In recent days, King Li Tai of Wei has been a little disappointed. The literary meeting originally planned to be held in King Wei's Chi has been cancelled due to heavy rain.

This was a good opportunity to show off one's favor, become famous, recruit talents, and seek revenge, but it was all ruined because of a heavy rain.

Even the Wei King Chi, whom he was proud of and the huge mansion, have now become a country of ponds and swamps, and favors are a bit like a joke.

What a bad luck!

Li Tai was inevitably a little depressed and wanted to find an opportunity to remedy it, but there was no suitable opportunity. After all, the autumn rain has been continuous and floods have become disasters. Everyone is busy with disaster relief. If you have any banquets, it is unreasonable. You will be impeached and criticized.

At Liu Xuan's suggestion, he wanted to ask for an order to go to disaster relief, such as condolences to the affected people, donating porridge and food, and asking about their well-being. This can be said to be sharing the worries of the king and father, and can also win the reputation of loving the people as much as their children among the people.

Unfortunately, before Li Tai spoke, Li Shimin gave an imperial edict to prepare for the literary meeting and invite all the imperial officials, children of aristocratic families, and talented scholars gathered in Mingde Palace to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It seems like a grand event, but Li Tai is not excited and even feels a little disappointed. What does the father and emperor personally preside over it have to do with him?

When the flood was raging, his father wanted to hold a literary meeting and invited scholars from the Central Plains and talents from Shandong. What he wanted was not impossible to guess. Thinking of the crops that Xie Yi was taking care of in the Imperial Garden, Li Tai had a bad premonition, and Xie Yi might not be able to make things difficult for the moment.

Li Tai sighed lightly, and he could not be disappointed. At this moment, the eunuch came to report: "Your Highness, the second son of the Prince of Hejian County, asked for a meeting."

"Li Chonghui? He is here in Luoyang?"

"Yes, I heard that he was escorting the princess to visit the Prince of Hejian."

Li Tai pondered for a moment and ordered: "Please!"

...

On a high hill outside Luoyang City, a thin middle-aged man looked at the turbulent Luoshui, listened to the narrative of someone behind him, and frowned.

"That's all the rumors?"

"Yes, the main rumor is the revenge of the Dragon King of Jinghe and the punishment of the Xuanwu Gate Incident..."

The tall and thin man's brown eyes turned slightly and he pondered: "Isn't there anything else?"

"Uh... what does the master want to hear?"

"What did Li Shimin do in Luoyang in the past? But it's only been more than ten years. Have you forgotten all the people in the world? Are you watching him show off his power and keep it indifferent?"

"The master means...but in this way, will it be detrimental to us to hide our tracks?"

The tall and thin man disagreed and said, "What are you afraid of? You are fishing for troubled waters, fake, real, real, fake, fake, the more muddy the water, the easier it is to hide your movements and succeed in the chaos."

"Yes, I'll do it now."

The tall and thin man sneered: "I heard that Li Shimin is going to have a big banquet for guests in the Mid-Autumn Festival. How can he be busy if he doesn't join in the fun? Haha!"

...

"It's getting more and more interesting, Jinghe Dragon King, Xuanwu Gate... Wang Shichong, Dou Jiande, former Sui Yue King Yang Tong, gods and ghosts, all appeared." The masked woman held a Du Ruo who was about to wither in her hand and smiled ghostly.

"Yes, people's words are awesome, but Luoyang is not busy now, and there are more and more statements." The sturdy middle-aged man said: "What Li Shimin was most worried about a few days ago was probably the re-introduction of the old story of Xuanwu Sect.

However, in the past two days, some people called it Wang Shichong, and Dou Jiande's unjust soul was defeated by Li Shimin, so they caused trouble. Some people claimed that outside the Luoyang Palace, they saw Yang Tong, the former King of Sui Yue, and were full of ghosts and monsters. "

"It's true that the Zhongyuan Festival has passed, and hundreds of ghosts are appearing." The masked woman joked and abused: "But the hundreds of ghosts go to Luoyang, I'm afraid Li Shimin will have a headache."

The middle-aged man said leisurely: "The fact seems to be not like this. There are not even a secret spy to investigate in the streets and alleys. Li Shimin seems to have no concern at all. What kind of literary meeting will be held on the Mid-Autumn Festival and the ministers will be feasted."

The masked woman said in doubt: "Yes, this matter is a bit strange. When the flood is in trouble, it is easy to be criticized. So... Li Shimin's move should not be as simple as a banquet for guests, but he doesn't know what he sells in the gourd?"

"It's better to be careful. Li Shimin dares to be so calm, he must be confident and everything is in control." The middle-aged man said leisurely: "However, since someone can't hold back, let them help explore the truth and reality."

"Yeah!" the masked woman said leisurely: "By the way, Li Xiaogong's wife and children are here in Luoyang."

"That playboy?"

The masked woman said in a distant voice: "Yes, I prepared a big gift for him in Chang'an, and it was about to deliver the goods. Unexpectedly, he ran to Luoyang."

"You don't want to...be a little bit shocking the snake because of such a small character, isn't it worth it?"

The masked woman suddenly pinched the defeated Du Ruo in the palm of her hand, frowned, and her beautiful eyes suddenly turned cold and she said hatefully: "Little character? How could the dignified Hejian Prince be a small character? But compared to Li Shimin, he is much worse. But don't forget, who is the initiator of you and I end up in today's situation?"

"After many years... you still can't let it go."

"Of course I can't let it go. Until now, I still remember the ugly face that deceived me..." Thinking of the past, the masked woman's eyes were red and she said angrily: "Don't you hate me? If it weren't for this, how could we come together with each other?"

The middle-aged man's heart trembled and he reached out to hold the masked woman's shoulders. He wanted to comfort her, but he was pushed away.

The masked woman raised her arm, exposed a piece of white wrist, held up the almost crushed Du Ruo, and asked leisurely: "Do you like her? Don't you care about her appearance, her past?"

"Don't care!" The middle-aged man's answer was firm.

"But I care... to take revenge. As long as that person dies, her heart will be alive. As long as you don't dislike me, I will marry you..." As he spoke, the masked woman's delicate body trembled slightly, and two lines of clear tears fell on her face...

...

Maybe the water vapor is insufficient, maybe the strong north wind is coming, and by the beginning of August, the heavy rain that lasted for more than 20 days finally stopped.

Seeing the long-lost sunshine, many people in Luoyang City cried with joy. However... the autumn grains were not harvested, and the houses were destroyed in the water, which made people cry without tears.

The Luozhou government carried out disaster relief in an orderly manner, distributed food and cloth, and helped the people rebuild their houses. In short, it was to try its best to appease the people's emotions and strive to avoid any new chaos.

This move actually makes sense. As long as the people are appeased, what can I do if there are many rumors?

But under such circumstances, a major event seemed very disharmonious - King Li Tai of Wei wanted to hold a large literary meeting in Mingde Palace, and Emperor Li Shimin took the opportunity to have a banquet for the ministers, talents from the Central Plains, and scholars from Shandong were also invited.

The flood in Dongdu just passed, and the people had no food and clothing yet, but the palace was full of banquets. Is it really good?

When a censor heard the news, he immediately wrote a letter to persuade the emperor to dissuade him from his extravagant actions.

But this time, Li Shimin, who was good at accepting advice, refused to listen. Even if the Yellow River in Shaanxi broke, and the Heyang tens of miles of land were all over the country, he was unmoved.

It was just an order to instruct the provincial and local governments to organize manpower to block the junction and rescue disasters with all their efforts. As for the banquet, it would be the same.

For a time, the emperor's statement of losing virtue became increasingly popular again, and the rumors in various previous versions became even more turbulent...

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PS: This chapter is very important to overdo. There are not many words, many holes are dug, and there are many details. You can guess.
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