In the Tai Chi Hall, Li Yuan sat on the throne with a smile on his face, frequently raised his glass, and drank with Pei Ji, Chen Shuda and other ministers, not just laughing and saying a few words.
There are dozens of small cases on both sides of the hall. Courtiers, nobles, and relatives are sitting in rows. There are two small vases on the table. On the left is a vase with several plum blossoms, and on the right is a small vase.
The wine bottle also has a different line of poetry on it.
Ren's Day is the last day of the New Year's Day holiday, which is the seventh day of the first lunar month. During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, kings often held banquets to enjoy the snow and plum blossoms with their ministers. However, the weather is too cold this year, so we can only decorate the palace with plum blossoms to add to the fun.
Li Yuan said loudly: "Today coincides with the beginning of spring, and we give each other two colors. If there is anyone who is outstanding, I will not begrudge Caijuan."
Ribbon-cutting was popular in the Tang Dynasty. It was the beginning of spring at the same time. It was very interesting to cut two colors and give them to each other. The so-called ribbon-cutting was not the type of later generations. It was a bit like cutting window grilles, with chickens, cows, trees, flowers and plants as the main objects.
"The old minister is so dazzled that he can no longer cut the ribbon, so Caijuan is exempted." Gao Shilian said with a smile: "I just hope that your majesty will give me another jug of wine."
Li Yuan laughed and said: "Shi Lian asks for wine, does the prince still have some wine left?"
Li Jiancheng stood up with a smile and personally placed the wine bottle on the table in front of Gao Shilian, "This wine is too strong, and I can't stand it alone. Please drink it for me, Mr. Gao."
The prince's move caused a sudden silence in the palace... Gao Shilian was a famous figure in the former dynasty, and was from the royal family of the Northern Qi Dynasty. He was an old friend of Li Yuan, so he naturally had such qualifications, but he was also Li Shimin's wife and uncle, and was regarded as a member of the Qin king's lineage.
"Thank you, Prince." Gao Shilian stood up to thank him and glanced at Li Shimin from the corner of his eye.
That day, Ling Jing gave a gift box to his colleagues. Each box contained two bottles of white porcelain wine. Why did it appear in the Tai Chi Hall today? It was obviously the prince's handiwork. It was a bit strange.
The relationship between Gao Shilian and Li Shimin was extremely close, but he was not in the central group among the forces of the King of Qin. His status was much lower than that of his nephew Changsun Wuji, not to mention Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui.
Li Shimin smiled and drank. Ling Jing found Fang Xuanling early in the morning...but he was also surprised that Li Shan was so capable, and now he is in Tai Chi Hall.
But today, this wine is in the limelight. After Gao Shilian, several prime ministers and ministers could still sit still, but many nobles and relatives frequently asked for more wine.
Originally it was only circulated among the staff of Tiance Mansion and Prince Qin's Mansion, but now... Li Yuan, an advertising channel dealer, has very, very wide channels, including almost the entire Chang'an.
Yu Wenshiji, the assistant minister of Zhongshu, was particularly cheerful today. He raised his glass frequently and detailed the merits of the wine. He also praised the two lines of poetry on the bottle and recited the two poems in full, which attracted a lot of praise.
"My lords, brewing this wine is not easy." Li Yuan paused, his eyes collided with Li Jiancheng's, and both father and son wanted to laugh... Yesterday when the envoy reported back, Li Shan actually asked if he would pay.
"The person who writes the most outstanding poems will be given two bottles of wine."
"Father, cutting ribbons and composing poems is not what a child is good at!" Qi King Li Yuanji shouted, shaking the empty bottle of wine.
"Three Hus, don't mess around." Li Jiancheng laughed and scolded: "It's spring at the same time, so it's time to write poems."
Not long after, all the ministers recommended Yang Shidao, the commander-in-chief of the Prince Consort, as the leader.
"The emperor is surrounded by the world, and he belongs to Yuan Chen. The city is beautiful in nine levels, and spring comes to thousands of gates."
"I've heard for a long time that Jing You wrote a pen and wrote a chapter." Li Yuan laughed and said, "I'll give it a try today."
After that, Li Yuan pointed to the dancing palace maid and said, "Jing You composes another poem."
Yang Shidao strolled out and recited casually: "Twenty-eight is like returning snow, and three springs are like early flowers. The branches turn to candles, one kind of slanting in the wind."
There was a sound of praise in the hall. Yang Shidao was good at poetry and writing, but the most famous thing... was that he was a quick shooter, and he could write poems without even thinking.
"Okay, okay!" Li Yuan nodded, and the palace servant sent the gift box to Yang Shidao.
"Father, this wine is as clear as water and as strong as fire. Although it is hard to say soft in the mouth, it makes people feel proud." Li Jiancheng smiled and said: "Please give me a name, father."
Li Yuan secretly laughed in his heart. It seemed that Da Lang really wanted to recruit that young man. After pondering for a moment, he said: "White porcelain is like jade. Although it is as strong as fire, drinking it on a cold day will make the whole body comfortable. Just like on a spring day, it is like jade."
Hu Chun."
Li Shimin was still drinking slowly without raising his eyebrows...Brother, just take your time, if you can't recruit Li Shan, that's normal.
If, brother, you are unfortunate enough to recruit Li Shan as your disciple, you will be waiting for civil strife in the future!
In fact, Changsun Wuji secretly gave Li Shimin a bad idea, asking Li Shan to enter the East Palace as an internal agent... If Li Shan knew about it, he would definitely spit on his face.
Fortunately, Li Shimin refused. This kind of thing is too hurtful. It is not directed at Li Shan alone, but after the inside story is revealed in the future.
After the excitement, the name Yuhuchun spread throughout Chang'an in a short time.
"What a bad name!" Li Shan complained to Ling Jing privately, "This time almost all the inventory is empty. If you really don't pay, you will suffer a big loss!"
"Why are you so persistent..." Ling Jing frowned and thought hard, suddenly realizing, "Greedy for money?"
"What?" Li Shan looked confused. I am indeed greedy for money. I was so virtuous in my previous life. I am afraid of being poor.
Ling Jing sighed with emotion: "You are so considerate...I didn't know you...you are such a beautiful person!"
What the hell?
Li Shan blinked with a pure and harmless expression.
"Very talented and learned, good at dancing, generous with kindness, and made great contributions in planning the Shandong war. He even has a "little understanding" of poetry..." Ling Jing nodded and said, "Greedy... I made a good choice."
"Cough cough cough cough..." Li Shan coughed violently and pointed at Ling Jing with trembling fingers... This old man was too evil-hearted.
Of course Li Shan understood this sentence. The character he created was so perfect that he needed some shortcomings... to make the superiors feel at ease.
Well, it's almost self-destruction.
But I'm really afraid of Li Yuan. Li Jiancheng and his son won't give me money. I'm really greedy for money!!!
Ling Jing whispered: "There is no need to be so deliberate from now on. Everyone close to you will know that you are not a greedy person."
"Who knows?"
"On the day he arrived in Zhujiagou, Wang Xiaoqing once said that he was in a state of poverty and distress. You came to visit him and left fifty thousand coins. At that time, you had no money left, right?"
Li Shan was completely speechless and couldn't explain...it was left behind by my mother behind my back. I couldn't sleep that night and was heartbroken for a whole month!
At this moment, Li Dewu, who had a gloomy look on his face, forced a smile on his face and faced his brother-in-law Pei Xuanji, "I heard that my brother is about to become an official. Do you want to leave Beijing?"
"Probably in Guanzhong." Pei Xuanji clicked his tongue: "If we were far away, we really wouldn't be able to drink such good wine... By the way, today the saint named Yuhuchun, except for Yang Shidao who won the wine with poetry, only the prime ministers
Assistance is given."
The smile on Li Dewu's face was a bit unbearable, "I heard that this wine has been spread throughout Chang'an?"
"It turned out to be from the Prince of Qin's Palace. The prince also hosted a banquet with this wine today." Pei Xuanji thought for a while and then said: "It's the Li Shan and Li Huairen of Dongshan Temple who were rumored a few days ago. You should have heard of it.
Bar?"
Li Dewu nodded and swallowed, "It is rumored that Li Huairen made great contributions to the country due to the great victory in Wei County, but it is difficult to say whether it is true or not..."
"It's true." Pei Xuanji took a sip of wine and said slowly: "The King of Huaiyang said it himself during today's banquet."
Li Dewu's cheeks bulged, "I met this Li Huairen years ago, and he will take the Jinshi examination next month."
"Jinshi Ke?" Pei Xuanji pointed to the line of poetry on the wine bottle, "It's snowing in the evening, so I can drink a glass of nothing... Although it's ordinary, it fits the season and is interesting. This person should be good at poetry.
arts."
Shit, what kind of poetry does that guy know... This poem must have been written by someone else. Li Dewu, who secretly gritted his teeth, drank it all in one gulp, and then... his face turned red from being choked, and he coughed repeatedly.