When Li Yuan saw Li Chengqian, he was instantly furious. He had been tormented by Li Chengqian until he lost half his life and almost killed his way into the gates of hell. He pointed at Li Chengqian and said in a bad mood,
"You little bastard, you almost killed me!”
"Imperial Grandfather, you can't slander me. You have to touch your own conscience when you speak. I didn't let you take so much medicine. You overestimated yourself and ate half a bottle in one go, which is why you ended up like this. If I hadn't saved you, you would have had to amputate!”
Li Chengqian rolled his eyes and said a lot in a bad mood.
When he heard the last word " amputation ", Li Yuan was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.
"Forget it, forget it!"
Li Yuan suddenly seemed to have changed into a different person. His emotions had undergone a 360-degree change, and he became like a loving old man.
"Imperial Grandfather, what the hell are you doing? Your expression makes me feel that it's very fake. You'd better return to your old appearance!”
Li Chengqian's words were too direct, making him so angry that he spat out blood.
However, Li Yuan had a calm expression. Not only was he not angry, but he became even more loving. He looked at Li Chengqian with eyes full of admiration and gratification. He slowly said to Li Chengqian,
"Chengqian, you're simply too outstanding. From ancient times until now, there have been few who can compare to you. In the future, when the throne is passed to you, the Great Tang will definitely be safe for eternity, but…"
At this point, Li Yuan's expression became worried.
This expression of his made Li Chengqian rather unhappy. The words he said in the beginning were quite pleasant to hear and made people feel very comfortable. But in the end, what did he mean? Was he praising himself or belittling himself?
"But what?"
Li Chengqian frowned and asked.
"Chengqian, although you are very outstanding and are a god who has descended to the mortal world, your martial arts are extraordinary and your skills are ingenious, but although martial arts can expand territory and skills can gain popularity, only literature can govern the country. When the world is peaceful, if you want to be a good emperor, just martial arts and skills are not enough. You also need to have sufficient literary cultivation!”
Li Yuan first praised Li Chengqian for a long time before voicing his worries.
"Imperial Grandfather, you said so much because you think I'm uncultured. Is that what you mean?”
Li Chengqian directly summarized the meaning of Li Yuan's words.
Li Yuan felt a little embarrassed, but he still nodded and said,"Yes, that's right. Although your martial arts are extraordinary and your skills are ingenious, you have no culture. It will be very difficult for you to govern the country after you become the emperor in the future!”
After Li Yuan was forced to abdicate, although he had given up on himself, he was still very concerned about the future of the Great Tang.
Li Yuan was the founding Emperor, after all. He hoped that the Great Tang he had founded would prosper and pass down for ten thousand years, unlike the dynasties of the past two hundred years, which were destroyed in a dozen or so years and could not even cross the threshold of a hundred years.
"Imperial Grandfather, how do you know that I'm uncultured?”
Li Chengqian was very puzzled and speechless about this. Could it be that in the eyes of others, he was just a simple-minded, brawny old man?
Besides, he was only strong, but his limbs were not developed.
"Do you have any culture?"
Li Yuan was very curious about this.
"Of course, you can test me if you don't believe me!”
"Then recite a poem!"
In this era, Tang poetry had just become popular. The easiest way to test whether a scholar was cultured or not was to ask the other party to write a poem.
"Let alone reciting a poem, even composing a poem for you is not a problem!”
Li Chengqian said confidently.
He was a middle school student who had transmigrated from the 21st world. He had memorized countless ancient poems. Any poem he could recite could shake this era.
Li Chengqian thought about it carefully and suddenly thought of a Song poem that was very suitable for Li Yuan.
Li Yuan stared fixedly at Li Chengqian, his eyes filled with doubt. It was hard to believe that his mischievous grandson was actually cultured.
One had to know that Li Chengqian was only eight years old now. Li Yuan originally planned to persuade Li Chengqian to calm down and study hard.
After all, Li Chengqian was still young. If he studied hard for ten years, he would definitely become a good emperor in the future.
Li Yuan did not expect Li Chengqian to have any literary talent at this moment. After all, Li Chengqian's age was still too young. He had not studied for a few years, so what literary talent could he have?
Even if he was a god who had descended to the mortal world, he was at most a god of war, not a literary star. He should not have any literary talent.
Looking at Li Yuan's suspicious gaze, Li Chengqian felt very speechless. Then, he blurted out and recited a song poem,
"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? The east wind blew again last night. I can't bear to look back on my old country in the moonlight. The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the red face has changed. Ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a spring river flowing eastward!”
This poem was written by Li Yu, the Latter Ruler of the Southern Tang Dynasty.
The entire poem was beautiful and the mood was bleak. It vividly reflected the sadness and helplessness of a fallen monarch, which was very appropriate for Li Yuan's current situation.
After Li Yuan heard this poem, he couldn't help but cry. He felt as if he was in the middle of this poem. What a good poem," How much sorrow can I have when I ask you, just like a river flowing eastward in spring."
Although the surrounding concubines and palace maids could not understand the true artistic conception of this poem, when they heard such a beautiful sentence, everyone felt as if they had drunk a jar of fine wine. They were intoxicated and dream-like.
Seeing that Li Yuan did not respond for a long time, Li Chengqian stretched out his small hand and waved it in front of Li Yuan's eyes. He asked,
"Imperial Grandfather, what do you think of the poem I wrote?”
Li Yuan came back to his senses and could not help but wipe the tears on his face. He praised,
"Good poem, good poem. This poem will definitely be remembered for thousands of years!”
Although the world always talked about Tang poetry and Song poetry, there were already poems in the Tang Dynasty. It was just that Tang poetry was not very popular and was not as dazzling as Song poetry. However, there were also classic works in the Tang Dynasty, such as the "Humble Room Inscription."
"Imperial Grandfather, do you still think I'm uncultured?”
Li Chengqian looked at Li Yuan with a smug expression.
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