"I've met His Highness the Crown Prince!" Li Lizhi heard the maid report that Li Chengqian was coming and hurriedly came out to greet him.
Although she and Li Chengqian have a good relationship in private, the prince is the crown prince, and the etiquette required in formal occasions is indispensable.
Li Chengqian shook his head, gave him some support, and said helplessly: "I've told you so many times that you don't need to be polite."
"I know, Brother Huang." Li Lizhi smiled and said.
Li Chengqian knew that even though his sister said this, she would still salute when she should in the future.
Li Lizhi led Li Chengqian into the palace, and after ordering the maids to serve tea, she asked, "Brother, what's the matter with your visit this time?"
"It's nothing, I just heard a good poem recently and I'll show it to you!" Li Chengqian said with a smile.
Li Lizhi smiled sweetly and said: "To be praised by the emperor, the poem must not be simple. I can appreciate it."
As her name suggests, Li Lizhi is naturally beautiful, loves poetry and is especially good at painting.
Li Chengqian knew any good poems and would share them with his sister, so she didn't think much about them.
Li Chengqian took out the poem he had copied and handed it to Li Lizhi.
Li Lizhi took it and unfolded it to read.
The poem was not long. After reading it, Li Lizhi said nothing and carefully savored the charm of the poem.
"Brother Huang has extraordinary literary talent. This poem is so well written!" Li Lizhi couldn't help but praise.
She saw that the handwriting was Li Chengqian's and thought it was written by Li Chengqian.
Cough cough cough…
Li Chengqian just took a sip of tea and choked after listening to Li Lizhi's words.
"Brother Emperor, what's wrong with you?" Li Lizhi asked with concern.
Li Chengqian finally calmed down and said, "I didn't write this poem."
"If it wasn't written by the imperial brother, then who wrote it?" Li Lizhi asked curiously.
"Lin Xuan wrote this at Qingque's poetry meeting." Li Chengqian explained.
Lin Xuan?
Li Lizhi frowned and thought.
She had heard of all the famous talents in Chang'an, and those who could participate in the Li Tai Poetry Society should be relatively young, but why had he never heard of this person?
"You forgot, the person we met at Keyunlou last time was Lin Xuan." Li Chengqian reminded.
As soon as Li Chengqian said it, she remembered that although Lin Xuan introduced himself last time, she didn't pay attention at all, so she was very unfamiliar when she heard Lin Xuan's name.
"It turns out to be him. I didn't expect this person to be so talented." Li Lizhi sighed.
"Not only that, the calligraphy and the poem on it that my father recently received were also written by him." Li Chengqian said with a smile.
Li Lizhi said in surprise: "That calligraphy was actually written by him?"
She had also seen that calligraphy. She was very accomplished in calligraphy and it was a new font. She always thought it was written by some famous calligrapher.
Unexpectedly, it was written by Lin Xuan.
You must know that calligraphy is different from writing poetry. With literary skills and inspiration, it is not difficult to write a good poem.
But if you want to write well, you need to practice for many years.
She couldn't help but become curious about Lin Xuan, how he could develop such good calligraphy at such a young age.
Li Chengqian nodded and said: "He wrote a poem at the poetry meeting. When Qingque saw it and asked him, he admitted it on the spot."
"Since Qingque has seen it, it can't be false." Li Lizhi nodded.
Li Chengqian and Li Lizhi chatted for a while and then went back.
He did not tell Li Lizhi that her engagement was terminated because of Lin Xuan.
Some things are too much and too much to say. With Li Lizhi's ice-snow intelligence, she might be suspicious of something.
After Li Chengqian left, Li Lizhi sat alone, looking at the poems in a daze. No one knew what she was thinking.
…
When Lin Xuan woke up, it was already the morning of the next day.
His mind went blank, and it took him a while before he remembered what happened yesterday.
"No wonder later generations of entertainment places would have women accompanying them while drinking." Lin Xuan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
His usual self-control ability is pretty good, otherwise he wouldn't have endured it for so long without attacking Chunyue and Yuhe.
But on the occasion yesterday, and with Ah Luo urging me to drink one glass after another, I drank too much without realizing it.
After breakfast, Lin Xuan was still a little dizzy, so he lay down on the rocking chair and fell asleep.
"Sign in"
"Ding~, congratulations to the host for successfully signing in. You will be rewarded with a box of rolling papers."
Rolling paper?
Lin Xuan was stunned by the huge surprise.
After arriving in Datang, the thing he was most unaccustomed to was going to the toilet.
In this era, toilet chips are used to go to the toilet, which sounds very high-end.
In fact, they were polished bamboo slices. Although they were polished very smooth, the fragile chrysanthemums were rubbed with bamboo slices. Lin Xuan shuddered just thinking about it.
Fortunately, there was still paper in the Tang Dynasty. Although it was very expensive, it would not leave him without paper when he went to the toilet.
But even though there was paper, the paper was very brittle and he couldn't soften it even if he tried, so he had no choice but to make do with it.
Whoever uses it knows that feeling.
Unexpectedly, he was rewarded with a box of rolling papers for signing in today, which made Lin Xuan very happy.
Looking at the box full of rolling papers, Lin Xuan estimated that it would be enough for him to use for several months.
Lin Xuan suddenly felt dizzy, picked up a roll of paper and ran to the toilet.
More than ten minutes later, Lin Xuan returned to the room with a happy face.
Those who didn't know thought he was doing something in the toilet.
It was already snowing heavily outside, and Lin Xuan had no idea of going out. It was so comfortable to stay at home.
For three consecutive days, the snow basically never stopped, which reminded Lin Xuan of the proverb "Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest."
…
It is true that auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, but it is doubtful whether the people will be able to wait for next year's good harvest.
After several days of heavy snowfall, many people's houses were damaged.
Chang'an is okay, because it is the capital city, the houses are relatively sturdy, and the snow on the houses is cleared in time, so it is not a big deal.
But the villages around Chang'an were not so lucky. The auspicious snow in Lin Xuan's eyes turned into a snow disaster in their eyes.
A large number of houses were collapsed by snow, and people were displaced. Coupled with the cold weather, people lacked clothing to keep out the cold, as well as firewood and charcoal needed for heating. Many people were crushed to death and froze to death.
…
Tai Chi Palace
Going through the daily morning ritual.
It's just that the faces of Li Shimin and the ministers were particularly heavy today.
"Your Majesty, a large number of disaster victims have flooded into Chang'an City. The number has exceeded 50,000. According to the current trend, the number will only increase." Dai Zhou, Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, said with a heavy expression.
"Have you calculated the number of people who died?" Li Shimin asked with a gloomy face.
Since he came to the throne, he has been working hard and not daring to slack off.
However, God seemed to be punishing him, with locust plagues, droughts, floods, and snowstorms all the time.
Although disasters only occur in some places every year, in order to provide disaster relief these years, there is basically no surplus in the national treasury, and life is tight.
Now there is a snowstorm again, and it is still in the capital of the Tang Dynasty. If it is not handled well, it will lead to disaster.