Datang Fenghua Road

The ministers present were stunned, and the ladies were stunned. Everyone looked at each other, a thought suddenly flashed in their minds, and they said with a strange expression: "Is this your majesty? Is that the majestic emperor?"

Li Shimin didn't care about everyone's reaction, and continued to squat there to please Xiao Shi, with a gentle smile on his face, he kept instigating: "Good grandson, show it to Grandpa Huang, what are you donating? Let Grandpa Emperor see what kind of baby it is."

"It's the poem I wrote!" Xiao Shishi proudly raised his chest and said loudly, "The words taught by my mother, the sentences taught by my father, and then I practiced it a hundred times by myself, and only then did I write the most satisfying one. open."

"Really? My grandson can already write poetry?" Li Shimin exclaimed exaggeratedly, and said in a hurry, "Hurry up and show it to Grandpa Huang."

Xiao Shishi smiled shyly, pointed out the emperor's language sickness, and said, "It's not the poem I wrote, it's the poem I wrote. Grandpa Huang, didn't you hear clearly? The words were taught by my mother, and the sentences were taught by my father..."

"Oh, oh, it's Grandpa Huang who heard it wrong, don't be angry, my dear grandson." Li Shimin didn't have the emperor's temper, so he squatted there and apologized to the child.

Little Stone nodded, and cherished it and took out a piece of paper from his arms.

Li Shimin took over and recited aloud, proudly holding it up, saying, "The grass grows in the Lili Plain, withering once every year, the wildfire can't be burnt out, and the spring breeze blows again? Hmm, this is the emperor's killing, cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, ahahaha not bad. That's right, my good grandson has actually started to learn the emperor's mind..."

Xiao Shitou was stunned for a while, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and snatched the paper over, with a twisted expression, he hurriedly shouted: "I gave it wrong, I gave it wrong, this one was not written by me, it was written by Li Tianying. Now I am a family member. Big brother, all of their homework must be handed over to me for inspection, and my grandson forgot to keep it at home because of his playfulness, and even put it in his arms along with my poems."

He said that he hurriedly put the piece of paper into his arms, and then rummaged in his chest for a long time. Then he carefully took out another piece of paper and proudly handed it to Li Shimin: "This is what I wrote, my grandson wants it. Take it out and donate..."

"Okay! As long as it is a good grandson's thing, the grandfather will give a big price."

Li Shimin smiled softly, held up the piece of paper again and recited it aloud, saying: ""Compassion to the Farmers", on the day of hoeing, sweat drips down the soil, who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard... Who in the world does not rot , has never been passed down through the ages. But because of the tears of the people, the hunger and cold are as fierce as a tiger..."

The emperor was suddenly stunned when he read it, and said in a daze: "This seems to be two poems? Pieced together into a meaning!"

Xiao Shi was very proud and said loudly: "It was made by my grandson himself. I think the people are very pitiful. Grandpa Huang, don't blame your father. I will sell this poem to you, and then donate it to the poor people in exchange for money. You I also know that my grandson is not yet an adult, and my mother doesn't give me pocket money."

Li Shimin's eyes kept flashing, and he stared at his eldest grandson thoughtfully.

Then he looked at Li Tianying next to him and asked, "You wrote the song "Leaving Liyuan on the Grass" just now, right?"

Li Tianying is known as the little tiger on the grassland. Before he was five years old, he lived with Youyou on the grassland. This little guy had no fear of Li Shimin, and said loudly: "Yes, what about the grandfather's writing? A theory."

Sure enough, it is indeed a little tiger on the grassland, and he dares to talk about us to the emperor.

But strictly speaking, Li Tianying is not wrong, because he is now the little khan of the golden sword on the grassland, and he is already an emperor in terms of status, an emperor on an equal footing with Li Shimin.

Speaking of which, even Han Yue is only a prince now, but one of his sons is already a Khan of the Golden Sword.Another daughter is going to Silla soon and will soon inherit the throne of that country.

Li Shimin laughed, suddenly looked at Han Yue with great meaning, and said lightly: "The poems of Tianying are decisive in killing, and the poems of stones are full of compassion. The poems can show the nature of the heart, and you two children can be emperors. "

Those who kill decisively can be pioneering monarchs.

Those who are full of compassion can be sages and emperors.

Han Yue was also thoughtful, looking at his two children subconsciously, and then he looked at the other five children, and suddenly said with emotion: "My son is busy all day, but he didn't notice that the children have begun to shape their hearts, What the royal father said was true. It was indeed a solid stone and a strong eagle. I recalled the situation again. It seems that Jinger’s two children are heroic, Ling Xue’s son is oily, Jin Linger’s girl is stubborn, and… "

He suddenly stopped talking, because the last child was born to Hou Haitang, and Li Chengqian and the ministers were all there now, so it was inconvenient for Han Yue to comment.

Li Shimin glanced at him with deep meaning, and slowly spit out twelve words with deep meaning, and said solemnly: "Congratulations to my Li family, the inheritance can be continued."

This is because I feel that the children have grown up slowly, and it is seen from the heart that they will definitely make a difference in the future.

At this time, Xiao Shi was still staring at Li Shimin with his face raised, obviously waiting for Grandpa Huang to give him an answer.

Li Shimin suddenly stopped caring about Gu Hanyue, turned around and held up a small stone to recite the poem again, and said loudly: ""Compassion to the Farmers", the day of hoeing at noon, sweat dripping down the soil, who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard work ... Who in the country is not corrupt, and it has never been passed down through the ages. But because of the tears of the people, the hunger and cold are as fierce as a tiger..."

The last four sentences are obviously not famous sentences, and some of them do not match the style and rhyme. However, Li Shimin gave a very high evaluation and said loudly to all the ministers: "Have you heard clearly, this is a poem written by my eldest grandson, and this poem is worth thousands of dollars. , I want it to spread to the world. Fang Xuanling, come here..."

The old man hurried forward, bowed his hands and said, "Your Majesty, please speak."

Li Shimin's eyes flashed, and he said solemnly: "It is proposed that this Great Tang Imperial Examination, the whole country will add a title, and use the grandson's song "Pity for Agriculture" as a reference to see what the scholars will write. hindsight."

After saying this, he paused for a while, and solemnly said again: "As long as anyone who can write a good view, even if the other subjects are all wrong, they will pass the test and be treated as a royal boy."

Fang Xuanling was stunned for a while, then blurted out: "If this is the case, wouldn't the son of the common people have the upper hand?"

The children of the common people have lived in the folk since childhood, and naturally have a lot of feelings about the people's livelihood.This song "Pity for Agriculture" depicts the things of the poor people, and everyone from the poor family must be able to write their own reflections from their hearts.

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Chapter 737 Forcing the rich to take the bait

Li Shimin let out a long sigh and said lightly: "I just want to be partial and let the poor family get some benefits. Fang Qiao doesn't want to make a noise. Let's do this."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Han Yue, and said with a smile, "My son, don't blame me for meddling in your imperial examination. My imperial edict must be issued."

Han Yue bowed his hands and said solemnly: "My son thanks the father and the emperor, and all the people should respect this. This decree of yours may make the poor family rise from now on..."

Yes, the rise of the poor and the children of the poor have a way out. This matter should have happened after Tang Xuanzong. However, through Han Yue's efforts and Li Shimin's support, this rise is likely to be advanced 50 years.

At this time, the sky was getting closer to dusk, a slanting sun in the western sky was gradually setting, and the campfire pipa sounded in the camp, illuminating the night that was slowly becoming dark.

Han Yue suddenly let out a sigh of relief. He first glanced at all the ministers present, and then turned his attention to the noble ladies who supported him. His eyes passed over Mrs. Fang, over Mrs. Qin Qiong, and bit Mrs. Jin...

Finally, he looked at his daughter-in-law Xiaodoudou, Li Chengqian's wife Hou Haitang, Li Tai's wife Yan Wan, and finally the eldest grandson who always supported him and supported him.

Han Yue suddenly folded his hands and saluted solemnly: "King Zhao of the West Mansion, thank you for your support!"

He didn't call himself a son or husband, nor did he use his own name, but instead directly used the four characters Xifu Zhao Wang, which was his royal title, and once he used his title to salute someone, it was an extremely serious matter.

No one dared to pick up the ladies present, they all bowed their knees slightly and returned the salute, even Doudou and other women did the same, bowed their knees and said "dare not".

Han Yue smiled, his eyes were obviously shining, he raised his head to look at the western sky, and muttered: "You want to donate jewelry to save the people, it's really a good thing in your heart. But this king can't accept these donations, your kindness is this king I got it..."

Having said that, he looked at Empress Zhangsun and smiled, "Empress mother, put away the phoenix hairpin. This item is a must have for Empress of the Tang Dynasty. We are not poor enough to sell it."

The eldest grandson sighed faintly, stretched out his hand to gather his messy hair, then slowly raised his wrist and inserted the golden phoenix hairpin back.

Han Yue looked at Xiaodoudou again, looked at Hou Haitang and Yan Wan, and said warmly, "You are the wife of the king, and the accessories on your head should not be moved lightly. Put them away, put them away for me."

He is Doudou's husband and the eldest son of the royal family. The eldest brother in ancient times is like a father. Han Yue, the elder brother of the royal family, dare not discipline the prince and the prince, and even the female family members of the royal family are qualified to manage.

Doudou and the three women did not dare to refute, and each obediently inserted the golden hairpin back.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the bonfire in the campsite was burning brightly. Han Yue suddenly laughed and waved his hand: "Let's cook, everyone is hungry, men of state affairs are here, women don't come out!"

Speaking of this, I felt a bit hard, and it might hurt the ladies who supported him, so Han Yue quickly changed his tone and pretended to be naughty at the eldest grandson: "Mother, please lead everyone away, there are you. I'm staring at me here, I'm very shy, I want to say something serious, but I can't express myself."

"Pooh!"

The eldest grandson laughed and scolded, and said, "The stinky boy doesn't know the good heart, and the mother will never care about you again."

Although they said so, everyone knew that the queen was just joking. The ladies laughed and laughed together, and soon followed the queen to the back to start cooking.

Today, everyone caught a lot of fish, and the fish was simmered directly in water. The night was blurry, but the smell was strong, and many ministers sniffed subconsciously, feeling really hungry in their stomachs.

Everyone was summoned by the emperor in the morning, and they spent the whole day fishing and disguising. When they didn't eat in the evening, they all gathered here to find out the purpose of King Zhao's trip to Luoyang.