xymnovel Chapter 102 Li 2's Artistic Illness Returns
Chapter 102 Li 2's Artistic Illness Returns
Chapter 102 Li Er's Artistic Illness (Please continue reading!!!)
"Dancing with my shadow, how unlike the mortal world!"
Li Lizhi stopped after reciting the first part of the poem.
The hall was deathly silent.
Only Little Sizi was still muttering quietly that he wanted more than seven, trying to pry open the bottom of the food box.
A long time passed.
Li Shimin slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and leaned heavily back in his chair.
He stared at the gilded food box, his expression incredibly complex.
"Is that how he pronounced it?"
Li Shimin's voice was somewhat hoarse.
"Yes."
Li Lizhi nodded, "I heard it with my own ears. At that time, he was looking at the moon, and his expression was very lonely, as if he was about to be blown away by the wind at any moment."
Li Shimin's heart clenched suddenly.
It went with the wind.
It's because he's homesick!
It turned out to be the case.
Li Shimin gave a wry smile and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
I have always wanted to use official positions and money to win him over, to make him serve the Tang Dynasty, and even to bind him to the Shangshi Bureau, this cage.
But what do these things mean to a celestial being?
They're afraid of the celestial palaces and mansions, they find them too desolate up there, so they come down to the mortal world to join in the fun and find some excitement.
If I push him too hard, he'll feel uncomfortable in this world.
"Riding the wind back—"
Li Shimin muttered to himself, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.
No.
We can't let him leave!
Such a talented person, even if he were just allowed to cook a meal in the woodshed, would be a blessing for the Tang Dynasty.
If I push him too far and he just packs his bags and leaves, where am I supposed to find such a good cook? Where am I supposed to find such a good remedy for the illness? Where am I supposed to find such a protective charm for the prince?
"Father?"
Seeing Li Shimin's ever-changing expression, Li Lizhi asked with some concern, "Are you alright?"
"fine."
Li Shimin waved his hand, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart.
"Since this is meant to be chilled, let's call it—Guanghan Cake."
Li Shimin bestowed a name upon this mooncake, his tone carrying a profound meaning only he understood: "Since he cannot bear the cold, let's make the world a little warmer."
He looked at Wang Dequan and gave the order in a deep voice.
"Reveal my imperial edict."
"From now on, the Imperial Kitchen shall not disturb Su Mu at will. Whatever ingredients or utensils he desires, he shall be provided with them without questioning the reasons or obstructing him."
"besides."
Li Shimin paused, his gaze sweeping over the plate of hard, dry flatbread.
"For this year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, remove these stone cakes. Let the Imperial Kitchen go to Su Mu's place—no, let the Imperial Kitchen figure out on its own—to make something softer, in the style of this Guanghan cake."
"I don't want him to think that the imperial cuisine of the Tang Dynasty isn't even worthy of being fed to the dogs in the sky."
Although Wang Dequan was completely confused, he could hear the solemnity in His Majesty's tone, so he quickly knelt down to accept the decree.
Li Lizhi stood aside, looking at her father's apprehensive expression. Although the weight in her heart had been lifted, new doubts arose.
Did Father Emperor understand, or... was he overthinking it?
Su Mu's expression at that time clearly showed that he wanted to slack off and didn't want to do any work.
"Ah!"
Little Sizi finally managed to scrape a small crumb from the bottom of the box, put it in her mouth, and slurped it up. "Can Pot Pot still make pancakes for Xizi in the future?"
Li Shimin looked at his daughter's innocent face, reached out and hugged her tightly.
"able."
"As long as there are people he cares about in this world, and as long as there is the warmth and life he cherishes, he will not be able to leave."
Li Shimin gazed at the bright moon outside the window, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
I cannot eat food prepared by immortals.
Can't I even keep an immortal?
The hall was brightly lit by candles, making it as bright as day.
The Xuan paper was laid flat on the rosewood table, the ink still wet.
Li Shimin paced back and forth in the hall, his shoes making a soft rustling sound as they scraped against the floor tiles. He stopped, his gaze sweeping over the piece of paper before turning to the two people kneeling below him.
Fang Xuanling held the thin piece of paper, his hands trembling slightly.
Changsun Wuji sat beside him. The usually composed old fox had his mouth slightly open and remained so for a long time.
"Xuanling, Fuji, how is it?"
Li Shimin's voice betrayed an undisguised smugness.
.
Fang Xuanling did not respond.
He stared down at the line, "I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace," and his Adam's apple bobbed twice.
"His Majesty."
Fang Xuanling finally looked up from the paper, his voice hoarse, "After this poem is written, I'm afraid no one in the Tang Dynasty will dare to write about the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival from now on."
Li Shimin's lips curled into a wild smile, and he feigned composure as he hummed, "When I first heard Lizhi recite it, I also found it somewhat interesting; it contained an ethereal quality!"
"It's more than just ethereal!"
Changsun Wuji slapped his thigh, disregarding his impolite behavior before the emperor, "This is insightful! Raising a cup to ask the blue sky—what a broad mind this must take!"
As I read this poem, I feel that all the petty squabbles and power struggles of daily life seem utterly vulgar under this bright moon.
Li Shimin stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the full moon outside the window.
"It's lonely at the top."
He muttered this sentence to himself.
I used to think that sitting on the throne was lonely, and no one understood his joys and sorrows.
Seeing these words now, the pent-up frustration in my heart miraculously dissipated. It turns out that even heaven isn't easy; it's better to be here on earth, enjoying a hot meal and watching the excitement.
"Your Majesty, whose great scholar wrote this poem?"
Fang Xuanling pressed further, "I know all the scholars in the Hanlin Academy well, none of them have these skills."
Li Shimin smiled mysteriously, without revealing anything.
Did I just tell you that he's a cook who was just rambling on and on?
Do I, the emperor, still have any dignity? Where do you, my important ministers, put your dignity?
"A hermit who wishes to remain anonymous."
Li Shimin carefully put the paper away. "Alright, all of you may leave. Tonight, I want to get a good night's sleep."
The backyard of the imperial kitchen.
Three poles in the sun.
Su Mu lay sprawled on the bamboo chair, covered with half a tattered blanket.
In my dream, there was a white light.
He's looking for a charger.
With only 1% battery remaining, the red battery icon in the upper right corner of the screen was flashing unsettlingly.
The power outlet was right in front of me, but no matter how I ran, it kept moving backward.
"Don't run away—I'll only charge for five minutes—"
Su Mu muttered something under his breath, his hands flailing wildly in the air.
"Where's the WiFi? Why can't I connect to the internet?"
My nose is itchy.
It looks like a caterpillar is crawling.
Su Mu frowned and turned his head away.
The caterpillar persisted, climbing back up, and carrying a milky scent.
"Achoo—!"
Su Mu suddenly sneezed and woke up.
Before me was a magnified small face.
Little Sizi was holding a foxtail grass, squatting next to the bamboo chair, grinning from ear to ear.
"Darling's awake! The sun's shining on your bottom!"
Su Mu wiped his face, shaking off the despair of not being able to find a charger.
Looking at the sky, oh well, I've overslept again.
"Disturbing my peaceful dreams so early in the morning."
Su Mu stretched, his joints cracking. "What is it now? Want breakfast or candy?"
"None of them."
Little Sizi threw away the foxtail grass, leaned close to Su Mu's ear, covered his mouth with his chubby little hand, and said mysteriously, "Brother, Father seems to have gone mad."
Su Mu raised an eyebrow: "Oh? How am I stupid?"
"Last night, Father didn't sleep."
Little Sizi frowned, looking worried. "He was standing in the courtyard, muttering something about drinking wine and the blue sky to the moon."
Read it once, then take a sip of tea.
Read it once, then sigh.
It's like he's possessed.
Su Mu's lips twitched.
Is Li Er having a fit of artistic whim?
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