Li Tianmin’s words made everyone present feel embarrassed.
The atmosphere did not lighten up.
On the contrary, it became a bit more depressing.
Li Tianmin also knew what was going on.
He is the emperor of Tang Dynasty.
He is also the master of Chang'an.
If he wanted to know what happened in Chang'an City, nothing could be hidden from Li Tianmin.
Therefore, Li Tianmin knew everything about what happened in Zuixiang Tower.
Originally, Li Tianmin didn't want to get involved in this matter.
After all, this is only a matter for two junior members of the royal family, Li Yuanxiu and Li Changgong.
But unexpectedly, things developed beyond Li Tianmin's expectations.
And it seems to be a growing trend.
Li Tianmin planned to use this banquet to resolve the matter.
In Li Tianmin's view, Li Changgong was just a junior who didn't know how to be generous.
For his father's sake, he didn't want to embarrass him.
Li Tianmin looked left and right, seeing the dull atmosphere, he couldn't help but look at Ye Qingyun.
"Master, how about you ask the Master to compose a poem on such a festive occasion?"
When everyone heard this, they immediately joined in with him.
"Yes, the Imperial Master is very talented. Please ask the Imperial Master to compose a poem for this banquet."
"We all want to listen to the master's masterpieces."
"Please ask the Imperial Master to open our eyes to others."
Ye Qingyun could also see that Li Tianmin wanted to lighten the atmosphere at the banquet.
And it seems that he hopes to show his superiority and open up a wide range of things.
But this time, Ye Qingyun did not intend to let the matter be revealed just like that.
Because Ye Qingyun is leaving Chang'an.
Before leaving, Ye Qingyun planned to do more things for Li Yuanxiu.
Lest Li Yuanxiu encounter some unsolvable troubles after he leaves.
Of course, Li Yuanxiu still has the support of his father, Li Tianmin.
But sometimes Li Tianmin can't help himself.
But Ye Qingyun was different.
He has no scruples.
He can say and do things that others cannot say or do.
so.
Ye Qingyun will punish Prince Jingnan and his son severely this time.
This will prevent the father and son from causing trouble for Li Yuanxiu in the future.
Ye Qingyun immediately stood up and hugged everyone.
"Since you are so flattering, I will show my shame."
Everyone looked expectant.
After all, the poems written by Ye Qingyun are even inferior to those of poet saint Du Wei.
It is a rare opportunity to be lucky enough to see Ye Qingyun writing poetry.
Ye Qingyun calmed down and glanced at Li Changgong intentionally or unintentionally.
Li Changgong had a cold expression and sat there without any reaction, like a poisonous snake that chooses people to eat.
Always ready to pounce from the shadows and take a bite.
"Since today is the Flower Festival, I will use flowers as the theme."
Ye Qingyun smiled confidently.
"Wait until autumn comes, September 8th."
"After I bloom, hundreds of flowers will kill you."
"The incense array reaches the sky and penetrates Chang'an."
"The whole city is covered with golden armor!"
As soon as this poem came out, the entire banquet fell silent.
All that was left was the stunned expressions of everyone.
And Li Changgong's horrified gaze.
After Ye Qingyun finished reading this poem, he looked at everyone again.
"What do you think of my poem?"
No one dared to answer.
Because the meaning contained in this poem is simply obvious.
This is not poetry, this is metaphor.
It happens to be early autumn now, when the flowers are at their most colorful and about to wither.
But in early autumn, only one kind of flower can dominate.
That is chrysanthemum.
In the Tang Dynasty, chrysanthemums only grew more luxuriantly in the south.
In the land of Chang'an, chrysanthemums are quite rare, and they are considered a relatively rare flower species.
But every word of Ye Qingyun's poems is metaphorical.
Chrysanthemums are in the south, but the fragrance of chrysanthemums spreads throughout Chang'an.
They even have to wear golden armor all over the city!
What does it mean?
Doesn't this mean that King Jingnan in the south wants to lead troops to capture Chang'an and make Chang'an his King Jingnan's territory?
Ye Qingyun wrote such a poem at this time, which was almost obviously telling Li Tianmin and everyone else to beware of King Jingnan coming from the south.
Li Tianmin's face became a little gloomy.
His eyes fell directly on Li Changgong.
"Chang Gong."
Li Changgong quickly stood up.
"His Majesty!"
"What do you think of Guoshi's poem?"
Li Tianmin asked calmly.
Li Changgong's expression changed drastically.
"this"
"Huh? Don't you think this poem by the Imperial Master is bad?"
Li Changgong almost cried.
What should I say?
To be continued...