Chapter 2240 Birthday Banquet
As the most trusted eunuch around His Majesty Li Er, Wang De can be described as loyal and sincere.
Rejoicing with the joy of the king and worrying with the worries of the king, these are the emperor's retainers, not the "powerful eunuchs" who wield power in later generations. They work hard all their lives just to serve the king.
Once upon a time, all of your Majesty's princes were outstanding, and Wang De was as happy as your Majesty. However, as the princes grew older, the struggle for the throne became more and more prominent. The situation that was originally a brother-in-law relationship suddenly changed. The situation became tense.
The throne that dominates the world and the supreme power in the world can make father and son turn against each other, and brothers turn against each other...
The change of throne has always been accompanied by bloodshed. Back then, Your Majesty usurped the throne, killed his brother and brother, and forced his father to abdicate. Is it possible that the reincarnation of heaven will happen again among His Majesty's sons?
Seeing His Majesty worrying about this day after day, Wang De was also anxious.
Especially when His Majesty was moved by Yi Chu, Wang De became more and more anxious... The inheritance of the throne must abide by the rules. There is the "eldest son inheritance system". Those with insufficient talents and bad conduct will be easily deposed. If they follow the same example in the future, there will never be peace among the flesh and blood of the Heavenly Family!
However, he is just a domestic slave, and a domestic slave must have the self-consciousness of a domestic slave and must not speak in vain about the king's decision, let alone Zong Zuo's inheritance of such a major matter?
Fortunately, with the help of Fang Jun and others, the prince's position gradually stabilized. His Majesty also realized that Yi Chu could cause irreparable troubles, and gradually gave up on Yi Chu.
The King of Wei, who originally wanted to seize the throne quickly, had to bow his head and accept his fate.
Seeing the disaster caused by the fight for the reserve gradually disappear, Wang De was really happy for His Majesty.
Nowadays, the crown prince's position in the East Palace has become more and more stable, and no one can covet it anymore. His Highness the King of Wei is obsessed with poetry and teaching, and His Highness the King of Wu went to Silla to open up new territories. It is a pity that the King of Jin was deceived by treacherous ministers at a young age. , I had the desire to fight for the treasure, but ended up in a prison. I faced the high walls of the cold palace all day long, and I didn’t know how miserable and miserable I felt in my heart...
As he thought about it, Wang De burst into tears.
Li Taizheng got excited and talked freely about the grand ambition in his heart. He suddenly felt that it was a bit unsatisfactory to have no one to praise him. When he turned around, he saw Wang Dezheng following him, walking slowly without saying a word, and then walked away wiping tears from his eyes. ……
"Hey! You old slave, you are so angry that you shed tears because you can't see my king's good deeds and my king's great ambition being rewarded?"
Li Tai suddenly became furious.
Wang De hurriedly knelt down and defended: "How dare this old slave have such evil thoughts? To put it bluntly, this old slave also watched His Highnesses grow up. When he was serving Queen Wende, he looked at the innocence of Your Highnesses. Now that everyone is outstanding, I am naturally happy, but... just..."
Hearing what he said about his mother, Li Tai was suddenly moved. He sighed and pretended to be angry: "Hesitating, what is it?"
Wang De paused for a moment, then whispered: "It's just a pity, Your Highness, Prince Jin..."
Li Tai stood on the pebble-paved corridor of the river. The pines, cypresses and poplars on both sides were blown by the evening wind, making waves like the sound of waves. Looking up at the sky, the bright moon had already jumped onto the treetops without knowing when, and its light brilliance was quietly spreading. , the valley is quiet, lying on guard like a tiger.
After being in a daze for a while, Li Taicai breathed out gently, nodded slowly, and said: "You old slave is really thoughtful. I will turn around and beg my father. I am a young slave after all. This punishment is really a bit harsh..."
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At this point, stop talking.
The son did not say anything about his father's faults. Even if he felt that his father was making a fuss and punishing him unduly, he could not blame his father for his faults. He could only use the affection between father and son to beg his father to take back his life.
Wang De shed tears and said: "Your Highness is kind and virtuous!"
"You old bastard, you squeezed out a few drops of cat urine and tricked me into risking being scolded by my father. You are so treacherous!"
He stepped forward and gently kicked Wang De, shook his robe, turned around and walked towards the brightly lit main hall.
Behind him, Wang De wiped away his tears, grinned happily.
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In the main hall, the original simple and simple Taoist objects have been removed, leaving only a crane-shaped bronze incense burner in the corner. All kinds of luxurious furniture brought from the palace are filled with red candles, and a huge picture in the middle. On the round table, there are layers of various vegetarian wines, which is extremely rich.
Fang Jun and Wang Jingzhi walked into the hall side by side, talking and laughing, which surprised everyone who was already seated in the hall.
News of what happened in Huating Town reached Chang'an early in the morning, and the court was shaken. Naturally, everyone had already received the news. The cause of the incident was that the Wang family's children colluded with others to steal the Navy Sky Thunder and blew up the Huating Town Wharf. Warehouse, Huating Town is Fang Jun's fiefdom, and the Navy is under his control, so it is natural that he is to blame.
This is equivalent to digging a big hole and pushing Fang Jun down. With Fang Jun's temperament, how can he let it go?
Sure enough, before even waiting for Fang Jun's order, the navy had already acted brazenly and sealed up all the Taiyuan Wang family's properties in the south of the Yangtze River in one fell swoop. It's better not to interact with each other.
But looking at the happy and intimate appearance now, is there any suspicion at all?
Everyone knows that the two have reached some kind of agreement and made peace...
As the host, Princess Changle was still wearing a Taoist robe, elegant and refined. At this moment, Yingying stood up, her beautiful watery eyes glared at the two of them with anger and resentment, and pretended to be displeased: "We are waiting for you two to sit down, you two. How can I say that people are late? ”
Wang Jingzhi quickly apologized: "It's all the minor officials' fault. Your Highness, please calm down."
Fang Jun, however, calmly sat down next to Cheng Chuliang and said casually: "Your Highness is the host today. Naturally, whatever you say, the ministers will do. You have the final say in drinking and eating in the wind and fire!"
There is no big or small size on the wine table, so everyone can relax.
So, the atmosphere suddenly rose!
Princess Dongyang touched her palms and said with a sweet smile: "You said this yourself. If you have a sister, please punish him by drinking ten glasses of wine!"
The consort Gao Xingxing looked at his beloved wife with a smile and secretly gave her a thumbs up...
These two people have always been at odds with Fang Jun. How could they miss this opportunity to make Fang Jun sick?
Ten glasses of wine weighed five or six kilograms. Even if it was fruit wine, it would be unbearable. What’s more, the wine on the table for the men to drink was Fangfu’s fine wine made by Fang Jun himself, a real distilled wine...< br>
Princess Gao Yang was sitting next to Princess Chang Le. She raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and was about to have an attack. However, Princess Qing He next to her held her hand under the table, smiled and shook her head gently, and then said loudly: "There are many opportunities to drink." Yes, today is It's Sister Changle's birthday, so why should Fang Erlang compose a poem to celebrate Sister Changle's birthday? >
The Cheng brothers had always been on good terms with Fang Jun, and it was Fang Jun who personally invited Sun Simiao to diagnose her a few days ago. Princess Qinghe was grateful and naturally wanted to protect Fang Jun.
In her opinion, drinking ten glasses of wine would kill a person half to death, but for Fang Jun, is it a big deal to write poems and lyrics?
It’s not difficult at all!
Princess Jinyang, who was sitting on the other side of Princess Changle, suddenly became happy and shouted excitedly: "Brother-in-law, write a poem!"
Since the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the literary style has flourished, promoting the development of poetry culture. Whether in the court or among the people, everyone is very fond of poetry and flocks to it. Every time there is a gathering, everyone gathers together to spread paper and write to show off their elegance. Even if they are limited and cannot write any poems, they still have to appreciate one of everyone's works.
How to drink wine without poetry to accompany it?
Poetry, wine and romance have long been a common practice.
If you can compose a masterpiece during the banquet, everyone present will be honored. This is the most elegant thing.
Half of Fang Jun's current reputation is supported by countless classic poems. Princess Qinghe and Princess Jinyang suggested this, and everyone naturally became friends with each other. They all looked at Fang Jun, hoping that he would take it seriously. Create a masterpiece that will be sung for centuries and will never fade. Today’s birthday will become a legend for eternity...
"This..."
Fang Jun hadn't "composed poetry" for a long time and found it very boring.
When I first came to the Tang Dynasty, I felt very novel about everything and wanted to try everything. I plagiarized some classic poems and songs from history and played them out. There was no psychological pressure, but I had been doing this for a long time. , inevitably bored.
Even if I "compose" a song, after thinking about it, there is nothing suitable.
Very difficult...(End of chapter)