Datang: Rebirth of Li Chengqian, the beginning of the treason interrogation

Chapter 15: The Encouraged Student Poetry Master
"Your Highness, maybe you don't know? Your Highness's poems have spread throughout Chang'an City, and have resonated with countless scholars. Your Highness now has a pivotal position in the literary world."

"However, now that these students have gathered outside Xuande Gate, it is obvious that someone is intentionally fanning the flames. Your Highness needs to be careful."

Gao Wenmin explained everything one by one, and he sensed a hint of conspiracy.

The poems written by Li Chengqian cannot be said to be very good, but they are important in terms of ambition and serving the country and the people.

"What does Wenmin think we should do?" Li Chengqian asked. To be honest, these literati ancestors all played dirty tricks, using soft knives to attack without shedding blood.

As a time traveler, he is no match for these ancestors when it comes to these conspiracies and tricks, and he has never developed any knowledge in this area since childhood.

"Many students come here because of your reputation. If the prince refuses them, it will definitely discourage students all over the world and damage your reputation. If you see it, you will be harassed by some people with ulterior motives."

Gao Wenmin's brows twitched slightly. This was an open conspiracy and he couldn't avoid it even though he knew it.

"It's difficult!" Li Chengqian held his forehead with his hand.

"Since Your Highness is famous for his poetry, I'm sure the other party will attack him for this."

Gao Wenmin had no good ideas either, and most of his poems were inspired by his feelings.

"If that's the case, then we have nothing to fear. Let's go meet the scholars of our Tang Dynasty."

Li Chengqian said confidently that he had been memorizing Tang poems in Chinese class since he was a child, and he had memorized at least 100 Tang poems, if not 300. He even memorized the chapter "The Road to Shu is Difficult, Harder to Memorize than Going to Heaven". He just memorized it.

Chinese teacher, thank you so much, even though I missed lunch a few times.

Li Chengqian muttered to himself.

After passing through the North Garden of the Eastern Palace, you will arrive at the Xuande Gate, which belongs to the Eastern Palace area. Only high-ranking officials of the court and guests of the crown prince are allowed to enter.

From a distance, one could hear the noise of people bustling about.

"Burp!" Then the heavy iron gate of Xuande Gate was pushed open by two rows of heavily armored soldiers. The scene suddenly became silent, and countless students looked over.

Li Chengqian limped over, and was extremely eye-catching. Many people here had never seen Li Chengqian, but they all recognized him at first sight. This was the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty.

Because everyone knew that Li Chengqian was a cripple, he was known as the Lame Prince.

"Meet His Highness the Crown Prince!"

All the students bowed and saluted. The prince came to meet them, which was a great honor for them. Otherwise, what else could they do? Most of them were just waiting for the price.

They all came to the prosperous city of Chang'an to show their talents. They did not expect to become guests of the Eastern Palace, but even becoming a retainer of a wealthy family in the city would be great.

It is already a favor to meet the prince once.

"There is no need for you to be polite, fellow students. We are of similar age, so it is fine for us to talk as peers."

Who doesn't know how to respect others? It's just a matter of being polite.

"Your Highness is indeed virtuous and approachable. No wonder he could write a quatrain that says, 'When in the imperial court, I worry about my ruler; when in the martial arts world, I worry about my country. Rumors have misled me. Today, I want to see your face and apologize. It is rumored that your Highness has a perverse personality, but that is not true."

There was a student standing in front, bowing and apologizing.

"Yes, His Royal Highness is a great scholar, and we are all students gathered here, so why don't we each compose a few poems, which will also be a good topic."

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is here, how can we respond? We, as students, can only listen to your teachings."

"Yes, Your Highness, please compose a few poems. We students are here because of your poetry. I hope Your Highness will help us."

"Your Highness, please use ink to paint our beautiful mountains and rivers!"

Various voices of praise and criticism arose, pushing Li Chengqian to the forefront.

Li Chengqian looked over and didn't know who had raised the question, but the voice kept coming.

"Everyone, since we are all students gathering here, we should all compose poems. I am just one student here today, so please don't be too reserved." Li Chengqian waved his hand, and the noise disappeared instantly. The bad guys were just a few, and most of the students were just instigated to come.

"Since Your Highness is so modest, it would be disrespectful for us students to refuse. Chang'an is now prosperous, and everyone has seen it. Why not give it the title "Chang'an"?"

"What a joke! Let's take Chang'an as the title."

With the manipulation of deliberate people, the subject matter is limited, making such creation even more difficult.

Countless students frowned and began to think secretly.

Needless to say, this is an opportunity for a leap forward. If they can gain the favor of the prince, they will be able to rise to prominence. After all, too many of their students cannot compete with their father. Their father is not a third-rank official in the court and cannot enter the East Palace.

"Your Highness, we are too kind to refuse your kindness. Let me offer some suggestions."

A student about the same age as Li Chengqian came out, with a handsome face and looking very high-spirited.

Who is this guy? He is so confident. Is he comparing himself to Wang Bo?

Li Chengqian took a closer look and thought to himself that he had already gone over the poems about Chang'an in his mind and wanted to take this opportunity to amaze this group of students, but he didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin would suddenly appear to steal the limelight.

"Wenmin, do you know this person?" Li Chengqian asked Gao Wenmin beside him in a low voice.

"I don't know if he could be one of the King of Wei's men."

Gao Wenmin shook his head, indicating that he did not know this person. He certainly did not know this bachelor who came out of a remote corner, after all, this was not his social circle.

"Why is the East Palace so noisy?"

At the Xuanwu Gate, Fang Xuanling got off the carriage and saw countless students gathered in front of Xuande's gate.

"Duke, I heard that the students came here because they admire the poetry of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

A general of the Yulin Army guarding in front of the Xuanwu Gate stepped forward and spoke respectfully.

"Admire your poetry?" Fang Xuanling's expression changed slightly, and he immediately sensed something different.

"Let's go and take a look!" Fang Xuanling turned and got on the carriage and headed towards Xuande Gate.

"A country with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and nine layers of city gates."

As the student read out this poem, an incomparable majestic aura surged, and many students present were stunned. This poem exploded like thunder, making countless people pale in comparison.

"Once this quatrain comes out, other students will probably find it hard to compete with it!"

Everyone was amazed.

"Who exactly is this student?"

In the corner, King Wei Li Tai widened his eyes and said in surprise that this person was not the one he found.

"I didn't know his identity, so I immediately sent someone to investigate. I didn't expect that there was such a master hidden among these students."

Fang Yiai was also very surprised.

"That's great. If Li Chengqian can't come up with a better poem, then his reputation will be ruined."

A smug smile appeared on the lips of Wei Wang Li Tai.

"If you have not seen the magnificence of the Imperial Palace, how can you know the dignity of the Emperor?"

The whole scene seemed to have become his own stage. Friends and foes alike, everyone was immersed in the charm of the poem and listened quietly to his recitation.

(End of this chapter)