Speaking of this, Li Shimin stared at Li Chengqian.

Li Chengqian tried hard to act very attentively.

However, Li Shimin saw this little trick in his eyes, and Li Shimin shook his head in his heart.

Li Shimin opened his mouth to speak.

At this time, Chen Zhengtai said: "Let's wait."

"Huh?" Li Shimin showed displeasure. Before I could speak, you should be so arrogant. You are simply bold.

When Li Shimin was angry, who knew that at this time, Chen Zhengtai took out a book very seriously, dipped the pen ink in front of his own book case, and made a look that he would record at any time: "Mr. Teacher, the student is stupid, and he is afraid that the essence of the teacher will not be remembered... Please talk slowly later."

Immediately afterwards, Chen Zhengtai solemnly picked up his pen and wrote down the word "notes" on the book.

Li Shimin's dissatisfaction immediately disappeared... and at this moment, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

It seems that he has become a great scholar who is well-educated, and a group of scholars can be honored to listen to his own explanations.

Li Shimin nodded at Chen Zhengtai, and his eyes fell on Li Chengqian again.

Li Chengqian's indifferent look made Li Shimin suddenly feel angry.

Fortunately, he was well cultivated, so he began to explain it word by word.

In fact, although Li Shimin is famous all over the world for his military affairs, as a child of aristocratic families, his knowledge is still very good. Li Shimin's poems have been circulated in later generations. Although they are not famous works throughout the ages, they are also considered excellent works.

Li Shimin quoted the classics and wrote them down, which made Chen Zhengtai admire him. Chen Zhengtai kept recording the pen.

Li Shimin saw it and nodded in his heart. When he saw Li Chengqian next to him, he seemed to have nowhere to put his hands. Although he was pretending to be listening, he felt even more disappointed in his heart compared to the two. He couldn't help but shout: "Li Chengqian!"

Li Chengqian was wandering and shivered: "Son minister...Son minister is here."

"How did I say it?"

“It’s very good.”

Li Shimin smiled, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he immediately looked at Chen Zhengtai: "Zhengtai."

Chen Zhengtai said: "The students are here."

Li Shimin said: "What do you think?"

Chen Zhengtai said seriously: "What Your Majesty said makes the students enlightened, and it is really a wake-up call. The so-called "hearing the truth in the morning and dying in the evening" is enough. The teacher is talking about loving the people today. The students can't help but speculate that it is because the teacher loves the people as his sons and regards the people of the world as their own sons. The so-called "feeling with emotion can make them lively. However, the students have some regrets. When the teacher talked about "returning to Zou and going to Teng", the students were so obsessed with listening and they didn't have time to take notes. The one just now is the finishing touch, concise and to the point, pointing out the essence of the way of Confucius and Mencius."

Li Shimin nodded repeatedly and couldn't help laughing: "It's reasonable."

Li Shimin actually discovered that being a role model is a very pleasant thing. He smiled and said, "You are extremely smart and will become a pillar in the future."

"Where is it?" Chen Zhengtai said humbly: "Even if he spends his whole life, he is not as good as his mentor, but he just picks up some mentors' ya wisdom."

Li Chengqian was stunned by the sight of him, and there was a hint of jealousy in his heart. Who is the son of his father?

Li Shimin was overjoyed and suddenly remembered something: "I have a poem here, let me show you."

When he said it, he could not help but show off his words.

poetry……

Chen Zhengtai almost forgot that Li Shimin was actually a poet. Although people remember his military and political talents, his romantic affairs, and his chopping off his brothers at Xuanwu Gate, Li Shimin's calligraphy and poetry were actually covered up by these countless lights.

Of course... Chen Zhengtai has read some poems by Li Shimin. As for his evaluation of Li Shimin, he can only be: he works hard and takes great care. He has achieved some results, but there is one thing that is bad, that is, God does not reward him for his job.

But even so, it seems to be higher than that of a later emperor who claimed that he had perfect martial arts and liked to write poetry everywhere.

Chen Zhengtai said seriously: "I beg my teacher to give me advice."

Li Shimin was very pleased. This kid Chen Zhengtai is very polite to my temper. He wrote a poem recently and was very proud, just to show it to Chen Zhengtai.

After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Qian beside him.

Zhang Qian knew it and hurriedly took a piece of paper and spread it out in front of Chen Zhengtai.

Seeing this, Li Chengqian also came over to see it, his eyes fell on the paper, and immediately pretended to say, "What a poem, what a poem..."

Chen Zhengtai despised him and stole my lines.

The poem on paper is obviously a work of improvisation by Li Shimin, so it is very sloppy when writing.

Chen Zhengtai only saw the first line of this poem: Cold changes with the law of poverty...

Suddenly, Chen Zhengtai had an impression in his heart and was happy. This was not the most famous song "First Spring" passed down by Li Shimin.

Anyone with a slightly higher level of knowledge than compulsory education probably has some impression of this poem, because it is the pinnacle of Li Shimin's poetry.

So I only looked at the first sentence in a vague way. Although the words at the back were sloppy, Chen Zhengtai, with some memory and a few recognized words, pretended to be happy and nodded: "The cold changes with the law of poverty, the sound of birds blooms, the first wind brings willows, and the eyebrows of flowers in the evening snow... What a poem, what a poem, the teacher is doing every day, and he can still feel something. Reciting this poem is like spring coming, it is like a spring breeze, like a slight drizzle soaking into his heart."

When Li Shimin heard this, he suddenly felt that this was so good that he spoke up and wanted to laugh.

Li Chengqian, who was standing beside him, said sourly: "No, what is the sound of birds running through spring, and what is the first wind and willows? You read it wrongly. The above clearly states: The sound of birds running through spring, and there is also the willows with spring wind and willows. What else do you say is like a spring breeze? You admit your words wrongly."

Chen Zhengtai was stunned and looked at the poem on the paper carefully. Sure enough, it was not the sound of the sound, but the sound of the sound, not the spring breeze, but the first wind. It's not right, it's a hell, it's clear that this poem "Shouchun" is the sound of the sound of the first wind. Did you remember it wrong?

But the words "sound" and "spring breeze" are clearly written in front of me...

After hearing this, Li Shimin's face sank and his tiger eyes looked straight at Chen Zhengtai.

Everyone kept silent, and the atmosphere became solemn.

Chen Zhengtai thought to himself that this was awful, and his buddy actually lost his hooves for a day, so he hurriedly said, "My teacher will forgive me, and the students will die."

Li Chengqian was only happy at this time and looked at Chen Zhengtai happily... Of course, he had no grudges with Chen Zhengtai. Speaking of which, Chen Zhengtai also gave him food, but... Seeing that his father valued him so much, Li Chengqian, as the crown prince, was inevitably a little unhappy. Anyway, he was picking Chen Zhengtai's fault, which was not a serious crime. The godfather knew that Chen Zhengtai was nothing great.

Li Shimin held his face and looked cold.

"You kid didn't look at it seriously, you're blind..."

But then, he stopped, it was wrong... His body was shocked.

The sound opens...the first wind.

His poem was an impromptu work. Although he was very satisfied, Li Shimin actually knew that there were several words in the poem that were worth pondering. For example, if the sound of a bird was played, it would not be rhyme enough. For example, the spring breeze in the following stanza overlapped with the spring rush in the previous stanza. This is a taboo in poetry, but Li Shimin wanted to break his head, but he couldn't think of any words to replace it.

But he actually discovered that the opening of Chen Zhengtai’s unintentional sentence was the finishing touch. Not only did it match the rhyme, but the word “加” really set off the spring atmosphere. As for the first wind behind it, it was just right.

I originally wanted to give this poem a few talented ministers to ponder it and then finalize the poem. I thought that this draft alone would be enough to let Chen Zhengtai see my power.

But unexpectedly, Chen Zhengtai only glanced at my poem and hit the key point in the poem, and immediately made up for the missing. However, the deletion and modification of these two words, the original poem of the middle and superior immediately rose to a higher level.

Li Shimin breathed heavily.

He attaches great importance to poetry.

After all... Liu Bang wrote the "Big Wind Song" and Cao Cao could chant "Viewing the Sea" even if Emperor Yang of Sui, his level of poetry was not simple.

I have worked harder, tried my best, wrote a few good poems that have been passed down through the ages. Isn’t this very reasonable?

Li Shimin, who ascended the throne through the Zhenguan transformation, seemed to hope that he could do everything well so that everyone in the world would know that he was both civil and military, so that future generations would be amazed.

Originally, Li Shimin planned to secretly summon some great scholars to revise a few sentences for himself and then make it public.

But now...

Li Shimin's eyes were revealed, and under Chen Zhengtai's revision, this poem had no more flaws.

This son of Chen Zhengtai... is really hidden.

He can quickly point out the problem and correct it accurately. If it is just this, it is not a skill. The problem is that all this only happens in an instant, and this person's poetry... is so terrifying.

Of course... it would be fine if it was just like this. Those who have some talented people, especially young people, like the most is to be complacent and show off.

But Zhengtai did not show off his intelligence because of this, but deliberately read the poem incorrectly. This was a painstaking effort to cover up my shame, and also to give all the good reputations obtained from this poem to me?

What is this? This is great loyalty and filial piety.
Chapter completed!