"Ten years of life and death are vast, and I can't forget it without thinking. There is no place to talk about the desolation of the lonely grave thousands of miles away. Even if we meet, we don't know each other, and our faces are covered with frost. When we come to the night of a dream, we suddenly return home. We are dressing up in the small window. We look at each other without saying a word, but we only have thousands of tears. We think that every year, the heartbreaking night is broken, and the pine hill is short."

There is a thousand miles of lonely grave, and there is no place to tell the sadness in my heart. I can only see each other speechlessly.

Li Tai savored these poems, "Good articles, good words and sentences."

But looking left and right, Li Zheng's handwriting is really too unsightly.

And there are many typos.

"Ten years of life and death are vast, and you will never forget it without thinking. A lonely grave that has nowhere to talk about is desolate."

Qin Qiong sighed: "How could a twelve-year-old child feel like this?"

But who else can write such a poem, and who else can write hundreds of poems a day and overnight?

The crowd was crowded under the city wall, so they had to send out Jinwu Guards to maintain order here.

Poems made by Li Zheng are sung in various places in Chang'an.

Some literati were drinking alcohol wildly and chanting poems loudly.

All the literati in Chang'an are crazy.

Since the unification of the world, after the war was pacified, there has been room for literati to swear.

How many literati have produced and how many talented men have produced over the past thousands of years.

There are also many wonderful chapters.

Although the poetry and prose of the Tang Dynasty have not reached its peak to this day.

Those great scholars of the contemporary world are also good at writing articles.

There are countless good poems and lyrics, and those that are passed down to the world are rare.

Only this time, Li Zheng wrote hundreds of poems in one day and one night.

Looking at the Chang'an city walls full of poems.

Which dynasty and which generation have such a landscape?

How many scholars are excited when they are born in the present?

How many people are lost before these psalms?

Cheng Yaojin stood on a tower in Chang'an, and from here you can see poems covered with poems on the walls of Chang'an. "The Changsun family's bookstore drove people out on the grounds that Li Zheng couldn't write well. Now Changsun Wuji regretted his intestines."

Kong Yingda, whose hair and beard were white, said: "The ancestors, sage Confucius, said: There is no difference in teaching, how can you drive people out just because Li Zheng can't write well?"

Cheng Yaojin sneered and said, "What a pity, this Li Zheng doesn't want to be an official now."

Kong Yingda shook his head in disappointment when he thought of the Changsun family's actions.

...

Changsun Wuji was furious in his home.

A Li was about to ruin the reputation of the Changsun family.

The Changsun family’s bookshop was cultivated for the Changsun family.

Just cultivate someone who can enter the court.

Then this person is the wings of the Changsun family.

In the future, more people will stand on the side of Changsun’s house in the court.

It's also a bit selfish. Changsun Wuji's political enemies, Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling, have always been Li Shimin's right-hand man, and he just wanted to stand in front of these two people.

After Li Er ascended the throne, Changsun Wuji understood in his heart.

The biggest difference between himself and Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui is that they do not have such family background as they are.

Although the Changsun family is not as good as the aristocratic family, it is also one of the most powerful people in Chang'an.

Changsun Wuji knew in his heart that Li Shimin must also know that he was cultivating wings.

He did not expose himself.

Because Li Shimin has no choice now, there are too few scholars in the Tang Dynasty.

He needs someone to train scholars for him.

Build your own academy and train the scholars who can submit the papers to Hongwenguan.

This is also an advantage that Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui do not have.

They do not have the management of the Changsun family, nor do they have the accumulated wealth of the Changsun family.

Changsun Wuji always had a shadow in his heart.

Many people also say that they relied on the current queen to take office.

Changsun Wuji sneered that before Li Shimin became rich, he and Li Shimin were friends with common people.

They met Li Shimin earlier than Fang Xuanling and the others.

Indeed, in terms of strategy and strategy of governing the country, Changsun Wuji believed that he was not as good as Fang Xuanling.

So I have always been the best for Changsun, and I tried my best to let him follow the prince to study with him.

Let him be more dazzling than all the powerful children in the court.

Things have been accomplished so far, but now a Li Zheng has emerged.

It disrupted my plans for more than ten years.

Changsun Chong persuaded his father: "Father Li Zheng is just a powerful poetic technique."

Who would have thought that a boy he looked down upon would have achieved such achievements today?

Now there is a saying in Chang'an that Li Zheng is the Poet Saint.

This incident must be engraved in the hearts of many people in Chang'an.

"Father! My child thinks that what Your Majesty really needs today is a talent who can govern the country. The Tang Dynasty has only been based in the Central Plains for a few years, and the court lacks people. It is not surprising or fearful for a person who shows off his rhetoric and only knows some math skills."

Changsun Wuji looked at his son with a complicated expression.

"Recently, an urgent report came from Taiyuan, that Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui have been summoned to the palace to discuss matters."

Changsun Chong asked, "Is there something wrong in Taiyuan?"

If it weren't for the news from the contacts in the palace, Changsun Wuji wouldn't have known what was happening in Taiyuan now.

"There are many signs of locust plagues found in Taiyuan. The governor of Taiyuan sent a memorial to the court, asking for fire to prevent another disaster.

Changsun Chong still remembered the locust plague last year, and many people starved to death.

Changsun Wuji said patiently: "Your Majesty means to save food, but the locust plague cannot happen again."

"The boy understands it, so I'll go and ask someone to discuss the countermeasures."

Changsun Wuji nodded.

But if you think about it carefully, Li Zheng, a child, is indeed unparalleled in poetry and has accomplished mathematics.

What Your Majesty now needs is indeed a good talent who can govern the country.

Li Zheng?

Changsun Wuji was not so worried immediately. It was just for his own reputation, Changsun Chong had to show his talents.

In Chang'an, new words from Li Zheng are still being sent.

Many people even stood at the gate of the city and copied the poems immediately after they were sent.

"Beside the broken bridge outside the post, lonely blooming without a master. It was already dusk and sorrow, and the wind and rain were even more filled with the spring. I had no intention of fighting for the spring, and letting the flowers be jealous. Stones fell into mud and dust, and only the fragrance was as good as before."

Kong Yingda looked at the scribed poem and sighed: "What a good sentence! What a sentence that is unintentional to fight for spring, and let the flowers be jealous."

Compared to Li Zheng's situation in Chang'an, he said that he was unintentionally fighting for spring, and he let the flowers jealous.

Li Zhengben did not want to make a name for himself in Chang'an.

But it caused rumors to fly everywhere.

These rumors even wanted to ruin a twelve-year-old.

This Tang Dynasty must give young people a chance to display their talents.

Kong Yingda thought in her heart.

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much will it be known in the past? The building was windy again last night. The homeland was unbearable to look back at the moonlight. The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the red faces change. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward!"

Another poem is sent to Chang'an.
Chapter completed!