After leaving the Tai Chi Palace, Li Shan and Su Dingfang discussed in a low voice. The latter told Li Shan with certainty that he had not noticed any signs from beginning to end... and he was not infatuated!
Li Shan was half convinced... I believe it was because Su Dingfang was a famous general in history, but he really didn't know how to be an official, otherwise he wouldn't have waited until Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty came to the throne to be useful.
The suspicion is because Li Yuan's attitude towards Su Dingfang today...is quite high.
How much thought have I put into making cotton-padded jackets and making ice to get to this point... Are you, Su Dingfang, so simple... really not charming?
Su Dingfang glared back at Li Shan's frank statement and walked away quickly.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Li Shan shouted a few words from behind. Sinong Temple and Zuowu Wei were both on the east side of Chengtianmen Street, and they could still walk together for a while.
It's a pity that Su Dingfang walked quickly and walked in the door in a blink of an eye... You're not good at flattery, oh, you only know a little bit!
Li Shan simply slowed down and walked forward slowly. The road had been cleared long ago, but there was still snow on the eaves and walls, which looked very interesting.
Before he reached the gate of Sinong Temple, Li Shan moved the corner of his mouth and saluted, "Uncle."
Cui Xin stood at the door of the Zhongshu Provincial Department, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting.
"A few days ago..."
"Heavy snow blocks the road, making it difficult to travel." Li Shan explained casually: "It will be much more convenient to live in Yanshoufang in the future."
Cui Xin's face darkened. Do you really want to live in the house in Yanshoufang as soon as possible?
"There is news from the Li family." Cui Xin said impatiently: "It will be on the fourth day of February."
"The fourth day of February?" Li Shan was startled, "Is it Brother Dingfang?"
"Yeah." Cui Xin nodded. He didn't care about these things. It's just that heavy snow blocked the road a few days ago, and it wasn't an urgent matter, so it was postponed until today...well, of course there are other reasons.
"Yesterday Zhigui sent a box." Cui Xin said seemingly casually: "Don't get another riding whip!"
Li Shan was still thinking about it. He had agreed with Su Dingfang last night to be the praiser, and he casually replied: "My sister gave me a snow-dyed plum branch, and my nephew gave me two broken poems in return."
"Why is it a broken poem again!" Cui Xin reprimanded dissatisfiedly, "Come and listen to it."
Li Shan looks a little weird. Why don't you ask your daughter?
Cui Xin couldn't help it. His daughter refused to speak this time...and Li Shan may not have considered the influence of the poems he brought to this era.
There are too many poems written by the ancients that have been passed down to later generations, but there are too few that can really leave their names... After all, Li Shan is not a history major, nor is he a classical literature major. Which one can he remember?
The capital is an eternal masterpiece.
As time went by, the poems and articles copied by Li Shan almost gave him a golden body. In the past few months, after entering Beijing, most of the scholars who were slightly famous came to Beijing through certain channels and even went directly to Sun Moon Lake to ask for an audience.
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Cui Xin is also a literati, and he also likes to recite poetry. His son-in-law has a new work, and he was very excited last night.
"The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms."
"Meixin is as white as snow, but the snow is less fragrant than plum blossoms." Cui Xin repeated, "It's quite straightforward..."
Cui Xin stopped talking mid-sentence. He suddenly remembered that it was his daughter who first gave the dyed snow plum branch, and Li Shancai returned the gift with a broken poem... No wonder his daughter refused to say anything.
Poems are used as metaphors for people, but whether it is snow or plum branches, it is really not easy to spread... My daughter's skin is as fair as jade, and she has been learning incense from her wife recently.
Cui Xin glanced at Li Shan sideways. He was white and fragrant. You have good eyesight and a good nose!
Li Shan noticed the unkind look in his father-in-law's eyes and quickly changed the subject, "Uncle, on the third day of the second lunar month, I was planning to invite Brother Fang to be the congratulator."
Only then did Cui Xin remember that his future son-in-law had mentioned that the crowning ceremony would be held in early February next year. Now Su Dingfang is going to welcome his bride on the fourth day of February, but it will definitely be too late for him to go to Sanyuan, Yongzhou to welcome his bride.
Li Shan immediately searched for candidates in his mind. The likers were those with a lower status than the host, principal guest, and deputy guest. They were basically just helpers and would not actually do Li Shan's hair bun. It was best to compare with his own relationship.
Near.
It would be appropriate if Zhang Wenguan was a few years older. Li Kaiyuan was in Daizhou, and Li Daoxuan and Li Shimin were too close, and they were still princes.
After counting like this, Li Shan asked tentatively: "How about brother Xiaoqing?"
Cui Xin thought for a while, nodded and said: "As long as you are not afraid of offending others."
"Brother Xiaoqing has good conduct and is the first old friend my nephew made when he first arrived in Chang'an. It is most suitable." Li Shan smiled slightly. He was no longer the helpless young man he was back then. His current weight... As long as
If no violent conflict occurs, there is no need to worry about Her Royal Highness Princess Tong'an.
However, Wang Renbiao's father, Wang Yu, was born as a general manager in Suizhou. He fell ill at the end of last year and returned to Beijing to recuperate. It is said that his condition is not very good now.
After a pause, Cui Xin asked casually: "Who is presiding?"
There was no need to think about Li Dewu. In the former Sui Dynasty, Li Hun was convicted, and the whole family except Li Dewu was killed. Not to mention that Li Shan didn't want to invite him, even if he wanted to invite him, he couldn't find a suitable elder.
Li Shan hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "I originally intended to invite Prince Zhao, but I will have an audience in these two days... This matter will be postponed for further discussion."
"What if His Majesty doesn't allow it?" Cui Xin kindly taught, "There should be alternatives."
"What my uncle said is that my nephew may ask Brother Demou and his father to host it on his behalf."
"It's inappropriate. Although you have a close friendship with the Danyangfang of the Li family in Longxi, Master Li is an official of the Tiance Mansion after all." Cui Xin shook his head, "If you choose an elder who is not involved in the fight for the right to inherit the throne, it is best to have some contacts or connections.
In-law relationship."
Li Shan was in some trouble. All the former Duke Shen of the Sui Dynasty, except Li Dewu, were dead, and his in-laws were scattered. Yu Wenshiji met this standard, but he was also from the lineage of the King of Qin.
Cui Xin's face was a little dark. Didn't I make it clear enough?
Elders, who are not involved in the fight for legitimate rights, but who have relationships with each other and are related by marriage... Is there anyone more suitable than me?
It's not that Li Shan is not smart, it's just that on the one hand, Cui Xin was considered to be the guest of honor, and on the other hand, Su Dingfang's inexplicable promotion today made him uneasy, and he didn't expect it for a while.
But soon, Li Shan no longer had time to think about the reasons for Su Dingfang's promotion. He had just returned home at dusk, and before he could get off his horse, Xiao Man ran out angrily.
"What's wrong?"
"Mr. Lang!"
As soon as Li Shan entered the door, he saw Mrs. Zhu and Mr. Zhou standing in the yard, "Mother..."
Mrs. Zhu pursed her lips in annoyance, and Li Shan turned around to see a tall, vaguely familiar Hu girl looking over in surprise.
"Sent from Prince Qi's Mansion."
"Prince Qi?" Li Shan blinked, even if he wanted to win over me, he wouldn't send a Hu girl here for no reason, right?
Li Shan didn't know it yet, but a big pot had been placed on his head.