The moon is shining in the sky, and the figures in the court are staggered, looking prosperous.

At this time, even Li Shimin has a feeling of flourishing poetry, and he must know that he is a person who loves poetry.

"Ahem!"

Li Shimin couldn't help but speak out deliberately, but he quickly attracted everyone's attention, after all, he was the emperor.

Moreover, some old ministers who have followed Li Shimin for a long time also know that His Majesty is going to compose poems, and many ministers also show a trace of interest.

You must know that in terms of composing poetry, this majesty is not weak, and even much better than most of the people present.

"The cold sky on the round spirit, all the same words are the same..."

Seeing the cooperation of the ministers, Li Shimin's face was even more joyful, and he couldn't help but speak.

It's just that halfway through the conversation, a hurried footstep came, interrupting the emperor's poetry for a while.

For a while, Li Shimin's complexion couldn't help but change slightly, but seeing Li Junxian, he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"I've seen Your Majesty!"

Li Junxian saw Li Shimin's eyes lit up and said loudly, and there was naturally no lack of respect in his words.

"I don't know what's going on?"

Although Li Shimin had some helplessness in his heart, he still spoke quietly on the surface.

On top of the facts, he was naturally unhappy with Li Junxian's interruption in his heart, but seeing this respectful appearance, even Li Shimin couldn't say anything.

Not only Li Shimin, but also the ministers present at this time also set their eyes on this hundred cavalry commander.

For Li Junxian, the ministers present were very familiar, of course, they were more complicated, because they knew that this commander controlled the entire Chang'an.

Chang'an's wind and grass can't hide from this majesty, and all this comes from Baicai.

There are also many ministers who want to befriend this commander, but Li Junxian is lukewarm, and I have to say that Li Junxian still has some self-knowledge.

"An Xuangong sent someone to send a pair of words in!"

Facing this majesty, Li Junxian did not hesitate to speak up.

After the words fell, Li Shimin finally knew why his inner turmoil came from.

You must know that the last Mid-Autumn Festival, Li Shimin was out of the limelight, and this time because of An Xuangong's refusal, Li Shimin prepared a lot of time.

Just for the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry to overwhelm the crowd, to replicate the last Mid-Autumn Festival, you must know that his poems were spread in Chang'an for several days.

"An Xuangong's poems?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen An Xuangong's new poems."

"This time it must have something to do with the Mid-Autumn Festival, I don't know what amazing poetry it is this time."

.......

Before Li Shimin could speak, the voices of small discussions had already sounded, but there was a hint of expectation in the words.

To know An Xuangong's talent, it is recognized by the entire Tang Dynasty, and many people have regrets because of An Xuangong's postponement.

But I didn't expect An Xuangong to compose a poem specifically because of this Mid-Autumn Festival, and the people who originally expected this emperor before have now transformed into expectations for An Xuangong.

Although it is good to be a courtier, most of the courtiers still have a literati backbone, so if there are more than a choice, they will naturally favor Shu An.

If it was in the past, Li Shimin would definitely be eager to watch Shu An's calligraphy and paintings, but today is an accident.

Because Li Shimin had no superfluous expression on his face at this time, he obviously had a lot of struggles in his heart.

"Bring it on!"

Empress Eldest Sun's soft voice sounded, and she couldn't help shaking her head in her heart, Your Majesty still has some petty family anger.

"Yes!"

After Li Junxian said, he immediately handed over the pair of words in his hand, in fact, he also had a lot of interest in An Xuangong's poems.

However, he did not dare to try to disassemble it until His Majesty had not opened it.

When the little eunuch next to him handed over this pair of words, Li Shimin gradually recovered, and barely squeezed out a smile on his face.

Because Li Shimin also knew that he had some gaffes at this time, fortunately, this emperor was quite good in terms of mentality.

Even if I am young now, I have experienced a lot and become much calmer, and if I think about it, it is not bad to be able to get a poem from my father.

Now Li Shimin can only comfort himself like this, after all, the words of Yafu before were worth a lot of money, not to mention that this is a poem.

Of course, Li Shimin also felt the eyes around him, although Li Shimin was a little unhappy, but his voice still sounded.

"Wang De, read it directly!"

He wanted to see if this father was still so amazing on top of the Mid-Autumn Festival poems.

If it is ordinary, then Li Shimin is not welcome, after all, he has a lot of anger now.

Wang De, who was originally close, also stopped at this time, and then opened the pair of words in his hand.

"The drums cut off the pedestrians, and the sound of geese in the autumn."

"The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming."

......

Wang De's voice sounded slowly, and the first sentence did not cause too many people to change, but there were some doubts, because this poem seemed to be a rare side poem.

However, when the second sentence came, the eyes of most of the people present flashed a glimmer of light, which was a stunning light.

Even Li Shimin is no exception, because he already has a hunch that this poem will definitely shake the entire Chang'an, and even spread throughout the Tang Dynasty.

After all, the poems themselves belong to the top batch, coupled with An Xuangong's fame, it would be strange if this poem was not spread.

When the whole poem fell, a picture appeared in the minds of those present.

The sound of gongs and drums on the garrison block the passage of people, and in the autumn of the border stopper, a lonely goose chirps.

After tonight, it will enter the white dew solar term, and the moon is still the brightest in my hometown.

There are brothers but they are all scattered, there is no home and there is no way to inquire about life and death, letters sent to their hometown are often not delivered, and wars are frequent and endless.

This poem was sent to the court after Shu An's choice, although the background of this poem is different, but it is also applicable in this era.

You must know that although many people in the entire Tang Dynasty have a festival tonight, this does not include the soldiers stationed in the border towns.

These soldiers even had a piece of moon cake to look forward to, let alone see their relatives, and when they thought of this, the completely lively court was a little silent at this time.

Even some princes and princesses who don't understand things can feel that there is something wrong with the atmosphere at this time, and they all fall silent.

"The moon is the hometown of Ming!"

Of course, in addition, this sentence alone also made many people sigh, because whether it was Li Shimin or the ministers present.

Most people were not born in Chang'an, even when Li Shimin was in Taiyuan, for this emperor, Taiyuan is the hometown of this emperor.

Although the bright moon hung high this night, it was destined to have many sleepless people.