The First Happy King of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 684
But don't tell me, Li Muyun was so anxious that he really thought of a poem. Standing on the top of the city, looking at the river of light below, he sighed: "Okay, since the emperor has said it, then let's just say it." Pick up any one."

The surroundings were silent, and countless old men were quietly waiting for him to "casually" get a poem. After all, Li Muyun had copied a few good poems before, and they had some impressions in everyone's minds, although he repeatedly emphasized that it was not him. Written, but not many believers.

At this moment, Changle ran to Su Wanqing's side, the two girls stood side by side, their two beautiful big eyes fixed on Li Muyun's body.

In this situation, there is no way to retreat, and with the thought of not letting his wife down, the king of a certain county cleared his throat:

In the cold winter of independence, the Weishui River goes north, at the head of Crystal City.

Looking at the mountains, the forests are all dyed; the city is full of lights, and hundreds of boats are fighting for the flow.

The eagle hits the sky, the fish is shallow, and the tens of thousands of frosts are free.

怅寥 ,, ask the vast land, who is up and down?

Bringing a hundred lovers for a trip, recalling the long and sturdy years of the past.

Just a young boy, Fenghua Zhengmao; book business gas, swaying Fang.

Pointing the country, enthusiastic writing, the dung soil was ten thousand households back then.

Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves stop the boat?

The "Qinyuanchun·Changsha" written by the Taizu of the later generation is full of atmosphere, but after Li Muyun memorized it vigorously, he found that no one applauded it at all.

Turning around in confusion, I found that the faces of everyone behind me were pale, and even Li Er's face was a little distorted.

Li Muyun, who is politically talented, didn't know what happened. Seeing that everyone was silent, he scratched his head and asked blankly, "What is this?"

Wei Zheng parted the crowd and came to Li Muyun, stared at him and asked, "You..., where did you copy this word from?"

Li Muyun glanced at Old Wei suspiciously, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the word just now. With an idea, he turned to look at Old Li Yuan and said, "Uh..., dear father, let me read the word card you made There must be something wrong, look, have you seen it?"

Old Li Yuan's complexion was a bit ugly at first, but fortunately, the old man has a good comprehension ability. After hearing Li Muyun's words, he immediately said: "Well, it's not that you don't live up to your expectations. You don't have any momentum when you read it. Otherwise, how could you be seen by others?" come out."

It has to be said that the cooperation between Li Yuan and Li Muyun is somewhat poor, even a fool can see that there must be tricks in it.

But having said that, since old Li Yuan has already taken the matter to himself, other people can't say anything, they can only pretend that they don't know it and listen to it as it is true, and they flatter all the time.

This is also because the people brought out by Li Er are all his confidants, and they don't have any serious enmity with Li Muyun, otherwise this guy would have to peel off his skin if he didn't die.

The poems of the great ancestors of the later generations are fine, but they belong to the emperor's poems, just like music does not distinguish between nationality, the emperor's poems also do not distinguish between dynasties, so Li Muyun copied it happily, but those old guys who came out with Li Er were rejected. terrified.

Fortunately, old Wei was clever, came up to remind him, and found a step for Li Muyun to get off.

Thanks to Li Muyun's quick response, although he didn't know what happened, he knew that there was something wrong with the poem, so he directly pushed it to Li Yuan's head, otherwise this scene really didn't know how it would end.

But even so, Li Er was still so angry that he kicked Li Muyun several times when the people around him were not paying attention, and at the same time warned him: "Boy, I will pretend that this incident never happened. If you dare to make such anti-poetry again, watch your head."

Li Muyun stared innocently, he really didn't understand how a good poem could become an anti-poetry?Isn't this a joke?But as the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Er's voice was designated to be much louder than his. If he said that what he wrote was anti-poetry, then it must be anti-poetry. This does not allow him to argue again.

At this time, Chang Le also pulled Su Wanqing to Li Muyun's side, and after Li Er left, he quietly said: "You are too courageous, you dare to say 'who decides the ups and downs', if it wasn't for Grandpa Huang to help you, You won't even see the sun tomorrow morning."

Su Wanqing's complexion was still a little pale, and she twisted someone's waist fiercely: "Li Muyun, do you want to kill us? How dare you write such a poem!"

Li Muyun was twisted in pain, jumped out a long way and said: "No, why do you say that? What's going on?"

Chang Le glanced at him, pulled Su Wanqing up and walked in another direction, and at the same time dropped a sentence: "In short, don't write poems anymore, if you want to write poems, write some romance, don't you understand!"

To be honest, Li Muyun really didn't understand, but he knew that the poems of the great ancestors of the later generations might not be copied in the future, otherwise he might have to move his head at some point.

But before he could continue to think, Yu Zhining had already paced over: "Muyun, you brat is getting more and more courageous, you dare to write such a poem in front of His Majesty, it's fortunate that Prime Minister Wei came forward to protect you this time, Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be implicated by you even as a teacher."

After finally finding someone who could ask for advice, Li Muyun hurriedly grabbed Lao Yu and said, "No, teacher, what's going on? Why do you always talk about me?"

"You don't know what's going on?" Yu Zhining stared at Li Muyun with hatred, poked him with his finger and said, "Do you know that the kind of poem you wrote just now is called emperor's poem, and only emperors can't compose it." ! You write such a poem in front of the emperor, do you want to rebel?!"

Li Muyun finally understood where he was wrong, and said with a mournful face: "I, I don't have the guts!"

Yu Zhining snorted: "Hmph, I know you don't have the guts, otherwise you thought His Majesty would let you go so easily!"

"Oh, then, that's good, that's good." Hearing what Old Yu said, Li Muyun patted his chest lightly, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

Then I heard Lao Yu continue to say: "But don't be too happy too early, this kind of poem will spread out sooner or later, if your enemies find out, sooner or later they will use it to criticize you, so think about it yourself How to deal with it."

Li Muyun wanted to cry without tears and was alone on the top of the city. He used to always hear people say that if you don't die, you won't die. At that time, he still listened to it as a joke, but he didn't expect that he himself almost killed himself one day .

And who the hell said that the Tang Dynasty was the most open dynasty?What freedom of speech, what Li Er is broad-minded, dare to love, all these are fake!If you say the wrong thing, you should beheaded or beheaded!

Touching his own neck, thinking about the tense atmosphere just now, Li Muyun decided to be more careful in the future, after all, there is only one head, and there are countless opportunities to pretend to be forced.

(End of this chapter)