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At night, the emperor lost his temper in the palace, saying that he was boring as an emperor. So the first troll of Datang went out directly from Yongxingfang to the wall of the workshop at night, and went directly to Yanxi Gate and patted wildly: "Open the door!" Open the door! ”

The master of the night vigil was about to shoot him with an arrow, but he still asked more: "Who." ”

"I, Wei Zheng."

So the door opened, and the trolls were led over to see how the emperor was spilling on the dinner table.

When the queen saw that it was Lao Wei, she was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked if she had eaten, Lao Wei said that she had eaten, and then looked at the thirty-year-old emperor coldly.

The emperor suddenly stopped making trouble, and then said flatteringly: "Why did you ...... Qing?"

"Your Majesty!"

Lao Wei shouted, and the silver chopsticks in Li Shimin's hand fell directly to the ground.

Li Er's heart was empty, and he was ready to take his concubine's hand and feel the true feelings of the world.

But the queen had already taken the children back to the room to tell the story.

The long night was a long night, and it was like that, and it was the next day.

When the ministers clocked in and lined up under the corridor, Li Daozong turned around and asked Li Tao: "Mao Gong, someone entered the palace last night to face the saint?" ”

"Hmm."

Li Tao didn't say much, and looked at Wei Zheng in the civil official ranks.

Li Daozong showed a received look, and then sighed in his heart: With such a big movement yesterday, Your Majesty can afford it?

When the people from the foreign dynasty arrived, the emperor came to the court with a figure-eight step.

The ministers all secretly looked at the boss, and then their eyes burst out in shock, the emperor's dark circles were exactly the same as Pixiu's.

The eldest grandson Wuji couldn't help but glance sideways at Wei Zheng, and then secretly gave a thumbs up.

Hero, well done.

Originally, you were an emperor with the expectations of tens of millions of people in the Tang Dynasty, but because dozens of little children stole the limelight, you lost your temper at dinner? I didn't slip away.

However, the eldest grandson Wuji didn't dare to spray his brother-in-law, mainly because his sister couldn't let go of his sister's words, and again, he wanted to maintain the image of the perfect uncle in the minds of his niece and nephew.

And Lao Wei doesn't care, anyway, the old man is Li Jiancheng's person, and the entire Tang officialdom has no friends. In the past, after the old guy Xue Wanche called Zhang Gongjin's father, his whole style of painting changed, and he pondered killing people every day.

Don't dare to say anything else, to kill the Turks this year, Li Dong promised him all the way to be in charge, obviously to promote Xue Wanche, the deep meaning behind it, or to appease Prince Yin's former minions.

"The Tang Dynasty attaches equal importance to martial arts, and the Qujiang Literary Society has frequent masterpieces, which shows the prosperity of my Tang Dynasty literary style! I'm so relieved. ”

Li Shimin, who was staring at the panda's eyes, sighed with emotion there, and the ministers complained in their hearts: I didn't write poems and held back.

"Your Majesty's edification is far beyond the Wenjing, the work covers the six dynasties, the famous story of the Chang'an teenager has been handed down, this has never been a grand occasion in the past dynasties, and the ministers ask Your Majesty to erect a monument to write an article, so that the world will remember such a grand event."

Kong Saijiu suddenly jumped out and slapped his ass, and the speed was a bit unbearable.

Wei Zhengxin said What the hell is this, what kind of madness has Lao Kong been doing recently, so focused on patting horses.

Li Shiming was already very melancholy, and when he heard that Kong Saijiu actually appreciated his face so much, he immediately stared at the dark circles under his eyes and showed a smile: "The young man here, you must remember." ”

As a result, the first item of the Foreign Dynasties Conference was passed - "Several Resolutions on the Qujiang Cultural Society".

Zhang De didn't know what happened in the outer court, anyway, today he was forced by Uncle Tan to go to Lu Deming's mansion.

At the gate of the mansion, Zhang De looked back step by step, looking at Uncle Tan like a quail, extremely sad and angry.

"Lang Jun, as the head of the Southern Sect, you must lead by example, Lang Jun also has two younger brothers."

Uncle Tan played the family card first.

Then he paused: "Besides, what Hongshen Gong commanded, Lang Jun also listened to with his own ears." If Lang Jun rubs in again, when Hongshen Gong returns to Beijing in April to report on his work, if you haven't bowed to Lu Gongmen......"

Uncle Tan played the intimidation card again.

"At this Qujiang Literary Conference, Lang Jun did not have a good work, but I was afraid that when the time came, the prince would be selected to accompany him, and Lang Jun's hope of being selected was very slim. And if Lang Jun is a disciple of Lu Gong, it is very different. ”

Sweet dates are always placed in the back.

But Lao Zhang didn't want to eat this sweet jujube at all, although his historical knowledge was not solid, he also knew that Li Chengqian did not become the emperor!

Besides, he didn't want to accompany the prince to study, he was a person with ideals, and he wanted to be the first person in the Tang Dynasty to be smashed in the head by an apple.

Such a great ideal, the people of the Tang Dynasty knew an egg.

"Uncle Tan......"

"Get in!"

"Oh."

In the end, Lao Zhang gritted his teeth and entered the Lu Mansion.

Waiting for the scene waiting in the middle hall, Lu Deming was helped by his youngest son Lu Feibai to sit down.

When he saw Lu Deming, Zhang De was taken aback, he hadn't seen him for a long time, and the old man was haggard like a candle in the wind.

"How can a bachelor ......?"

"Describe the withered tree, huh?"

Lu Deming even showed a smile, and he smiled very reluctantly.

"My father suffered from a cold last year and has not improved......

Lu Feibai looked sad and explained to Zhang De.

"Qu Jiangwenhui, do you have any poems?"

Lu Deming waved his hand indifferently, and then let go of his hand and stood on the side as he held his youngest son.

Zhang De was stunned: Could it be that the old man knows about me selling poetry circles for money? What happened to the east window? No way!

"Virtue is dull, not good at poetry, and there are no poems."

Lao Zhang said truthfully.

As soon as the words fell, a small scholar outside the door said respectfully: "Bachelor, someone outside has sent Zhang Dalang's poems." ”

"Oh?"

Lu Deming was surprised, and then said with a smile: "You little man, you have a good loyal servant." Bring the poems. ”

Lao Zhang's face changed: Uncle Tan, you yin me!

Then Lu Deming opened the scroll of poems, stroked his beard and prepared to comment. He was smiling, but when he saw the poem, his face instantly collapsed.

Slowly raised his head and looked at Zhang De: "You wrote this...... Is it poetry? ”

Shaking the snow-white tribute paper, Lu Deming's expression was very gloomy, and he looked like he wanted to kill.

"The clumsiness made the bachelor laugh."

"Clumsy?"

Lu Deming's beard was trembling, and he handed it to Lu Feibai: "Read it to this shaft and listen to it yourself!" ”

So Lu Feibai took the paper with both hands, stretched it open and read: "What a big tree, the top is bare." There was a bird, all black and black...... The title of the poem, "Black Crow Visits Spring Willows". ”

It's a ...... Write landscape poems. And it's realistic.

The old man's face suddenly darkened, why are you still ashamed to play? I wrote it myself and played it and didn't say that I wanted to live for a hundred years, so what's wrong with this writing? It's very realistic, and it expresses its heart directly.

"The old man's time is short, I thought that if you had a little ink, I would teach you "Lao Zhuang" and "Zhou Yi", and now it seems that saying that you have no ink on your chest is lifting ......"

Hey, old man, you're hurting that. Do you know about Fourier conversion? Do you know Gauss's theorem? Do you know the Butterfly Consensus? Do you know how to write the fennel word for fennel bean?

"Forget it, it's also the old man who responded to Hongshen, since he accepted you as an apprentice, he always has to teach something, so I'll teach you the piano for a few months."

Well? Learning the piano? I'm rubbing, old man, you still minor in art?

The corners of Zhang De's mouth twitched, Lao Tzu just used the way of a liberal arts student to circle money, and now you tell me to let me be an art student?

"Uh, Bachelor, can you ......?"

"The old man's time is short, and he has no energy to bargain with you."

"Sir doesn't know that the disciple is quite yearning for the way of music and rhythm. Although the disciple does not have such talent, he hopes that one day, his piano sound can attract the disciple's bell period. ”

Lu Deming's expression was a little sluggish, and after looking at Zhang De for a long time, he coughed and said, "The old man didn't expect that you would be so undisciplined at such a young age. ”

At this time, the ministers of the foreign court were having lunch under the corridor, and while eating, someone asked: "What did the internal official send to Your Majesty?" ”

"All the poems and essays of the sons and daughters of the Qujiang Literary Society."

"This Qujiang Literary Meeting, there are many excellent works, it seems that Your Majesty is going to eat with poems, hahahaha......"

Just as the ministers outside were making fun of the boss, Li Er pointed to one of them with a dark face and said, "This is a poem? ”

The queen has always been dignified, leaned over and glanced at it, and then the queen lost her temper.

"Someone!"

Li Dong, who remembered something, snorted, "Something is wrong, there must be demons!" Hum! ”