More than ten days later, the "Sea Wolf" fleet entered the Yangtze River, went up the Bian River in Yangzhou (now Tongji Canal), and headed straight to the accompanying capital Luoyang. After more than 20 days of sailing, the fleet arrived in Luoyang and turned to Chang'an again.

Seeing Chang'an approaching, the people on the boat were alive, and even the people of the "Sea Wolf" were no exception.

Most of them were from Guanzhong. They never came back after going to the South China Sea. The calculations were no different from those officials in Yazhou.

Moreover, they were sent to the family and brought their families to the South China Sea, but they were alone when they arrived in the South China Sea. They only saw the faces in the team every day. If this kind of life was not subject to strong discipline, there would have been a bunch of deserters.

Suddenly one day, the boat arrived at Tongguan, and Li Chengqian and others all came to the deck, looking at the gate behind Chang'an City.

"Gao Ming, I have been in Beijing for a long time and I have heard that you have a great poem, but I have never had the chance to listen to you entrusting one. How about entrusting one before this pass today?" The Yu brothers were familiar with Li Chengqian. They looked at Wan Zhangxiong and felt the concern, but their literary thoughts were exhausted and they didn't know how to express it for a while. Finally, they put their ideas on Li Chengqian.

"You brothers have probably planned it long ago, right? Otherwise, why did you have to pull me out to see this pass just now?" Li Chengqian pointed at the Yu brothers with his fingers and said jokingly.

Yu Lizheng, the elder brother of the Yu family, responded with a smile: "Where do we start with calculating? We brothers can't learn enough? Otherwise, if the beauty is right, who wouldn't want to show off?"

Theirs were used to making trouble on the boat. Li Chengqian knew that the beauty Yu Lizheng mentioned was Bai Yuening and Yang Yuxin, not Lin Xiaoxiao who had just been retrieved. He was not angry after hearing this, but just smiled bitterly and shook his head.

However, Yu Lizheng said this. At present, the beauty cannot be weak. He, Li Chengqian, has the name of "wisdom demon" in Chang'an City, and is also known as both the best of poetry. If he can't even handle a poem, he will be a little unlucky.

But after thinking about it carefully, I found that there are really no poems that suit the situation. "Tongguan Li"? No, some of the texts are incorrect, and the age is not right again, so I have to give up.

Then what else? Li Chengqian thought about it. Seeing Lin Xiaoxiao, Xiaowu, Ye Mei and others waiting beside him, and the suspicious eyes of the twin brothers, a flash of inspiration in his mind reminded him of a small song about Tongguan in the Yuan Dynasty, "Reminiscence of Tongguan".

Although this little lyric is not a poem, fortunately it has been passed down for hundreds of years in the future. It must be no problem to deal with it at this time.

The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger,

Tongguan Road in the mountains and rivers.

Looking at the Xidu, hesitating,

I am sad that the Qin and Han dynasties have been made of earth in the palaces.

When prosperity comes, the people suffer! When death comes, the people suffer!

A small poem originally had nothing strange, but the last sentence "Rise, the people suffer! Death, the people suffer" is the most thought-provoking and shocking.

"Gaoming, Gao Ming, you, ah..." After sighing, Yu Lizheng shook his head and stopped talking, but just repeated Li Chengqian's last sentence again and again: Prosperity is the suffering of the people; death is the suffering of the people.

Under Lao Yu's words and deeds, the students in their stomachs are different from those pedantic scholars who have only read for a few days. With their abilities, they can fully understand the weight of this last sentence of Xiao Ling.

I also know that this kind of thing seems that except Li Chengqian, no one on the ship dares to shout such a sentence, although the Tang Dynasty was not popular with literary inquisition.

Li Chengqian also knew this, but he didn't care about what the meaning was.

Poetry and lyrics are different depending on the person chanting, the scene shadows, and the interpretations are different. The same is true for "prosperity, the people suffer; destruction, the people suffer." The prince's chanting is full of sympathy, but if it is placed on others, it is intended to rebel.

Therefore, the identity of Li Chengqian as the prince gave him great convenience. As long as he did not shout, "The red flag rolled up the serf's halberd, and the black hand hung the overlord's whip" and other similar words, there is nothing that cannot be copied in other poems.

Identity can often help people solve many problems, so let’s give the simplest example:

Good students and bad students fell asleep during class. The teacher found that the comments on bad students were: Look at you, you are as stupid as a pig, and you will sleep when you pick up a book; the comments on good students are: Look at others and you will hold books when you sleep.

This is the benefit of identity and reality. It is because of this that Li Chengqian dared to plagiarize some poems unscrupulously because of his identity as a prince. All of this is just because of his identity as a prince, people will not take the initiative to think about the bad, or most mainstream ideas will not think about the other side.

On the warship, I hope everyone's high interest was lost by Li Chengqian's small order, and everyone was silently thinking about the meaning of the last sentence in the small order.

Li Chengqian shrugged indifferently, walked towards the bow of the boat, spread his arms and made a hug, as if embracing the magnificent rivers and mountains of the Tang Dynasty.

"The Ancients of Tongguan" became popular and once again became popular in Chang'an City. After the Yu brothers recited this song with their classmates, Li Chengqian's name was once again circulated in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.

Moreover, it is well known in just three or two days.

"The people suffer; the people suffer; the people suffer." Li Erdai sat in the study room of Ganlu Hall, repeating again and again, and the confused look in his eyes became increasingly dark.

"Second brother, don't think about it anymore. Just listen to what the child Qian'er said. If you really want to get to the bottom of it, you may want to lose your head!" Empress Changsun gently rubbed Li Er's slightly sour neck and whispered in a low voice.

The old man has become crazy since he heard "The Ancients of Tongguan", which makes Empress Changsun very worried. She has never seen Li Er perform like this before, for fear that something would go wrong with Li Er.

"Guanyin maid, it seems that Chengqian has grown up a lot this time, otherwise he would not have had such an understanding no matter what." Li Er raised his head and looked out the window: "But how many officials in my Tang Dynasty have such awareness? Does anyone really know the sufferings of the people?"

"Second brother..." Empress Changsun didn't know how to comment on this matter.

Her son's son's small orders tells the harm caused to the people by the changes in the dynasty. In theory, parents should be happy. After all, Li Chengqian's ability to have such enlightenment as the crown prince is a blessing for the Tang Dynasty.

But when thinking about the content, it makes people feel unpleasant. The Tang Dynasty was based on the former Sui Dynasty. When the Sui Dynasty and Tang Dynasty were alternating, how many people died in war? How many people were displaced?
Chapter completed!