Li Shi Min glanced at Li Hao and his expression changed slightly. However, he had to admit that Li Hao's words made sense.
"Forget it. When the time comes, I, Li Tang, don't even know where to go. I don't even know how many princes and princesses will survive.”
"Your Majesty, why do you say that?"
The ministers immediately knelt down and tried to comfort Li Shi Ming.
"Your Majesty, please relax. Even if I have to risk my life, I will ask the Patriarch to protect our Great Tang.”
"That's right. Our Great Tang has made great contributions to the Nine States in the past century, and we must be blessed by the heavens.”
"Although this subject's master is only a grandmaster, he has already told this subject that he will live and die with the Great Tang.”
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All kinds of words came out in an instant.
Li Shimin was relieved to see this, but he also understood that Li Tang's fate could not be entrusted to others. In the end, he could only depend on himself.
If those great grandmasters were willing to help, what would he have to pay?
When the Buddhist Sect attacked, they had to raise the Buddha.
When the Taoist Faction attacked, they had to worship the Dao.
When the Confucians made their move, they wanted to revive Confucianism.
There were also the great clans and the Hundred Schools of Philosophy, each with their own schemes.
If Li Shiming was willing, those martial grandmasters would have come to him long ago. Why would they contact his three unfilial sons in private?
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Li Shi Min waved his hand and looked at Li Hao,"I heard that this little brother wrote two good poems a few days ago. Have you all heard it?”
"Now that the news has spread throughout Chang 'an, how could we not know?”
"This old minister also heard that His Highness Prince Zhou also said that he wants to be the world's immortal poet, the world's master of poetry?”
"That's right, that's right. Prince Zhou's boldness of vision is something few people can match.”
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"I didn't expect all of you to hear about such a small matter.”
Li Hao smiled." I have nothing to do. I'm just playing around with those scholars."”
Li Shi Min shook his head and smiled, pointing at Li Hao and saying,"I'm just playing around. Hou Xibai of the Flowering Sect has already spread your words all over the world.”
"After that, many scholars came to Chang 'an to meet you, the Immortal Poet.”
This kind of thing was not a big deal.
In fact, as long as Emperor Li was still alive, nothing was a big deal.
Hearing Li Shi Min's words, Li Hao suddenly had a thought.
He had a mission to complete, so he naturally hoped that the scholars in the world would be dissatisfied with him and then suppress them.
However, it would be too troublesome for them to come over one by one.
He might as well set up a platform in Chang 'an and let them come all at once.
"Royal brother, how about this little brother ask you for a favor?”
"Imperial brother, please speak."
"Imperial Brother, please summon the world. Anyone who is good at poetry can come to the Great Ming Palace to discuss poetry with me.
If someone can defeat me, I will admit defeat and even kowtow to the Temple of Confucius to beg for forgiveness.
If no one can beat me, then I really have to take the position of the Master of Poetry.”
Hiss!
Hearing Li Hao's words, the officials were all shocked.
Even the three princes were looking at Li Hao with their mouths agape.
This guy was really too arrogant. He had only composed two good poems, but he actually wanted to be the master of poetry.
One had to know that the path of poetry was not like martial arts. Once one's realm reached, one could naturally suppress the world.
However, in the path of poetry, it could be said that good or bad was determined by the heart. From ancient times until now, there had never been a poet who was publicly acknowledged as the number one in the world.
Li Shi Min was also stunned, but he thought about it again. If his younger brother could get famous, he might have a chance of survival.
Putting everything else aside, if he truly was good at poetry, there would definitely be a martial grandmaster in the Confucian Sect willing to protect him.
Using a literary name to get a way out sounded much better than relying on his wives to get a way out.
As long as Li Hao could survive and become a martial grandmaster in the future, Li Tang would naturally have a chance to rise again.
However, there was a prerequisite for this. Li Hao's poems could truly amaze the world.
"I've seen your lyrics. They are indeed the best in the world. However, you still have to show me and the other lords your poetic talent. Otherwise, if you can't write a good poem when the imperial edict is issued to the four directions, wouldn't you become a laughing stock?”
When Li Hao heard this, he casually said,"What kind of poem do you want me to write, Imperial Brother? Just name a topic."”
"Ha, you really are a brat. I don't know what to say.”
Li Shi Min was instantly amused. It was unknown whether he was confident or arrogant.
"That's good. Since you're well-liked by the old ancestor, you can write a poem for him.”
The officials present, such as Zhangsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, Wei Zheng, Cen Wenwen, and the others, were all disciples of Confucianism and knew how to write poetry.
When they heard this name, they immediately frowned.
Using a person as the subject was the hardest kind of poem to write.
There were countless poems in the world, but there were very few such poems. This was because people were more difficult to describe than scenery, let alone write a poem.
"Composing a poem for the ancestor, no problem.”
Li Hao pondered for a moment, thinking about which poem to copy.
In just a few breaths, he smiled and made his decision.
"The Tang Emperor swept across the world, how majestic is he! He waved his sword to cut off the floating clouds, and all the vassals came to the west.
Bright judgment comes from the sky, and the general idea can surpass all kinds of talents. Gather troops to form articles, and open the valley to the east.”
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"Good poem!"
"Wonderful!"
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After hearing Li Hao's recitation, the hall was filled with endless praises.
From beginning to end, the poem depicted the great spirit of Emperor Li, the ancestor of the Tang Empire, who had swept across the world, pacified the world, and then initiated the great rule of literature.
After hearing this, everyone still had a kind of unsatisfied daydream.
"Good poem. Since you have such a poem, I will fulfill your request and let you test out the great poets of the world in the Great Ming Palace.”
"Men, pass down the order to the world. In a month, in the Great Ming Palace, Zhou Wanghao will compete with the people of the world for the position of the Immortal Poet. If the king of Zhou could not win, he would go to the temple of Confucius and fast for three months to plead guilty.”
"All scholars in the world can come and test Zhou Wang's poems.”
"Please attach the two words and one poem written by the King of Zhou to the imperial edict and invite everyone in the world to read it.”
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"Alright, dear ministers, you may leave.”
Li Shi Min waved his hand to dismiss the ministers, then turned to his three sons.
Finally, he sighed softly."Forget it, you guys take care of yourselves. You can cooperate with others, but don't sell everything.”
"There are some things that our Li Tang can't give in to even if we die.”
Crown Prince Li Chengqian, King of Wei Li Tai, and King of Shu Li Ke hurriedly kowtowed.""Your son does not dare."
Li Shi Min smiled coldly." Don't talk about whether you dare or not. You guys are very bold. I'm also waiting for that day to come."”
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