worthy of the name?"

Wei Zheng immediately snorted coldly, "Because the old man just came out of Marquis Wu's residence and saw the poems written by Marquis Wu."

The man was still full of disdain, "Since this is the case, why don't Mr. Wei recite a poem and let us taste it?"

Wei Zheng responded without fear when he heard the words, "I'm not talented. When Lord Wuhou wrote one hundred and eight poems, I only memorized one."

"But this poem is comparable to all the famous works today."

After saying that, Wei Zheng lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and then chanted in a deep voice, "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky, and it will rush to the sea and never return."

"You can't see, Gaotang Mingjing is sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow."

"hiss!"

Just two sentences are enough to make everyone taste it, and everyone's eyes are full of surprise.

However, the eyes of Li Shimin and the minister just now darkened immediately.

However, Wei Zheng continued, "If you are happy in life, you must have all the joy. Don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the gold is gone."

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. When you are about to drink, don't stop drinking. Let's play a song with Junge, please listen to me."

When Luo Bin recited the poems, he deliberately removed the scorpion, Dan Qiusheng, so that his face was exposed.

"The bells, drums, and jade are not expensive. I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk. The sages and sages in ancient times are lonely, but the drinkers keep their names."

"In the old days, King Chen had a feast of banquets, and had a lot of wine fighting. Why did the master say that the money is too small, so he has to sell it to the king."

"Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrows with you."

After Wei Zheng finished his poem, he immediately stared at the official who had just argued with Wei Zheng, "My lord, what do you think of Marquis Wu's poem?"

"I don't know if I, Wei Zheng, have boasted about Marquis Wu. Is Marquis Wu worthy of being called the Immortal of Poetry?"

Facing Wei Zheng's aggressiveness, the adult's complexion was as dark as the bottom of a pot just now, but he didn't know how to refute.

After all, this poem is really well written, and he can't even pick out any faults. If he opens his eyes and gossips at this moment, he may be laughed at by other literati in the future.

Li Shimin on the side pursed his lips when he saw this, and then said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that Marquis Wu could write such a famous novel at such a young age. I am ashamed of myself."

After all, this Lord Wang is also standing up for him. As the king of a country, how can he make the meritorious officials feel cold?
(End of this chapter)