Wen Buren said: "Your Majesty, I have sent secret guards to investigate. This matter was not leaked by the Dream Group. It can be confirmed that it was not done by Du He."
Li Er nodded: "I have actually expected that it was not Du He who did it. This can be seen from the fact that Du He only accepted Ke'er as a registered disciple."
He asked again: "Have you found out? Only a few people knew about this matter. Why did it spread throughout Chang'an City in just one day? Quan Wanji, a nerd, has no such ability. He is not Du He
And Dream Group, that is, someone is secretly promoting this matter and wants to take the opportunity to make a big fuss!"
Wen Buren shook his head: "Your Majesty, the secret guards have worked very hard, but... there is still no result."
Snapped.
Li Er slapped his hand heavily on the table: "It's unreasonable. You are so brave. You dare to do something small under my nose. Send more manpower to investigate this matter thoroughly."
"Yes!" Wen Buren quickly agreed.
Li Er is also an old fox among old foxes. When he feels that there is something fishy about this matter, he will naturally not let it go.
…
Dream Group.
Outside, the cold wind howled.
Inside the house, it's warm as spring.
Du He was sitting at the table, and next to him was Li Yuanshu, who was studying ink.
Du He thought of that awesome man a hundred years later.
The imperial concubine studied ink and the powerful man took off his boots. When he was drunk, he wrote the popular Qingping music poem "The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream."
Of course, Du He didn't have the guts to ask the current Queen Changsun to grind ink for him.
However, for now, having Princess Runan grind ink for him is quite satisfying.
I just had to take off my shoes.
Du He then shouted to Li Lizhi who was sitting at the door: "Li Zhi, come here and take off your shoes for me..."
Swish.
A ledger flew over.
Then came Li Lizhi's voice: "Du He, go to hell, you want me to take off your shoes, dream on!"
Du He picked up the account book and sighed: "What a bad temper!"
Before he finished speaking, he looked up and saw Lao Fu's face that needed a beating appeared.
"Master, let me take off your shoes, not to mention taking off your shoes, even taking off your clothes..." The old man showed a mean smile.
Du He: "..."
As soon as Lao Fu got involved, all the romantic mood was gone.
With a depressed mood, Du He wrote a poem in one breath.
Li Yuanshu didn't wait for the ink to dry, then picked it up and recited softly:
"Green Ant New Fermented Wine"
"Little red clay stove."
"It's going to snow late in the evening"
"Can I have a drink?"
The artistic conception of this poem just suits today's weather.
Since the beginning of winter, it has snowed several times in Chang'an City. Today, the sky is gloomy and it seems like it will snow again.
Coupled with Li Yuanshu's soft voice, it sounds so melodious that people can't help but feel moved.
Even Li Lizhi, who was sitting at the door, couldn't help but raise her head when she heard the poem.
Although she despised Du He a little, the poems Du He wrote were unmatched by all the poets in the Tang Dynasty combined.
Li Lizhi stood up and asked curiously: "Du He, what is the name of this poem?"
Du He laughed and said: "The name of the poem is, 'Who can get drunk with me'."
Li Lizhi immediately cast a look of contempt.
But Li Yuanshu suddenly understood.
This poem by Du He seems to be written for a certain person, but judging from the title of the poem, it has no goal. If I can drink a cup of wine, who can get drunk with me? This does not mean that in the huge Tang Dynasty, it is difficult to find a person.
Someone who is drunk with me?
Then I thought about it, Du He's poetic talent is world-famous, his invention skills are unparalleled, and his ability to make money is unparalleled... Such a person is an anomaly in this era, and there is no way to find like-minded people.
Li Yuanshu suddenly felt that Du He was a little... pitiful?
Li Yuanshu thought to herself that outsiders only thought that Du He was a scoundrel, but who knew that he was actually a poet and a more refined person than anyone else.
Li Lizhi walked to Li Yuanshu and whispered: "Sister, I actually found that Du He is also quite polite."
Just as he said this, Zhang Jian ran in, gasping for air, and leaned on the table and said: "Young Master... no, no... news came from the palace that this morning, Quan Wanji, the teacher of the King of Shu,
Others, personally impeach you, saying that you are ignorant and incompetent, and that you are misleading people. They want His Majesty to expel you and not allow you to serve as the teacher of His Highness the King of Shu!"
Snapped.
Du He jumped up, slammed the table, and yelled: "Damn it, who is Quan Wanji? How dare you go against me? Believe it or not, I beat him until he can't take care of himself!"
Li Yuanshu: "..."
Li Lizhi: "..."
vulgar!
So vulgar!
Later, Zhang Jian told the truth exactly what he had learned.
He also handed Du He a piece of paper.
On the paper are the remarks made by Quan Wanji in court today: "Those who are close to the vermillion are red and those who are close to the ink are black." It is clearly recorded.
Du He looked at the handwriting and found it very familiar.
"Who wrote this?" Du He asked curiously.
Zhang Jian said hurriedly: "My master sent someone to deliver it."
"father?"
"Yes, it's dad? Oh, no, it's the master." Zhang Jian hurriedly changed his mind, "I heard from the person who sent the letter that the master had another explanation. The master said that Quan Wanji is just a clown, and he is too lazy to take action.
For such a small person, I’ll leave it to you.”
Du He: "..."
Lao Du is now decisive in killing.
A smile appeared on Du He's lips.
In the morning court, when everyone was impeaching Du He, Du Ruhui seemed to have nothing to do with it. In fact, everything was clear to him. He even recorded some of Quan Wanji's remarks and wrote them down on paper later.
To Duhe.
Du He picked up the piece of paper, read it carefully several times, then suddenly threw it on the table and said: "I didn't expect Quan Wanji's literary talent to be quite good. Doesn't he like to convince people with reason? I am not unreasonable."
Man, just play with him, Zecheng, tell Er Niu that tomorrow’s Datang News will take down the headlines on the front page, and I have something new for him.”
When Zhang Jian heard this, he thought, Master, is he going to take action?
He excitedly turned around to find Wang Erniu, the manager of Datang Study Room.
Du He sat down, turned around and asked, "Yuanshu, do you like flowers and plants?"
Li Yuanshu nodded.
Du He asked: "What kind of flowers do you like?"
Li Yuanshu smiled sweetly: "Of course it's the peony. Everyone says that the peony is the king of flowers and has unparalleled wealth."
Li Yuanshu looks gentle and dignified, but in her heart she likes domineering flowers like peonies.
Du He asked Li Lizhi again.
Li Lizhi thought for a while and said: "Of course I like chrysanthemums! Tao Yuanming once said that autumn chrysanthemums are beautiful, and the dew on them reveals their beauty... How beautiful chrysanthemums are."
Du He: "..."
He laid out the paper, picked up the brush, and started writing on the paper quickly.