Chapter 178 Qujiangchi

When Li Zhi heard his father say he wanted to find this person, he hurriedly said, "I have thought of this and have ordered Yan Liben to find a way. Yan Liben is very talented in doing things. If the minister asks him to find it, he will definitely find that person!"

He was eager to show that he told Yan Liben to find a solution. Wouldn't this just show that he and his father had the same idea and had already done it one step ahead of time, hoping to get the praise from his father.

Li Shimin looked at the manuscript of the poem and frowned, thinking: "Yan Liben is indeed very capable, but how can he only leave this kind of thing to his ministers? Even if he finds someone, that person will only be grateful to Yan Liben, thinking that the kindness of knowing the favor was given by Yan Liben, and his gratitude for Zhier will be weakened!"

For Li Shimin, there is a very good way to make his ministers loyal to him. In modern terms, he is proficient in the art of emperors. For ordinary emperors, thunder, rain and dew are all favors of the king. It is already a great favor to be able to appreciate a minister. How can he care about the idea of ​​this minister?

But Li Shimin didn't think so. He just needed to express his concern for his ministers and just mentioned a few words, which would make the ministers feel grateful. It was a very simple thing, why not do it?

Li Shimin felt that he should teach his son well and let Li Zhi understand the emperor's skills. He said, "Zhier, do you often go to Lingyan Pavilion? What do you think of the portraits in the Pavilion?"

Li Zhi loved to play, but he didn't go to Lingyan Pavilion often. However, when his father asked, he had to say, "My son often thought that his father was nostalgic. Although some of his ministers were gone, his father would still go to see them and miss the days when he was with them, the king and his ministers were in harmony!"

Li Shimin nodded and said, "Although the ministers are gone, their children and grandchildren are still there. What will they think?"

Li Zhi had never thought of such a profound question. After thinking about it, he said: "They will be like their ancestors, thanking their father for their kindness and serving their father."

Li Shimin nodded and said, "Those paintings are also a role model. Teach other ministers how to be loyal to the court. If you are a ruling person, you will have your own twenty-four heroes in the future!"

He pointed to the manuscript of the poem and said, "Although this person has not been found, my father asked you, what kind of person is he?"

Li Zhi looked embarrassed and shook his head and said, "I don't know, Yan Liben hasn't found him yet!"

Li Shimin frowned and sighed in his heart, but still said in a gentle tone, "You can guess in advance so that you can make a solution."

Li Zhi lowered his head, bit his lips, and after a while, he said, "I can't think of it." He paused and said, "I think he is ugly and doesn't want to show his true face!"

Li Shimin shook his head and said, "It must be not. Which one is good-looking, Yuchi Gong or Cheng Zhijie, has never talked about their appearance."

Put the manuscript of the poem on the Longshu desk. Li Shimin patiently said to his son: "This person is definitely not from Chang'an!"

Li Zhi sighed and thought to himself: "Chang'an has a population of one million, why do you know that he must be not?"

Li Shimin said: "If he were from Chang'an, he would have become famous for his literary talent. How could he know now? So he must not! Zhi'er thought again, if he was really, how could he not know that the lonely landscape was painted by Yan Liben. No matter how arrogant a person is, he would not write poems on the painting, nor would he be scolded and immediately escaped!"

Li Zhi nodded quickly and said, "My father said very well, but I didn't expect this!"

Li Shimin smiled and said, "What did he come to Chang'an to do? Was he just here to have fun? Why did he escape? He was afraid of leaving his name and being investigated in the future. What's the matter worth he was afraid of being investigated?"

This time, Li Zhi understood without guidance and clapped his hands and smiled, "I understand that he must be here to take the exam, so I just need to ask the Ministry of Rites and refer to the handwriting of the report to find out who this person is!"

Li Shimin frowned again, and his son's head was really a little muddy! He said, "You can find it directly by looking for it. Zhier is just a talent. Think about it, why did the father tell you the portrait of Lingyan Pavilion just now?"

Li Zhi lowered his head and thought hard, but he still couldn't figure it out. He had to bite the bullet and said, "After I find him, I will also draw a picture of him and hang it in the Chongxian Pavilion to set an example for other scholars!"

Li Shimin shook his head again and said, "Although this person has good literary talent and is a talent, he may not make any contribution to the country with many talents in the world. He wrote such good poems, but he dared not leave his name and lost his confidence. What would this person have to do with standing in the court? He is not as good as that of Wang Ping'an. If the two of them become ministers in the future, Wang Ping'an must be more independent and more helpful to the ruler!"

He analyzed it thoroughly and looked at people very accurately. If Wang Ping'an was really a person of this era, then there was no mistake in the analysis. But Wang Ping'an copied the poem. It is okay to ask him to write one of the same paintings, but he would not be able to write another one. How could he not run away?

Li Zhi looked upset and said, "What should I do?"

Li Shimin patiently said, "Aren't you going to climb a high place to enjoy the banquet on Double Ninth Festival? Why not take this opportunity to meet the scholars of the world so that they can know that you are eager to seek talent?"

He was unwilling to guide his words, so he directly expressed his ideas and said, "Father will give a decree to all the candidates who go to the Ministry of Rites to write a poem, saying it is for you to see. This means that all the scholars have submitted your papers. Please, the prince, be their confidant. On the Double Ninth Festival, you will invite the candidates to a banquet and hold a poetry meeting to let the candidates evaluate each other. Zhier, you will do an arbitration!"

Li Zhi smiled and said, "Will that not before the big exam, I will have a small exam?"

Li Shimin patted him and said, "Yes, this is much better than the candidates asking others to be confidants!"

Looking at his son, he said again: "When you take out this boat and have crossed thousands of mountains, telling everyone why you do this, because you are looking for the author of this poem. The author of this poem will be grateful to you, but he will not talk about him, but other scholars will have any opinions on this matter?"

Li Zhi lowered his head and thought for a moment, and looked happy on his face, and looked up and said, "Scholars will definitely say that the ministers have worked hard to seek talents, which is a manifestation of respecting the scholars. Even if the ones they are looking for are not themselves, they will still be grateful to the ministers, saying that the ministers will be a generation... a good prince!"

Li Shi laughed loudly, patted Li Zhi on the shoulder, and said, "It is a great blessing that Zhier has just ascended the throne and has won the love of all the scholars in the world. My son must be a wise king!"

The father and son joked for a few times and started having a meal. After the meal, Li Zhi sued and returned to his Eastern Palace.

Li Shimin looked at the manuscript of the poem again, called Shi Zhongchen and said, "You go and paint the poem written in the restaurant. Let's go to the Ministry of Rites in the past few days to see the candidates' reports. You must find out the person who wrote this poem, and I must have a clear idea in my heart!"

Shi Zhongchen hurriedly agreed and asked, "What about after finding this person?"

Li Shimin said: "Pretend not to know, you can secretly examine whether this person's character is useful. Also, try to avoid this matter, otherwise everyone will know, what kind of poetry meeting will the prince hold, and how can he be loved by scholars all over the world!"

"Yes, I understand!" Shi Zhongchen agreed, unable to help but say again: "Your Majesty, even I am moved by your love for the prince... I don't know what to say!"

Li Shimin did not listen to his flattery and waved his hand and said, "Go and do things!"

Shi Zhongchen retreated from the hall and immediately rushed to the Ministry of Rites to pass the order.

Li Shimin's imperial skills are quite useful when he is used on others, but it is not very effective when he is used on Wang Ping'an. He has calculated it very much, but he just calculated a little less. The author of these two poems is the same person, and this person is hesitating about which subject to take!

After thinking about it for several days, Wang Ping'an simply stopped thinking about it. Anyway, it has been a long time since he left the subject, so why are you anxious now? Others are anxious because they failed this subject and can only go home to wait for the next subject. There is no way out. His own retreat is wider, even wider than Zhuque Street. Why are you anxious to report? There is no need for this?

It was almost night, and he was sitting under the big tree in the temple to enjoy the cool air. Ke Lianwu walked over, followed Di Renjie and Ke Lianwu walked closer to him and said, "Young master, the woman insisted that her surname was Wu. Her son took her surname and was named Wu Youren. She refused to tell the truth until now. What should I do?"

Wang Ping'an waved his hand and smiled, "What do you think she is happy? Let her go, why bother with this? Even if she says her son's name is Ashina Youren, what can I do? It won't change anything!"

Ke Lianwu said again: "But she said she didn't want to owe us favors. Before she married into the Turks, her family used to run a winery and she could make a very special way of brewing wine. Now she is the only one who can make wine. She wants to borrow some capital from the young master to sell wine in Chang'an, save enough travel expenses, and then go back to the Turks."

Wang Ping'an said, "Is it a special method to make wine or a strong wine?" Is it a distillation method? This method is not difficult, I know a little about it, but I have never practiced it. If this "Wu" really knows it, then improve it and make a strong wine...

He shook his head and said, "We have helped her and her son enough. We will talk about it later. However, if she wants any equipment, she can provide it!"

Di Renjie smiled and said, "Brother is a good plan, but don't expect Wu to be fooled. She will not hand over the secret technique even if she dies, unless you promise to let her son return to the grassland and ascend to the position of the khan!"

Wang Ping'an stood up and smiled and said, "Then she has made a good plan. I don't have that great ability!" He pulled Di Renjie over and said, "I met their mother and son a few days ago, but I didn't go to Cheng Furong Garden. Today the heat has disappeared. Why not let's go to the night market and have fun!"

Di Renjie said: "Okay, I'm just thinking about it. Let's go and don't take anyone else."

Wang Ping'an nodded, took a folding fan casually, and went out of the Inspiration Temple with Di Renjie.

Seeing that Di Renjie wanted to be alone with the young master, he suggested not to bring her. Ke Lianwu made a face at Di Renjie from behind, wishing you to meet an old monster when you go out, and only eat you and not the young master!

Wang Ping'an and Di Renjie left Lifang and went to the street. It was just dark, and there were still many pedestrians on Chang'an Street, and many restaurants carried the tables out of the shops, occupied the road to operate, sold all kinds of food, and the business was booming.

Wang Ping'an had the idea of ​​making wine in his mind, so he naturally paid attention to the wine shop. Every time he went to a wine shop, he would buy two glasses of the best wine in the shop and taste it carefully. There were so many restaurants in Chang'an. Even if the wine was not high, it couldn't stand it. After walking a few miles, Wang Ping'an and Di Renjie were a little drunk, and their tongues began to grow bigger!

Di Renjie said: "Big, brother, this way of drinking is so exciting... I am so excited, but I am afraid that I will not find my way back later!"

Wang Ping'an was also a little shaking and said with a smile: "Isn't it enough to hire a car? What's there to worry about?" He went to a wine shop again. He bought two glasses of wine, handed it to Di Renjie, and drank it himself, and said: "Brother, I know a little about pharmacology..."

"Brother is joking, how can you know a little bit? You should be very proficient!" Di Renjie said with his tongue wide.

Wang Ping'an had a big tongue and smiled and said, "I know how to make medicine wine, but unfortunately I have to use strong wine, the extremely strong one! For example, if Wu can make it, the business can be done, and the money will not come like a mountain collapse and tsunami!"

"Brother has a lot of money..."

"Who can think of the money being too much..."

The two walked forward tilted and unknowingly, they came to a huge garden. The large garden was wide and wide. There was a big lake in the garden with flowers on the ground by the lake, and countless flowers were blooming, competing for beauty and fragrance!

Although the two were drunk and staggering, they praised at the same time: "What a good scenery, where is this?"

There were countless spectators in the garden. Someone saw the two brothers and curled his lips and said, "This is Qujiangchi, a country bumpkin, come back, right?"

Di Renjie said: "Qujiangchi, why did we come here? Then, where is the Furong Garden?" He walked a few steps, ran to the riverside, fell to the ground, and vomited out with a wow!

He didn't drink much, so he naturally vomited so much that he left some souvenirs in Qujiang Lake to show that Mr. Di had visited here!

Wang Ping'an's alcohol tolerance was better than him, and he didn't want to vomit. He shook his head and walked over, patted Di Renjie on the back, and said, "Brother, you should be more at ease and vomit in this pool, but... it's not very good!"

He was taking care of Di Renjie here, but suddenly someone shouted not far away: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Oh, Gangpa, what's wrong with you?"

Di Renjie was stunned, and spat again, and said strangely: "What, what's going on? Why do people call me Grandpa Gang?"

Wang Ping'an stood up and looked at the shouting place. Although the moon was bright and there were lights everywhere in the garden, he couldn't see the specific situation clearly. He lowered his head and said, "I'm not asking you to wipe your mouth quickly, don't let someone laugh!"

Di Renjie took a handful of water from the pond, washed his face, and said, "As long as you don't leave your name, who knows who I am, and what kind of face can you lose!"
Chapter completed!