Time Travel: I am the idle king Li Shen and Li Shimin in the Tang Dynasty

In Liangyi Hall, Li Chengqian was reviewing memorials.

As the New Year approaches, the court affairs become quite busy.

He has now taken over all government affairs, only military affairs are not in his hands.

Li Chengqian was not in a hurry either. He always remembered what Li Shen had told him: just do your own thing well and everything else is just clouds.

Now he is no different from the emperor, and more importantly, he feels that he still has many shortcomings.

Sometimes he felt very fortunate. If he had waited until his father passed away before taking over the court, it was hard to imagine how difficult it would have been for him.

Now that His Majesty is still alive, he can feel that it is very exhausting to fight in the court, and many things he wants to do are difficult to implement.

If the interests of the group are involved, everyone will immediately come out to oppose it.

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince, the Minister of the Secretariat, Ma Zhou, is outside the palace asking for an audience."

An eunuch came in from outside the door to report.

"Xuan."

Li Chengqian put down the memorial in his hand, stood up and relaxed his body.

"I see His Highness the Crown Prince."

After Ma Zhou entered the hall, he bowed deeply.

"Mr. Ma, please excuse me. Is there something important that you are here for?"

None of the three ministers spoke about memorials today, so Ma Zhou must have come for something important.

"Your Highness, I am here to present a memorial to the emperor."

As he said this, he took out the memorial from Prince Ji's mansion and presented it with both hands. Wang Zhong went down, took the memorial and handed it to Li Chengqian.

"Your Highness, this is a letter of thanks sent by Prince Ji's Mansion. It was written by Prince Ji himself and he said it would be presented to His Majesty."

Ma Zhou continued, in his opinion, it was just an ordinary poem, and King Ji said that he presented it to His Majesty just to please His Majesty.

King Ji has always been highly praised in literature, and several of his poems have been sung in the literary world over the years.

It has also been included in some poetry collections.

"Oh? A letter of thanks written by Prince Ji himself?"

When Li Chengqian heard that the letter of thanks was written by Li Shen himself, he immediately became curious.

His younger brother has never written a thank-you letter.

All along, if there is anything to be reported, it will be sent directly to him or to His Majesty.

As for the memorial...his younger brother never wrote one. They were all written by the chief secretary of Prince Ji's mansion.

Li Chengqian was also willing to do so, as few people could understand his younger brother's cursive calligraphy.

Every time he had to guess, and I heard that sometimes even Li Shen himself didn’t recognize what he wrote.

Li Chengqian frowned when he opened the letter of thanks. It was indeed written by Prince Ji himself. The handwriting was illegible and some large and some small.

There are only dozens of characters in total, and no pair of characters are the same size.

And he wrote in cursive.

To be honest, even if I wrote it with my feet, it would be ten times better than this.

"Your Highness, from what I have seen, it seems that what His Highness Prince Ji wrote is a poem called "Golden Threaded Clothes."

Seeing Li Chengqian frowning, Ma Zhou guessed the reason, because he himself frowned several times when he first saw it.

Li Chengqian put the petition on the desk and took out another piece of paper.

After carefully identifying it for a long time, I wrote down the first sentence: I advise you not to cherish your golden clothes.

Then he continued to identify it, and it took him a quarter of an hour to copy down the entire poem.

"Good poem, my tenth brother is indeed talented."

Holding the copied poem, Li Chengqian couldn't help but praise it.

"I think so too. This poem is quite meaningful and tells us not to waste our time and to cherish our good years.

It also means to achieve success in time, and not to regret it later.

This is very consistent with the King Ji's behavior, enjoying life while it lasts."

Ma Zhou also echoed it, he also admired the poem.

"What Ma Gong said is very true. This poem shows my tenth brother's cynical attitude towards life and his pursuit of happiness while he can."

Li Chengqian also agreed with this explanation.

"It's just that the word "Prince Ji"..."

Ma Zhou shook his head. It was a pity that he could have become a great scholar in the literary world, but he wrote such ugly handwriting.

Does he want to say that King Ji wrote it with his feet?

"Hahahaha, Mr. Ma, you don't know that my tenth brother has been writing like this since he was a child. He even boasts that his calligraphy is in the cursive style and he has established his own style.

However, there is one advantage of his handwriting: you can tell at a glance whether it is handwritten by someone else, and so far no one has been able to imitate it.

Because if you ask him to write the same word twice, both times he writes it is different and there is no trace to be found. "

Seeing Ma Zhou shaking his head, Li Chengqian couldn't help but burst into laughter.

It was the first time that Ma Zhou saw Li Shen's calligraphy, so he didn't understand it.

Not many people can see Li Shen's handwriting, because Li Shen said that his calligraphy is very precious and valuable and cannot be shown to others easily.

Ma Zhou looked at the prince, who was in high spirits and laughing happily, and thought to himself, it seems that Prince Ji will still be favored in the next dynasty.

The prince didn't care at all about this obvious attempt to please His Majesty, and instead continued to praise and tease.

In the next few decades, the Ji Wang Mansion will continue to be prosperous.

"Your Highness, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave. I still have a lot of official business to attend to when I return."

Ma Zhou bowed and was allowed to leave.

Li Chengqian picked up the petition written by Li Shen, with the crooked handwriting on it, and smiled with the corners of his mouth raised.

After thinking for a while, he stood up and walked out. After taking a few steps, he came back, picked up the paper he had copied, and walked out again.

"Go to the Manna Palace."

"promise."

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Li Shimin was playing with a group of concubines in the back garden. It felt really good. Doing some work after playing and playing after working are two different things.

Watching a group of concubines playing musical instruments, singing and dancing, Li Shimin drank wine and enjoyed the show, feeling very happy.

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is requesting an audience in Ganlu Palace."

An eunuch came to report.

"Prince? Did you say what's the matter?"

Li Shimin was having a great time here and didn't want to leave. If it wasn't important business, he let Li Chengqian handle it.

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince didn't say anything, but judging by his expression, it's not a big deal."

The eunuch returned home.

"Erlang, Gao Ming must have something to ask for an audience, why don't you go and take a look."

Empress Changsun beside him spoke.

"Wang De, go and call the prince here."

Li Shimin felt helpless.

"To the Imperial Garden?"

When Wang De came to Ganlu Palace and told Li Chengqian to go to the Imperial Garden, Li Chengqian was a little hesitant.

In order to avoid suspicion, he went directly to Ganlu Palace to report.

You can't just go to the harem casually. There are many rules and if you are not careful you will get into trouble.

At present, except for Prince Ji Li Shen who frequently enters the harem, none of their legitimate sons can enter the harem without an imperial edict.

Otherwise, why would Li Tai and Li Zhi be jealous of Li Shen and say that he was a fool?

"General Manager Wang, this... is against the rules. I don't have any major business. It's just that my tenth brother has submitted a letter of thanks and requested that it be reported to His Majesty.

I am here to deliver this, or why don’t you, Mr. Wang, just deliver the memorial to His Majesty, and I won’t go, right?”

Li Chengqian took out the petition and handed it to Wang De. When he heard that his father was playing with a group of stepmothers in the Imperial Garden, he could not go there anymore.