"Xuanling, are you afraid that I won't be able to live in peace for a day?" Li Shimin patted the letter on the bookcase, looked at Fang Qiao sadly and angrily, and said angrily.
Is it great to have such a little talent? Three poems were sent back at the same time. He was blatantly slapping someone in the face and mocking someone for not having poetic talent!
Fang Qiao took the letter from Zhang Anan, quickly browsed through the three poems, put the letter into his sleeve smoothly, crossed his hands and saluted, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, the poems written by King Teng are as beautiful as Hibiscus, with its natural elegance and taste, is in line with His Majesty’s vision of cleaning up the frivolous habits of the Six Dynasties. Your Majesty is very lucky, and the Tang Dynasty is very lucky!”
Twenty-Four Bridges On a moonlit night, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute? It is better than shyly showing off the jade face, and the golden saddles coming at night; it is better than playing the jade flute with the strings, and the golden diamonds returning one by one; not to mention the long night of sorting out the music, the lingering beauty has not returned, or the demon leisurely overtaking the Cai Cai, it is wonderful and wonderful. With such extravagant music as Gaotang, what else is your Majesty dissatisfied with? If a son of a certain family can write about the sun rising in the east and raining in the west, saying that there is no sunshine but there is sunshine, and a certain person cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle and having fun, he will have to drink three hundred cups!
Uh-huh... Li Shimin lowered his head and looked at the broken letter on the bookcase that he had photographed. I seemed to have a little thought... Is it off track? It is indeed more natural and elegant than the poem "Under the rustling leaves, the distant smoke scenery" (written by Chang Sun Wuji), and "The wild paths are always full of fragrance, and the mountain steps are repeatedly invaded by bamboo shoots" (written by Yang Shidao)... He sighed deeply and said: "Ananda, prepare the Mid-Autumn Festival sacrifices. I will go to the mausoleum in three days."
"Here." Zhang Anan responded softly, took three steps back, and turned around to leave. Regardless of whether His Majesty will actually go to dedicate the mausoleum, sacrifices must always be prepared, and Taichang Temple will send people to dedicate the mausoleum.
Fang Qiao sat on the low couch beside the bookcase, raised his hand and rubbed his face again, and asked helplessly: "Your Majesty, do you really want to go to the mausoleum?"
I have been calling for you for two years, but I have never seen you there, but this time there is something a little different. You actually asked Zhang Anan to prepare the sacrifice. It's just that... the late emperor probably doesn't want to be disturbed by you.
"..." Li Shimin looked at Fang Qiao in a daze. Did he talk too much, just like the story his younger brother told Si Zi, "The wolf is coming"? After hesitating for a moment, he said. "The clan members are with me, you and the officials of fourth rank and above, except those who are on duty, are all going with you. I want to pay tribute to the late emperor for the victory in the Battle of Songzhou and the Battle of Liaodong City."
The territory of the Tang Dynasty has exceeded the peak of the border expansion period of the Han Dynasty. At present, I just hope that Qu Wentai will not be timid and give someone a reason to send people over to take over Gaochang City, open up the Western Turks, and ensure that the trade routes will not be robbed by them again. Or partition... Maybe you can try a long steam car. A long steam car with artillery drives in the desert. You don't have to worry about the rampage of the Turks or the night attacks of the wolves, because they can't catch up at all... Tomorrow Call Wei Guizang to ask, the terrain needs to be surveyed by Yunhe Mansion, and the matter needs them to do more.
"Here." Fang Qiao stood up and said respectfully. "I will go to Taichang Temple and the Ministry of Rites to finalize the ceremony sequence right now. Can His Highness the Crown Prince wish to perform the ceremony alone to commemorate the happiness of the emperor's eldest grandson?"
The eldest grandson of the direct emperor represents the subsequent inheritance of the East Palace, which is also very important to the Tang Dynasty... At least judging from the current facts, the prince is more... powerful than the King of Wei. King Jin's focus is on the Civil Security Bureau, which can't be said to be bad. It's just that the structure is a bit smaller. Coupled with his weak and bully temper, he can't control the growing territory of the Tang Dynasty, so it's not within the scope of consideration. As for Wu Wangke, haha, unless the entire political hall has its brains kicked by the donkey of Guizhou. The so-called imitation of father, King Zhao Ruyi also imitates father, what is the use? Governing the country is not based on appearance.
Li Shimin tapped the letter with his fingers, nodded slightly and said: "Arrange for his second sacrifice, and the third sacrifice for... you will report the changes in Chang'an and Xicheng, lest he doesn't believe it."
The auxiliary machine has become more and more disorganized in recent months. I wonder what you are thinking about? When I chatted with him occasionally, I always felt like I was not in my right mind. His evaluation of his younger brother and Yunhe Mansion fluctuated. Between Jian Ao and admiration, there were repeated leaps and bounds. In order to avoid the same situation appearing in the memorial text, it was more secure for Fang Xuanling to offer sacrifices three times... Yang Jingyou would be able to come back the next day, but as Yang Gongren's body and bones It's getting worse and worse. He has gradually become the backbone of the Yang family in Hongnong. There are too many involved... The way of balance is very tiring.
"Here." Fang Qiao crossed his hands and saluted again, and suggested softly. "It is best for Prince Teng's poems to read only "A Hundred Flowers in Spring and a Moon in Autumn" and the inscription on a humble room, so as not to disturb the late emperor."
The donkeys of Guizhou, the elk of Linjiang and Chang'an salivate over the Double Ninth Festival, mocking the world for being too sharp, which the late emperor would not like due to his refined temperament. As for why it is too late to put on makeup and wash up, it is because there is a clear sky when there is no sunshine, or it may be necessary to drink three hundred cups at a time and buy wine beside the white clouds. It is too unrestrained and unrestrained for freedom. For the sake of the late emperor's coffin, it is better not to say it. Good.
Li Shimin raised his head and held his forehead, and said with great toothache: "The inscription on the humble room must indicate that it is an article sent to Wei Xuancheng, and do not mention the demolition of the wall... It should be written in the Spring and Autumn Period."
Aye could start a rebellion and become Emperor Taiwu, and could also win over Ouyang Xun, Yu Wenshi and others to submit to the Tang Dynasty. Of course, he would not be a cheerful figure, let alone a soft-hearted person. According to his character, he should prefer the donkey of Guizhou and the road in front of him without longitude and latitude, and the spring and autumn in the skin are black and yellow. However, as a son of a man, he cannot say it out and treat it as a taboo for relatives.
Fang Qiao thought of Chu Suiliang's confused expression when he was transferred to Yunhe Mansion, and his sincere words to his successor, Li Lang... He said softly: "I will definitely fulfill my mission."
Chu Suiliang said one and only one thing: You should read the Spring and Autumn Period carefully.
It turned out to be so spring and autumn.
"Your Majesty, there is news from the watchtower of Mingde Gate that Yang Zhongshu and Hou Shangshu are still thirty miles away from Chang'an." Ma Zhou, a member of Zhongshushe, walked out of the west compartment and reported softly.
Fang Qiao looked slightly cold. Hou Junji rushed back so eagerly. What did he want to do?
"Xuanling, take someone to greet him at Mingde Gate, and ask the guest to accompany him to Huliang Garden in Prince Teng's Mansion. He can rest for a hundred days before talking about anything else." Li Shimin said in a particularly gentle voice. The guest master is good at hunting. He follows birds at all times and never stops. The Lishui River in the west is known to all birds and beasts. Every time it comes out, birds and magpies follow it and make noise. Hou Junji can go with him and eat more roasted meat, which will help the wound recovery.
Fang Qiao's eyes flashed slightly and he admonished, "Your Majesty, Jun Xian is more suitable."
In the early years of Zhenguan (626 years), the Eastern Turks took advantage of the crisis and attacked Jingyang. The capital was shocked, especially some aristocratic families who wanted to dance with the wind and were ready to move. Li Junxian and Yuchi Jingde were ordered to meet the enemy and relieve the danger of Chang'an. From then on, they took charge of the Xuanwu Gate guard and did not move for more than ten years.
"Jun Xian likes to read the Spring and Autumn Period now, and often keeps the scroll in his hand. Reading at night until the third watch will affect Jun's rest and is not conducive to recuperation." Li Shimin put the somewhat broken letter into the wooden box and said softly.
Fang Qiao: "..."
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