It’s not too cold in Chang’an in September.
Li Changan thought, she had seen the reasons for the formation of the Kaiyuan Age. One of the reasons was that the global climate was warm at this time, suitable for the growth of crops, and there were not many natural disasters, making it very suitable for agricultural activities. In the early years of Zhenguan, the population of the Tang Dynasty was only 3 million households. However, in the prosperous Kaiyuan era, the population now has more than 10 million households, which has tripled. A large part of the reason is that the climate has been suitable for the growth of crops and there is abundant food. The more people we can feed, the more people we can feed.
It's just that God treats everyone equally. This warm climate is not only for the Tang Dynasty, but also nourishes Tubo. The previously barren and cold plateau also became able to grow food because of the warm climate, thus raising the snowy empire of Tubo.
Since the time of Taizong, Tubo has been dishonest and wanted to provoke the Tang Dynasty. Then the Tang Taizong, who was full of military virtue, used 50,000 Tang troops to defeat his 200,000 troops. Bu Ke didn't want to be the son of the Tang Dynasty from the beginning. He was confused and rushed to the Tang Dynasty to propose marriage to Princess Wencheng. From the Taizong period to the present, the Tang Dynasty has not considered Tubo to be an opponent worthy of attention.
However, the offensive and defensive momentum will soon change.
When the Anshi Rebellion occurs, Tubo will take the opportunity to control the eighteen prefectures of Longxi and the four towns of Anxi. It will also capture Chang'an and kill all the clans that were not killed in Anlu Mountain again.
The world is so big, where should she run to avoid these catastrophes of death?
Li Changan withdrew his thoughts and stopped thinking about the future. Anyway, it would be more than ten years, and she would have grown up by then.
Adults can do many more things than children.
"Twenty-nine mothers, we've arrived." The carriage stopped in front of a rather clean study. Mingyue got off the carriage first, then opened her arms to Li Changan to pick her up.
Li Changan's cheeks turned red and he muttered, "I'm no longer a child, so I don't need to hold him."
But her legs really couldn't reach the ground, so she could only blush and let Mingyue carry her out of the carriage.
The study in front of us is called "Gubenzhai" and is the largest study in Chang'an. Most of the people coming and going are literati and children of wealthy families.
Books are not cheap. Ordinary people cannot afford them and have no intention of reading them.
Li Changan was young, so his swaggering into the study attracted a few curious glances.
A little kid of this age, who can hardly recognize a few words, even came to visit the study and didn't know which girl she was from.
However, most of the people who come here come here to submit poems, and no one has the time to mind other people's business.
Therefore, the entrance to the main hall is a vast hall with many wooden shelves. There are small tables beside the wooden shelves. On the table are pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Some of the wooden shelves have already been hung with poems, while others are empty, waiting for people who think they are talented to write their own poems and hang them up.
These poems will be hung here for ten days. The truly amazing works will be passed down orally by the literati who come here, and they will become famous with one poem, while the poorly written poems will be watched and laughed at by the literati.
Good name or bad name, it's all in one house.
Many people were reviewing the poems, and Li Changan also took Mingyue's hand and dived into the sea of poems.
Mingyue allowed Li Changan to hold her hand and look around. This was not the first time Li Changan came here. When she left the palace half a year ago, she originally took Li Changan to visit the temple fair, but she didn't know when she was walking around. After wandering outside the old palace, I took the opportunity to come in and take a look. But who would have thought that Li Changan fell in love with this place once he came here. From then on, he would come here every time when he left the palace.
However, after careful observation by Mingyue, the little princess did not care about the content of the poems, but just liked the beautiful words.
This made Mingyue breathe a sigh of relief. She knew that although the little princess was young, she was already literate and could recite many poems. If she wasn't really smart, Concubine Wu Hui would not treat this little princess who was not loved by the emperor. Even though he is half-hearted, he can be said to be extremely intelligent if he can read and recite poems. If he can comment on famous poems at the age of five, that would be extraordinary.
To be a princess of the Tang Dynasty, a little intelligence is enough, but there is no need to be too clever.
Li Changan didn't know what Mingyue was thinking at this time, and she didn't have any of these thoughts herself.
The main purpose of her coming to this study was to try her luck and see if she could collect more writings from masters.
In the past few visits, she came up with a calligraphy piece by Yan Zhenqing and a poem by Wang Wei. Isn't this more surprising and exciting than playing a game and opening a treasure chest?
Although she had never memorized the poem written by Wang Wei, she probably wrote it casually before ending up in this house. After all, Wang Wei had already gained quite a reputation at this time, and there was no need to come here to start writing poems. But after all, it was a poem written by Wang Wei himself!
At her current age, she has to be held by a female officer when she gets off the carriage. It is too early for her to talk about major world affairs. It is better to put the Anshi Rebellion behind her and have fun for a few years.
When she becomes powerful in the future, she will hug Li Bai on her left and Du Fu on her right. Yan Zhenqing will write to her and Wang Wei will play the piano to her... Hehehehe.
"Twenty-nine ladies are you hungry?"
Li Changan came to his senses and pushed back his foolish thoughts.
"No, no, let's continue watching."
However, Mingyue felt that the little princess was too shy to tell her because she was hungry. The wolf-like look in her eyes just now seemed like she wanted to eat someone, but it didn't look like she wasn't hungry.
It's a pity that good luck doesn't always happen. This time, Li Changan didn't see anyone familiar to him appear in this hall.
Fortunately, her purpose of leaving the palace this time has been achieved, and coming to Gubenzhai is just a pretext.
Li Changan strolled around casually for a while and then playfully grabbed Mingyue's arm: "Let's go to Pingkangfang, I'm hungry."
Mingyue didn't notice anything unusual. It would be strange if such a big child could really concentrate on appreciating poetry. She originally took Li Changan out just to play with her.
Just as the two of them were walking out one after another, Li Changan, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped. She stared at a poem in the corner with shock.
Mingyue followed Li Changan but failed to see Li Changan's shocked eyes. She was surprised why Li Changan stopped suddenly. When she looked up, a poem came into view.
She whispered aloud: "The embroiderers gathered in the red candle market at night, and the dancing clothes flickered against the clear blue sky. Wei Zhuang."
This poem is quite good, but it’s a pity that it’s only one sentence and not the whole poem.
"The poem is quite good." Mingyue commented pertinently, "But I have never heard of Wei Zhuang in Chang'an."
Li Changan thought, of course you have never heard of such a person in Chang'an.
Wei Zhuang and his ancestor Wei Jiansu are not famous yet. It was still a hundred years before Wei Zhuang was born.
"Mingyue, I want to get to know Mr. Wei Zhuang." Li Changan tugged at the corner of Mingyue's clothes and looked up at her, "This word is really beautiful."
Mingyue looked at the writing carefully, "The writing is really beautiful."
Elegant and handsome, he looks very calm.
Mingyue has been with Concubine Wu Hui for many years and has once seen Zhang Xu's cursive calligraphy. However, Mingyue doesn't like it. She thinks Zhang Xu's cursive calligraphy is too messy and as arrogant as that bad old man. She doesn't like it.
Concubine Wu Hui didn't like it either, so Zhang Xu is still just a small official.
The word "Weizhuang" looks much more comfortable.
Mingyue thought about it carefully and came up with the idea that the family's surname was Wei, but she didn't know if this Wei village was a descendant of the Jingzhao Wei family.
"If Twenty-Nine Mothers are curious about this person, you might as well ask the shopkeeper."
Li Changan motioned to Mingyue to take the poems and follow her to the counter. Since Li Changan was not as high as the counter, Mingyue could only ask the shopkeeper at the counter with the poems.
"Who is Wei Zhuang who wrote this poem?"
The shopkeeper glanced at the signature, then lowered his head to open a roster and checked it for a long time.
"Huh." After flipping through half of the roster and still not finding Wei Zhuang, the shopkeeper said in confusion, frowned, and then relaxed his brows, "It shouldn't be his real name. No one named Wei Zhuang has ever left a poem in the house."
Not everyone will leave their real name on their poems.
The two had no choice but to give up. Seeing Li Changan's loss, Mingyue specifically asked the shopkeeper to help pay attention to the owners of this handwriting.
But Li Changan was a child after all, and it didn't take long for him to forget about what happened just now. He happily took Mingyue's hand and planned what to buy at Pingkangfang next.
Don’t leave out the most delicious pastry shops. You have to buy three pastries, one for yourself, one for Mingyue, and one for your mother. Finally, you’ll go to Liuli’s shop and buy a small one for Mrs. Wu. Glazed ornaments.
"Actually, I wanted to give Mrs. Wu some cakes at first, but my mother said that these pastries were even better in the womb of Mrs. Wu." Li Changan muttered, "So I just wanted to give Mrs. Wu a glazed rabbit." , I have a little glazed tiger that was given to me by my mother, it’s so beautiful..."
Mingyue didn't respond, just listened silently.
They didn't return to Daming Palace until it got dark. Mingyue sent Li Changan back to the small courtyard before returning to Changqing Palace with the small ornaments that Li Changan asked her to give to Concubine Wu Hui.
When walking into the Changqing Palace, a middle-aged man with a hurried expression passed by Mingyue.
Mingyue knew this man, Li Linfu, who had been promoted quickly through his relationship with his master. Now he was the Minister of the Ministry of War and was very close to his master.
Mingyue's attention only stayed on Li Linfu for a short time, and then she calmed down and walked into the inner hall.
Concubine Wu Hui was born extremely beautiful, and she was still beautiful even as she aged. What's more important is that she is not only beautiful, but also has a very smart mind. Otherwise, as Wu Zetian's niece, Li Longji would not be so doting on her that he even wanted to destroy his wife who had shared the joys and sorrows with her for her. Make her your queen.
If the title of Empress Wu had not frightened all the officials, who obstructed her in every possible way and even threatened her with death, Concubine Wu Hui would have been no longer Concubine Hui but Empress Wu.
To make Li Longji, who had grown up under Wu Zetian's high pressure, pamper her, Wu Zetian's niece, for decades, Wu Huifei's methods were not unscrupulous.
When Mingyue came in, Concubine Wu Hui was lazily sitting in front of the dressing table taking off her makeup. She took off the golden step from her head, and her black hair fell on her snow-white back. Concubine Wu Hui knelt down beside her, but Concubine Wu Hui He didn't raise his head or take the initiative to ask anything.
Mingyue lowered her head and respectfully held up the glazed rabbit in her sleeve.
"This is a small ornament given to the master by Twenty-nine Mothers."
Concubine Wu Hui chuckled softly: "It's just a child's thought, but it can be regarded as serious."
Sensible, well-behaved, and a little smart, Girl Hu's daughter is much smarter than her... No, I shouldn't say she is Girl Hu's daughter. It won't be long before she is her daughter.
