Among the crowd, Cheng Chumo's voice was still heard by the people in front of the pavilion. Even though he didn't shout deliberately, he couldn't hold back his naturally loud voice.
Moreover, when the three brothers from the Cheng family stood in the crowd, they looked taller than others, and the sixteen-year-old Qin Huaidao was also a burly man. How could this group of people not attract the attention of others?
"Oh, who do I think it is? It turns out to be the eldest fool of the Cheng family. How dare you come to this polite place with just a few of you?"
The speaker was Du He. Du Ruhui, the Duke of Lai, unfortunately died young in the fourth year of Zhenguan, leaving only two sons, Du Gou and Du He.
The eldest son Du Gou was a loyal man. He served as a moderate official in the court and lived a prosperous life.
Only the youngest son, Du He, was idle all day long. He liked to hang out with the second-generation princes, go around fighting dogs, and drink and have fun.
"Du Laoer, who do you think is the fool? Let's see if I, Lao Cheng, don't tear your stinking mouth apart——"
Being insulted by a guy like Du He in public would make the clay figure very angry, let alone Cheng Chumo, who is big and thick.
"What? You want to fight? -"
Although Du He is thin and withered, Chai Lingwu next to him is also a big, round, brave and fierce person.
"Cheng Chumo, did you see that we are reciting poems and composing poems here tonight? We were named the leader on the spot and received fifty taels of gold as a bonus."
"If you really have a second thought, go to the left and write a poem. If you think you don't have those two brushes, it won't be difficult for you. Just go to the right and drink two bowls of old wine. Let's stay there wherever it's cool - —”
When Fang Yiai saw the three old Cheng brothers and the old Qin brothers coming, she was afraid that her side would suffer in a real fight, so she hurriedly stood up and tried to bully Cheng Chumo with words.
"this……"
This really stumped Cheng Chumo. Let alone asking him to write poems and essays, even if he was asked to read ready-made poems and essays, he might not be able to recognize all the words.
"Haha, it won't work anymore. If it doesn't work, just give up quickly——"
"Even if you don't urinate and keep doing what you are doing, are you people who can write poems?——"
"Brother Zhang's words are reasonable. Even if they can write it down, how can they be the opponents of Young Master Changsun? -"
There are people blowing trumpets and carrying sedan chairs everywhere.
What's more, everyone can see that the leader tonight is probably Changsun Chong.
Didn’t you see that this evening, our handsome eldest grandson was hanging around the “third lady” who was as beautiful as a fairy?
Everyone was coaxing together like this, and the crowd watching the excitement also divided to both sides, forcibly revealing Li Zhi and the six of them.
"Brother, why don't we leave?..."
The third child, Cheng Chubi, whispered softly.
"Brother Chumo, if you want to have some fun, just agree to that person's request. You just need to write a poem and ask them what their rules are."
At this moment, Li Zhi suddenly said loudly.
But he was not talking to the people in the pavilion, but to Cheng Chumo, as if the person opposite was not worthy of his words at all.
"this……"
Cheng Chumo was stunned. Although he knew Li Zhi's identity, he was only an eight-year-old child. How could he be Changsun Chong's opponent?
Although Cheng Chumo is a little more naive, he is not really stupid. There are not many young people in Chang'an city who can surpass Changsun Chong in the arts. An eight-year-old Li Zhi...
"Brother Chu Mo, don't worry, you won't suffer."
Seeing that Li Zhi had come forward, Qin Huaidao, who had always been steady, would naturally stand on his side and offer words of persuasion.
Forget it, just die, after all, these brothers are all standing up for him to support him.
"Chai Lingwu, tell me your rules for writing poems. Your grandpa Cheng will then--"
The people of the old Cheng family have always been the masters of the situation. Even if they feel weak in their hearts, they will still speak out with firm words.
"Hahaha, you don't want to call you Cheng Dasha anymore. Since you want to bring trouble on yourselves, I will help you."
"Tonight's requirements are also very simple. It is based on the Lantern Festival night. The form is not limited, whether it is poetry or poetry. Even if you write a couplet, as long as you can be voted the best in the competition, you will win."
Chai Lingwu said loudly, but looked directly at Li Zhi. It was this child who made the provocation just now.
Years have passed, and Li Zhi is eight years old, and his body has begun to grow. In future generations' measurements, he is now almost 1.4 meters tall.
Because Li Zhi is still young, and he has always stayed in the "Lizheng Palace" these years, he has never gone out much.
In the past six months, he only ran to the Qin Mansion. None of the second generation princes present knew him.
Only Changsun rushed over and took a second look, but didn't pay much attention.
When the matter reached this point, Li Zhi naturally would not back down. In full view of everyone, Li Zhi walked out calmly and walked straight to the long table on the left.
The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all ready-made. Li Zhi took a piece of unused rice paper in one hand and picked up the pen with the other hand. After thinking for a while, he wrote a eloquent piece of writing.
Is this finished?
Li Zhi had already retreated, Chai Lingwu and the others had not yet reacted, and the three brothers from the Cheng family and the Qin family were all sweating.
"Humph, I don't believe it. A little kid with no hair on his head can write any good poems."
Chai Lingwu strode over, picked up the piece of paper written by Li Zhi, and looked at it carefully.
Well, there were still some words that he didn't quite recognize.
"Master Changsun, you'd better come and take a look——"
Chai Lingwu had no choice but to take the piece of paper and think about handing it to Changsun Chong.
"Brother Lingwu, for the sake of fairness, let's give it directly to the two doctors."
Changsun Chong pretended to be generous.
It turned out that the two elders in the center of the pavilion were actually doctors invited by Imperial College.
"Haha, the young master just dared to come out to challenge, which is already very commendable, so don't force it too much. Now that I have finished writing, I would like to ask Mr. Chai to bring it over and let me wait and see-"
Since this Doctor of Taixue was invited by Changsun Chong, he would naturally be towards Changsun Chong from a standpoint, but in front of so many people, some words must be said in place.
Moreover, the two of them were full of confidence in Changsun Chong's talent.
Tonight, the song "Ode to the Moon" written by Chang Sun Chong, although it cannot be called a masterpiece, was hastily written on such an occasion, so it can be regarded as a rare work.
The other person seems to be just a child under ten years old. What good poems can he write?
"Ah, this...is this Shiyu? How could Shiyu write so magnificently?"
"Let me see, ah - good, good, good, how can this be the crown of the whole show? It is clearly a masterpiece that can shine through the ages -"
"Yes, yes, has there ever been a poet like this in our Tang Dynasty? From ancient times to the present, has anyone written better Yuan poems than this?"
Two doctors from Taixue, you took it and I pulled it over. They were admiring and criticizing the piece of paper written by Li Zhi as if no one else was watching.
Everyone around was dumbfounded.
Everyone felt itchy in their hearts like a cat scratching their head. What on earth did the child write?
Changsun Chong didn't pay attention at first. There are naturally many people in the entire Tang Dynasty who are better at poetry than him, but he can guarantee that there will be absolutely no one here today.
Changsun Chong was not yet seventeen years old, but he had already reached the level of a "gentleman" in literature, and was even more powerful than King Li Tai of Wei.
Would he worry that a child less than ten years old could surpass his poetry?
However, the coquettish operation of these two Taixue doctors completely confused Changsun Chong, who had great wisdom.
"Master Changsun, can you go and get it so that my third lady can also appreciate it?"
The third lady also saw the unusual behavior of the two Taixue doctors, and she also wanted to know what the child wrote on the paper just now.
Staring at the piece of paper from a distance, I almost wanted to take it directly from the air.
Fortunately, Yun'er, who was standing behind him, noticed the clues and secretly stopped the third lady, so she didn't do such a shocking thing.
"Ah... Third Miss wants to see it. I'll just go down and get it for you."
Changsun Chong was stunned for a moment. In fact, he also wanted to know what was written on the paper.
"This...how is this possible? How is this possible! -"
Changsun Chong took the piece of paper and read it twice carefully from top to bottom.
That font, that brushwork, that diction, that momentum...
How could it be written by a child?
Even if you reach the realm of great Confucianism, can you write such a poem?
By the way, that's actually a poem?
The so-called poetry is what was later called "ci".
However, in the Tang Dynasty, poetry was the protagonist of this era, but Shiyu was not taken seriously. Some literati even despised Shiyu.
However, the poem in front of him shocked Changsun Chong into speechlessness.
"Two gentlemen, the leader tonight must be this poem. I... I lost..."
Changsun Chong stood up, bowed slightly towards the two Taixue doctors, and glanced at Li Zhi not far away with confused eyes.
He shook his head and staggered away from the other direction.
"This... Mr. Changsun, Brother Changsun, wait for me -"
Seeing Chang Sun Chong's sudden departure, Chai Lingwu and others were also stunned, and hurriedly separated from the crowd and chased after him.
Such a change was beyond everyone's expectation.
The hosts here have all left, and there is no need for anyone to stay any longer, although there are still many people who want to know what is written on that piece of paper.
In the end, no one dared to go to the pavilion. The difference in identity and status still seriously affected people's cognition and actions.
In an instant, all the spectators left.
"Hahaha, Jin... Ninth Young Master, you are really amazing, so amazing. That is fifty taels of gold. This is enough for us to eat and drink for many meals--"
Cheng Chumo immediately went to get tonight's prize, fifty taels of gold, which was a considerable fortune even for a princely family like theirs.
"Brother Chu Mo, the Ninth Young Master won this, how could you..."
Qin Huaidao wanted to go over and take the gold, but was stopped by Li Zhi.
"Brother Huai Dao, friends have a mutual friendship. We all got this lottery together, and it doesn't matter who we put it in. But when we go out to eat and drink someday, we must call all the brothers. Brother Chu Mo can I can’t keep it to myself——”
Li Zhi naturally didn't care about these external things. Both the Qin family and the Cheng family were both meritorious families of the Tang Dynasty.
Since he came to this world and was destined to be with the children of these two families, he would naturally take care of them and not let those bad endings happen again.
"Hey, that's strange, where is that piece of paper?"
The two doctors of Taixue finally woke up from the shock of the poem. When they looked for the paper on which the poem was written, there was no trace of it.
This made the two Taixue doctors very upset.
"It's a pity, it's a pity, Brother Liu, that is not only a poem that can outshine the Tang Dynasty, but also a calligraphy that I have never seen before."
"Brother Song, don't be anxious. Let's write down the entire poem Yu Mo while the memory is still there."
Since the piece of paper was gone, the two Taixue doctors quickly found paper and pen, and quickly wrote out the poem silently.
"It's a pity that the words I used to match this poem are too different, which has lowered its quality."
Although he was very attentive, Dr. Song still kept shaking his head and sighing.
Not only was the piece of paper missing, but the two women who were sitting and standing in the pavilion also disappeared silently.
Not only was the piece of paper missing, but the two women who were sitting and standing in the pavilion also disappeared quietly, as if they had never appeared.
Li Zhi's heart skipped a beat inexplicably, as if he had missed something.
…
The next day, at the first court meeting of the new year, Li Shimin seemed particularly happy.
After spending several years and withstanding countless gossips from the Yushitai, the new palace complex that Li Shimin had longed for could finally be put into use. He no longer had to continue to manage politics in the Daxing Palace left by the former Sui Dynasty.
"Daming Palace" is the name of this new palace complex. The entire palace area can be divided into two parts: the front dynasty and the inner court. The front dynasty is mainly used for court meetings, and the inner court is mainly used for residence and banquets.
The centers of the former dynasty were Hanyuan Hall (outer dynasty), Xuanzheng Hall (middle dynasty), and Zichen Hall (inner dynasty). There was Taiye Pool in the inner court, and more than 30 various other halls, pavilions, and temples.
Of course, only half of what was planned could be officially put into use now, but Li Shimin couldn't wait any longer.
There is also a strange legend about the origin of Daming Palace.
When it was first built, an ancient bronze mirror was excavated from the construction site. Wei Zheng recognized it as a national treasure used by Qin Shihuang to eliminate dissidents, and it was called the "Qin Mirror".
Legend has it that it can illuminate the internal organs of the human body, and every detail is visible.
More importantly, it can also illuminate the loyalty and treachery of ministers and the rise and fall of national destiny.
After the Ming Dynasty Palace was completed, the "Qin Mirror" was hung in the court hall to deter evil spirits. From then on, the saying "Ming Mirror Hanging High" came to be known.
With the precious mirror guarding it, it was an upright and upright palace, so it was called the "Da Ming Palace".
"Hahaha, gentlemen, at the beginning of the new year, we will discuss politics in this 'Da Ming Palace' from now on. May the Tang Dynasty prosper and prosper forever——"
When the emperor is so happy, the ministers will naturally agree with him. Even Wei Zheng, who loves to find faults, can't say much.
Although, Wei Zheng still believed from the bottom of his heart that building such a luxurious "Da Ming Palace" was simply what Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty did.
It's a pity that the Tang Dynasty has indeed begun to flourish, and none of the ministers object to it. No matter how stubborn he is, he will inevitably become a little ungrateful.
"Hahaha, Your Majesty, the 'Da Ming Palace' is newly opened today, but last night our Tang Dynasty produced a masterpiece. Is it a sign from God?"
While all the ministers were making promises to Li Shimin, Kong Yingda, the Duke of Qufu County and the Imperial Academy, was offering wine and laughing "haha" on the sidelines. This was completely different from his usual behavior of a humble gentleman who followed the rules.
Even so, no one dared to involve him in the crime of misconduct in front of the palace.
Kong Yingda is over sixty years old. His hair is gray but his face is rosy. He is truly in the realm of "half-step to enlightenment and enlightenment".
"Oh, has Chongyuan obtained another masterpiece? How about taking it out and appreciating it with everyone?"
The Tang Dynasty used Confucianism to govern the country. Kong Yingda was a descendant of Confucius and had such outstanding personal strength. Li Shimin naturally respected him very much.
"Your Majesty, what you said is wrong, how can it be called 'again'? Compared with this work, the poems and essays I have seen before are unsightly—"
Well, this old man Kong not only refuted Li Shimin face to face with one sentence, but also beat all the literati in the world to death with one blow?
Wei Zheng on the side was stunned. He seemed to think that this old man Kong had stolen his line. How dare you use "Your Majesty's words are wrong"?
"Really? Kong Qing, please present it quickly——"
Although Li Shimin had extraordinary martial arts and great military exploits, he was also a very good writer. His "Fei Bai" skills were outstanding, and he was particularly fond of the two kings in calligraphy.
Zhang Ananda, who was standing on the side, understood, hurriedly walked down from the golden platform, and took a volume of manuscripts from Kong Yingda's hand.
"This...this - a masterpiece, a masterpiece! Kong Qing, which Confucian sage's poem is this? Although it is just a poem, it can be called the first Lantern Festival poem in history - "
Li Shimin had already stood up from the dragon chair, his hands holding the manuscript were trembling with excitement...
