In fact, this beautiful woman who is only twenty years old is Li Yuan’s favorite concubine today. She is the only favorite among the six beauties! Therefore, she is particularly comfortable in front of Li Yuan because she is very confident.
, the position of queen will be hers sooner or later.
Since the death of Empress Dou, Li Yuan has never appointed a queen. Many ministers have advised Li Yuan to appoint another queen to avoid missing the emperor!
But who can imagine the importance of Queen Dou to Li Yuan? In Li Yuan's mind, the position of this queen belongs to Queen Dou, and it can only belong to Queen Dou, regardless of whether she is still in this world or not!
Glancing at the shy beauty, the experienced Li Yuan had already understood her thoughts. These women who thought they were smart just wanted to ascend the vacant throne and have a taste of the mother's world. However, that position,
Where is the room for others to get involved?
Thinking of this, Li Yuan's mind grew cold. He waved his hand to block the beauty's arm and said calmly: "Let's not talk about this for now. I am a little upset and want to hear some interesting stories. How was Chang'an these past two days? Did anything happen? In this morning
In the hall, there are endless official duties to deal with every day, and there is nothing that makes me happy!"
The beauty was shocked when she saw that Li Yuan blocked her uncharacteristically. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Li Yuan ask a question.
"This..." After a quick pause, the beauty did not forget to take a careful look at Li Yuan. But how could she tell Li Yuan's thoughts? She just felt that Li Yuan was a little different today. She wanted to ask, but was afraid that Li Yuan would wait.
I was impatient, so I had to follow his words and said: "Your Majesty, Chang'an is very peaceful under your rule... But you have interesting new things to say, and I have heard of two in the past two days."
"Oh? What is it? Who is it about?" Li Yuan cheered up, looked at the beauty and asked with a smile.
"It's about Xiao Han, the son of Sanyuan County, and the Marquis of Xiangcheng!" the beauty replied quickly.
"Sanyuan County Son? That little guy named Xiao Han?" Li Yuan asked strangely. As soon as he heard the name, the appearance of that boy immediately appeared in his mind. He was strange, but not annoying. He often
He doesn't do things according to common sense, but the results are surprisingly good. Every time I think of him, I always feel happy in my heart, and I don't know why I like that guy so much.
"Yes, it's the son of Miyuan County!" The beauty paid close attention to Li Yuan's expression. She could tell that he was interested in this person. She was also happy in her heart. She secretly guessed what she meant, and then said to Li Yuan: "I am also listening to the palace.
The slave in Li Caimai accidentally mentioned that he and the Marquis of Xiangcheng were going to have a fight..."
"Fighting? For what?" Li Yuan asked again.
The beauty tilted her head, as if thinking about it, and said, "This seems to be for a woman..."
"Oh? Woman, the Marquis of Xiangcheng actually robbed a woman from a junior like Xiao Han?" Li Yuan was very curious. He knew the Marquis of Xiangcheng too well. Li Yuan believed that he had conflicts with others because of other reasons, but because of a woman
, this is a bit incredible!
Li Yuan's mind was racing, but he couldn't figure out the cause and effect of the incident, so he had to ask the beauty again: "Tell me from the beginning, what is going on!"
"This matter begins with a poem..." The beauty smiled coquettishly and deliberately kept it secret, waiting for Li Yuan to ask.
"What poem? What does this have to do with poetry?" Li Yuan took the bait and took the beauty into his arms, grabbing her hand and asking.
"Hee hee, don't move, it's itchy..." The beauty pretended to struggle in Li Yuan's arms for a few times, twisting her body like a water snake. But in the end, seeing that Li Yuan just held her and made no further movements, Quiet became slightly disappointed.
He came down and continued: "This poem is called "Sauvignon Blanc""
"Beauty is like a flower separated by clouds, and there is the high sky of Qingming above,
There are waves of the Lu River below. The soul is far away and suffers forever."
Just as the beauty was telling Li Yuan about this poem, in the lobby of Baihua Pavilion, there was also a scholar who closed his eyes and shook his head, reciting this poem very passionately. The people at the same table were all fascinated, and seemed to have been completely absorbed by this poem.
conquer.
"Hey! Such a great talent has to be forced to fight with the Marquis of Xiangcheng, just for the beauty in his heart. How sad and heroic!" The scholar who finished reciting the poem returned to the table and put the fine green tea in front of him.
After drinking the ant wine in one gulp, he shook his head and sighed!
When the people at the table heard this, they all raised their glasses to join in! In their minds, anyone who could write such a peerless poem should be an expert in eating the wind and drinking the dew. How could anyone be forced to shout, beat, or kill?
Isn’t it an insult to the culture? It’s true that the world is declining and people’s hearts are not as old as they used to be!
However, when the scholar said this, a man next to him disagreed. The man sitting alone at the table turned around, looked at these scribes with squinting eyes, and slowly said: "Humph, what a big talent but a small talent, but a sour article?"
It’s just a crappy article, it doesn’t matter! In my opinion, it’s the Xiangcheng Hou family that cares about them! If you don’t get it, use your fists! In this world, fists are still the most reasonable! Hahaha…”
The man's arrogant laughter caused many people around him to frown, but seeing how powerful he was, they only gave him cold looks and no one dared to scold him.
When the man saw this, he suddenly became even more proud. He looked at these ugly-looking scholars, caressed the whiskers on his face, and said with a mean smile: "Hey, I don't know who this daughter of the Xue family is.
How beautiful it is, if I could take a second look at it and take it home...hehehehehe..."
The scholar who read the poem at the beginning already had great admiration for Xiao Han who "created" such a masterpiece. He had just endured the man's arrogant words. Now when he heard that this bastard dared to blaspheme the woman in the poem, how could he endure it?
Have to go down?
Taking advantage of the man's mischievous laughter, he directly picked up the white porcelain wine bottle on the table and hit the man's head hard. Then, before the man could wake up from the blow, the scholar flew towards him.
"I? I'm what you bastard call yourself? Look at your grandfather, I won't kill this bastard who spits shit!" The scholar screamed, and the first punch knocked the guy unconscious. He even took the table with him and mixed it up
The plates and dishes were smashed to the ground!
Pushing aside a piece of green vegetables on his head, before the man could figure out what kind of scholar this was and why he was so powerful, the second punch followed...
The scholar was beating vigorously. When the people around him saw it, who wouldn't hurry up and get involved in beating the drowned dog? Someone pulled the curtain on the window next to him and covered the beaten man. Suddenly, countless big feet fell like raindrops.
It fell down!
Don’t think that the scholars of this era are really like those shown on TV. They are so helpless that even walking can cause them to die from exhaustion!
In fact, riding and archery are among the six arts of a gentleman! Most of the scholars at this time were skilled in martial arts, and some were more powerful. One or two ruffians could not get close to him, or they would not be able to kill this guy with just a few punches.
He was unable to fight back.
The first floor of Baihua Pavilion was quite lively today. Many private rooms on the second and third floors stuck their heads out to look downstairs. By the time the shopkeeper came over in a hurry to separate everyone, the man had been beaten to the point of breathing.
After venting his anger, I guess if he comes a little later, he can directly collect the body of the man...
And this is just a short episode brought about by the song "Song of Love". Similar episodes happened all over Chang'an from time to time, and the grievances between Xiao Han and the Marquis of Xiangcheng quickly spread to everyone in Chang'an along with this poem.
corner.
However, in the rumors, Xiao Han is described as a warrior who is not afraid of power and fights bravely for his lover, while the Marquis of Xiangcheng plays the role of a despicable and shameless villain, forcing Xiao Han to surrender for various reasons. As for his
My son, there is no role for him at all...
Talented men and beautiful women are always what people like to see. But when it comes to an old and despicable man who wants to forcefully marry a beautiful woman, even a fool knows who to support!
So in the city of Chang'an, there was almost one-sided support for Xiao Han. Occasionally, a few people who wanted to please others or had other ulterior motives jumped out, and every minute they were like a big man in a restaurant. They only wished that they were not mute in the first place...
At night, after listening to his subordinate's report in the study, Changsun Wuji waved him off, put down the brush in his hand, walked out of the room with his hands behind his back, and looked up at the few small lantern-like objects still hanging on the trees in the yard.
Persimmon murmured: "People's words are scary, people's words are scary, Xiao Han, there has been an undercurrent in the court recently, and I can only help you in this way..."
Seven days seems to be a long time, but in fact, time is like running water, and it has passed by in a hurry.
Xiao Han always felt like he had just made the promise of war yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, why was it that the date of the fight had already arrived?
To the west of Chang'an, on the banks of the Weishui River, the gloomy weather seems to indicate that today is extraordinary. The cold wind blowing from the north is whistling across the land, carrying endless withered grass and yellow sand.
In the dim wind, like an epic war movie, two small battle formations stood.
The warriors to the north were all wearing black armor, holding long swords and horizontal swords in their hands! Their faces were stern, and they looked at their enemies as if they were looking at an inanimate object. There was no excitement, no fear, just a sense of ordinary life and death.
The indifference!
As for the people in the south, almost all wore light armor, behaved lightly, and had various weapons in their hands. They had axes, axes, hooks and forks. They had everything. At first glance, they felt like a makeshift army.
generally.
The two parties were more than fifty steps apart, and they were all looking at each other at this time. On a small gentle slope to the east of the two small armies, a group of people gathered to watch.
No ordinary people came to watch today. Although the battle between Xiao Han and the Marquis of Xiangcheng has been well known in Chang'an, this kind of thing has never been something ordinary people dare to touch.
Maybe there are a few curious people lying in a corner watching secretly at this time, but the only ones standing here openly and honestly can only be nobles.
Xiao Han came very early, almost the first one to come here, and Xiao Han did not recognize any of the people dressed as nobles who came later. It was Zhang Qiang who came over and whispered, and then Xiao Han knew that these people were
A small family invited by the Marquis of Xiangcheng to bear witness.
