People in the Tang Dynasty, Jian'an style

Fortunately, she still had a clear mind: "Wenbin, but, but what about Ergou? He, he has been pestering me recently, and I can't avoid him at all."

Troubling you?

Actually, you two were flirting with each other, right?

Your mind works so quickly, are you a graduate of Sichuan University?

Li Wenbin let Qiuxiang go, and then held her body in his arms, which seemed to have no bones, and whispered: "For the happiness of both you and me, we have to let him suffer. We must find a way to get rid of him. And in this way, others will not pester you anymore!"

"Wenbin, how can you say that he is wronged? That Ergou is so hateful. He bullies you all the time and often pesters me. He deserves to die!"

Qiuxiang said firmly, "How about this, I will go to the princess's room, steal some gold and silver jewelry, and then find a chance to put them into his pocket when he is not paying attention. The princess will definitely track down the whereabouts of these jewelry, and I will casually mention that His Royal Highness the Prince of Wei came with his long-time attendant, and the princess will definitely order a search. By then, he will not be able to tell even if he has a hundred mouths, and in the end he will have to be beaten to death by the princess's order. In this way, can't we be together? Wenbin, what do you think?"

After hearing this, Li Wenbin was shocked - Damn, this woman is even more cruel than me!

He hadn't figured out how to punish those servants who had bullied him, but this woman came up with a method with few loopholes in such a short time.

She is just a maid. If she becomes the concubine of her stepfather, I am afraid that simple-minded women like Concubine Yang and Concubine Yin will not be her match.

No, we have to find a way to get rid of her as well!

Otherwise, sooner or later, this woman will bite back at me.

By that time, even if you don’t die, you will be skinned alive.

Thinking of this, Li Wenbin nodded: "Sister Qiuxiang, you are really amazing. I really admire you. Let's do it according to this method. I will help you when the time comes."

The two of them were intimate for a while longer, and Qiuxiang saw that time was running out, so she left reluctantly.

Before she had walked far, a system prompt sounded in Li Wenbin's mind.

Chapter 3: Pity the Peasants

"Ding, the host has conquered Zhangsun Wugui's maid Qiuxiang to 20%, and has been rewarded with master-level Feibai calligraphy proficiency."

How proficient is Feibai calligraphy?

What is this? ?

When Li Wenbin heard about this reward, he was stunned.

He had heard that his cheap father, Prince Li Shimin, was an excellent writer of Feibai.

But it's useless for you to reward me with this now.

Wouldn't it be nice to be practical?

Li Wenbin wanted to discuss with the system to see if he could change the reward, but the system master ignored him completely.

Damn, I don’t know who is assisting whom!

Although Li Wenbin was helpless, he had to accept the reward.

Something is better than nothing.

I hope I can give a better reward next time.

Seeing that the banquet was about to start, Li Wenbin did not delay.

Fetching water, boiling water, taking a bath - these chores were not something he should have done himself, but it had been like this for years and he had gotten used to it.

He cleaned himself up, changed into the new clothes Qiuxiang brought, cleaned himself up thoroughly, and then went to the banquet.

……

And at this time in the Qin Palace.

Li Shimin, the King of Qin of the Tang Dynasty, the General of Tiance, the Grand Marshal and Situ, the Minister of the Chancellery, the Minister of the Grand Secretariat of the East Shaanxi Circuit, the Governor of Yongzhou, and the General of the Twelve Guards, was having a banquet with his family.

On his left is his first wife, Princess Qin, Zhangsun Wugou, and next to him are several concubines - Concubine Yang, the daughter of the former Sui emperor, and Concubine Yin.

On his right were several young children. Arranged in order of age, the first was Li Chengqian, followed by Li Kuan, Li Ke, Li Tai and others.

Li Chengqian, who was only six years old, came to his father holding a bronze cup:

"Father, let me offer you a glass of wine to congratulate you on your victorious expedition to the Turks."

"Haha, good son."

Li Shimin drank the whole cup, looking quite heroic.

The chubby Li Tai also came over with a glass of wine:

"Father, I would like to offer you a glass of wine as well. I am not good at talking, so I can only wish you good health and a long life."

Li Shimin, who returned victorious, was naturally in a good mood. He encouraged Li Tai a few words and drank the wine.

Li Tai felt that he was being overshadowed by Li Chengqian, and he was so angry that he had no place to vent. He turned his head and saw a skinny boy at the end of the table picking up the rice grains on the table and throwing them into his mouth, so he vented his temper on him:

"Humph, you are worthy of being born of a lowly servant. You don't even have the slightest manners. You are really embarrassing for your father."

Today is the first day that Li Shimin and his fourth brother Li Yuanji have returned home after their victorious campaign against the Turks, so naturally a welcoming banquet will be held at the Prince of Qin's mansion.

Although Li Wenbin's status in the Prince of Qin's Mansion was not as good as that of a slightly powerful servant, he was Li Shimin's son after all. In order to show his magnanimity, Changsun Wugou specially called him over.

Everyone gathered together, talking and laughing, it was very lively, but everyone excluded Li Wenbin, as if he was an invisible man.

But Li Wenbin didn't care about all this at all - because he was a time traveler, and although he was not a professional researcher of Tang history, he was still clear about the general trend of history.

What good is it to be glorious now? In the future, at most you will be granted the title of prince or duke, and sent to some province or county to harm the local people. In the end, you will be killed or exiled by that bitch Wu Mei, just like a group of pigs and dogs.

History is what it is anyway, so why bother trying?

Being a salted fish, taking a few thugs with you to tease the girls when you have nothing to do, isn't that nice?

Li Wenbin casually picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, squinting his eyes comfortably: I can't usually eat so many delicious things, I have to eat more now.

As for flattering your cheap dad?

Are you kidding? Wouldn’t it be nice if I could eat more good food during that time?

Just because Li Wenbin doesn't want to cause trouble doesn't mean others don't want to trouble him.

As soon as Li Tai said this, everyone's eyes were focused on Li Wenbin.

Why are you looking at me? Does it bother you if I eat something?

To be honest, no matter what, he is still the son of Li Shimin. Doing such a thing is indeed a bit unbecoming, but Li Wenbin doesn't care about other people's opinions at all.

Li Tai was the fourth son of Li Shimin. His mother was Zhangsun Wugou. He was extremely favored since childhood. As soon as he was born, his grandfather named him King of Yidu. The next year, he was promoted to King of Wei and was given the title of Pillar of the State.

He usually thinks highly of himself and bullies him a lot.

"Your Highness, the Prince of Wei, you only see a few grains of rice, but in my eyes, these are the foundation of the prosperity of our Tang Dynasty."

"Nonsense, what can you, the son of a lowly maid, see?"

Changsun Wugou quickly rebuked: "Qingque, don't talk nonsense."

Everyone knows about this kind of thing, but they just can't talk about it openly. Don't you see that your father's face has changed, you idiot?

Sure enough, Li Shimin's face was already ashen at this time.

Just when he was about to explode, Li Wenbin suddenly slammed the table and stood up -

"Your Highness, you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, but how can you understand the suffering of the people? When the world is in chaos, these few grains of rice can determine a person's life or death."

"Have you ever seen parents eating their own children? Have you ever seen a mother drown her own daughter in a copper basin just to save a little food in order to leave a little blood for her late husband? Have you ever seen the people eating Guanyin soil to fill their stomachs?"

"You talk as if you've seen these before."

"Although I have not seen it with my own eyes, I have heard my father once compose a poem in which every line expresses his pity for the peasants!"

Sorry, great poet Li Shen.

Li Shimin was stunned: When did I write this poem?

At this time, Yang Fei, who was sitting below him, smiled and said, "The poem written by the prince is of course excellent. Young Master Wenbin, do you still remember the content of the poem? Why don't you write it down on the spot and show it to everyone?"

As he was speaking, the servant had already presented the four treasures of the study.

Li Wenbin bowed and clasped his fists: "Wenbin dares not to obey your orders."

As he spoke, he dipped the brush in ink and wrote twenty words on the fine rice paper, then presented it with both hands: "Father, please take a look, is this the poem you wrote the other day?"

Someone presented the pen and ink to Li Shimin, who took it and read it with curiosity.

I saw a poem that said, "I am hoeing the field at noon, and my sweat drips down to the ground. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work?"

However, compared with the poems, what attracted Li Shimin's attention most was the flying white script that looked like a meteor across the sky and a waterfall off a cliff.

He just felt that the words on the paper were in various shapes and sizes and were extremely beautiful.

Wang Xizhi's Feibai is charming and moving, Wang Xianzhi's Feibai is graceful and lively, Yan Zhenqing's Feibai is unimpeded and pure, Ouyang Xun's Feibai is rigorous and vigorous, Zhao Mengfu's Feibai is elegant and graceful, and the flying white of the past dynasties is full of vitality and vigor.

Chapter 4 Yes, this is what I, Lu Xun, said

When Li Shimin was reading books in the past, he often heard the four words "mouth full of fragrance". He never understood the mystery before, but now he deeply felt it from reading this piece of paper.

The handwriting is like a meteor streaking across the sky, some are like a speedboat rushing across the water, some are like a cliff waterfall, some are like a weaving thread stretching, and some are like a woman's hair fluttering in the wind...

He admired it for a while, and the more he looked at it, the better he thought it was. He couldn't help but praise it: "Well written, well written!"

Li Tai was far away and didn't hear what Li Shimin said. He saw that Li Wenbin, who was usually inconspicuous, suddenly became so popular. His childish nature exploded, and he was so jealous that he suddenly shouted, "You are talking nonsense. When did my father write such a poem? Even I haven't heard of it. How could you have heard of it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall suddenly fell silent. Almost everyone lowered their heads, concentrating and not daring to speak.

Li Tai's biological mother, Zhangsun Wugou, couldn't help but hold her forehead with her hand, feeling extremely resentful - how could I have given birth to such a stupid son? It really makes me angry!

"Qingque, stop talking nonsense." She couldn't help but scold her son, "Your father is a very talented writer, so why is it so strange that he wrote such a poem?"

"Mother, I didn't lie, why are you..." Li Tai felt a little aggrieved, but after being glared at by his mother, he didn't dare to say anything.

At this time, Li Wenbin suddenly said, "My father was drunk that time and recited this poem. I overheard it and have kept it in mind. Since then, I have always been grateful for my father's compassion for the people. Your Highness the Prince of Wei was not present at the time and did not know about this, so it is understandable that he said this."

Li Shimin was a little confused - seeing Li Wenbin speaking so sincerely, it seemed as if what he said was true.

Could it be that I really composed this poem "Song of Pity the Peasants" after being drunk without knowing it, and he heard it by accident?

Li Wenbin cupped his hands and said, "Father, how dare your son deceive you? What Wenbin just said is true, as the heaven and earth can attest, as can the sun and the moon."

Seeing that he spoke so sincerely, everyone believed him and also believed that this poem "Song of Pity the Peasants" was written by Li Shimin when he was drunk.

Zhangsun Wugou spoke first: "Your Highness is a man of great talent and brilliant writing skills. I admire you."

Concubine Yang and Concubine Yin also reacted immediately and bowed to the ground: "Your Majesty is so talented, I admire you."

The other servants also knelt on the ground and shouted in unison: "Your Majesty is so talented."

After a while, everyone in the hall knelt down, leaving only Prince of Wei Li Tai, who was still standing there in confusion - Hey, what happened? Why are you all kneeling?

Then, he was glared at fiercely by the mother, Changsun Wugou.

Li Tai finally reacted and quickly knelt on the ground: "Father is so talented."

Li Shimin looked at this, looked at that, and blinked his eyes - Hey, now that you mentioned it, I seem to have some impression of it.

It seemed to be a snowy day, and I was drunk, and then I seemed to have written a poem.

"Oh, now that you mentioned it, I remember it now. Yes, yes, it is true." Li Shimin stroked his beard and said with a smile, then looked at Li Wenbin approvingly, "Well, you are very good, you have a good memory. Otherwise, I would not have remembered it."

How could Li Wenbin possibly take credit for the work at this time?

He quickly said, "It's mainly because my father wrote good poems. Otherwise, even if my son has a good memory, what's the use?"

For more than ten years, Li Shimin looked at his eldest son.

He noticed that although Li Wenbin's attire was in line with his status, the paleness between his brows could not be concealed.

Li Shimin snorted and frowned, "Wenbin, why are you so thin? If someone else saw you, wouldn't they laugh at my Qin Palace?"

Changsun Wugou's heart suddenly tightened - she felt that her husband was criticizing her with words.

No matter what, Li Wenbin is also the son of the lonely king. How can he be treated like this?

Li Wenbin's presence is usually so small that his eldest grandson often forgets his existence.

Because she was Li Shimin's legal wife, Changsun Wugou also had the obligation to educate Li Wenbin.

Since Li Wenbin is so thin now, she can't escape the blame at all.

At this moment, Concubine Yang suddenly said, "Wenbin, is there anyone in this palace bullying you? If so, tell me, and the prince will definitely take care of it for you!"

She was the daughter of Emperor Yang of Sui. After the Sui Dynasty was destroyed, she entered the Prince of Qin's Palace and became Li Shimin's concubine.