Li Yuan recalled the past.
Everyone was listening very seriously at this moment, nodding and saying something in agreement from time to time.
At this moment, both Li Shimin and Xu Fenglei deliberately lowered their presence, making Li Yuan the real protagonist of the banquet.
This is what Li Yuan wants most.
Since the Xuanwu Sect, all eyes have been focused on his son Li Shimin, but he can only withdraw sadly.
But today...
That feeling of being the center of attention is back!
so good!
"I have always felt that my greatest role is to give birth to a good son."
Li Yuan patted Li Shimin on the shoulder and said happily,
"Erlang, it turns out that dad thought you were only good at fighting and might be lacking in governing the country."
"But you have proven with your actual actions that you are not only good at fighting, but also good at governing the country! From the first year of Zhenguan to the present, in almost nine years, you have brought about earth-shaking changes in the Tang Dynasty!"
"Although I am in the palace, I can still feel all of this..."
"You are born to be an emperor!"
When Li Shimin heard this, a look of humility suddenly appeared on his face.
"It's all due to your father's teachings. As Xu Fenglei said, my son is just standing on your father's shoulders."
He said respectfully,
"Without the foundation laid by my father, there would be no son today, and there would be no Datang today."
Li Yuan nodded slightly, obviously very impressed by these words.
When everyone present saw this scene, there was only one word in their mind -
A loving father and a filial son.
Yes, the father is kind and the son is filial.
Everyone deliberately forgot about the Xuanwumen Incident and only thought that the Supreme Emperor Li Yuan had only one son, and this son was the wise and powerful current emperor.
"Erlang, you must take good care of the Tang Dynasty and make our Li family's foundation last forever..."
Li Yuan slowly closed his eyes, with an indescribable tiredness on his face.
This scene seems to be explaining the aftermath.
"Father, please rest assured, my son will definitely do it."
Li Shimin said firmly,
"The Tang Dynasty will surely last for thousands of generations, and the country will last forever!"
"Don't worry!"
According to what Xu Fenglei said, it is at least almost three hundred years old! If this guy can really give the Tang Dynasty another hundred years, it will take nearly four hundred years!
This is not bad, at least it is not a short-lived dynasty.
Listening to his promise, Li Yuan nodded slightly, waved his hands slowly and said:
"Okay, okay, I don't like things that are too noisy. I've had enough noisy today."
"I'm tired and want to rest... You all should stand down and evacuate."
The voice became more and more tired.
He seemed a little afraid of the cold and huddled up a little.
Li Shimin remained calm and looked at Xu Fenglei, asking for his opinion.
"His Majesty the Emperor."
Xu Fenglei suddenly said,
"Actually, I have prepared a program."
"I thought that you, the old man, might be interested."
Li Yuan was already sleepy, and endless fatigue hit him.
But when he heard Xu Fenglei's words, he reluctantly opened his eyes, revealing a gap.
"oh?"
He said,
"have a look."
He still had some expectations for this boy.
Bang bang!
Xu Fenglei clapped his hands, and the musician started playing music again, but in a different style.
The pace becomes faster, making people feel like they are riding a horse in the wilderness.
At this time, there was no dancer coming out. Instead, a fat body walked up and began to swing his body awkwardly.
"ha……"
Li Yuan laughed, pointed at the fat man and said,
"Jieli Khan!"
"You're so fat! I can't do the dance I'm good at anymore."
"Erlang, I remember that in the fourth year of Zhenguan, this Jieli danced. Although he was burly at that time, his dance was extremely smooth and beautiful."
"But now...hahaha..."
Li Shimin and everyone present could not help laughing.
"It can be seen that the food in the Tang Dynasty is so good. This Jieli only eats and drinks all day long, doesn't he become a fat pig?"
He joked,
"Fat people can be flexible, but fat pigs certainly can't."
"However, after all, he is the former Turkic Khan, so you can just take a look at it and have fun!"
With that said, Li Er glanced at Xu Fenglei.
Calling Jieli Khan to dance for Li Yuan... Only Xu Fenglei could think of such a thing!
However, the effect seems to be good.
At least my father was amused.
"Hey yo...hey yo..."
It was just a song, and Jieli Khan stood there panting heavily, and his whole body began to sweat.
If only five years ago, he could still dance.
Now I am really out of my depth, my whole body is uncoordinated, and my physical strength cannot keep up.
But there is no way.
The Supreme Emperor wants to see it, so as a prisoner, what qualifications does he have to refuse?
It can only be a hard-working performance, just to win Emperor Li's smile.
Think about it, he is also a failure as a human being, and it is also sad.
"Jie Li, your skills have declined!"
Xu Fenglei joked,
"I'm afraid I haven't practiced dancing all these years? This is not possible."
"You have nothing to do now, so why not just think about how to dance well and pass on this skill."
"In this way, you can also leave your name in history!"
When Jieli Khan heard this, he smiled mischievously.
"The Grand Master is making fun of me. What kind of skill is this? It's nothing more than entertainment."
He cupped his hands and said,
"It's true that I'm unfamiliar. Please don't blame me, Your Majesty. Don't blame me..."
Li Yuan nodded.
"I don't blame you, it's not easy for you to finish the dance."
He smiled and said,
"He's fat and quite interesting."
"Come on, give me a reward."
The maid on the side came forward with a plate.
"I...I don't want a reward."
Jieli Khan waved his hands repeatedly and said,
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I don't want any reward."
"Give these things to others."
He felt very uncomfortable at the moment.
Do you really think of him as a dancer? Just get a few ingots of silver and give yourself away?
The poor do not get what they want, and their pride in profit makes them disdain to take money!
"Haha, that's fine, that's fine..."
Li Yuan was in high spirits at the moment and didn't think too much about it, and said,
"You should rest for a while."
"I am too old and can no longer dance, otherwise I will dance with you later."
When Li Shimin heard this, he immediately said:
"Father, you can dance if you want. My son will support you later and you can swing a few times!"
"It doesn't matter how you dance, the main thing is the atmosphere! Just have fun!"
Li Yuan was slightly moved.
He...it's true that he hasn't danced or moved his muscles for many years.
That kind of cheerfulness is indeed nostalgic.
Bang bang!
Xu Fenglei clapped his hands again at this moment.
Among the crowd, a person came out.
Judging from his appearance, he does not look like a Central Plains person, but he is not a grassland barbarian either.
"Who is this person?"
Li Yuan said doubtfully,
"Father, this man is Feng Zhidai, the son of Feng Ang from Lingnan."
Li Shimin explained,
"Feng Ang is very talented. Under his governance, southern Xinjiang has been pacified, and there will be no trouble in the southern part of our country."
"This time, he sent his son to Chang'an to meet me. This Feng Zhidai is also quite talented and is good at poetry."
"You asked him to chant one for you?"
Li Yuan suddenly realized.
"It turns out he is the son of the Lingnan chief."
He smiles brightly,
"Okay, okay, come on!"
Feng Zhidai, standing in the middle, looked a little unnatural.
He's really good at chanting poems, but he can't even speak Mandarin of the Tang Dynasty very fluently!
This evil master insisted on performing this show!
In the past two days, in order to practice this poem, he stayed up all night!
Mainly to practice pronunciation...
"My minister, Feng Zhidai, sings a poem for His Majesty the Supreme Emperor..."The Turtle is Longevity""
Feng Zhidai took a deep breath and tried his best to control his mouth and let it speak nice Tang Dynasty Mandarin.
"Although the divine turtle...lives long."
"There will still be a time."
"The snake... the snake rides on the mist and turns into ashes in the end."
"The old man is always ambitious, but his ambition is to reach a thousand miles... In his old age, the martyrs are full of ambition."
"..."
He was already trying his best to control his mouth, but his Mandarin words were still a bit lame.
In the end, Feng Zhidai chose to show off.
Love so and so! Pull it down after reading it!
He finished reciting the semi-Mandarin and semi-Lingnan version of "Gui Sui Shou" under the strange eyes of everyone.
Many people covered their mouths and chuckled at this moment.
"This Lingnan person...isn't he accustomed to elegant music?"
"Yeah, what he said next was so messed up. If I hadn't learned this poem, I wouldn't have known what he was reading?"
"Do you think... he looks like a monkey?"
"Hahaha, it looks a bit similar!"
"..."
There were waves of discussion, which made Feng Zhidai's face look a little ugly.
He was frustrated, angry, and aggrieved.
I don’t know how to recite it, but I have to recite it, but it’s not good, and it’s evil and evil, but I can’t...
"Not bad."
Everyone laughed a little, but Li Yuan smiled and said,
"Although the tone is a bit strange, the emotion is still in place, I can feel it."
"The Tang Dynasty is a huge country, and there are people who speak any language. No one should laugh at others with their language."
“No matter what language is spoken, what we ultimately want to listen to is not the language itself, but its connotation.”
With these words, the mockery on everyone's faces disappeared.
Li Shimin nodded repeatedly.
Even Xu Fenglei was a little surprised at this moment.
This Li Yuan, the older he gets, the better he becomes. He can speak well-organized words.
Not bad.
He is worthy of his status as the Great Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
The fact is as Li Yuan said, no matter what language he speaks, as long as he regards himself as a Tang person and identifies with and learns the culture of the Tang Dynasty, then he will be no different from everyone here.
This kind of tolerance and openness is undoubtedly the hallmark of a great country.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Feng Zhidai was so moved that he almost cried after listening to Li Yuan's words.
He didn't expect that Li Yuan would actually say such words, which soothed his heart that had been hit hard.
I'm a monkey?
You unqualified people who laugh at others are the monkeys!
"The old man is always ambitious, but the martyr is still ambitious in his old age..."
Li Yuan said with a smile,
"This poem is so good."
"After the Chinese New Year, I will be seventy years old. It is said that seventy years is rare in life. Logically speaking, if I can live to this age, I will be satisfied."
"But in my heart, I feel that life is not enough. I can't live enough..."
"Look, look at this Tang Dynasty! It's so powerful now..."
"One is the northernmost Turkic Khan; the other is the southernmost Lingnan chief."
"Now, they are all in front of me, one dancing and the other chanting poetry."
"Haha, hahahaha..."
He smiled heartily and freely!
Xu Fenglei touched his nose.
At this time, if you carry a speaker and play the song "Borrow from Heaven for Five Hundred More Years", it will definitely be very suitable for the occasion...
"Come!"
"play music!"
"Erlang, let's go dance together! Let's dance together!"
Li Yuan's turbid old eyes suddenly lit up, he grabbed Li Shimin and walked downstairs, his walking was windy!
Li Shimin: "?!"
He didn't expect... where could his father suddenly have such great strength?
Just now he looked tired and about to fall asleep!
The musicians did not dare to neglect and played the most popular Qiuci music in the Tang Dynasty.
"Come all, come together!"
Li Yuan blushed and said cheerfully,
"I'm old, but I don't accept old age!"
"Come on! Dance!"
He began to twist his body to the rhythm of the music.
Li Shimin also got addicted to dancing and started twisting with Li Yuan!
The Supreme Emperor and the Emperor have both started dancing, how can anyone else watch? They all joined the dance floor!
In an instant, Li Yuan’s birthday turned into a dance party!
Xu Fenglei looked at Li Yuan and Li Shimin dancing there, and his smile was a bit unbearable.
The Han people... really don't have any racial talent when it comes to dancing.
People from ethnic minorities look pretty if they twist and turn casually, but here... they are very stiff and awkward.
However, it’s embarrassing, happiness is the most important thing.
"Ting Ming, why don't you go?"
Changsun Wugao asked with a smile,
"It's so lively, I want to go there..."
Xu Fenglei laughed.
"I'm afraid of death...hahaha..."
He said,
"Just take a look, just take a look."
Changsun Wugou was a little confused.
She didn't know what the word 'social death' was, but... maybe this guy was thin-skinned?
She didn't think much about it and turned to look at the dance floor.
At this moment, Li Yuan was holding Li Shimin's shoulders, his face was glowing, and his body was extremely flexible.
It was as if at this moment, he was twenty years old again!
But that red light was obviously not normal.
His face was a little too red...
He was a little too excited...
"Listen Ming, look at Father...is there something wrong with him?"
Changsun Wugou said worriedly,
"Take a look?"
Xu Fenglei looked at Li Yuan and said softly:
"Return to the light."
"Ah?" Changsun Wugou was stunned.
At this moment, Li Yuan's movements on the dance floor suddenly stopped.
"Erlang, you must... you must live a good life."
"Your mother... she was cursing and came to pick me up. She is here..."
He spoke softly, and the red light on his face suddenly disappeared.
Before Li Shimin could react, Li Yuan's eyes slowly closed and he fell limply into Li Shimin's arms.
"Father?"
"Father?!"
"Father!!!"
At the end of the eighth year of Zhenguan, Emperor Li Yuan died at the age of sixty-nine.
(End of chapter)
