Li Ying was silent. Even Li Siye said this. Because he is the prince, he will be subject to more restrictions, and the people under his command will also be restricted. The prince's status is second only to the emperor, but he is subject to more restrictions than
Everyone, under this kind of restriction, no matter how outstanding the genius is, he will not be able to succeed, but will instead attract more fear to the prince.
Li Siye stood guard outside the palace gate. He had no idea that the prince was inside and was having a conversation directed at him.
What's more, even if he knew, what could he do? After what happened today, Li Siye's attitude had obviously changed. In the past, although he knew that the prince could not stay with him for a long time, he still held out hope that he could change it, but now he found that,
It cannot be changed at all.
The center of power in Chang'an City has become a place of right and wrong. The core of the Tang Dynasty began to deteriorate starting from Li Linfu. He must leave this place and go outside to become stronger. Only when he returns to Chang'an can he be able to speak with these people on an equal footing.
Even arm wrestling.
If he had vaguely hoped that the emperor would not order him to be transferred to Anxi before, it was because the city of Chang'an was so beautiful and nostalgic. The red maples under the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, the paper boat lanterns in the Yong'an Canal, and the Chang'an on Suzaku Street
Human grace and splendor.
During festivals, the long street has clouds of hair on the temples, the heads and feet of the monks are arranged like densely packed paper cranes, and the clothes of the Chinese and Han Dynasty are intertwined and confusing. The eaves of the mountain style are tiled, with pointed roofs, flat roofs, and domes.
. Looking at the Daming Palace on the Dragon Head Plain in the distance, the wind chimes hanging on the edge of the brackets under the blue glazed tiles are the original color of the Tang Dynasty.
Such a most glorious, gorgeous, majestic, passionate, and legendary prosperous age turned out to be just the most amazing moment in the fireworks show. It makes people regretful to think about it.
It’s better to wait for the opportunity and go to Anxi.
…
Night has just fallen, the lights on the Zhoushi slope in Xianyang are bright, and the light and dark in the Qianniuwei and Yulin Army camps alternately flicker. Once this quiet mountain is contaminated by human footprints, it will no longer be full of natural beauty.
In a luxurious palace room in the center of the palace, the curtains hang lightly on the ground, and each pair of columns is blocked by tulle.
The longevity king Li Hao walked in from the palace door and vaguely saw the woman lying on the couch. The figure was blurry, but she called him to go forward. Every time he opened a curtain, the figure lying on the couch became clearer.
Some.
He finally walked into the inner hall, and there was no longer any barrier between mother and son.
Li Hao knelt on the ground with a thump. The sound was so clear that it made the floor look painful.
Concubine Wu Hui suddenly sat up and asked him in surprise: "Mao'er, what are you doing?"
Li Hao's voice remained unchanged as he said: "My son, please ask your mother not to act against the prince again, or to stop deliberately trying to help your son become the prince."
Concubine Wu Hui murmured: "Mao'er, did what happened today scare you? Don't worry, mother will not let you be frightened again."
But Li Hao shook his head persistently: "Mother, stop it. Don't do anything else. My son doesn't want to be the prince."
"What did you say?" Concubine Wu Hui stepped down from the bed, reached out and slapped Li Hao hard on the face. The stubborn child did not cover his face, and only stains of blood flowed from the corners of his lips.
Concubine Wu Hui suddenly felt her heart ached. She stepped forward to hold her son's face and said with tears in her eyes: "You silly boy, why don't you hide!"
Li Hao's expression was hard, and he did not flinch for a moment because of being slapped by his mother: "It is right for a son to be slapped by his mother. As long as my mother agrees, she will not do anything to suppress the prince and help me to ascend to the throne."
Concubine Wu Hui held her son's head, let him lean on her shoulders, and murmured: "Silly son, how did you know that once something starts, you can't go back."
"Why can't you look back? I will go to the prince and tell him that I will not compete for his position as prince, so that he can relax."
Concubine Wu Hui shook her head weakly and said: "Will he believe what you say? No, the prince has a gloomy and suspicious personality. If you go to him, it will only make him more afraid."
"My silly son, from the day my mother started to deal with the prince, there was no way back. The prince cannot be the prince forever. He will one day ascend the throne. After he becomes the emperor, everything my mother did to him will be forgotten.
Revenge will come on your head. So, Mao'er, stop trying to persuade me, this is the only thing my mother can do for you while she is alive."
"Mother!"
"Mao'er!"
The mother and son knelt down and hugged each other, crying bitterly and feeling extremely sad.
…
The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and every household begins to make mooncakes. On this day of Mid-Autumn, the curfew in Chang'an City is lifted, and Li Longji will hold a song, dance, and poetry meeting in the Qinzheng Building. The Hanlin officials who have been waiting for a year are already chanting for this day.
For a long time, I just waited to shine in front of the emperor.
Li Siye deliberately changed the time of guarding the East Palace with others so that he and his sister could have a reunion dinner on the night of the full moon.
Because he could vaguely feel that after this Mid-Autumn Festival, he should stay away from Chang'an and go to his long-held dream, the Four Towns of Anxi.
When the sky was dim, Li Siye, Gao Shi, and Meier had dinner early, and two old maids, Li Siye, also sent them home to reunite with their relatives.
Li Siye cleaned the yard, placed a table in the center of the yard, spread out straw mats and felts under the mulberry trees on the other side of the yard, placed fine wine, snacks and fruits, and waited for the guests to arrive.
Tian Zhen was the first to come. After entering the door, he smelled the smell of alcohol, so he rushed over and drank two glasses of wine. Zhang Xiaojing seemed to have had a drink at Wen Wuji's house, and he felt a little dizzy even when he walked.
The four of them sat around the banzuo table, each occupying a corner. Li Meier sat on the other side, making tea to entertain the guests.
What Li Siye means is that if you want to drink, you can drink, and if you want to drink tea, you can drink tea.
When four people drink, they need some entertainment activities to add interest. They are not like those large literati gatherings where there are guests at the banquet and beautiful women to accompany them.
There were three martial artists and one literati, so it was hard to tell what the atmosphere was like. Gao Shi proposed to compose a poem, Tian Zhen asked to play Shuanglu, which is tossing a sieve, but Zhang Xiaojing wanted to play pot tossing. Li Siye shook his head: "Why don't you go to such trouble?
Just play rock, paper, scissors."
The two warriors were confused, and Gao Shi was also confused: "What is rock, paper, scissors?"
This is the simplest game. Any concept that forms a triangular logical structure can form a game.
Li Siye gave a brief explanation to the three of them. Zhang Xiaojing and Tian Zhen clapped their hands and praised it. Gao Shi felt that this game was an insult to his IQ, but his opinion alone cannot be regarded as an opinion.
As a result, this person with a superior IQ always lost in such a simple game and drank a lot of wine.
At the end of the drink, Gao Shi had no choice but to ask to compose a poem instead of drinking.
He picked up the drink in the cup, closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, and then began to read to the sparse courtyard: "It's the Autumn Festival, and this day is even more sad. I am lonely and have nothing to do, and the wormwood is connected to the neighbors. Being behind closed doors makes my hair gray.
, looking back on youth. Time does not treat each other, and socializing follows everyone.
Where is the support from the clouds, who is the friend of the foolish and upright? We drink wine and talk to ourselves, and we can communicate with each other even though we are poor."
"Okay," Li Siye clapped his hands. He immediately took out the rice paper and spread it out on the case, asking Mr. Gao to write it. He would find a chance to frame it in the future. This is Gao Shi's poem. If he could wear it back,
He can also exchange a lot of money by doing this.
Li Siye has decided that he can't live in vain in the Tang Dynasty. He must at least collect all the calligraphy treasures of the four frontier poets, and also accumulate some poems and calligraphy treasures of Li Bai and Du Fu.