Everyone was also surprised. Although they proposed punishment this time and had their own thoughts, even the ministers who were close to the Li family who argued with them could only excuse it on the grounds that Li Hao was young and ignorant, and would be arrogant due to favors.

.

Where does the idea of ​​being ambitious and patriotic and caring for the people come from?

It's not easy to get these rotten and bitter people to express such praise.

The Taifu said respectfully: "Your Majesty, a few days ago, one of my students rushed back from Qingzhou City and sent back a book of poetry. My student said that all the poems in it were written by the young master of the Li family. He has many methods.

Seek verification, there is absolutely nothing false!”

"oh?"

Emperor Yu was surprised, that young man could actually recite poems?

Then I thought about it, the other party knows how to play chess, so why is it so difficult to recite poetry?

In his mind, chess is much more difficult than writing poetry.

Of course, you must not say this to the scholars in the Hanlin Hall in front of you, otherwise you will definitely have your head split apart and you will have to argue over what is going on.

"After receiving this collection of poems, I only feel ashamed. Confucian scholars like us spend all our time reading books from sages and observing thousands of miles of rivers in the world. In the end, we are not as talented and broad-minded as the children who sit in the courtyard all day long. We really have no face to face Your Majesty.

"

When the Taifu said this, he slightly raised his hands to cover his face, showing a look of lamentation and regret.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

I'm afraid this old guy is really bewitched.

When will the word "ashamed" come out of their mouths?

I usually insist on arguing three points unreasonably, but today you actually say that I am convinced?

Emperor Yu was also intrigued and became even more curious, and said: "Ai Qing, please stop showing off. Tell me quickly, what is the reason?"

Upon seeing this, Uncle Zhao, the Taifu, took out the poetry collection from his loose sleeves and presented it with both hands.

When Eunuch Chu Jiuyue, who was beside Emperor Yu, waved to pick him up, Uncle Zhao looked at the Liangzhou capital commander again, flicked his sleeves, and his eyes were like electricity:

"It's right for father and son to fight, and it's right for it to go against the rules, but you're wrong to say that it won't work no matter what the reason is!"

"I, the Great Yu, respect the rites of death, but I will never abide by the rites of death!"

"Otherwise, wouldn't we be a bunch of pedantic people?"

Isn't it?

All the generals were secretly pouting.

However, Uncle Zhao's eyes were blazing and he said loudly: "I would like to ask you, can a person who can say such words as 'I only die for my country on the battlefield, why should I return my body wrapped in horse leather', can I be regarded as patriotic?"

"Is it considered patriotic for someone who can say, 'No one has ever died since ancient times, and his loyal heart will be remembered in history'?"

"Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis. One general will make thousands of bones wither!"

Uncle Zhao looked directly at the capital of Liangzhou, his eyes were blazing, and his voice shook the court: "These words are to advise you not to talk about worshiping generals and making marquises. One general can make thousands of bones wither! In my heart, I feel compassion for the soldiers who died in battle, and do not aim at fame!

"

"Let me ask you, what kind of person would he be who takes the world so seriously and takes fame so lightly?!"

"Based on this alone, how many people can do it?!"

Everyone was stunned, a little speechless, but then they became angry again. You can tell me what this look means, as if we are all here for fame.

Liangzhou Dutong's face changed slightly, and those few words gave him a big impact.

The main reason why he was angry with the young man from Qingzhou was that he was worried that the Tianmen Pass would be lost and the people of Liangzhou would suffer.

But that sentence, "Why return a corpse wrapped in horse leather"!

As a man who has been on the battlefield for a long time, he is used to seeing the cruelty of the battlefield, and he has also seen soldiers who could not even leave their corpses intact.

This sentence made his eyes wet.

This was not the case in the hearts of those soldiers who fought to the death and defended themselves.

It's just that I can't express myself because my mouth is stupid.

At this time, Emperor Yu was also looking through the collection of poems handed over by Chu Jiuyue, and he was reading quietly, his expression becoming solemn and silent.

"Even if he is patriotic and a good general and loyal minister, it is an indisputable fact that he drew his sword and killed his father!" Someone suddenly said.

Uncle Zhao looked at the man and sneered: "It is indeed a fact, but does the fact have to be true?"

The man was stunned. He was stunned by this question and his thinking was disrupted.

How else could these stinky scholars be so eloquent? He was stuck in a sentence.

"The moon in the flowers and water in the mirror is not what it is."

Uncle Zhao said coldly: "To take a step back, even if it is true, isn't King Xingwu himself at all wrong?"

"Isn't it serious enough to punish his son to Tianmen Pass? I would like to ask you, who dares to go to Tianmen Pass to guard it?"

"..."

Everyone was speechless. They were talking about the father and son killing each other. How could the fire be burned on them again?

"A young man with such a sincere heart can do this to the people, but can't he tolerate his own father? I think there must be other reasons, which need to be investigated clearly!" Uncle Zhao said loudly.

Everyone who had previously suggested punishing Li Hao looked at each other in shock.

With the Imperial Palace on its side, and those guys who were originally involved in the dispute, this matter is probably out of reach.

"What can a few poems say? It's just words. Who can't do that?" A voice sounded again. It was another military commander, Dutong, with an indifferent expression.

Uncle Zhao sneered and said, "Then you should tell me."

"I am only good at marching and fighting, not composing poems, but I can still say it bluntly. I will be loyal to you and serve your country, and I will not hesitate even to the death!" Na Dutong said.

Uncle Zhao snorted coldly: "If you don't have a strong mind, you won't be able to write such profound poems. Everyone can speak in the vernacular like you."

As great scholars, after reading this collection of poems, they had a very favorable impression of the young man who had never been masked before.

Seeing poems is like seeing people. They know that if a person has a crooked mind, one or two poems will be fine, but he will never be able to produce so many loyal poems.

They didn't believe it at first, but then they continued to inquire and learn more about it, and then they were convinced that all these things were really done by the young man alone.

The fact that among these rough and barbarian generals could produce such a talented young man made all the great scholars feel embarrassed and shocked, and it was an eye-opener for them.

"You can fight three thousand miles with one body, but you can stop a million divisions with one sword!"

At this time, Emperor Yu's voice came out softly in the court hall, and everyone was shocked when they heard it.

What a majestic poem!

Emperor Yu's eyes slowly shone with light, and the image of Qingzhou's peerless genius boy became clearer in his mind.

"Good poem, good son!"

Emperor Yu smiled and praised without hesitation.

Those who wanted to argue a few words before changed their expressions slightly and fell silent.

Even though Emperor Yu opened his mouth, there was no point in discussing this matter anymore.

I can probably only pray that the wind and snow outside the pass can really crush that young man...

Retired from the court.

In Qianming Palace.

Emperor Yu walked here, and Chu Jiuyue followed him with a slightly bent body.

"You saw that child at the real dragon banquet. How did you feel?"

Emperor Yu walked slowly and stopped randomly in front of a flower tree, but there was only one flower on the tree, and snowflakes fell on the branches.

Seeing this, he suddenly thought of a poem in the poetry collection:

When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill hundreds of flowers after they bloom!

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. The little guy played chess aggressively, so it seemed not surprising that he could compose such a murderous poem.

Chu Jiuyue thought for a while, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, I noticed that the child behaved casually and freely, but his mind was calm and he was not like a frivolous and arrogant person. The cause of that day was indeed that the disciple of Lord Buddha killed him first. Although the heart is extremely obscure, I still captured it..."

Emperor Yu's eyes flickered slightly and he whispered: "Lord Buddha..."

He raised his head and looked into the distance and said softly: "It's snowing, and I don't know how the child is outside the pass. I heard that King Xingwu had withdrawn all the troops there. It seems that he has figured out the hint in my words before. I plan to leave it there.”

Chu Jiuyue lowered his head and remained silent. He knew that sometimes he should speak less.

"If you have time, you can take a trip. I heard that the kid went out in a hurry and didn't even have a sword. You can send one over for me."

With a smile on his face, Emperor Yu said, "Just give me that... Long Xiao."

Chu Jiuyue was shocked, that was the top ten famous sword in the world.

His Majesty's affection for the young man from the Li family seems to be greater than he imagined.

"Yes." He promised respectfully.
To be continued...