But the guards behind him ignored him, as if they were determined to send him back.

At this time, autumn was approaching, and the sky was already a little cold, so Wu Youjing had to hold her snow-white arms, cover her indescribable places, and trembled.

When the carriage with Deng Jian is about to pass by.

It seems that someone has discovered Wu Youjing.

Then someone shouted, "Isn't that Mr. Wu?"

"Mr. Wu...Mr. Wu..."

"Where is Mr. Wu, this insulting dog thief."

"Wu Youjing, where are the Haikou you once boasted about?"

Deng Jian couldn't help but be dumbfounded, but saw Wu Youjing also seemed to be scared, so he turned around and ran away. For a moment, there was another restlessness on the street.

Deng Jian immediately calmed down and ignored these things. In his opinion, these little things had nothing to do with him.

He has developed a deaf ear to things outside the window, and will not ask about anything else unless it is something he is concerned about.

The carriage finally entered the palace and came here. Deng Jian felt that he had lost his previous panic, but his mentality gradually calmed down!

When he arrived at the Tai Chi Hall, Deng Jian got out of the car steadily. The eunuch beside him said with a smile: "Deng Jieyuan, Your Majesty has personally issued an order to order you to enter the palace by carriages and horses. This is an honor that ordinary people do not have."

I thought that at this moment, Deng Jian would definitely look flattered.

But Deng Jian just nodded calmly.

In fact, he did not have much concept of what it was to enter the palace.

Isn’t this emperor the same as the people? I think his family is similar, so it is common for ordinary people to visit each other.

Seeing that he was dull, the eunuch didn't know what to say for a moment. He cursed a fool in his heart and led Deng Jian into the palace.

After entering the hall, he met many people, but Deng Jian only looked up and saw Li Shimin and his master.

Master is eating tangerines.

He was still fed, but why did the master look in pain?

Deng Jian put away his mind and arrived in the hall. He hurriedly saluted: "I have seen Your Majesty."

The hall suddenly became silent, and everyone was looking at Deng Jian, wanting to see what was the difference between this little person who was originally unknown.

It can be seen that he was born ordinary and his skin was rough, and even... Perhaps because of his malnutrition since childhood, he was a little short. Although he was still decent, his skin was far from as jade-like and elegant as everyone imagined.

The ancients valued appearance and figure very much.

People always regard their handsome appearance as a person's character.

Even in the Ming Dynasty, those who had passed the Jinshi had to go through a selection. If they had a deer-headed and rat-headed person, it would be difficult to have the chance to enter the Hanlin Academy.

But many people shook their heads in their hearts about Deng Jian's appearance.

Li Shimin didn't care about this and nodded to Deng Jian: "I remembered that I saw you a few years ago. At that time, you were still in rags and ignorant, right?"

"Yes." Deng Jian replied honestly: "At that time, the students were only thinking about the next meal and were hungry."

Li Shimin sighed: "Who would have thought that I met you again. Now, I am still the same person, but you are already another person."

"The student is still Deng Jian, and there has never been any change. Although he has more knowledge than before, his essence will not change." Deng Jian replied with a whisper.

He was not nervous at this time.

Perhaps... it is because Li Shimin is the master's teacher. In his opinion, his master's master comes from this.

After hearing his words, Li Shimin showed a gentle smile on his face. He suddenly realized that Deng Jian was quite interesting.

But at this moment, Yang Xiong in the hall suddenly said, "Today is a grand event, and Deng Jieyuan is the top in the high school. It is the time of spring breeze. I wonder, can Deng Jieyuan write a poem? Can you recite a poem for us to carefully savor it?"

This is actually not a big malice.

But when Deng Jian heard about writing poetry, he shook his head without hesitation: "People can't write poetry... although they can barely write, they can't do it well and dare not show off their ugly words."

“…”

This is a bit honest.

Many people couldn't help laughing when they heard this.

Who doesn’t write poems in the monarch and ministers in this palace?

In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, writing poetry was an intuitive manifestation of talent.
Chapter completed!