"No... No?" Duke Wu stared at Li Kuan in surprise, and glanced at the straight-faced emperor secretly. He looked so gloomy and terribly gloomy that even Duke Wu could do nothing to help, so he couldn't let him. He writes poetry on his behalf, and he doesn't know how to write poetry.
Everyone looked at Li Kuan in surprise, and their thinking was still very different from reality. When they thought about it, Li Kuan couldn't possibly not. First of all, he stayed with the emperor since he was a child, and Zhao Qian, who was asked by the university as a teacher, could not write poetry. Everyone thought he was joking.
"Really not!" Li Kuan emphasized again very seriously. If the poem is so simple, wouldn't it mean that everyone is a poet? Although there are tens of thousands of Tang poems that have been famous for centuries, it is simply a small number in terms of the number of Tang literati. .
Li Kuan doesn't believe that people from later generations will definitely compose poems, and pastimes can't be called poems. If they can be poems casually, then he can make a lot of money by directly publishing this book of poems.
The gloomy Li Shimin said angrily: "If you can't write poetry, then what can you do?"
"You can definitely eat, drink and play!" Li Kuan was not afraid, and he confided in a few things about his life, and he was not embarrassed at all. This made Li Shimin's face pale and angrily retorted and said with a smile: "Then you say How to eat, how to drink, and how to have fun?"
Li Kuan hurriedly replied: "There are more ways to eat. If you want to eat, you have to eat well. Eat well and have fun. It is a great event in life. As for the way to drink, it is not expensive not to drink, not the famous not to drink, this is also more. A lot; it’s easy to have fun, and to do something happy is to have fun."
"Oh! What's the happy thing?" Li Shimin asked with a smile on his face.
Li Kuan’s humble smile, let alone Li Shimin's anger, the other ministers were holding their faces and looking at them, Li Chengqian frowned, his face was more worried, and he had already guessed what would happen next. There is no way to stop it.
"Give you time for a stick of incense. If you can't write a poem, then I will let you know why the flowers are so red!" Li Shimin was not ashamed to see Li Kuan talking about Fengyue, not ashamed but proud. Where to put his face.
"King Chu, is there enough time for a stick of incense?" Li Tai asked ironically.
Li Kuan paused for a while confidently, and said something unexpected and unreasonable: "Of course not enough time for a stick of incense!"
Li Chengqian was slightly disappointed, and Li Shimin was even more so. He never had any hope for Li Kuan. When he knew that he wanted to leave the capital, Li Shimin had a voice in his heart telling him that Li Kuan could not be allowed to leave. Now it seems that Li Shimin found himself wrong. .
If he had known so long ago, Li Shimin would really regret not sending this shameless gangster out of the capital sooner.
"Then how long do you want?" Li Shimin asked with a smile. Everyone could see that Li Shimin's patience had reached its limit, but Li Kuan seemed to have not seen it. Fang Xuanling, Li Chengqian and Wu Gonggong desperately faced him. Winking, Li Kuan turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear, and replied rudely: "Don't talk about a stick of incense, you can't do it in a lifetime, this is not my area of expertise. Besides, today is a festive season, and the duration of a stick of incense is said to be long. It’s not long, if it’s not short, it’s a serious sin to delay the emperor’s enjoyment with his subjects."
Li Shimin glanced around and asked faintly, "Do you mind waiting for a stick of incense?"
Everyone was silent and no one dared to answer. Answering such a question was offensive at both ends, but instead of answering it was the best answer. Li Kuan wanted to circumvent this topic, but Li Shimin didn't let it go, obviously he was arguing with him.
"Have you seen? They are not opposed to waiting for an hour!" Li Shimin continued. He insisted on forcing Li Kuan today. All the princes and princesses spoke, except Li Kuan was an exception. Li Shimin felt that it was inappropriate and he wanted to force Li Kuan. Compose poems with wide open mouth.
"..." Li Kuan was speechless. Li Shimin obviously suppressed others by force, relying on his status as the emperor to force everyone to agree. Li Kuan really felt that this place couldn't be stayed anymore. If he stayed any longer, he didn't know what questions Li Shimin would raise. This made Li Kuan very entangled.
"King Chu, don't write poetry at all!" Li Tai offered his own suggestion with a humble smile, "It's better to admit a mistake to the emperor, maybe this will be avoided."
Li Kuan is not foolish to think that Li Kuan is speaking for himself. If he does not write poetry, the consequences will be serious. Li Tai was gloating for misfortune. Seeing Li Shimin's waiting eyes, Li Kuan really felt that this level was not easy to pass.
Li You echoed: "If King Chu really doesn't know how to do it, don't force it. Father Emperor will never care about this with you in large numbers."
Li Zhi didn't have the scheming of the few of them, and said suspiciously: "Second brother, do you really know how to write poetry?"
Li Kuan nodded and said yes, with a big embarrassment written on his face, being sympathized and suspicious by the teenagers, which made Li Kuan feel bitter in his heart. At the same time, Li Ke also came forward to comfort him and told him not to write poetry. If you are not someone who knows the truth, you really think that others are worried about Li Kuan when you see this, and kindly remind Li Kuan to come, but Li Kuan remains sober.
Li Ke, Li Tai, Li You and others are all grasshoppers on the same boat. Their good intentions are actually to fan the flames. The more the fire burns, the happier they are. Only in this way can Li Kuan be punished by Li Shimin. For them, this is The most anticipated picture.
A stick of incense was almost half burned. Li Shimin didn't eat or drink, and kept his eyes on Li Kuan quietly waiting for Li Kuan to write a poem. When other people saw that Li Shimin didn't eat or drink, they could only wait with him. If it's a dozen points, it's okay, but one stick of incense is about to be burned, and there is still no movement.
"Hey! What's this!" Li Kuan shook his head and sighed again and again. He really couldn't. The huge Tai Chi Hall was quiet. Li Kuan looked at this posture. If he doesn't write poetry today, don't even want to go out of the palace. Besides, everyone except the emperor was eager to stop, there was no sound of blame and some were waiting. ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
He really doesn't know how to compose poems, but he definitely can recite poems!
Li Kuan immediately said casually: "Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and Peach Blossom Fairy in Taohua Temple. Peach Blossom Fairy grows peach trees and picks peach blossoms for wine. When you wake up, you just sit in front of the flowers, and you're drunk and come to sleep. Half awake and half awake. Drunk day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year. I hope that the old dying flower wine room, do not want to bow in front of the horses and horses. Chess and horses are rich and interesting, wine and flowers are poor and low. If the rich is better than the poor, one is on the ground. In the sky. If you compare flowers and wine to carts and horses, he has to drive me leisurely. Others laugh at me as crazy, I laugh at others can’t see through. I don’t see the tombs of the five majestic heroes, and I can make fields without flowers and wine." 噺⒏⑴祌The full text of the article is the fastest んττρs:/м.χ八㈠zщ.còм/
Everyone was in an uproar, their eyes were on Li Kuan from the same distance.
In their eyes, this is Li Kuan’s masterpiece. Only Li Kuan knew that this poem was written by Tang Bohu, a talented man in the Ming Dynasty. He thought: "I can't write a poem! But I can recite a poem!" (this chapter Finish)