The 48th Bookworm Lee Tae

  "What kind of poem is this?" Li Tai was taken aback and asked, "It's not well-structured, doesn't rhyme, and the long and short sentences are not even consistent. It's truly an insult to literature!"

  Look at this dead fat guy's big mouth, he actually scolded Ice Heart Granny for being uncivilized!

  But I like it, just like seeing this dead fat man with a look of illiteracy!

  Li Cheng took the tea from Su He and poured it into his mouth, spilling half a cup, which made Li Tai want to scold him for being rude again. Then he said: "I didn't say I'd write poetry, I just said let's chat casually, as long as mom likes it! Does mom like it? Look, she nodded. Does Xiaogu like it?"

  "I love it! Your Highness's words are refreshing and deep!" Su Hong said with a smile.

  Li Chengqian gave a provocative glance at Dead Fatty, "You see, even the great poet you idolize has acknowledged it, what more do you want to say?"

  Chubby turned into a zombie!

  "Yōu hé, bǎ zhè liǎng jù yě xiě xià lái!" huáng hòu fēn fù, xiǎo chén qí shí zài lǐ chéng qián niàn de shí hou jiù lù xiě xià lái le, zhè shí lián máng ná gěi huáng hòu.

  Translation:

  "Yōu hé, write these two sentences down too!" The empress ordered, Xiao Chen had actually written them down when Li Chengqian was reciting, and now hastily handed them over to the empress.

  The queen looked at him, a faint smile lingering on her face.

  That faint smile, Li Chengqian felt as if he had seen it somewhere before. Ah, yes! The Mona Lisa, the woman in Da Vinci's painting, but his mother was much more beautiful than her!

  My mother is naturally beautiful, her bright and oval-shaped face can instantly defeat those wooden-faced girls.

  The old mother was born into the aristocracy of Sui and Tang, and had been the empress for ten years. The temperament that had settled down from being a role model for the world was dignified yet approachable. The black-clad maidens couldn't compare to her.

  Mom's smile on her face at this time is only happiness, anyone can see that she is smiling, a very simple smile. Unlike that complicated woman, people in a good mood think she is smiling, and those in a bad mood think she looks sad. Smiling but not smiling, not smiling but like smiling, why make it so complicated?

  But Li Chengqian was puzzled: "Mom, your two sons are fighting in front of you, how can you still smile so happily?"

  Li Chengqian was not the empress after all, and no one knew what she was thinking. She certainly did not want to see her sons fight each other; during her previous conversation with Wang Shi, the eldest grandson's mother, she had already shown sadness over the two sons' struggle. However, seeing them run to her own face to fight, at first she was of course unhappy, but after Li Tai provoked him and Li Chengqian calmly praised him, he wanted to return the poem.

  The empress saw Li Chengqian at that moment, just like an adult facing a child's immature behavior, not even worth getting angry. The empress was puzzled, where did Li Chengqian get this sense of superiority? She didn't know, but she knew that her eldest son was really different from before, and he was letting his younger brother have it. This kind of fraternal affection is rare in the palace, and the empress was delighted at this moment.

  If it is said that Li Chengqian has a sense of superiority, the Empress thought of the two sentences that were transmitted to her ears and the early spring rain, she did not believe that they were written by Su Hong, so she understood Li Chengqian's sense of superiority. Perhaps the Empress was dissatisfied with Li Tai being too arrogant, or perhaps the Empress was tempted by Li Chengqian and wanted him to recite a poem to satisfy her own appetite, to listen to Li Chengqian's flattering poetry, so the Empress gave Li Chengqian a glance.

  Li Chengqian accepted this gaze, and also satisfied the queen's vanity. Li Chengqian's approach made the queen even more pleased. He didn't stand up strongly and throw out a poem to trample Li Tai to death, but instead used the name of the crown prince's consort. Of course, the queen did not know that Li Chengqian had been beaten by Kong Yingda, and decided to hang all future poems on Su Hui's head.

  The poem defeated Li Tai but did not hurt Li Tai. In the struggle between the two, there was no bloodshed or cold-bloodedness. Even if there was a bit of hatred, it came from Li Tai.

  The Queen is delighted!

  The imperial palace was a place full of struggle from the start, and the queen had personally experienced the Xuanwu Gate Incident, witnessing Li Shimin killing two of his own brothers. What kind of bloodshed, cold-bloodedness, and lack of familial affection is that!

  But extremes meet.

  It's precisely because she has experienced it herself that she can't help but think how heartbreaking it would be if her sons were to become like this too.

  So the queen would rather see her sons showing affection and warmth to each other, with the older brother yielding to the younger one and the younger one listening to the older one.

  Li Chengqian's performance made the empress extremely satisfied. The empress saw something she had been longing for and treasured very much in him!

  Li Chengqian didn't know the Empress's inner thoughts, but seeing the happy smile on her face was enough. Besides, he still had something to do. "Mom, just now Dr. Sun said he could help you recover your health, don't worry, I think Dr. Sun seems very capable..."

  "Big brother, just now I was asking you to compose a poem, but you..." Li Tai came back to his senses from his stunned state and interrupted Li Chengqian's words.

  Li Chengqian waved his hand and said, "Oh younger brother, I suddenly remembered that I saw a poem your sister-in-law casually threw away. Let me read it to you... First, Traveler's Lament: A mother's needlework is in the traveler's clothes. Before leaving, she sews secretly, fearing he will be late returning. Who says the grass has no feelings? It can repay the warmth of three springs. Second, Returning Home at Year's End: The loving son's heart is endless... Third, Missing Mother: Frost and snow, lotus flowers, tears wet my clothes... Fourth, Wind of Ji: The wind from the south blows on the thorny heart... Alright, you go to the side and think about it slowly!"

  Lee Tae is a zombie again!

  Every time Li Chengqian recites a poem, his fat body trembles. The Empress and Yang Fei gasp in surprise every time they hear one. Su He, that fool, claims the poems are hers, yet she's just as surprised as everyone else. Hmm, at least Little Chen is somewhat normal, scribbling down Li Chengqian's recited poems with a shaking hand.

  "Is... is this really done by the Empress Dowager?" Li Tai asked in shock.

  "Nonsense!"

  "But my imperial sister-in-law is a woman, how can she write poems about traveling sons? And as the daughter of a noble family, has she ever left her home? At the end of the year, she writes about white-haired old mothers, and her family being so poor they have to pawn clothes to buy rice... it doesn't seem like the Su family..." Li Tai pointed out the inconsistencies.

  Li Chengqian looked at him with disdain, "Do you know what imagination is? Your sister-in-law relied on her rich imagination to put herself in the shoes of a traveler, into the homes of the poor, and felt their emotions, and was able to write poetry! If you say this wasn't written by her, then find me someone who did. Have you ever seen such good anonymous poetry?"

  Li Taixin nodded in understanding, revealing a look of sudden realization. However, he still said: "Imperial brother, thank you for spreading the imperial sister's poem, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't have had the chance to hear such a beautiful poem. But 'Baifeng · Kaifeng' is a chapter from the Book of Songs, next time, imperial brother, please don't mix it with the imperial sister's poem."

  Li Chengqian suppressed the twitching on his face and said: "What does this have to do with me? Your sister-in-law likes to throw things around!"

  "Empress, this is not right. It doesn't matter if the Book of Songs is mixed up, but if good lines are lost..." Li Tai turned his head to say to Su He.

  "Alright, alright, go ahead and ponder over the poem!" Li Chengqian sent him off. He said to Xiao Chen, "Xiao Chen, give him the draft."

  "Oh!" Li Tai responded with a low voice and went to find Xiao Chen for the poem.

  At this time, Li Shimin's voice suddenly came from outside the bedroom: "What is going on so lively?"

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