The long book desk is still oval-shaped, with integrated bookshelves on both sides.
The left, right and back sides of the bookcase are all three-meter-high bookcases. Of course, the bookcases are empty.
What’s really shocking is that the walls are all filled with poems and songs, all framed.
The ministers took a closer look, and they all looked as if they had seen a ghost in the day. After being stunned for a few seconds, they all dispersed, regardless of their appearance, and stood in front of the framed poems, shaking their heads and wagging their tails, intoxicated by it. .
They are all poems, all poems that have never been heard before, all poems that will last forever.
"This..." Huang Laosi also had a very high level of literature. He looked around and completely lost his composure.
When there is no hunger or discouragement in the prosperous age, there is no need to be busy with farming and weaving...
Dawn greets the spring in the Emperor's Pavilion, the colorful clothes and golden clothes are as good as the dragon clothes...
When the emperor held his first banquet, Tian Yan asked Lao Si Mian Mian...
When the cold is gone, the cows are gone, and when the warmth is gone, the cart returns...
There are dozens of poems, all of which are excellent works, and some of them praise the emperor, either directly or implicitly.
Another part is about caring about the country and the people in the tone of the emperor.
The Minister of Rites suddenly turned around: "Your Majesty, these...this...these poems are all excellent works, but I have never heard a single word of them. There is not even a signature below. I don't know where your Majesty collected them..."
Huang Laosi smiled slightly: "I just do whatever I want in my free time."
The Master of the Ministry of Rites had a look of shock on his face. He immediately straightened his official robe and gave a big salute to Huang Laosi: "Your Majesty is very talented, I admire you."
The civil servants also rushed to salute and started to flatter Huang Laosi.
Huang Laosi's smile was very indifferent and he kept nodding, as if... these poems were really written by him.
Qiu Wanshan cursed his mother repeatedly in his heart, with a look of regret on his face.
If others don't know, he doesn't know, these poems must have been "made" by Chu Qing.
They were all poems that flattered the emperor. If he had known that Chu Qing had so much inventory, he would have bought them all.
Like Qiu Wanshan, Huang Laosi also knew that these poems were written by Chu Qing, but unlike the former, Lao Qiu thought Chu Qing had plagiarized them from others, while Huang Laosi thought they were original creations by Chu Qing.
Enjoying the praise of these civil servants who are highly regarded in the professional field, Huang Laosi is full of vanity.
Great scholars and celebrities are nothing in front of me!
Others don't know whether these poems were written by the emperor. Sun An still doesn't know.
I originally thought that Chu Qing and I were matched against each other and would meet a good talent, but now I feel disheartened.
It's the same as flattering others. Just look at others and flatter them with poems that have been passed down through the ages. This alone is something I will never be able to achieve in my life. It's not that I can't photograph, but that I don't have the professionalism.
"Chu Aiqing!"
Huang Laosi suddenly called out and looked at Chu Wensheng.
Chu Wensheng, who kept his head down, showed no reaction.
He didn't know anything about poetry, so he just kept going like a normal person, withdrawn and aloof.
However, he heard the words "Chu Aiqing". His surname was Chu, but he felt that he had no connection with the word "Aiqing" in this life, so he didn't react at all.
Qiu Wanshan quickly pointed at Chu Wensheng with his finger: "Master Chu, His Majesty is calling you."
"Ah?" Chu Wensheng turned to look at His Majesty.
Huang Laosi smiled broadly: "Chu Qing's family, you and Chu Qing have done a good job in cultivating the Taowu Hall. The Chu Qing family has done a good job in educating their children."
Chu Wensheng was confused.
Huang Laosi looked at Liu Xun again: "Liu Qing's family is attentive."
Liu Xun looked excited and saluted quickly: "Your Majesty, I love you."
At this moment, Old Liu Tou had a desire for life, which was an unexpected gain.
I originally thought of taking the blame, but I didn't expect that I would make the emperor happy.
Huang Laosi turned his head and looked back and forth. He was in a study room filled with his "masterpieces", feeling both a sense of accomplishment and a sense of vanity.
Tong Gui also saw that Huang Laosi was in a good mood, and asked with a smile: "Your Majesty, the dining room is next door, you have to take a look."
"No."
Huang Laosi is such a thief. Many of these ministers came in barefoot and buried them one by one, thereby ruining their own palace.
Tong Gui didn't know what Huang Laosi meant, so he asked again: "Your Majesty, do you want to see the viewing balcony?"
"View balcony?"
"Built on the temple."
Although Huang Laosi was confused, he didn't say much and shouted to lead the way.
After bypassing the screen, everyone saw that there was an "attic".
The ministers felt strange again. What kind of attic was built in the palace?
But no one mentioned "violating the rules". There is no place in Taowu Palace that does not violate the rules. The problem is that the emperor is happy.
After stepping on the steps, everyone realized that they had arrived directly on the "roof".
There was a small and medium-sized sunken reservoir, but there was no cement. Chu Qing used other materials to replace it. Next to it was a lounge chair with a huge "parasol" covering it.
Tong Gui introduced with a smile like a real estate salesman: "Master Chu said that your Majesty works very hard every day dealing with national affairs. In his free time, he can look at the scenery from afar to relieve his fatigue and nourish his eyesight."
Huang Laosi said nothing and sat on the recliner. It was uncomfortable no matter how he sat, but as he lay there and looked at the surrounding scenery, his expression changed.
This scenery is wonderful!
"What is the purpose of this pool of water?"
"For splashing around in the water."
"Playing in the water?!" Huang Laosi looked sideways: "Playing in the water on the roof?"
"Yes, that's what Mr. Chu said."
There was no need for the ministers to find trouble. Huang Laosi said directly in a cold voice: "Nonsense, I am the king of a country, how can I play with the deposed public? demolish it, demolish it quickly."
Tong Gui was startled: "Mo Jiangyi will go and ask people to tear down this pond right now."
"Uh... don't rush it now, let's do it some other time."
Tong Gui: “…”
Sun An glanced sideways at Huang Laosi.
The old eunuch was very sure that the "big round bed" would not be used tonight. The emperor was probably going to discuss life ideals with his concubines on the roof.
The sky was still overcast and they were all barefoot. When the wind blew, several veterans trembled a little.
Huang Laosi was almost finished shopping, and then he took the people downstairs.
As a result, when they returned, everyone found that the hall was warm, and the heat was coming from under their feet.
"Why is it so hot in the palace?"
Tong Gui explained: "The water is heated in the greenhouse, and the water flows to the copper pipes under the palace bricks. Mr. Chu said that there is no chill in winter."
Huang Laosi's expression changed slightly: "How much does it cost?"
"I don't know how it will end, but it probably won't cost much."
"The hot water is heated in the greenhouse, and the water flows through the copper pipes, creating warmth..."
Huang Laosi suddenly turned around and looked at several veterans.
Wei Changfeng was the first to react: "If the cost is not high, it can be used by ordinary people, and they no longer need to suffer from the cold!"
Hong Haishang had already lost his mind and was racking his brains to find fault. He said without hesitation: "What about the summer? Then Chu Qing doesn't care about the emperor's summer. Summer is already hot."
Tong Gui said with a silly look on his face: "In summer, of course, you won't be able to turn on a heating room, let alone a cooling fan."
After finishing speaking, Tong Gui pointed to the top of his head.
Everyone looked up and saw Han Haishang shouting: "The Chu family has an evil plot, and a knife is hanging in the main hall!"
"Don't you fucking fart!" Tong Gui's face changed drastically: "They are all made of bamboo, how could they have any evil intentions?"
No wonder Tong Gui was anxious, he was involved in repairing the palace, so he wouldn't be able to reap the consequences if he was really insulted by Guang Haishang.
"Your Majesty!" Tong Gui said to Huang Laosi: "Please give me a demonstration for your Majesty. They are all bamboo fan leaves covered with wire mesh. Even if they fall, they will be caught by the wire mesh."
Huang Laosi, who raised his head, hummed slightly, a little curious.
Tong Gui ran out quickly and called away several eunuchs.
Because this "fan" is human!
There are many fans hanging on the ceiling, all of which are made of wood. The ropes are fixed and tied with loose buckles, so someone outside the hall has to pull the ropes. They can rotate dozens of times with one pull. The ropes are taken off to the bottom, and then the other end outside the hall is pulled. If you pull it, it can become a "perpetual motion machine". The only flaw is that if the emperor wants to blow the wind, a dozen eunuchs have to stand outside the palace to keep pulling it.
Of course, this is not Chu Qing's consideration. As long as the emperor is happy, whether the eunuch will be as tired as a dead dog has nothing to do with him. He is a human fan.
The fan quickly started spinning, and everyone was amazed when they felt the coolness.
At this moment, Huang Laosi, who was wearing flip-flops, regretted it.
If I had known earlier, it would have been great to build the Mao Taowu Hall and directly renovate the Haode Hall, the largest dormitory. That big round bed, that big pool, tsk tsk tsk.
Frowning, Huang Laosi began to add up the remaining "deposits" in the internal treasury, wondering if he could grit his teeth and squeeze out a little more to let Chu Qing repair Haode Palace. The requirements are not high, just the same thing. If you have a larger budget, , make the bed bigger, not to mention, the shape is very nice, the concubines will definitely like it.
Suddenly, Huang Laosi was a little upset again.
The inner treasury is indeed out of money. What should we do? We can't just raid every minister as soon as we run out of money like before.
After thinking about it, Huang Laosi raised his head and looked at several officials from the Ministry of Industry, including Hiro Haishang, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.
