"Hahaha, Ruixue indicates a good harvest." Li Ye looked at the snow that was getting colder, making his whole body tremble. Yue'er was shaking with the charcoal fire aside so that it could burn more evenly. "The prince is so cold that there is nothing good about snow."

"Don't say that, be careful that the friends from the south beat you to death." Li Ye rubbed her little head with a funny look.

"Part-mate? Is the prince talking about playmates? Why do they hit me?" Yue'er couldn't figure it out, so she tilted her head and thought about it seriously.

Li Ye didn't reply to her, and probably couldn't understand it after saying it. He changed the topic and confirmed some information at the same time. Li Xingzhou's memory was always vague about major issues of family and country: "I heard that the Liao people went south again this autumn."

Yue'er nodded: "The Liao people are the most hateful. Three or four months ago, the Liao people went south to Yanmen and burned, killing and looting all the way. I don't know how many people died."

"What should the court do?"

"The expedited troops had just arrived in Kyoto. The next morning, the emperor sent the Guanbei Jiedushi Wei Chaoren to lead his troops north to fight against the Liao people..." The little girl stopped when she said this.

Judging from her expression, Li Ye understood what was going on: "I lost."

The little girl nodded slightly and twisted her fingers and was unhappy: "I heard that many people died in the north, and the mountain was full of dead people. The emperor wanted to kill Wei Chaoren. Some ministers stopped him, some said he wanted to kill him, and they started arguing. After that, the general Zhong Daoyu said he wanted to change the military system, but someone stopped him, and they also started arguing. The talented men wrote a lot of poems in Yongyue Tower, but they still couldn't beat him. A few months later, the Liao people robbed the autumn grain and left. But every few years the Liao people would come, and many people would die in the north."

Yue'er's tone was sad. She, a little girl, didn't understand any major issues in her family and country, but she felt uncomfortable in her empathy. This era is like this. The only luck is that they are still far from the north. Li Ye didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only gently caress her spine.

Home, country, and world are the imprints and trends of the times. Even if he wants to avoid them, some things will always affect him. In the face of the torrent of the times, no one can keep it alone.

.........

Qiu'er grinded ink quietly on the side, watching the two of them talking quietly. The more meticulous the magic grinding, the better. Even if it was just a trivial matter, she couldn't be careless. After a while, when the ink spread out and felt it was almost done, she said: "Criminal, okay."

Li Ye nodded, then walked to the desk, Qiu'er was ready for everything.

"Criminal, what "The Book of Songs" or "The Analects of Confucius" are you going to write today?" Yue'er wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and came over curiously.

Li Ye shook his head and said, "I don't write these today."

"What to write?"

"Write a gimmick." Dip ink and gently smooth the paper under his hands.

"Gam it?" Qiu'er also came over curiously.

"Didn't I say that if people want to go to Tingyulou, they must have something to talk about. This is a gimmick, and they must attract everyone." Li Ye said as he started writing.

Yue'er was confused, Qiu'er seemed to understand but she silently followed Li Ye's pen.

"The wind blows the rivers, lakes, rains dark in the village..." Qiu'er slowly read a sentence, and Yue'er asked, "Criminal, is this a poem?"

Qiu'er reached out to cover her mouth and signaled to Jing Jing.

As soon as the pen turned, the second sentence came out. Li Ye's writing was very fluent, and Qiu'er also silently read it: "The sound of the four mountains is like the waves of the sea..."

It's really a poem! Qiu'er's eyes lit up. She had never seen the prince write a poem. These two lines are well-rhyme and have a strong spirit. I guess it is also a good poem. Qiu'er thought so in her heart.

When she comes back to her senses, the following two sentences will be fine.

"The firewood in the stream is soft and warm, and I and the racute slaves don't go out..." is a scene of being trapped by the wind and rain in the dark night. It is realistic and looks ordinary, but in Qiu'er and Yue'er's heart, as long as the prince can write poems, it is a good poem.

Yue'er didn't say anything, just watched quietly, the snowflakes were flying outside the house, and the room was so quiet that there was no sound.

After a while, Li Ye finished writing another sentence, and Qiu'er read it out: "Lying in a lonely village without mourning..." When this sentence came, he probably looked a little in his heart, and knew what kind of scene the poem was about.

Then the next sentence, the pen tip kept jumping, like walking slowly, and the words that were tough and formidable were already vividly displayed on the paper.

"Shang Si guarded Luntai for the country..." Qiu'er followed her and said, she understood poetry. When she arrived at this sentence, she began to feel a little different, different from the previous poems, and also different from what she vaguely thought in her heart.

Li Ye paused. He liked to write, and naturally liked some ancient poems. In his heart, he never wanted to use this poem for money, but he was even more unlikely to see more than 100 people in the palace who could not eat enough or wear warmth. Simply put, supporting a family is the biggest pressure in most of the lives. Most of the family only had three or four people. Now there are hundreds of people behind Li Ye, and he does not have as many resources as he did in his previous life. This pressure can be imagined.

"Sorry, Brother Lu You, I can only let you down." Li Ye said in a low voice, and then wrote like the wind, and the last two sentences suddenly appeared on the paper...

Qiu'er unknowingly read it out: "Lying at night, listening to the wind and rain......

The iron horse and the ice river come into my dreams!”

After reading the two sentences, my mouth was slightly opened and I could no longer close. The time in the room seemed to be still at this moment, with only snowflakes flying outside the window.

"Criminal, this poem, this poem..." Qiu'er wanted to say but couldn't say anything. Until the last two sentences, all the power accumulated in the wind and rain and darkness was like a flood that broke through the dam, surging, making people unable to breathe. The heroic and fearless impact could still be deeply felt even after a thousand years, let alone today, a country that is in storm and foreign enemies have repeatedly invaded, a land that can make people feel as long as they stand here.

The accumulated strength silently deposits the deepening tragedy and heroic spirit, without the whistle and pride of the wind and whistle and Yi Shuihan, without the unwillingness to die before he succeeds, without the affection, without the whining of each other, without the whining of illness, just like a dying beast lurking in the dark wind and rain, silently accumulating strength in suffering and suffering, and then roaring without regrets!

The shock and impact in it will make people breathless.

The two little girls leaned over and read it in a low voice, unable to extricate themselves from the shock. Yue'er even cried as she read it. Li Ye gently caught her. The little girl probably thought about the incident that the Liao people had committed the border. After a while, her whole chest became wet and hot.

Qiu'er recited it repeatedly, and the more she recited it, the more she felt the majestic and profound the poem.

She had heard of many talented people passionately lamenting that there was no way to serve the country, especially during the time when the Liao people invaded the border, the moon and the Pavilion could produce a basket of various poetry every day, as if everyone wanted to go north to kill the enemy immediately. However, except for Lord Wei's army, no one went north. Whether it was a passionate talent or a rioter who held high the banner of righteousness in the world.

Only when she knew that she saw the prince's poem today did she feel the true emotions and the ambitions that surged out.
Chapter completed!