Du Ruhui stayed up all night at the Duke's Mansion in Lai.
Du Ruhui was sitting in the study, with a picture of calligraphy placed on the table in front of him.
"Who would have known that besides generals, ministers, princes, there are no happy and happy people."
This was written by Du He in his study when he was bored. At first glance, it is just a fragment of a sentence and an unfinished work.
Du Ruhui could understand Du He's mood with one glance.
Du He was the son of the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, but he had no interest in government affairs. He just wanted to stay away from the court and live a happy life.
Du Ruhui naturally understood it very well.
"But, how can you stay away from this court?" Du Ruhui sighed.
People who are looking for information will come and report every hour.
Unfortunately, there was no news from Du He all night.
I don’t know what happened in the palace that night.
At dawn.
Du Ruhui's eyes were red and swollen. After dressing neatly, he prepared to enter the palace to meet the saint.
Du Ruhui said firmly: "No matter what heinous crime He'er has committed, he will always be my son. If your Majesty really wants to punish him, then punish me first!"
Suddenly, Lao Fu opened the door and came in.
"Sir, Sir Hou, Minister of the Ministry of War, please see me!"
Du Ruhui was startled and hurriedly invited Hou Junji into his mansion.
When Hou Junji saw Lao Du's haggard face, he understood everything. He laughed and said, "Don't worry, Prime Minister Du. Your Majesty just wants to temper Du He's temper and has no plans to punish him."
When Du Ruhui heard this, he was immediately overjoyed and said, "Old Fu, take out the fine wine that I have collected. Today, I will have a drink with Mr. Hou."
…
"It's a pity that where the orioles sing and the flowers fall, a pot of turbid wine brings the end of spring."
"It's a pity that the moon is fine and the night is cool, and a businessman from the Qing Dynasty is accompanying me to my old age."
"Eat well and sleep well to waste away the sun and moon, chatting and sneering to make friends."
"Who would have known that besides generals, ministers, princes, there are no happy and happy people."
Du He woke up early in the morning, picked up his pen, and completed the poem.
This is of course not his work, but Mr. Bai Juyi's masterpiece "Happiness".
Mr. Bai Juyi didn't know where he was now, so Du He had the nerve to borrow it first.
Especially the last two sentences, he liked them very much.
All princes, generals and ministers are not all from the same place in the end. As a person who has traveled through time, Du He firmly believes that he can be free and happy and enjoy life.
Zhao Yang, the chamberlain next to him, saw it and couldn't help but praise: "Master Du, what a beautiful poem!"
Du He was amused: "Oh, Mr. Zhao, do you know poetry too?"
Zhao Yang shook his head and said modestly: "I don't know, I just can read and write."
Du He said earnestly: "It's impossible not to learn poetry. Confucius said, if you don't learn poetry, you can't stand up. You have to study more in the future!"
Zhao Yang: "..."
He was speechless.
He was just being humble, but he didn't know that Du He would teach him a lesson in return.
Du He was about to go out, but was stopped by Zhao Yang: "Master Du, His Majesty has ordered that you are not allowed to leave the side hall for even half a step. You must eat, drink, and have sex here."
"Oh my god, this is not about locking up prisoners. Your Majesty is really cruel..."
Du He had no choice but to go back to the hall and sit down to continue being bored.
…
Not long after, the song "Happiness" written by Du He appeared on Li Er's desk.
Li Er couldn't help but read it three times.
"If you don't want to be a prince or a general, if you insist on being a happy person, this son of Keming really gives me a headache... By the way, does Du He have any regrets?" Li Er asked.
Zhao Yang shook his head.
"Huh, it doesn't make sense. Since he doesn't repent, let's keep him locked up. I can't let him idle. Take this and let him copy it ten times before dark. If he can't finish it, there will be no dinner today.
Send it over, I will check it myself when the time comes!" Li Er said helplessly, handing a thin booklet to Zhao Yang.
The cover of the booklet reads "Being a Master".
After Zhao Yang left, Li Er immediately called a young eunuch: "Send this poem to the supervisor and find the best craftsmen to frame it. Don't damage it..."
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"What? You asked me to copy the "Execution Manual" ten times. Damn, do you still have any humanity? I am a minor. Do you believe me if I sue you?" Du He was immediately annoyed when he learned the news about copying the "Execution Manual".
Why did ancient people also like to use copying as punishment?
It is really a backward education method that remains unchanged forever!
Zhao Yang smiled and said: "Mr. Du, your Majesty said that if you can't finish it before dark, there will be no dinner for today, and your Majesty will come to check it in person."
"Okay, okay, anyway, now people are just slaves and others are fish and meat, so just copy them! They are all trained in nine years of compulsory education. Who hasn't had the experience of copying new words ten times?"
Zhao Yang smiled without saying a word and left in a hurry.
Du He touched his chin and suddenly his eyes lit up.
I saw him neatly arranging the calligraphy version of the "Departure Guide", then taking out white paper and flattening it, and then took out three signature pens from his sleeves.
"Fortunately, I had the foresight and brought a box of pens with me, hahaha..."
Then, Du He found a few thin silk threads, tied three signature pens side by side, held them in his right hand, adjusted the pen tip position, and began to copy.
Compared with later generations, the "Chu Shi Biao" of this era did not even have punctuation marks, which saved Du He a lot of trouble.
Once or three times, it didn't take long for Du He to finish copying.
Instead of copying it ten times, it should be copied twelve times.
Look at the time, it's still early before dark.
Du He put down his pen, shook his hand, and said, "I'm afraid your Majesty doesn't know that I was an expert at copying books when I was a child. My highest record was five pens at a time. That's speed and leverage."
Then, Du He lay down on the table and fell asleep.
During this period, Zhao Yang quietly came in to visit several times, and each time he shook his head helplessly.
In Zhao Yang's opinion, Du He might not be able to eat tonight's dinner.
Until dusk, Li Er came outside the side hall.
"What is Du He doing?" Li Er asked curiously.
Zhao Yang showed a gloating expression on his face and whispered: "Your Majesty, Mr. Du has been sleeping all afternoon."
When Li Er heard this, his face darkened: "You really don't have any regrets! Humph."
With that said, he walked into the palace.
Zhao Yang was actually still sleeping.
boom.
Li Eryi slapped his hand on the table, waking up Du He.
Du He got up, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said dissatisfied: "Damn, who, you are so shocked that you can't let me sleep."
When he looked up, he saw Li Er's angry look and quickly changed his smile: "Oh, isn't this His Majesty? Why are you so serious? Is that blind guy Wei Zheng attacking you?"
Li Er: "...Du He, I asked you to copy the "Shi Shi Biao" for reflection. It would be better for you to just fall asleep here. Do you still have me in your eyes?"
Li Er was puzzled. Regardless of whether it was the minister of civil and military affairs or the family members of the palace, or even his own children, he was so afraid of himself. He was usually very nervous when meeting and talking, but this Du He was not good at all.