God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

Divide the shot to cover the wax lamp red;

Alas, I listened to the drums and responded to the officials,

Go to Malantai and turn to the tent.

This poem is the masterpiece of Li Shangyin, the "poet ghost". Du He memorized it all on a whim, and simply gave it to Li Yuanshu.

Du He's voice disappeared for a long time, Li Yuanshu and Li Lizhi were immersed in the atmosphere of this poem.

The two have read poetry and books since they were young, so they can naturally understand the charm of this poem.

When the two of them came to their senses, when they looked up, Du He had long since disappeared, leaving only half a piece of paper on the table.

Li Yuanshu hurried forward, held the song "Untitled" in her hand, looked at the direction Du He left, and was in a daze for a while.

Chapter 61 Li Er Has a Headache

Tai Chi Temple.

After finishing the urgent chores, Li Er stood up, rubbed his numb arms, and sighed, only to find that the soup on the table was already cold.

This is the calming soup made by Empress Changsun in person in the evening watching the imperial chef, and delivered it to the imperial study. However, Li Er took a sip and put it on the table. When he got busy, he ignored it and completely forgot about it.

Li Er picked up the Anshen Soup and was about to drink it when Empress Changsun next to him stepped forward and said distressedly: "Your Majesty, the sugarcane soup is already cold and can't be drunk anymore. The concubine has arranged for someone to make it again. Your Majesty, tonight Let's go to the concubine's bedroom to rest."

Li Er nodded: "Alright."

Holding the hand of Empress Changsun, Li Ergang walked out of the imperial study.

Zhao Yang, who had been waiting by the side for a long time, hurried forward and said, "Your Majesty, this slave has something important to report!"

"Oh?" Li Er was taken aback, "It's so late, what can happen?"

Zhao Yang said cautiously: "Your Majesty, just now, when the slave passed by the East Inner Garden, I saw Du He, Princess Runan and Princess Changle drinking by the lake, so I came here to report to Your Majesty."

In fact, Zhao Yang had already returned to the imperial study room, but he was more trustworthy when he took Du He's money, and he did not report it to Li Er until this time.

When Li Er heard this, his face turned pale with shock: "There are other things like this, Du He is really daring..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Er hurried to the East Neiyuan with the eldest grandson empress and a group of eunuchs and court ladies.

Although the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty is civilized, private meetings between men and women are not allowed.

Especially the dignified princess who had a private meeting with Du He by the lake at night. If this news got out, the reputations of Li Lizhi and Li Yuanshu would be completely ruined.

Li Er anxiously rushed to the lake, but Du He had already left.

All that was left was a table full of untouched meals.

The candle is almost burnt out.

When Li Yuanshu and Li Lizhi saw Li Er, they hurriedly stood aside in fright, not daring to show their anger.

Li Er asked in a deep voice, "Where is Du He?"

Li Lizhi lowered her head and said, "Father, Du He has already left!"

Li Ergang wanted to get angry, but was stopped by Empress Changsun next to him.

Empress Changsun hurriedly persuaded: "Your Majesty, since this matter has already happened, it's better not to say anything."

Li Er thought for a while, nodded in agreement, turned around and said to Zhao Yang, "Please go on, if anyone dares to reveal a word about what happened tonight, he will be killed without mercy."

"Yes."

Zhao Yang was almost scared to death.

Then, when Li Eryi turned his head, he saw the piece of paper in Li Lizhi's hand, and he took it over to have a look.

I have to say that Du He's hard-tipped calligraphy is a bit more beautiful than brush calligraphy.

Moreover, this poem, Li Er could tell at a glance that it was clearly a love poem.

"Du He, you are so courageous..."

"This Du He is full of talent, but he doesn't do anything serious. I'm really mad!"

Li Er was speechless for a long time.

Not to mention anything else, just this poem can be crowned as the crown of Chang'an.

But what troubled Li Er was that Du He's actions were always unpredictable. If such a person was allowed to enter the court as an official, he might cause a lot of trouble.

"Humph!"

Li Er returned the poem to Li Yuanshu, turned and left angrily.

……

Confucius House.

The night is deep.

Kong Yingda was lying on the bed, her complexion paler than before.

The first time he vomited blood, he was angered by Du He, of course it is understandable, after all, that guy Du He is too hateful.

The second time he vomited blood, he was angered by a word from his grandson Kong Aniu.

This time, Kong Yingda couldn't figure it out no matter what, even his grandson who was less than eight years old didn't support him, but stood by Du He's side.

After yesterday's incident, Kong Niu had already been locked in his study, facing the wall and thinking about the past.

Not long after, Kong Yingda's three sons all gathered in front of the bed.

The eldest son Kong Zhiyuan.

The second son Kong Zhiyue.

Youngest son Kong Zhiliang.

Today, all three sons are officials in the court.

The eldest son is even a Cong Sipin and is expected to go further.

The Confucian family does not say that it is prosperous, and it will definitely not decline in a short time.

This made Kong Yingda feel a little proud.