The Lantern Festival is coming soon, the sky is clear and the sky is clear. It happened that there was no morning court on this day. In the first half of the afternoon, the minister rested at home, and when the sun was at its strongest, he went to the imperial garden with the sage.
Gu Yuanbai slept until noon, and when he finished washing and eating lunch, there were already ministers waiting outside.
In the bedroom, Spring Ri's latest clothes were already prepared. Gu Yuanbai picked out a uniform with a crescent moon embroidered with a golden dragon pattern, and put on a blue-patterned cloak outside, and walked out of the bedroom with a smile on his face.
The ministers took their sons and bowed to Gu Yuanbai: "Saint Wan'an."
Having slept enough energy today, Gu Yuanbai is also full of energy, the corners of his lips twitched, and he said loudly, "Get up."
The exotic flowers and plants in the garden have bloomed a lot after the spring rains a few days ago, and the palace servants tended them day and night, and many trees that should not have been green at this season are also extraordinarily vibrant.
The sun is good today, the palace servants sprinkled water in advance, and the delicate flowers have water droplets, which is the most beautiful time.
The sages were surrounded by relatives and ministers, and the sons brought by the courtiers were adorned behind them, not to mention seeing the sage, not even the corners of the clothes of the sage.
Xue Yuan was placed behind these ministers, he and San Yuyan walked slowly together, the two of them were not in a hurry, it was like simply coming to appreciate flowers.
Seeing that there were not many people around, Chang Yuyan asked, "Where's the handkerchief you picked up?"
Xue Yuan put his hands behind his back, and he was tall and handsome, like a dog. He casually said, "It's burnt to ashes."
Chang Yuyan teased: "I thought you would take advantage of today to return the veil to the original owner."
Xue Yuan seemed to have heard a funny joke, "It's my thing when it's in my hands, so what's the original owner?"
As soon as San Yuyan was about to speak, there was a commotion in front of him. It was an adult who had a sudden inspiration and wrote a high-quality Wing Chun poem, which caused a small climax in the atmosphere.
A palace attendant wrote it down and read it aloud again. After San Yuyan heard it, she couldn't help clapping her hands in praise: "Good poem!"
Xue Yuan: "Your father pointed out that you are in your early days, why don't you take this opportunity to sing a poem you made?"
Chang Yuyan shook his head directly. The corners of Xue Yuan's mouth twitched, he was one step behind, and when he lifted his foot, he kicked San Yuyan, who stumbled forward and bumped forward, an adult recognized him and moved away with a smile, "Ruo said to write a poem. , the Chang family boy can't skip it."
When San Yuyan stood still, the seat he had let out was already directly beside the Sage. His expression was shocked, and he hurriedly restrained his expression. He respectfully stepped forward and bowed to the Sage.
Gu Yuanbai looked at the handsome young man in front of him carefully, "Are you San Yuyan?"
Chang Yuyan lowered her head even more deeply: "Yes."
This San Yuyan is also interesting, he is a genius who is famous in the capital. There are two things that Gu Yuanbai can remember from what he has done. One is that his loyal fans surrounded the Changfu on the day he established the crown, and some people tried to climb over the wall, and finally alerted the government to send troops to arrest people. Another thing has something to do with Gu Yuanbai. This Chang Yuyan once wrote thirteen poems in one breath to satirize the powerful and ignorant of the suffering of the world, not only satirizing the powerful minister Lu Feng, but also satirizing him as an emperor. no.
The translated vernacular is: "You people with all-powerful power only care about your own little self-interest, and you don't care about the world. Let all the suffering people in the world support you, the big men who only know how to eat delicious food and wear fancy clothes. , I think you are all spicy chickens."
These thirteen poems made him offend a large group of people in the capital, and his father was demoted because of this. The guy didn't start writing poems again until the heat passed. However, after this battle, San Yuyan's reputation has become more and more widespread. up.
Thinking of this, Gu Yuanbai deepened his smile, "Do you also have a poem to submit?"
Whether it is articles or poems written by San Yuyan, they are all splendid and good articles. What's better is that he is still famous, like a good talent who can incite public opinion. Gu Yuanbai just lacks public opinion talents who can praise him, keep him at the top of morality forever, and open the way for his policies.
San Yuyan's mouth was dry. He did prepare a poem, and it was a poem he did before visiting the garden. It's just that poem... He did it on purpose, and it's a satire similar to "The wine and meat of the Zhu family stink, and the road is frozen to death".
He originally thought that if his father took the initiative to let him write a poem in front of the Holy Master, he would dare to read the poem seriously.
Gu Yuanbai saw that he was silent and smiled, "Stand up and straighten your head."
Chang Yuyan followed suit subconsciously, and when he looked up, he saw the face of the saint looking at him with a smile.
The sage looked at him with admiration and said to the minister beside him: "My young talents in Daheng are all outstanding talents, and they are good men in the sky."
San Yuyan's ears turned red instantly, and only felt a sense of shame in her heart.
The ministers responded with a smile: "The Chang family boy has the talent of the champion."
Chang Yuyan's father, Shaoqing of Dali Temple, stood on the periphery, and when he heard the compliments of the ministers to his son, his serious and straight face couldn't help but smile.
What the emperor said, the ministers followed suit. Gu Yuanbai smiled. He leaned sideways to listen to the minister's words, his chin was about to be buried in the fur of the cloak.
Chang Yuyan didn't dare to look directly at Sheng Yan, and lowered his head slightly, staring at Sheng Shang's chin.
The saint's upper body is slender, but extremely thin. There is not much flesh on the chin, but the shape is good-looking. Chang Yuyan remembered that when the playboys in Beijing molested the women of good families, he liked to hold such a chin and do things lightly.
Fortunately, the sage is the sage, no, the sage is a man, San Yuyan, what are you thinking about
If those dudes dared to grab the sage's chin, they would have to be beheaded the next moment.
Chang Yu shivered without a trace, complaining secretly in his heart, complaining about Xue Yuan's rise, why hurt him
"Yuyan?" cried the sage, "what kind of poem did you make?"
San Yuyan's heart jumped to his throat, he turned his head to the side, and saw the layers of plum blossoms at first glance.
A flash of light flashed in his mind, "This boy's poem is exactly what Yongmei wrote."
San Yuyan sang a poem temporarily, and the last two lines praised Haruhi today.
Gu Yuanbai nodded and said with a smile, "Full of spiritual energy."
Chang Yuyan looked at the nose, nose and heart, and stared at the emperor's chin as usual, but this time it was a little more anxious, and when he raised his eyes, he also included the light-colored lips of the saint.
The lips are neither thin nor thick, and the corners of the lips are raised, like a natural smile.
Gu Yuanbai felt that this kid was not bad. He thought that the thirteen songs he had done before were a stunner, but he didn't expect to wink.
He called San Yuyan to his side, stopped and walked in the garden, and said a word or two to him from time to time. The minister beside the emperor looked at San Yuyan over and over again, wondering how this kid got in. In the eyes of the emperor.
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Xue Yuan leisurely waited for the emperor's wrath at the end.
He understands San Yuyan, even if it is to block his father, San Yuyan will do something big. But the time passed bit by bit, and the front was still smiling haha, and San Yuyan was also mixed in and did not come back.
Xue Yuan's brows gradually wrinkled. Could it be that San Yuyan hasn't moved yet
He also wanted to see the little emperor's jokes, waiting for the little emperor's anger. They also sent people to wait outside the palace in advance, preparing to spread San Yuyan's satire in the capital as soon as possible.
Xue Yuan sighed in disappointment, took a few steps quickly, and happened to be in front of the emperor and his group also came to the corner, Xue Yuan saw his father laughing with chrysanthemums all over his face, and followed the emperor with his mouth closed.
Xue Yuan quietly walked over and stood in the shadow behind General Xue. As soon as he stood still, he saw that the emperor in front suddenly stopped his feet, stretched out a white to transparent hand from the layers of wide sleeves, and picked a delicate blooming flower from the hundred green bushes.
"This flower is blooming well." The sage praised, and then picked up the flower and sniffed it. It should be the fragrance that suits his heart, and he suddenly smiled.
The saint was tall and thin, and his body was heavy. But when he smiles, he has a vigorous and vigorous vitality like a hundred flowers in full bloom. Xue Yuan, who was hiding in the dark, looked up and saw the smile on the corner of the saint's upper lip at first glance, only to realize that the sick and weak emperor had an incomparably good appearance of Qiuyue.
Xue Yuan watched for a while, frowning absentmindedly.
The emperor who scolded him so ruthlessly in front of hundreds of officials didn't even grow his hair
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Bamboo silk wind music played in the noon, and the palace banquet began.
San Yuyan sat at the back, staring at the dishes on the table in a trance.
Xue Yuanzhuan, who was sitting on the side, picked out the beautiful imperial dishes to eat, "Today's poems are good."
"You know..." Chang Yuyan rubbed his brows, "I didn't expect that when I was facing the Sage, I would actually take chances."
The gentleman Xue Yuan smiled, his fangs sullen, "The Holy One is a good way."
Chang Yuyan frowned slightly, "How can you say that, Sage?"
Xue Yuan raised his eyebrows, turned his head and glanced at this strange friend, then narrowed his eyes and looked at the saint from a distance.
Gu Yuanbai was sitting on a high seat. He inevitably drank some wine today. The alcohol content of ancient wine was not high, but he hadn't drank a few times since he came here. After a few drinks, he ordered people to go there. There was water in the jug.
The warmth spread from his heart to his limbs, and Gu Yuanbai exhaled, feeling his face burning hot.
He couldn't drink any more. Gu Yuanbai knew very well how delicate and weak this body was. He stopped drinking and drank hot tea to sober up.
The saint's every move is being watched, and the ministers who often see the saint are fine. Those who see the saint for the first time are all peeking out of the corner of the eye.
Among them, the one with the brightest eyes was Xue Yuan.
You can still blush after a drink, or is it a man
Such an emperor can shake San Yuyan. Could it be that something happened that he didn't notice when he was in the imperial garden
Xue Yuan tapped the wine glass in his hand and thought deeply.
The palace banquet did not last long, and even after it was over, the sky became a little darker. Tian Fusheng took many eunuchs to send the ministers out one by one, and when no one was there, he dragged Zhang Xu to the side, mysteriously. order to go down one thing.
After Gu Yuanbai took a bath, while it was still early, he opened "Han Feizi" at the table.
Compared with the orthodox ancient man, Gu Yuanbai has a big flaw. His thoughts come from the later generations, and the detachment of the later generations is not suitable for the current environment.
He has a clear picture of what is good and what brings disaster to the world. He had never read one of these ancient books before, and since he came to this world, he had to read it day and night, stay up late to read, take time to read, and combine his body's memory to understand and penetrate. If the original emperor did not do well, he had to learn the emperor's mind from the book himself.
There is a saying in modern times, "Don't rebel, chrysanthemum drill with electric drill". Even if Daheng is a dynasty that has never appeared in memory, even if the world itself exists in a novel, these books and historical traces that appear are closely related to those in memory, and Gu Yuanbai can't help it. Playful attitude towards the country.
And as the male protagonists in this world, whether it is Chu Wei or Xue Yuan, they all have a strong ability to run the country.
To be honest, Gu Yuanbai was quite greedy for them.
Although he didn't understand why they fell in love with each other, Gu Yuanbai respected them, and if he could live longer, he could even give them marriages in order to win over the two of them.
It's a pity that his life was already reserved by the Lord of Hell, and now Gu Yuanbai can only wait for his life to come to an end. Maybe after a while, he can only lie in bed and be unable to move.
Gu Yuanbai sighed deeply.
Tian Fusheng raised his head and asked, "Is the sage tired?"
Gu Yuanbai shook his head and said, "I'm just thinking that people are inherently dead, no matter how much preparations are made, even I will feel uneasy when faced with death."
Tian Fusheng was startled, he knelt on the ground as soon as his legs softened, Gu Yuanbai laughed: "What are you afraid of? I just sighed."
Tian Fusheng was still in shock: "Sacred Lord, don't start talking about these things to scare the little one, the little one's heart will jump out."
Gu Yuanbai shook his head helplessly, no longer in the mood to read, he put down the book, all the servants in the palace had already retreated, Gu Yuanbai walked to the bedroom unconsciously and lifted the bed tent, his eyes widened in the next second. .
A beautiful woman who was tied up with five flowers was lying on his dragon couch.
Gu Yuanbai subconsciously looked at the beauty's chest, his face suddenly turned blue, it was a man.
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