Chapter 105: Empress Wu boasted that Ming Qing turned into a melon

Li Wei did not expect that the joint was not lost in Wu Zetian's broad embrace, which was a good idea.

After a little intimate relationship, Wu Zetian said, "Honger, sit down."

Let him sit between Li Zhi and himself, and this seat is also very particular. According to the rules, Li Zhi sat in the middle, Wu Zetian and Li Wei sat on one side. Let Wu Zetian push Li Wei into the middle, and Wu Zetian sat on his son's lower head.

It is a mother at home, which is a banquet for ministers and a state banquet. The prince is more important than the queen's position. He can sit without careful consideration, but it is not good to sit really. Di Renjie was a little anxious in the distance, so he was afraid that the prince would really treat him as the prince. He sat down and almost shouted.

However, Li Wei still understood this measure and said, "Mother, my son-in-law dare not."

"Oh, you have read a lot of ritual books. It's not bad, don't be too polite. Sit in the middle, and I can talk to you a few words with your father."

Then you can't sit down. Li Wei was about to refuse again, but Li Zhi said, "Listen to your mother, just sit down."

I can't sit anymore, and I don't know what my parents sell in the gourd, so I have to sit among them.

Wu Zetian waved at Shangguan Wan'er, who was standing in the distance, and asked her to come over, saying, "Wan'er, I heard that you wrote a poem in Shaolin Temple?"

"When I went back to the queen, it was the morning when I followed His Highness the Prince to run. Suddenly I thought of the poem the queen wrote in Shaolin Temple. I dared to imitate the queen and wrote a random poem."

Many ministers did not know Shangguan Wan'er, but they all heard that the prince asked the prince to take her from Chang'an to Luoyang. The ministers were very concerned about this matter, after all, Shangguan Yi had only been dead for a few years. Some ministers even felt very sympathetic to Shangguan Yi's death in the past.

So they stared at Shangguan Wan'er and looked at him.

Seeing the little loli answering in front of Wu Zetian, she shouted in her heart. Sure enough, she is Shangguan Yi's granddaughter, and this little girl is also outstanding, but she is a little younger. Some ministers were curious. Shangguan Yi is very talented and everyone knows, but Shangguan Wan'er is a little older, what poem will she write? Could it be the second Xu Hui?

"You read it to me."

"I am embarrassed to read it out, that poem is not well written."

"It's okay, you're still young after all, just not good. It's good to write it out, read it."

Shangguan Wan'er looked at Li Wei again, and Li Wei nodded. She understood her mother's meaning. She showed her belly in front of the ministers. Even though I killed Shangguan Yi, he should have killed him. But I will not be lazy with his granddaughter.

I have a good stomach and a good stomach. After making this statement at this banquet, Shangguan Wan'er will be very safe in the future.

The prince nodded, and Shangguan Wan'er had to chant in her still childish voice: "The wind is on the bamboo shadows, the sun is blooming, the clouds are red, the waves are divided into Kunlangyue, the dew is broken, the clouds are heavy, and the mist is heavy. He is accompanied by the prayer room and the orchids are near. The flower platform has no fragrance and the lotus pagoda is full of pine appearance. The prince is kind and kind, and he will finally make contributions to pray for blessings."

If this poem was written by Xu Li, it might be said that it was still good, but it was written by an eight-year-old girl. Many ministers still knew Shangguan Wan'er's learning environment. She didn't follow the prince for long, and most of the knowledge was learned in the difficult place of the Yeting Palace. How difficult it is.

Some ministers even thought about themselves and others. It was estimated that more than half of the people in this hall would never be able to write such a poem when they were eight years old, although they borrowed from Wu Zetian's poem. They were just references. The two poems have different meanings, different natures, and different styles.

One by one, they were surprised.

Wu Zetian nodded and said, "Although it is not bad to imitate the poem of my palace. In time, it may not be much inferior to my palace."

Li Wei was very dizzy when he heard his mother's words.

My mother is really confident. I have read her poems specially. If you are in time, you are not much inferior to you? Don’t take time. As long as she grows up to Bier’s age, your poems will not be as good as hers. Well, or the spirit of a "turtle" will be, Shangguan Wan'er will never be as good as you.

Wu Zetian continued, "You are very good. In the future, you will serve the prince well with Bier. Go back to the East Palace to rest."

Even though the banquet was held, Shangguan Wan'er and Bi'er were going back.

Staying here, they were not qualified to sit down, so they stood beside them and served, and became a little humble. Returning to the East Palace was the best way to deal with it. But there were other meanings. In front of the ministers, they roughly decided the identities of Jiang Bier and Shangguan Wan'er.

It is unlikely that the princess is a good wife, but she is not an ordinary palace maid or female official, but she is the prince's person.

Also, once again, show her generosity, so what about Shangguan Yi’s granddaughter? As long as she has talent, I will still appreciate her.

At least in terms of speaking level, Li Wei is now a thousand miles away from Wu Zetian.

Shangguan Wan'er didn't know if she could hear it, so she bent down and bowed and said, "Thank you Your Majesty, thank you the Queen."

Seeing her retreat, Wu Zetian said to Li Zhi: "This little girl is pretty good."

"Well," Li Zhi nodded, not knowing what he was thinking. Wu Zetian was abolished back then, but with his instructions, although Shangguan Yi was very active, in the end, Shangguan Yi became a shield for him to shirk responsibility and was killed. Then he said, "Let's have a banquet."

The palace servants played drums and music, chanted verses, and the eunuchs and palace maids served wine and food, and the banquet began.

In fact, the officials felt a lot of thoughts.

The appearance of bamboo paper must be a good thing that benefits the country and the people. But now bamboo paper is not paper, it has become the queen's weapon and shield. Some officials secretly call for luck, why do you have to cause ups and downs in the court and everyone is in danger? The ministers who have this idea account for the majority. Some ministers are also very unwilling to accept it.

This is a good opportunity, especially the strong wind blew so hard that His Majesty did not dare to hold a big festival, which magnified the success rate of this opportunity infinitely. However, as soon as the bamboo paper came out, there was no chance. We can't blame the prince. If anyone had given him, he would not dare to eat this credit alone, and he would really force the emperor to abdicate? The same is true in the officialdom. When the credit is so great, he will not share the food with his colleagues and wait for his colleagues to hate and jealousy.

The time when bamboo paper was released was so coincidental, it happened to be this time.

This opportunity was missed, so I had to watch the court continue to hold the hen in the morning.

Moreover, the queen knew about her skills. Didn’t she see that this time was the reason why she was so sensational? The queen pushed her. Otherwise, no matter how good the bamboo paper is, it would not be able to rise to this height. I don’t know how the prince came up with the bamboo paper making process. There are no thousand words now, and there are also one hundred words. I’m afraid that even if I ask the prince, the prince will not say it.

It is hard to say anything more when things have come to this point. Even the emperor himself needs this righteousness to resolve the embarrassment of the long-term drought and rain, and the strong wind before the Dayun Festival. Besides, it is not that he can't get along with the queen, but that he can't get along with the emperor.

At this moment, a young minister stood out from his seat and said, "Your Majesty, Empress, bamboo paper is here for the benefit of all ages. Can you let me perform a small spell to help you have a happy atmosphere?"

Li Wei didn't know him. Of course, there were many ministers who didn't know him. However, this young minister was very good at speaking. For thousands of years, he has highlighted the meaning of bamboo paper. Although drought caused some people to starve to death, this is a temporary disaster. After the drought, the people's situation will be alleviated. However, is it important to have a thousand generations?

However, some monks were confused and some small spells came out.

When Li Zhi saw this person, he was very happy and said, "Mingqing, I have a hard time."

"Your Majesty, you must borrow something from the palace."

"What to borrow?"

"I borrow a large wooden barrel and need a clean wooden barrel for consumption."

After saying a half sentence, leaving a half sentence, one of which was eaten but aroused a person's appetite. Li Zhi immediately ordered the eunuch to bring a clean large wooden barrel. Mingqing covered the sleeve of the robe on the mouth of the wooden barrel and muttered something in his mouth. As for what he was pronunciating, he didn't hear it very clearly.

After a while, I took off the sleeve of the robe and saw more than a dozen large melons appear inside the wooden barrel.

Everyone was stunned.

Li Wei was also stunned. Most of the spells were fake, that is, magic. But it was difficult to use this magic. This kind of transformation out of thin air is a common type of magic. It uses a trick to turn the props that were originally prepared in front of the audience. But where did the dozen melons be placed in advance? Also, the trick was performed on the stage, but he sat among the ministers, so how did this trick be performed?

"Good spells." Li Zhi praised.

"Your Majesty, spells are just small arts. Governing the country requires the saints' righteousness, and you must not rely on Taoist arts."

"Ming Your words are exactly what I want."

"But these melons were picked from the melon fields in front of Liu Feng, Mangshan. They were very fresh. Your Majesty, the Queen, the Crown Prince, and the Princess, can taste them."

"It is rare for Mingqing to use his skills, and all the other masters will try it together." Li Zhi asked the eunuch to use a kitchen knife to divide the melon. There were many ministers, but not all officials were qualified to enter. For example, Wei Yuanzhong and Di Renjie had to sit obediently in the last seat. In addition, the two parts of the east and west were one, so there were only about one hundred ministers coming in to the banquet.

But for more than a hundred people, each person can only get a small piece of melon. Li Wei tasted it and it turned out to be very "fresh".

The "Mingqing" said again: "Your Majesty, it's hard for the melons to grow melons, so can you give me some money to compensate the melons?"

"Okay, come with five hundred dollars."

More than a dozen melons are not worth five hundred yuan, but everyone is surprised, how can he compensate? Could it be that these melons just now, Mingqing used his great power to move them from a melon field?

Five hundred coins were put into "Mingqing"'s hands, placed on the table, and covered them with the sleeves of the robe again. Seeing this action, Li Wei was already sure it was magic. However, this person's skills were superb and others could not see the clues.

After Nianyou's words, he shouted suddenly: "Go!" The sleeves of the robe were raised, and the table was empty, and then he said: "Your Majesty, I sent it here, but the melon farmers were sleeping on the bed in the melon shed, without notice. I sent the money under his cold pillow."

This statement became even more mysterious. Li Zhi asked curiously: "Mingqing, what you said is under the melon field of Zhong Liu Feng in Mangshan?"

"That's right, in the southwest of Zhong Liufeng, about half a mile away from Zhong Liufeng."

"Where is Zhong Liufeng located in Mangshan?" Li Zhi had never heard of the name of this mountain. Yan Liben had already answered for this "Mingqing": "It's just east of the city, there is a small mountain on the west side of Baima Temple."

In other words, it is not far from Luoyang City.

Li Zhi was even more curious and said to a guard next to him: "You ride a horse and look for the melon field to see if it's under the pillow of the melon man guarding melon cold bed."
Chapter completed!