Liu Yu stood up tremblingly, his heart filled with bad premonitions.
"Tell me the truth. Are those words about "The Theory of World Governance" really what you said?"
"Yes...yes!" Liu Yu nodded.
"Humph, you traitor! Even now, you are still lying!" Emperor Jing Xing snorted coldly, his brows raised.
"I still don't know what your virtue is?"
"It's okay to be ignorant and incompetent on weekdays. Even if I have time, I use it to study those military strategies. How can I read "On the Governance of the World"?"
"Those words were clearly what Li Changkong taught you to say!"
"When Li Changkong was here just now, I took care of your face and didn't point it out. Now that they are gone, are you still stubborn and trying to trick me?"
"Ah?" Liu Yu was stunned. He really thought of those words on his own.
At most, when I was reading, I had a few discussions with Lao Li and the others because I was really bored.
But most of them are my own.
When it came to the father's mouth, why did it become what Lao Li taught himself?
This... Liu Yu was a very competitive child, so he couldn't bear to suffer such unfair injustice.
He immediately said with a little sullenness: "Father, those words were originally spoken by my son. The relationship between Lao Li and my son was at best a discussion with each other, not what you think, father."
Hearing this, Emperor Jing Xing laughed, angry.
Okay, even if I give you a step, you won’t have to step down, right?
"Then tell me why you read this "The Theory of Government"! If you can tell me who you are, I will believe you. If you can't tell me, I will go and get the punishment myself. Within half a month,
Don’t leave even half a step outside the East Palace!”
"Ah?" Liu Yu was stunned, completely stunned.
Why should he read "On the Governance of the World"? How do you ask him to answer this question?
It can’t be said that you lost in the spy game.
This...isn't this embarrassing?
After much deliberation, I had to pinch my nose and admit: "Father has a keen eye, and these words are indeed what Li Changkong taught his son."
"My son, please go and receive your punishment."
After hearing this, Emperor Jing Xing's expression improved. He nodded and said, "Your mother and I still have something to say, so you can go out first."
When Liu Yu heard this, he was even more speechless.
Good guy, do you want to look at what you are talking about now.
This is the East Palace! This is the residence of the prince!
You let me go!
Okay, just leave, who made you my father?
After all, I'm afraid I won't even be able to leave the East Palace in the next half month.
After Liu Yu left, Emperor Jing Xing looked at Empress Lu with great interest and asked, "What does the empress think of Li Changkong?"
"He is a great talent and should be put to good use." Empress Lu pondered for a while and then said thoughtfully: "It's just that I heard that this son doesn't seem to have a good reputation among the people."
"If Your Majesty wants to reuse it, I'm afraid it needs some polishing."
"Yes, what the queen said is exactly what I want."
"It's just that I originally thought that this guy was only good at writing policy essays. I didn't expect that he would have such attainments in poetry."
“It’s really rare!”
After hearing this, Princess Huaiqing stood up and said: "Father, a few days ago, I went to the Imperial Academy with Zhaoyang and happened to encounter Li Changkong reciting a poem."
In Daqian, no matter the prince or princess, they all call themselves sons and ministers in front of the emperor.
"My son thinks that that poem is no less than what my father has heard today."
When Emperor Jing Xing heard this, he became interested and asked, "Seriously? The poem Li Changkong recited today is extraordinary, otherwise my father would not have ordered Zheng Ying to pass it on to the three armies."
"Father, I have not listened to the poem that Li Changkong recited today. But... I think that the poem written by the Imperial Academy that day is probably even better."
Emperor Jing Xing was really shocked when he heard this.
The poem written by Li Changkong today is an excellent choice in terms of both the description of the scene and the concept.
Especially the last sentence, "Repay your favor on the golden stage, and support the jade dragon to die for you" is the finishing touch.
To be honest, Emperor Jing Xing had not heard such a poem in nearly ten years.
But now, without listening to the entire poem, Huaiqing dared to assert that the poem Li Changkong recited in the Imperial College that day was superior.
Then...how amazing was the poem that was written in the Imperial College that day?
If he hadn't known that Huaiqing had always had a calm temper, he would have almost thought that the child was lying.
"Do you still remember? Please chant quickly."
"My son, I obey the decree." Huaiqing Zhen nodded softly, and then started to chant softly.
"I was so angry that I leaned on the railing, and the mist of rain stopped. I looked up, looked up to the sky and roared, my heart was full of passion. Thirty years of success and fame, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait for it. The young man's head will turn white, and he will be filled with sorrow.
The shame of Jingkang has not yet snowed; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be extinguished? Drive a long chariot and trample through the gaps in the Helan Mountains. The ambition is to eat Hulu meat when hungry, and laugh and drink the blood of Xiongnu when thirsty. Let's start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky."
"..." After Huaiqing finished reciting "Man Jiang Hong", Emperor Jing Xing was so excited that he trembled all over until he staggered. Thanks to Empress Lu's quick eyesight and quick hands, she caught him, otherwise, he might have fallen down.
land.
"Such a word...there are such words in the world!"
"It would be great if I, Jing Xing, could produce a minister like this once in my reign." Emperor Jing Xing savored the meaning of the words carefully, but the more he tasted, the more frightened he became. It was unimaginable that a young man,
He has never even been on the battlefield or faced the Northern Yuan people's cavalry, yet he can compose such poems.
"This poem was written by Li Changkong?"
"He said no, it was written by the poet Yue Fei."
"Yue Fei? Who is this?" Emperor Jing Xing was slightly surprised.
"After returning from Guozijian, I searched through the classics of all the countries in the four directions, but I never found that in recent decades, there was a poet named Yue Fei from all the countries in the four directions, so... I thought,
This poem is most likely composed by Li Changkong himself."
"It's just that the word is too shocking, like the dragon in the word. He is relatively young and has no reputation among officials. He is afraid of getting into trouble, so he is self-effacing."
Huaiqing's talk was eloquent, well-founded and convincing.
After saying this, Emperor Jing Xing couldn't help but nodded and said with emotion: "Okay!"
"This boy is not only able to compose such poems at such a young age, but also understands the principle that the wind will destroy the trees that are beautiful in the forest. He is a rare piece of jade!"
"I have always been neglectful of discipline and have been infected by the market atmosphere, so my habits are not good and my character is slightly flawed."
"But, as long as you carve it out, it will become a great thing!"
"I should put this son to good use!"
When Empress Lu heard this, she immediately bowed and said: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, you are so happy to have such a talented person!"
"Hahaha, the queen is right!" Emperor Jing Xing beamed with joy for a moment.