Chapter 352

The sky screen image switched.

Flames of war, rebels, people fleeing.

Li Bai mixed in the crowd, his hair turned white, his face covered in dust.

【An Lushan Rebellion broke out.

Li Bai avoided the chaos in Jiangnan and lived in seclusion on Mount Lu.

Later, Prince Li Lin of Yong raised an army and invited him to come out of the mountains; he thought he had finally waited for the opportunity to serve the country and joined the Prince of Yong's shogunate.

As a result, the Prince of Yong was defeated, and Li Bai was exiled to Yelang.】

Liu Bang frowned: "He stood on the wrong side?"

Gu Shanhe said: "Stood on the wrong side."

"The Prince of Yong was the son of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, but Emperor Suzong of Tang had already ascended the throne."

"The Prince of Yong raised an army, which was rebellion in the eyes of the court."

Liu Che sighed: "Wanted to be an official his whole life, finally someone invited him, but it was a rebellion."

Liu Xiu said: "He didn't want to rebel."

"He just wanted to serve the country too much, and couldn't see the situation clearly."

Li Shimin said: "The most pitiful thing is that he thought he finally had a chance, but it was a dead end."

On the sky screen, the poems Li Bai wrote on the way to exile appeared—

【Leaving Baidi in the morning among the colorful clouds, returning to Jiangling in one day for a thousand miles.

The monkeys on both banks keep crying, the light boat has passed ten thousand mountains. — 'Early Departure from Baidi City'】

Liu Bang finished reading and was stunned for a while:

"This... he wrote this kind of poem on the way to exile?"

Gu Shanhe said: "When he walked to Baidi City, the court granted amnesty, and he was released."

"This was written after the pardon."

Liu Che said: "If it were anyone else, surviving a disaster, they would definitely write something like 'finally survived'."

"He wrote 'the light boat has passed ten thousand mountains'—this breadth of mind, I'm convinced."

Liu Xiu said softly: "The monkeys on both banks keep crying—those who scolded him and harmed him, like monkeys, but he has already passed, and will not look back."

Ying Zheng said: "This is the Poet Immortal."

On the sky screen, the image froze.

Li Bai sat by the Yellow River, holding a wine pot.

The sun set, and the river rolled.

He was drunk, but he did not fall.

【Eternal Masterpiece: 'Bring in the Wine'】

The whole poem appeared on the sky screen—

【Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, flowing to the sea and never returning.

Don't you see the high hall mirror grieving for white hair, morning like green silk, evening like snow.

Life should be enjoyed when proud, don't let the golden cup face the moon alone.

Heaven gave me talent, it must be useful, spend a thousand gold and it will come back.

... Call the child to exchange for good wine, and dissolve the eternal sorrow with you.】

No one spoke in the living room.

After a long time, Liu Bang said: "I don't understand poetry, but I feel that this person lived very happily."

Liu Che said: "It's not that he wasn't bitter. He was bitter, but he didn't let himself be bitter."

"Drinking, writing poetry, telling himself 'heaven gave me talent, it must be useful'."

Liu Xiu said: "He believed in this, believed in it his whole life."

Li Shimin said: "What moved me most was the last sentence—'dissolve the eternal sorrow with you'."

"He knew the sorrow couldn't be dissolved, but he still wanted to dissolve it."

Ying Zheng stared at the sentence 'Heaven gave me talent, it must be useful' and was silent for a long time.

【Barrage · Tang Dynasty · Du Fu】:

The pen falls and startles the wind and rain, the poem is made and makes ghosts and gods cry.

Brother Taibai, you are a true banished immortal.

【Barrage · Song Dynasty · Su Shi】:

Taibai's poetry is elegant and dusty, the first in ancient and modern times.

I have admired him all my life, but I cannot reach even one ten-thousandth.

On the sky screen, golden light condensed, and rows of emperor evaluations appeared—

【Emperor Xuanzong of Tang: Taibai is a genius, his poetry is the best in the prosperous Tang. He is an immortal in poetry, not a minister in the court.】

【Song Huizong: Qinglian's poetic pen can be called divine work. A true banished immortal.】

【Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang: Talent covers the world, proud bones do not flatter the powerful. His literary name and backbone will be passed down for ten thousand generations.】

【Qing Kangxi: Tang poetry, Li Taibai is first. The ancestor of eternal romantic poetry.】

Liu Bang finished reading and said: "These emperors are actually all praising him."

On the sky screen, the barrages of later netizens appeared—

【The moonlight of the Great Tang was written by Li Bai alone.】

【He is a banished immortal from heaven, who entered the mortal world by mistake. The world could not keep him, and the green lotus returned to the galaxy.】

【All the passion, freedom, detachment, and romance in the world are embodied to the extreme in Li Bai.】

Liu Bang read 'The moonlight of the Great Tang was written by Li Bai alone' and smiled: "I think he did write moonlight well."

"'Before the bed, the bright moonlight, suspected to be frost on the ground'—even I can recite this."

Li Shimin said: "This is Li Bai."

"Old people can recite it, children can recite it, and people who don't know characters can also recite it."

"What he wrote is not poetry, it is something engraved in the bones."

The golden light on the sky screen was so thick it was blinding.

Clouds surged, as if the sky also wanted to get closer to watch.

【Sky Screen Reward Moment】

【In view of Li Bai's poetry being the best through the ages, his romance for ten thousand generations, and his defining the atmosphere of the prosperous Tang, he is specially granted—】

【One hundred years of added life, reshaping immortal bones, forever free from illness.】

【Bestowed with the divine position of 'Eternal Poet Immortal · Qinglian Holy Monarch', ranking on the supreme list of the literary galaxy.】

【The literary lineage of later generations of China will permanently inherit the romantic and proud spirit of Li Bai.】

The skewer in Liu Bang's hand fell: "One hundred years?!"

Liu Che was also shocked: "Du Fu was only forty years, he got one hundred years?"

Liu Xiu said: "The Poet Immortal and the Poet Sage are sixty years apart."

Gu Shanhe said: "Li Bai's influence and national popularity are indeed higher."

"It's not that Du Fu is not good, it's that Li Bai is too special."

Ying Zheng said: "He is the only poet who makes everyone feel 'he is not human'."

Li Shimin nodded: "Banished immortal, not from the mortal world, so the reward is not from the mortal world either."

The barrage was lively on time—

Huhai did not come out this time, maybe he was banned by Ying Zheng.

Zhao Ji did not come out either, maybe he was banned by Zhao Kuangyin.

Qianlong did not appear either, maybe he was autistic.

The barrage area was rarely quiet.

Everyone was looking at Li Bai.

On the sky screen, Li Bai's phantom slowly emerged.

Not an old man, but the appearance of his youth.

Wielding a sword, carrying a pot, clothes fluttering.

He smiled, turned, and walked into the depths of the golden light.

【Sky Screen Conclusion: With the status of a commoner, with a pen, a pot of wine, and a heart of a child, he amazed the prosperous Tang and brightened a thousand years.

There is no more Li Taibai in the world, and no one can write out the eternal romance.

The banished immortal falls to the dust, the poet is the best through the ages.

The green lotus is immortal, shining with the sun and moon.】

In the villa backyard, it was quiet for a long time.

Liu Bang picked up the skewer that fell on the ground, blew off the dust, and took a bite: "I'm convinced."

"This person is really not a mortal."

Liu Xiu said softly: "Without obsession, one cannot write 'Heaven gave me talent, it must be useful'."

"Without regret, one cannot write 'dissolve the eternal sorrow with you'."

Li Shimin stood in front of the window, looking at the direction where the sky screen disappeared:

"Li Bai wanted to be an official his whole life, but didn't succeed. Wanted to serve the country his whole life, but didn't succeed."

"But what he left behind is heavier than ten prime ministers and one hundred generals."

Ying Zheng finally said, his voice not loud, but everyone heard it: "My Great Qin lacks such people."

Gu Shanhe did not speak.

He flipped the last few lamb skewers on the grill, oil dripped onto the charcoal, and it hissed.

The charcoal fire was still red.

The golden light of the sky screen had completely dissipated.

But in everyone's heart, there was a lamp lit—no, it was a moon.

Li Bai wrote a lot of moonlight.

But he himself was the moonlight that had shone for more than a thousand years.