Chapter 310 Golden Wind Jade Dew (Part 1) (Seeking the Moon
The Song Dynasty envoy formulated the strategy of "stopping with silence", and Chen Ke's life became more leisurely.
At nine o'clock, he woke up from his sleep on time. The Khitan woman who came to bed last night got up and helped him dress. But the woman was sleeping in the outer room. It's not that Chen Ke pretended to be a saint, nor was she not beautiful enough.
People, but...well, if they eat cheese and fishy things all year round, they will have a peculiar smell on their bodies, and the Khitan people don't like to take baths very much.
Chen Ke also wanted to 'have sex for Heaven and avenge the country', but he was already used to the taste of the famous prostitutes in Bianjing, and he really couldn't give in. But he was very graceful, and he didn't say anything, he just pushed it.
He said that he only accepts pleasures based on emotions, which made his fans very moved... Look, what is taste? This is taste. It turns out that what we do is almost like animals...
However, what is royal treatment? Even if you don't sleep, you will still be provided. Are you prepared? Chen Ke asked these women to polish his ink and add fragrance to him, and serve him to study all night... Li Fan came back from Arabia and brought him
I bought dozens of boxes of books, all purchased at high prices from the Baghdad Wisdom Museum, and there were even originals.
Chen Ke was very happy to see these books, but he didn't understand Arabic... he didn't recognize a single word when he opened the books.
But it doesn't matter, there are foreigners everywhere in China in this era, and the largest number of them are Arabs who are doing business in the Seven Seas. Li Fan hired several Arabs from Quanzhou for him who were proficient in both languages.
Chen Ke was very happy and ordered them to try to translate a few books. But the results were disappointing. The content translated by these people had no preface and follower, and could not be written together at all. But think about it, you are not proficient in the two countries.
To be able to be a translator by reading words, you must have considerable knowledge. Only when you understand the content of the book can you translate it into text.
He could only count on the Arab scholars hired by Aziz for him. But water from afar could not quench his thirst for water nearby, and he could not just wait. Chen Ke said in his heart that it is better to fish for mermaids than to ask for mermaids. So he began to study Arabic. However, the time was still short, and he could not wait for a long time.
In the literacy stage.
But in the eyes of those Khitan maids, those tadpole-like words were like a book from heaven! They said they were so obedient that the knowledge on earth was no longer enough for Bachelor Chen, and they all began to learn from heaven. So they respected him even more.
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When he was tired of studying, Chen Ke asked them to give him a massage or talk to relieve his boredom. If there were any who could sing, he would ask them to sing a few songs for him. Whether it was Khitan folk songs, Bohai folk songs, or Han operas of the Yanjing generation,
Chen Ke liked it very much. He even recorded it specially and planned to go back and give it to Du Qingshuang.
In return, he would also teach the girls to sing. Sometimes when the mood strikes, he would also write some new lyrics for them. He would sleep with Bachelor Chen all night, and he would be treated like this. How could the girls not give their best?
Serve Him with all your strength?
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Chen Ke went to bed on time when he arrived. He got up on time when he was not ready. The maids helped him wash and change clothes, and then served him breakfast.
Chen Ke was afraid of those cheese-soaked meats, so he requested that the food must be light. Not only him, but the entire mission also had such a request. The Khitan people now listened to Chen Ke's words and sent Han cooks to take care of their food.
Diet, this solved the problem.
A small bowl of old ginseng soup, a bowl of egg soup cakes, and a few not-so-exquisite snacks are the breakfast that Bachelor Chen managed to get with great difficulty. At least, it can satisfy your appetite, right?
After the meal, Chen Ke took a sip of mountain wine and asked the woman who seemed to have something to say, "Do you have anything else?"
"Bachelor," the woman whispered, "did you read the note that Nunu brought you yesterday?"
"I saw it." Chen Ke nodded and said with a wry smile: "Who is this person who gives me problems all day long?"
"It's not anyone," the woman said with a smile, "It's some masters who admire the talents of bachelors..."
"Why don't you dare to test me in person?" Chen Ke said with a smile: "Aren't you Khitan people quite open-minded?"
"Masters are afraid of being laughed at by others." The woman said with some embarrassment: "How dare you take the bachelor's degree exam without thinking of yourself."
"It's not that you overestimate your abilities," Chen Ke said with a smile: "At this level, I think he is better than the top pick."
As he spoke, he asked her to take the note from the desk. On the light blue Huanhua paper, there was a line of beautiful small regular script written on it:
'The screen window is green and translucent, the horizontal shadow is moonlight, the cold place is empty, the curtains are cold, the incense stick is fine, the sandalwood is sinking, the night is deeper, sleepy, tired, melancholy, full of emotions, lonely, where can I leave my soul?'
It is a poem without sentence breaks, a trick that Su Xiaomei has learned since she was ten years old. Chen Ke thought for a moment and said with a smile: "It turns out to be a song called "Bodhisattva Man"!" He picked up the quill and added a few sentences to read.
, changed to:
'The screen window is green with horizontal and slanting shadows, and the curtains are cold in the cold moonlight. The incense sticks are finely burned with sandalwood, which is deep in the middle of the night. The deeper you sleep, the tiredness brings melancholy. It contains emotional loneliness, where is the soul ecstasy.'
After finishing writing, he read it softly again. Chen Ke first sighed secretly, it seems that the author is a resentful woman in the palace... Then he frowned again, feeling that there was some knowledge in this poem.
So he read it carefully and repeatedly, and finally suddenly realized, he slapped his thigh and said: "What a clever thought, it is actually a palindrome!" He prolonged his tone, and starting from the last word, he read another poem "Bodhisattva Man".
》Come: "** How lonely is it elsewhere? The emotions are full of thoughts and sorrow. The sleepiness is deep, and the night is falling. The thin pillars are burned with heavy sandalwood, and the fragrance is cold in the empty space. The cold light and moon shadow are slanting, crossing the blue window screen
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He couldn't help but praise: "This woman is very talented and rare in the world. I don't know how much love she has spent on these forty-four words..." Looking back on the questions the other party asked these days, each one was so clever that it was really surprising.
Admire: "You go back and tell her, can we meet for a while? It's such a pity to miss such a beautiful and beautiful woman."
After hearing this, the woman looked proud at first, then shook her head and said, "I'm afraid not..."
"Oh, that's such a pity." Chen Ke sighed.
The Khitan woman wanted to say something, but she hesitated...
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After breakfast, Chen Ke came to the public felt tent and held an early morning meeting with Zhao Zongji and Zhao Bian. Although the negotiations were interrupted and the mission had nothing to do, their daily behavior would be recorded and submitted to the court for review in the future. So even if they were pretending,
Regular meetings are held every morning and evening to show that they are not idle.
After a short meeting, Zhao Zongji closed the "meeting minutes" and asked, "What are your plans for later?"
"I'm going to train in the morning. There will be a shooting match tomorrow." Chen Ke asked, "Are you coming with me?"
"Impossible." Zhao Zongji shook his head and said, "Today some Khitan princes asked me to go hunting."
"They want to see your bow and arrows, right?"
"I gave a handful to each person."
"How can it be possible?" Zhao Bian asked in surprise: "What if we let them learn it?" He had always regarded the tiger-shooting bow as the secret weapon of the Song Dynasty.
"Don't worry, they can't imitate it." Chen Ke said with a smile: "I just want to show them how advanced the weapons of our Song Dynasty are now." After a pause, he asked Zhao Bian: "What are you going to do today?"
"Today, there are two pen conferences to attend." Zhao Bian had already put away his contempt for the Khitan people and said, "I can't believe that their poetry attainments are so high." For a sour scholar, there is nothing better than being proficient in Chinese. Literature can gain their recognition even more.
"Do you have any good words?" Zhao Zongji asked with a smile.
"It's really quite a lot." Zhao Bian shook his head and said, "For example: 'The rain is coming at dawn, the sun is desolate, the pillows are swaying with the fragrance of the west wind. The sleep is not enough, and the children are coming to repay the Double Ninth Festival. The songs are green and muddy, and the guest Huai Gong and Gong are all in my hometown. I sit quietly in quilt and think about the past. I have been sad for three years at the end of the world... This is what a monk did, and it can be said that it is a legacy of the prosperous Tang Dynasty."
"But I prefer the one written by their emperor, 'Yesterday, I received a poem from Qing Huanghua, and I cut gold and English into pieces to fill in the sentences. I still feel the lingering fragrance in my sleeves, and the cold west wind cannot blow it away.' It can be said to be a masterpiece." When it comes to poetry. , the old gentleman kept talking.
"How did I hear that this poem was not written by the Lord of Liao," Zhao Zongji said with a smile, "but by his queen catching a sword."
"I heard that Queen Xiao is also in the camp..." Chen Ke said with a smile.
"I can't see it. I heard that Empress Xiao is different from the free-spirited Khitan women. She lives in seclusion all year round, studying and painting, and has no contact with outsiders. She looks more like a woman from the Song Dynasty." Zhao Zongji shook his head.
"There was no woman like this in the Song Dynasty." Zhao Bian spat: "The world is getting worse. The world is getting worse."
"It's not bad." Chen Ke said with a smile: "There are also many ladies..."
After chatting and laughing, everyone dispersed for a while. Zhao Bian waited for someone to pick him up, and Chen Ke and Zhao Zongji went to the stables not far away to get their horses... In this regard, the Liao people still retained the habits of their ancestors, and their stables were at Beside the tent, if something happens, you can mount your horse as soon as possible.
In this stable, there are more than 20 horses, which were obtained by Chen Ke and Zhao Zongji. In fact, the Khitan people originally provided ten horses to the senior officials of the mission, purebred horses from Qing Yishui, for them Used by three people... The Khitan has so many horses, I'm afraid it's just to show off.
But later, the Khitan prince gave them several higher-quality horses, and the two of them immediately stopped looking at the official horses. Knowing that Chen Xueshi liked horses, the Khitan people took their best horses and lined them up. The team came to find him. Chen Ke was so excited that he would use poems to buy whatever he liked from others... It's not that he was stingy, it was actually the wealthy Khitan princes who regarded money as dirt. The only thing that could make them The only things I want to part with are Chen Xueshi’s calligraphy and new works.
