Chapter 17: Beautiful Fans Discussing the Poetics (")

The girl covered her face and couldn't see her face clearly. Judging from her skin and figure on her face, she should not be old. She may not be out of the house. Even if she left the house, she would be just a young woman. The Tang Dynasty was also open. But since she was put on porridge to help the people, she would be either rich or noble. She would definitely not let this young lady come out to host the ceremony.

He was curious when suddenly a sound of joy came from the victims.

Looking again, I saw the reason for the fun. The porridge is therefore the name, which means porridge. The porridge with a good conscience is a little thicker. Of course, even if it is not thicker, it is good to be involved. But the little lady puts yellow rice.

There were too many victims, and Li Zhi was not a tyrant. Many victims rushed to Chang'an to beg for fun. They set up some porridge sheds outside the city, but they could not provide relief. Some victims rushed to the city to beg for fun. Fortunately, they are now in the yard system, and each yard has walls and gates. Li Zhi had no choice but to flock to the city, which moved the rich and could live more people. So he turned a blind eye to this matter. The officials in Chang'an also tacitly understood. Seeing that there were more victims, they blocked the city gate and drove out. There were fewer victims. The soldiers who looked at the city gate also relaxed intentionally or unintentionally, and let a group of refugees flock into the city to beg for fun. However, the ban was placed in the yard.

Most of these victims are rushing at the entrances of each gate, especially the east and west markets.

When I saw the rice, I was hungry. This was even more tempting than Li Wei’s money, and it was all crazy.

Li Wei thought to himself. This is the little lady of that family. Although this must be a good intention, it may turn into a bad thing. Seeing that something is wrong, he immediately ordered the guard: "Everyone go up and help."

These personal guards were carefully selected and experienced. Seeing this situation, if they were not stopped, they would trample the victims to death because of looting. They immediately took out their swords and shouted forward to make everyone stand in a good team. Two soldiers guarding the gate of the yard also came over and helped them, and finally stopped the riot.

Just now, Li Wei and his party were sending copper coins. The girl also saw it. She wiped the sweat from her head, walked over, gave a bow, and said, "Thank you, Mr., for your help."

The sound is very nice and very crisp. Because when you get close, you can see some faces through Rob, you can vaguely see picturesque eyebrows and eyes. You are about in your early twenties and look very beautiful.

"You're welcome." Li Wei replied.

The three young men followed him, and the girl turned around and bowed to the elderly young man again and said, "Civil Li, I regret not not not listening to you."

"Civil Li" smiled bitterly and said, "Miss Xiangxue, you are kind-hearted, don't blame yourself. I myself underestimate it, otherwise I would force my wife to stop at Xixiangguan. In fact, this husband is wise and brought his slaves here in advance."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Li Wei, but his eyes widened.

Li Wei had no impression. Maybe Li Hong knew him before, but he was not very familiar with him. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the "Censor Li" to recognize him until now. But he was also surprised in his heart. As for the Censor, he was either a censor, or a Censor Central Censor, a Censor, a Censor in the Palace, and a Censor Supervisor. The first four are obviously impossible with the age of this young man, but the latter is too young. Who is this person?

But after suppressing the gesture, he secretly pointed to the clothes dressed by civilians, and shouted: "It's just a coincidence."

Jingshi Li understood and did not dare to say anything.

The other people didn't pay attention. Instead, the girl looked at the victims who were rushing over for a bowl of rice and sighed and said, "God has not opened his eyes in the past few years, and there have been major disasters almost every year. A few days ago, it finally fell into a spring rain and stopped again. I am afraid that if this day continues to drought like this, the lives of the people in Guanzhong will be even more difficult."

In fact, Li Wei has determined her identity, she looks beautiful, and calls herself a slave, not a concubine, or me. "Civil Li" calls her a lady Xiangxue, so she must be the famous prostitute Xiangxue in Xixiangyuan.

Unexpectedly, a prostitute was a little kind-hearted. This is also rare.

I heard the young man in his early twenties say, "The emperor is seriously ill and handed over the state affairs to the queen, so in the past few years..."

Jingshi Li was shocked, God, his son is standing in front, and you dare to say such words, and I secretly regret it. Last night, a group of friends and a group of heroes who came to study, including many romantic talents. A few of them were very optimistic about the literary talent of several people, so he ran to Xixiangyuan to drink and write poems, and the three of them fell down. Then he stopped in Xixiangyuan. He woke up this morning and heard that Xiangxue came to Dongcheng to put on porridge and gathered together.

Just because of Wei Siwen's words, he didn't follow him today. He hurriedly said: "Mr. Wei, don't talk nonsense. The emperor's dragon body has not been very good in recent years. It is precisely because of the queen's assistance that the court has been able to be peaceful."

"June Jushan, you are the censor and the imperial court appointed an official, of course you dare not speak. But the court is really peaceful. Last year, several battles with Tubo, Kucha and other towns were captured, Xue Rengui was defeated again in Dafeichuan, and tens of thousands of brave soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were lost in Wuhai. Looking at the court again, the left prime minister Xuanwei Desert, and the right prime minister was praised for his paintings." After saying that, he sneered twice.

Li Xian was a little puzzled and asked from the side: "Isn't this good? Every literature and every martial arts."

"Seriously? Let's talk about Zuo Xianggong. Is he famous among the military generals of the Tang Dynasty? It's just that he made a small contribution with Qi Bi Heli as the deputy general. Besides, Wentao, what good articles can Yan be good at writing? Or poetry and essays, you can show me. He is just a painter. Both of them have no ability to make achievements in politics, but they can be ranked high among the left and right officials. What's strange?"

Censor Li frowned when he heard this, but Wei Siwen said the truth, and he had no way to explain it.

He was frowning, and Li Wei was frowning. The Wei Jun had already pointed his finger at his mother in a vague way. If his mother knew about it, he thought that he was induced to say this. After thinking about it, he said, "Natural disasters are usually read together. But natural disasters are natural disasters, and ** is **. When Emperor Yang was alive, even if the weather was good, the people would not live in trouble. But even in the era of a wise ruler like Wen Jing, there were natural disasters. The way of heaven was far away and we mortals could not climb everything up to the way of heaven. We mortals could not climb."

In fact, when it comes to this, he also found it strange. Because he had read many reports. Since Li Zhi gave power to Wu Zetian, the Tang Dynasty had frequent disasters and minor disasters every year. For example, the previous year, there were tsunamis, typhoons, floods, and droughts. By last year, or the previous year, there had never been such a intensive disaster.

If he was not here, he had to protect Wu Zetian and said, "The court also had the intention of the court to use people in this way. Some ministers were strong and liked to make strong suggestions, such as Zheng Duke, some were clear about decisions, such as Lai Duke, some were good at planning, such as Liang Duke. Some of these people acted, some could make the people know, while others did not like the people know. For example, Chen Ping had countless wonderful plans for the Western Han Dynasty in his life, and almost no one knew about the people. But did he have any contribution? You and I are not in the temple, so why didn't you know that Gun Yan and Gun Jiang had never planned for the court?"

At least he had seen Jiang Ke and Liu Rengui rack their brains for Tubo. Of course, he could not make a judgment on his abilities.

"Besides, the defeat of Dafeichuan is common to military strategists. There are many reasons for these failures. But it is just a small Tubo. However, in this situation, should the court be the main focus of the people of the Tang Dynasty? Or should they ignore the happiness of the people, and forcefully mobilize large troops to attack Tubo and avenge Dafeichuan like Emperor Yang of Sui? Besides, the prince is in poor health, is still young, lacks experience in handling state affairs, the emperor is sick, and the queen does not help, who will share the burden with the emperor?"

The youngest boy, who was born as extraordinary as Censor Li, had not entered the official career, but he knew more.

He was also afraid of being implicated by Wei Siwen. Of course, the prince had no big problem. Anyway, he was kind and even if he heard it, he said, "Before Wei Siwen refuted, he said, "This gentleman is reasonable. I heard that the prince is kind and love, but it is just a little bit of love. Not to mention anything else, just a few poems he wrote, Yu Xiaoling can see through the leopard and see a little."

"Mr. Cui, why did you say this?" Xiangxue said angrily.

Her heart was soft, so after hearing some of Li Hong's deeds, she admired Li Hong very much. That day, Yang Chengyou brought three more elegant lyrics, which deepened her admiration and even turned into admiration.

Not only did she not have a good expression to "Cui Jun" or Li Wei, but Li Wei's subordinates were still maintaining order for her maid and could not have an attack.

Li Wei and Li Xian and the others both felt strange. These four people were so strange. It was okay for Censor Li to be the real Censor. The other three, the surname Wei, said that Queen Wu Zetian was not good, while Cui, did not agree with Li Hong. The famous prostitute was talking for Li Hong again.

"Mr. Cui" replied calmly: "Miss Xiangxue, the prince is respectful, but he is the crown prince. Little benevolence and love are not chosen by the king. Besides, those three poems are originally the hope of the world, but they do not write poems, but they write poems in a wrong way. Can this be the hope of the world? Besides, the literary essays are high in elegance and integrity. Among the three poems, although the lyrics are broad, except that the one is still alive every day, the other two poems are too rough. He is the crown prince, not a martial artist. I am not saying that the crown prince will not be a good man in the future, at least he is indeed a little lacking now, and the state affairs must be controlled by the emperor and the emperor."

Censor Li was the most embarrassing, but why did he think about it with these two people? In front of him, one said that his mother was not good, and the other said that he was not good. A person who was originally very smart is now so anxious that he sweated all over.

He was anxious, and Li Xian got angry and said in a buzzing voice: "You have commented on the lack of what the prince wrote, so I ask you, what poems have you written?"

"Mr. Cui" was very calm and confident, shaking the folding fan and said, "Although I am very talented and knowledgeable, there are a few poems. Listen to it, the moon is born on the west sea, and the wind is strong. Crossing the passes through the mountains thousands of miles, the vastness is not the same. Han soldiers spread the counties and states, and Hu horses peeked at the pavilion. Every night, he heard sadness and slaughter, and the conquesters stood up to look south."

Not to mention the momentum and artistic conception, this poem is indeed very neat and in line with what he said is elegant and upright.

However, after hearing this poem, Li Wei already knew who the young man was. Xiangxue spoke again and said, "It's better to be honest, according to me."

She still supports Li Hong.

Citic Li sighed in his heart. If she had not been born and had been talented with Xiangxue's appearance, her unintentional actions today might have brought her awesome benefits. But no matter how good her character is, she is always separated from the prince from the Chuhe Han Realm.

The young man surnamed Cui was born with a noble background and was not angry, and he smiled slightly and said, "Miss Xiangxue, I don't object, but there is a good idea. You can take out a poem or essay written by the prince and compare it with the poems and essays I wrote, and you will know the level of the difference."

Poetry is poetry, and lyrics are lyrics, which is not very good. Besides, the poem he wrote is indeed good, and he has the capital to be proud of.

Li Lingyue secretly grabbed Li Wei's arm and whispered: "Brother, take out a poem to scare him."

Li Wei looked at the sky and saw that the rice from the big jar brought by Xiangxue was about to be delivered, and he didn't want to continue to argue about this matter. In fact, as long as he had protected Wu Zetian, his goal would be achieved. He whispered to Li Lingyue: "My sister's order, I dare not listen."

Li Lingyue smiled.

Originally, Li Wei had exposed the discussion about Wu Zetian, so it would be fine. But this little Cuizi would be irritated by the Bodhisattva after stepping on him again and again. He knew his name from this poem, but he didn't know much about his deeds, and only knew that it seemed that his official reputation was not very good. Therefore, he no longer had the idea of ​​loving talents. If he had compared himself with talent, Li Wei would have to be ashamed of himself, but he was concerned about the poem.

Then step on it!

After saying that, he looked at the young man surnamed Cui with a smile and said, "Mr. Cui, I happened to hear a few poems written by the prince, but his temperament is very elegant. Although it may not be the best, it is better because it is meaningful and pure. Although Cui Jun's poem is well written, it seems empty compared to the prince's poem."
Chapter completed!