"The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick."

Ignoring the astonished eyes of everyone in the courtyard, Yang Mo slowly stood up and looked at Li Xiuning, who was pale.

Even if this poem is placed on Li Xiuning, it is not an exaggeration:

"If it weren't for the presence of the group of jade hills, I would have met under the moon on the Yao platform."

Seeing Yang Mo finish reading affectionately, Li Xiuning was a little dazed and a little lost.

Can you copy one for your teacher Yunrong, but can't you copy one for me?

Yang Mo naturally couldn't know what his daughter was thinking. He looked at Song Zhiwen: "I copied this poem correctly, but it was not copied by you Song Zhiwen."

He looked at Li Bai: "It was Li Bai who wrote this poem."

"The poem is famous for Qingping Dictation, which was written by Li Bai when he was drunk and fell into a dream. He was invited by the king in his dream and written by his concubine."

Yang Mo looked at Song Zhiwen and sneered: "Did you have been invited to that drunken scene?"

"Nothing nonsense, I'm drunk and drunk, how can I write poetry?"

When Song Zhiwen heard what he wrote in his dream, he was a little stunned. Chai Shao next to him did not have as much thought as a literati. He just regarded it as a quibbling statement by Yang Mo and directly refuted it.

"How do you write poems when you are drunk?"

Yang Mo suddenly laughed, laughing as if he was leaning forward and backward, as if he had heard the funnyest joke in the world.

Everyone else thought that he was exposed and plagiarized, and he became anxious and became hysterical, and his words and deeds had begun to become crazy.

Li Xiuning was also very worried. Just as she wanted to get up, she was pressed down by the old lady Wang beside her.

"Old lady..."

Looking at Li Xiuning's anxious face, Mrs. Wang gently patted her hand, and said softly with kind eyebrows: "Girl, don't blink."

"Li Bai's poems on wine and slept in a restaurant in Chang'an. The emperor called him not to board the boat, and claimed that he was a fairy in the wine!"

Crazy, Yang Mo is really crazy.

He actually dared to write such a poem.

The emperor called him not to board the boat? Which emperor? Could it be you Yang Mo?

Although you once had the opportunity to be the crown prince, but now you are gone, but you still have a desire for the throne?

But more people scoff at the first sentence of this poem.

Li Bai’s Hundred Poems on Wine?

One bucket of alcohol can write a hundred poems, which is really nonsense!

Where is such a person in the world?

Seeing the people around him showing disdain and disbelief, Yang Mo murmured softly: "Yes, my brother Li Bai, aren't drunk yet!"

"Taibai, can you drink alcohol?"

Li Bai had been waiting for Yang Mo to fight back, and when he heard this, he laughed: "I'm afraid there is no good wine in the mansion!"

Sitting in the meal, Li Bai had already drunk two pots of stuffy wine alone, his face flushed, and when he stood up, he seemed to fall to the ground at any time after drinking too much.

Only Yang Mo knew that Li Bai, who drank a pot of wine, and Li Bai, who drank a hundred pots, looked like this.

It always makes people think that he will fall down after another cup, but no matter ten or a hundred cups, he is still the case.

Seeing Li Bai's appearance, Wang Kai saw that he had a sword on his waist again. He remembered the rumors in Taiyuan City that Li Bai likes to play with swords when he was drunk, and his face was gloomy: "He can't drink anymore..."

The servant who was just about to go to move wine quickly lowered his head and stood up.

"Let him drink!"

When Mrs. Wang heard that Li Bai was about to drink, she was very happy. The poet's drinking was a famous scene, so how could she miss it?

When he heard that his son wouldn't let him drink, he was immediately angry.

"Wang Kai, go to Laosen's wine cellar and bring the best wine up!"

What a guy, Mrs. Wang's tone has never been so excited, which scared everyone.

Wang Kai was also stunned, but he had never disobeyed his mother's orders, so he quickly ordered his servants to go and drink.

Mrs. Wang was very displeased: "You go and move in person."

"Son, go?" Wang Kai widened his eyes. My decent head of the Wang family in Taiyuan personally brought him a young boy to drink?

If this spreads...

But under the old lady's gaze, Wang Kai still went there with a drink honestly.

Three jars of good wine were raised, and Li Bai's eyes lit up. He took it and slapped the mud directly on the broken wine jar. He smelled it deeply and exclaimed loudly: "Good wine! Good wine!"

Then he bowed to Mrs. Wang: "Thank you, Mrs. for the wine!"

After saying that, he grabbed the wine jar and fell down with his backhand, like a long whale sucking a river. The crystal clear wine entered his stomach and gulped, and he drank a jar of two pounds of fine wine.

"Good wine! Good wine!"

Li Bai's drunken eyes were blurred, and his body was still swaying like before.

"Taibai! If one day I go to Chang'an to become the emperor and set up a banquet, and ask you to write the title of "Qingping" for Lady Li and the first sentence of "Famous flowers that sway the country to celebrate each other, how should you write it?"

Yang Mo picked up the wine glass and drank it all, not caring about the scared faces of the people beside him.

The emperor's position should have been my own. King Qing, a man who was demoted to a civilian and deleted his royal family, could he dare to rob the throne?

Since the past few days, Yang Mo has been ready to accumulate his own power.

Today, hearing Mrs. Wang’s encouragement became stronger and stronger in his determination.

What Mrs. Wang gave him was not just encouragement, but also support from the Wang family!

Others don’t understand, and even the head of the Wang family, Wang Kai, did not realize it.

But Yang Mo knew very well that Mrs. Wang, like herself, was a time traveler and also from the same era.

The words she said, the poem she wrote, and the examples of Emperor Gaozu Wu all sent a signal to herself: I will support you and use the wealth of the Wang family!

If Yang Mo was still timid, wouldn’t this old lady be underestimated?

Furthermore, the Li family had already prepared for rebellion.

I’m afraid the Wang family is one of the supporters, and even if the people present did not participate, they knew it in their hearts.

Why be more reserved in this situation?

Li Xiuning looked shocked. She never expected that Yang Mo would say such words.

"Shimin is right, he, he has such ambition!"

Looking at the energetic Yang Mo, Li Xiuning's heart was very confused. She was not only happy that Yang Mo became closer and closer to the image of her husband he had imagined in her heart, but also worried that she would be unable to make a choice in the future.

Worry and joy mixed together made her not what to do for a moment.

Li Bai and Yang Mo did not take the shock, shock, fear and even surprise to the people in the courtyard at all.

After asking here, there was no pause at all. Li Bai looked at Li Xiuning, and for the first time there was no fear.

Compared with the complicated moods of others, Li Bai yearned for it and looked at Yang Mo drunk, as if he had seen him ascend to the throne as emperor, as if he was the prime minister, and assisted his brother in governing the world.

During the state affairs, Yang Mo asked him to drink with the imperial garden, while Li Xiuning took off his arms and changed into red makeup, and stepped into the party with singing and dancing.

"The famous flowers are so beautiful that the country is happy, and the king looks with a smile. Explain the endless hatred of the spring breeze, and lean against the railings in the north of the agarwood pavilion!"

Li Bai slowly read it out, and Mrs. Wang excitedly held Li Xiuning's hand and murmured softly: "Famous scene, famous scene..."
Chapter completed!