Li Ke suddenly remembered that this poem was from the Anshi Rebellion period.
The author saw that life was in ruins and people had nothing to do.
The overall idea is to oppose continuous wars and call on soldiers to lay down their weapons.
If placed in peacetime, it would be a good anti-war poem.
But the problem is that for the Tang Dynasty under Li Er's rule, the tone of this poem is obviously inconsistent.
The Turks and Tuyuhun had only been pacified not long ago, and there were two forces in the west, Gaochang and Xue Yantuo, who were eyeing them.
To the east, Goguryeo was also a serious concern for Li Shimin.
Li Ke's background was inherently sensitive, and his mother, Concubine Yang, was a Hu.
If he really wanted to write this poem, what would others think of him?
Talk about peace with the barbarians on the grassland? Are you a spy sent by them?
What's more, they may directly label him as anti-Tang.
Don't forget, this has just been calmed down, and people's nerves have not yet completely relaxed.
The former possibility is indeed quite outrageous, and I guess not many people would believe it.
But in the case of the latter, once the crime is confirmed, his eight lives are not enough for Li Shimin to kill him.
"Where is Zeguo...? Why have I never heard of it?"
The girl frowned, thinking hard.
"Also, why don't you read it anymore?"
"It suddenly occurred to me that exchanging a bottle of wine for a poem would be an advantage for you."
Li Ke said without changing his expression.
"How about this, how about you get me some liquor and I'll read this poem to you?"
"You are too shameless." The girl muttered dissatisfiedly.
"If you say that, you are listening to my poem for nothing."
Li Ke was unwilling to be outdone.
"All right."
Although the girl was helpless, she could only choose to accept it.
She stretched out her hand and placed it in front of Li Ke.
"Tick."
"...This girl is not very good."
Li Ke hesitated.
The hook-up game began in the Han Dynasty as a couple's game played between the famous prime minister Sima Xiangru and the talented girl Zhuo Wenjun.
In feudal society, the concept of ethics was still very serious.
Men and women should not be intimate with each other, which is the basic concept imprinted in everyone's mind.
Let alone hands, no part of a woman's body can be touched by a man.
"What nonsense."
The girl said impatiently.
"You even used my wine bottle, so why should you care about this."
Damn it!
Li Ke was stunned for a moment. No wonder there was a fragrance at the spout. He thought it was a traditional custom in the harem.
Seeing the girl's insistent eyes, he could only stretch out his left hand.
Their little fingers intertwined and their thumbs pressed together lightly.
"Once a man has made his word, it is hard to follow him."
The girl seemed to have completed something on her mind, and a smile appeared on her face again.
"I'll go first. You have your poems ready and waiting for me."
Looking at the girl's leaving figure, Li Ke felt a little complicated in his heart.
Although the book records that the Tang Dynasty was a dynasty with relatively open views on gender, this was the first time he had seen such a woman.
"I just hope it won't be another Gao Yang..."
Although it is the life ideal of some people to die under the peony flowers, it is also romantic to be a ghost.
But Li Ke felt that his own life was more important.
…
the other side.
"Your Majesty, it's already midnight, it's time to rest."
In the Manlu Palace, Wang Meng, the eunuch in charge, offered a cup of tea.
Li Shimin picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"The documents from the Ministry of Education have not been processed yet. Please tell the Ministry of Internal Affairs to postpone the bedtime until Xu hour."
"yes."
Wang Meng bowed.
"The Queen has arrived——"
The eunuch's announcement came from outside the palace.
Li Shimin waved his hand gently, and Wang Meng stepped aside knowingly.
"Erlang, although court affairs are important, you must also pay attention to your health."
Changsun walked up to Li Shimin, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his temples.
"I understand... I will take a rest after all the papers on the table have been dealt with."
Li Shimin closed his eyes, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Changsun winked at Wang Meng who was bowing aside.
The latter understood, quietly picked up a pile of memorials and threw them into the box.
"Erlang, I came here this time to show you a poem."
"Oh? The queen is so elegant? I want to come and hear it."
Li Shimin opened his eyes and suddenly became interested.
"I didn't write it from my concubine."
Changsun covered his mouth and snickered, took out a piece of rice paper and placed it in front of Li Shimin.
"Erlang, you can see for yourself."
"This is... written by who?"
Li Shimin took the rice paper and immediately frowned.
The handwriting on the paper is thin and strong, even thin without losing its flesh. The large characters are especially graceful and graceful.
The strokes are relatively thin and hard, and the brushwork is exposed, and traces of brushstrokes such as running Tetons can be clearly seen.
Li Ke used the thin gold calligraphy created by Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. It was also a calligraphy that he liked very much and made great efforts to practice.
The mainstream calligraphy forms in the early Tang Dynasty were Zhen, Xing, Kai and Zhuan.
Li Ke suddenly wrote such a font, no wonder Li Shimin was so surprised.
"This is written by Ke'er."
Changsun said with a smile.
"Ke'er?"
The surprise on Li Shimin's face was even worse.
Li Ke's lessons were taught by Wang Gui.
Wang Gui was born in the Wang family of Taiyuan, and he used Zhongzhengping regular script and running script.
Logically speaking, Li Ke should inherit his mantle.
Even if you don't follow what he taught, there won't be such a big difference.
Li Shimin, who was suspicious by nature, looked cold and spoke slowly.
"Ke'er, it's really a surprise..."
"When I saw it for the first time, I was very surprised."
Changsun said.
"But Your Majesty, there is no need to think about these details. Let's read the poem first."
"Okay, as you say."
Li Shimin nodded.
"Drinking Alone Under the Moon"
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."
"Raise a glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows."
"The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me."
"For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring."
"My singing moon wanders, my dancing shadows are scattered."
"We make love together when we are awake, and we separate when we are drunk."
"We will never travel without love, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan."
After finishing the poem, Li Shimin didn't speak for a long time.
"Is this...really written by Ke'er?"
The surprise on Li Shimin's face was beyond words.
"It's absolutely true, I saw it with my own eyes."
Changsun said with great certainty.
"This...is really..."
Li Shimin struggled for a long time and couldn't find any suitable adjectives.
Don’t blame him for this reaction, this is Shixian’s masterpiece.
Looking at ancient and modern times, it is also one of the top ten moon chanting poems.
Especially in the early Tang Dynasty, when the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties was prevalent, it was at its peak when it appeared.
To describe it as Wang Zha is not an exaggeration at all.
"Tell me...have I been too indifferent to him on weekdays?"
After a long while, Li Shimin sighed heavily.
"Raise a glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people... In such a huge Prince Wu's palace, he can't even find anyone with whom he can drink?"
