Qingluo Jinghe

Chapter 69
After all, Li Jing is the emperor, not to mention that when he was a prince when he was a child, he was taught by a famous teacher every day.It is the books that I read after ascending the throne, I am afraid that these juniors have many more descendants.

If one were to find the most diligent Li in the whole world, Li Jing really couldn't count them.

I don't know, I always want to be the emperor, but I don't know that the position above tens of millions, not to mention the threat from the outside world, the jealousy between family and affection, is this daily busy and learning, which is not what ordinary people do. can do.

After turning through a dozen or so articles, Li Jing only felt a headache. They were nothing more than piles of gorgeous rhetoric, without the slightest feeling for family and country, just mediocre words.

Regardless of the festival or not, the poems and articles that are clearly aimed at my precious daughter and worry-free son will make me angry. If I am not angry, it really depends on whether this group of juniors can support Li after his death. country is worried.

"Lighting the lights and singing the early spring. The sky is approaching dusk. On the steps of the west hall in the northern city, the stars and the moon are in a trance.

Dan Kou dyed, red cloud.Want to find.Stop working at this time, and the peach and apricot eyes are full of charm. "

Another article, Li Jing is really bored, thinking that after this Lantern Festival banquet, the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet will be over!
There are a few more articles, and Li Jing has a headache for a while, thinking: and those who have read these, they must talk to Zhuqing's family before the banquet is over.

It's not to blame Li Jing for having a headache. All of you sitting here are officials of the third grade or above in the central government. Who is not the minister of the big Li Humerus?If their children were already so unbearable, then Da Li would have rotted to the root in two dynasties.

If you just want to point at the poor students, it is impossible to support the whole family...

Flipping through it casually, Li Jing already didn't expect much.On the contrary, all the ministers during the banquet were watching eagerly, no matter how noisy the fireworks outside the Tai Chi Palace, it could not change the concentration of the ministers at this time.

"Ask Erfeng and Xu Yanming, the capital is peaceful at night and in the moonlight." Just after reading a sentence, Li Jing was already planning to throw the paper aside, so many copies of the words "Le Shengping" have been seen.

Turning to the next article, but saw the word 'sword' vaguely on the back of the paper, Li Jing thought it was that boy Meng Mingji - after all, that kid Luo Er didn't like writing, so most of those who wanted to practice martial arts were not good at eloquence. .

Turning the rice paper back, Li Jing immediately saw the second half of the sentence, "He Dang's sword language is clanging, riding the horse and holding the whip and Ren Jiming."

"The word 'Sword Language' has its merits." Li Jing said, and circled the word 'Sword Language' and the word 'Ren' with a Chinese ink pen.

It can be regarded as seeing a good article, so Li Jing was able to continue reading, flipping through it, and then started to have a headache again.

Not to mention the style of writing and ink, most of them are like those in the last years of the previous dynasty, and I have never seen anyone who has little lofty ambitions.

Until Li Jing could see that the surrounding air had dropped two or three degrees, and the lanterns surrounded by lights were trembling and crumbling, everyone finally felt a heavy air pressing on their chests dissipate.

Looking up, as expected, Li Jing's face looked a little better.

"Where is the dry Qiu, I can't find people in the falling moon. Half a roll of red silk passes by, and a line of dust is gone." A poem on the white Xuan on the case, even though the artistic conception is rather bleak, is full of pride and spirit. With a bit of courage to promise the country with his body.

Before Li Jing could find his name, he saw the three big characters "Meng Mingji" in the lower left corner.

"This boy from the Meng family is not as simple as he looks..." Looking at the handwriting in front of him, the corners of Emperor Li Jing's mouth curled up slightly.

The character is like a person, which is how Meng Mingji looks like a dandy on weekdays.The tenacity behind this handwriting with claws and claws, and the sharpness that cannot be concealed in the strokes of the pen cannot be faked.

Now that there was Meng Mingji's, and the two girls of the Qing family didn't write any poems, it was Emperor Li Jing's turn to be surprised. Who made that poem just now?
She is still childish, so she shouldn't be past the age of thirteen or fourteen.With the battlefield in mind, it does not seem to be a frontier poem written by literati in an arty way.

Li Jing was somewhat curious about the person who wrote this poem.

(End of this chapter)