The windows on the north side are open, and the breeze is floating. In front of the window, a lake reflects the blue sky and white clouds, surrounded by corridors, and the scenery is moving.
In the study room, Princess Jinyang held a delicate purple hair pen in her slender hands. Her eyelids were drooped, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were staring at the rice paper under the pen, and her bright wrists moved lightly, each one smooth and smooth.
Gorgeous handwriting suddenly appeared on the paper.
Beside her, Princess Changle was dressed elegantly in a Taoist robe. She was holding an ink block in her delicate hands and gently grinding the ink in the inkstone. She was looking at Princess Jinyang's beautiful side face. Her serious look made her lips overflow.
A faint, gentle and doting smile...
His Majesty Li Er wore regular clothes. His black hair was combed behind his head and tied with a yellow ribbon. He did not tie up his crown, and he looked like he was dressed at home.
At this moment, she was leaning forward slightly, watching Princess Jinyang splashing ink on the rice paper, but her expression was slightly dissatisfied...
After writing the last word, Princess Jinyang put away her pen and raised her head. When she saw His Majesty Li Er's expression, she suddenly became a little frustrated: "Father, isn't my daughter's handwriting good?"
His Majesty Li Er knew that his youngest daughter had misunderstood. The reason why he was dissatisfied was not because of this single stroke. In fact, the handwriting was round and square, and the calligraphy was horizontal and flowing. It was beautiful and moving, even after being immersed in magic for many years.
A bachelor's degree may not have such writing power.
only……
"Why did you abandon Si Zi Fei Bai and start studying this body?" His Majesty Li Er frowned and sounded angry.
The two princesses looked at each other for a moment, and then Princess Changle covered her lips and smiled, while Princess Jinyang put her hand on her forehead and looked helplessly at her father... You are the emperor, can you be jealous over such a thing?
Because you didn't practice Fei Baishu, which you are good at, but you practiced Fangti calligraphy, so you look so sullen as if someone owes you money. It's so childish...
However, Princess Jinyang still comforted her father. She put down her pen and stepped forward to hug her father's arm. She said with a smile: "It's not like Fei Bai has been writing a lot recently. He hasn't entered the country. I thought I would write in a different style."
, maybe there will be some unexpected gains.”
What you say sounds nice, but in fact, you are complaining in your heart. Your mind is really narrower than a needle's nose...
How could His Majesty Li Er not hear that his daughter was coaxing him? He also knew that he was being petty, but when he thought about his daughter who had admired him since childhood and followed him to practice when he saw Fei Bai's good calligraphy, now he rewrites Fang Ti calligraphy...
…It’s still inevitable that I feel extremely unhappy, feeling depressed that my treasure has been stolen.
"Hmph, this Fang style calligraphy is just more novel and unique, but in fact it's nothing interesting... A few days ago, I asked Fang Jun to write a poem, but until today, there has been no movement. If the Jiang Lang has exhausted his skills, that's all.
, if you forget what I said, hum, I want him to look good!"
Thinking of the recent turmoil in the DPRK, although Fang Jun did not take the initiative to instigate each of the chaos, none of it was inseparable from him. Thinking of his own passivity, His Majesty Li Er became even more frustrated.
Princess Jinyang rolled her eyes, leaned against her father, and said softly: "My brother-in-law has been wronged recently. He is inevitably mentally disturbed. How can he still have the energy to write poems and lyrics? My father is the emperor and should be considerate of his ministers.
Just give me more time. With my brother-in-law's talent, there will definitely be a work that my father will be satisfied with."
His Majesty Li Er snorted, with a dark face, and shouted: "You girl, turn your elbows outward..."
Just as he was about to continue yelling and scolding his daughter about who is "one of her own", she suddenly heard a sound of footsteps downstairs, and Wang De, the head maid, ran up with a gasp...
His Majesty Li Er was feeling unhappy. When he saw Wang De's rude behavior, he immediately reprimanded him: "You are already old and you are still so frizzy. How can you behave like this?"
Wang De ran up in a panic, and was scolded by the emperor. He did not explain, but said urgently: "Your Majesty, Duke Wei has come to the palace to see you..."
His Majesty Li Er was stunned for a moment, his mind could not turn around for a moment, and he subconsciously asked: "Who?"
Wang Dedao: "Duke Wei, Li Jing."
His Majesty Li Er: "..."
Li Jing?
Didn't that old man hide in the house for many years to save his life, not even seeing his relatives and friends?
Last year, Li Jing's wife passed away. His Majesty Li Er ordered that his tomb be built in the shape of Iron Mountain in the Turkic territory and Jishi Mountain in the Tuyuhun territory in accordance with the old practices of Wei Qing and Huo Qubing in the Han Dynasty, in recognition of Li Jing's special achievements.
Even though he has various opinions and dissatisfaction with Li Jing, His Majesty Li Er cannot deny Li Jing's illustrious contribution to Li Tang.
Li Jing went to the cemetery to pay his respects, and kowtowed in front of the grave in the direction of Tai Chi Palace to express his gratitude. That was the only time Li Jing left the house in these years...
His Majesty Li Er was both resentful and fearful of Li Jing, and Li Jing knew it very well. He lived in seclusion in his mansion and stayed behind closed doors. The emperor and his ministers reached an implicit tacit understanding - as long as you don't cause trouble or show your face, I will
The friendship between us will be preserved and you will live a long life.
But now Li Jing has come to the palace to meet him. Is this an intention to break this tacit understanding?
His Majesty Li Er squinted his eyes and was silent for a long time, and then said: "Xuan Qi will meet you at Liangyi Palace..." But as soon as he said the words, he asked again: "Can Duke Wei wear official robes?"
Wang De said: "No, I came alone in a carriage with just ordinary clothes and no support."
His Majesty Li Er nodded slightly and said: "Then there is no need to bother. You go to Xuan Wei Gong and I will summon him here."
Wang Der was stunned for a moment. This seemed to be inconsistent with etiquette. This was Princess Changle's bedroom, and Li Jing was a foreign minister... However, he did not dare to ask more questions. It was related to the grudges between the emperor and Li Jing. As the chief chamberlain,
Naturally, he knew more than others and knew that he could never get involved, so he immediately accepted the order and quit.
Princess Jinyang wanted to put away the rice paper on the desk, but His Majesty Li Er waved his hand and said: "No, just put it here."
Princess Jinyang was stunned for a moment, then obediently stepped aside.
Princess Changle took a look at her father's face and said softly: "My daughter is going to make tea..."
His Majesty Li Er was noncommittal and looked gloomy.
Not long after, there was the sound of footsteps downstairs...
Li Jing, who was tall and tall in regular clothes, came upstairs and saw His Majesty Li Er sitting in the middle. The two princesses of Changle and Jinyang were boiling water and making tea in front of a table. The water in the pot made a gurgling sound.
In the teapot, there is a faint fragrance of tea.
Li Jing stepped forward, bowed his head to the ground, and said respectfully: "Old minister Li Jing, I would like to pay my respects to Your Majesty."
His Majesty Li Er looked at Li Jing's gray hair and wrinkled cheeks, and was in a trance for a moment... Then, he stood up unexpectedly, walked out from behind the desk, stepped forward and bent down to hold Li Jing's arms.
Wen Yan said: "Why does Duke Wei need to perform such a great ceremony? This is not a court hall. You and I don't care about the courtesy of a monarch and his ministers. Get up quickly!"
Li Jing did not insist, and was helped by His Majesty Li Er to straighten up. The eyes of the emperor and his ministers met, and for a moment they had mixed feelings and were speechless.
The years of fighting side by side, the betrayal of retreating in the face of battle, friendship, dissatisfaction... all seemed to come to the minds of the two at this moment.
Li Jing took a step back, dodged His Majesty Li Er's support, bowed his hands to the ground again, and said in a solemn voice: "Old minister, I apologize to Your Majesty..."
For Li Jing, this was a misdemeanor nearly twenty years overdue.
When His Majesty Li Er launched the Xuanwu Gate Incident, Li Jing insisted not to participate and stood by because it was an unjust and chaotic act. Even during the years when he had to live in seclusion in the mansion to save his life, he never considered his
What I did was wrong, so I never bowed my head and surrendered.
However, recently, probably as he got older, his understanding of the court and his understanding of life gradually made him realize that he had indeed done something wrong back then.
I don’t want to say whether the nature of the Xuanwu Gate Incident was to kill brothers to usurp the throne. I can only say that at that time and in that position, no matter what His Majesty Li Er thought, the Xuanwu Gate Incident would inevitably happen.
Even if His Majesty Li Er doesn't want to do it, the general trend will push him to do it...
Since it has to be done, where does it come from?
And just because I insisted on the so-called justice and loyalty, I resented His Majesty Li Er, who had always been confidant to me, and abandoned my comrades from the Prince of Qin who fought side by side. How could I say that?
Right?
Who knows, he is too selfish...
His Majesty Li Er was stunned for a long time. Looking at Li Jing who was bending down and bowing, his eyes suddenly became hot. The blockade that had been accumulated in his heart for more than ten years seemed to be instantly washed away by a wave of heat. He collapsed and threw up his head and let out a burst of hearty laughter!
What could be more satisfying than having such an unyielding and unchangeable "god of war" willingly admit his mistakes?