The idea of one luck, two fates and three feng shui was very popular among the scholar-bureaucrats of the Song Dynasty. Since he seemed to be good at greedy for life, Yun Zheng thought that there was no need to refute anything, as long as it was good for him, no matter what.
It's not a bad idea to use it, Greedy Wolf, I feel murderous after listening to it.
It's a bit boring to always discuss these things during the Lantern Festival. Ouyang Xiu has already recited his masterpiece "Shengchazi, Yuanxi", which attracted countless people's applause.
On Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.
In the moonlit willow branches, people meet after dusk.
On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same.
I can't see the people from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears.
Yun Zheng was also very excited to see the birth of such poetry with his own eyes. The sentence "On the willow branches above the moon, people meet after dusk" has shone in the Chinese literary world for more than a thousand years. When I think about it now, I feel that this sentence is particularly delicate.
Savoring it carefully can fill the room with fragrance.
I wonder who this master is missing? His beard has grown half a foot, so is he still thinking of stealing fragrance and jade? Stealing jade and fragrance is what a greedy man with a romantic destiny should do, so what is he trying to steal?
After accepting everyone's compliments, Ouyang Xiu raised his wine glass and sighed: "I heard that Marquis Yun wrote a poem called "The Green Jade Case, Yuan Xi" which is also extremely beautiful. This can be regarded as an introduction to the topic. I wonder if Marquis Yun can recite it, so that it can be recited by Marquis Yun.
I’m waiting to open my eyes.”
Yun Zheng was sitting in a dark place, and he didn't want to come out and show off in front of everyone today. He was already very hated by people, so he kept a low profile if he could. Who would have thought that Ouyang Xiu would find him out.
The emperor looked towards Yunzheng with a smile and raised the golden cup in his hand, which made Yunzheng unable to avoid it and had to reply: "It's just a small game in the boudoir. How can it be compared with the masterpieces of bachelors? It's not worth mentioning.
Not worth mentioning."
Zhao Zhen didn't give Yun Zheng a chance to dodge at all. He took a note from the silver plate next to him and said with a smile: "How can such a beautiful article be locked in a boudoir? Zou Tong, take it and read it, for this Shangyuan
Let’s add some good stories every day.”
Zou Tong immediately opened the note, pondered for a while and then opened his mouth and chanted: ""The Green Jade Case, Yuan Xi",
The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night,
It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain.
BMW's carved car fills the road with fragrance.
The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light,
A night of fish and dragon dance.
Moth snow willow golden strands,
The laughter is full of fragrance.
People look for him thousands of Baidu,
Suddenly looking back, that person was there,
A dimly lit place.
"What a poem about wealth and honor!" Han Qi gave this poem an attribution before Ouyang Xiu, who was full of admiration, stopped appreciating this poem that has been passed down through the ages.
Zhao Zhen was a little embarrassed and wanted to speak again, but he heard Han Qi say: "When talking about the beauty and freshness of poetry, one must talk about Liu Yong and Liu Sanbian who claimed to be commissioned to write lyrics. However, as His Majesty said, such poetry is not suitable for
My Song Dynasty is useless, it will only make people indulge in the colorful soft red. Liu Sanbian himself also said that he could not bear to exchange the superficial reputation for shallow pouring and singing in a low voice. Now that the past is gone, I want to hear such flashy famous lines.
, it seems that it depends on Marquis Yun’s state of mind.”
As soon as Han Qi spoke, he immediately echoed the crowd. Usually in the court, Han Qi, who was always strict, would never speak like this. Now at the cocktail party, the arrogance in his bones suddenly broke out. He looked down on people like Liu Sanbian the most.
, seeing that Yun Zheng had also come up with a good poem, thinking of his article "Principles for Governing the Country with Punishments and Rewards" made Han Qi very uncomfortable, and the literati's tendency to be dismissive of each other came out.
Yun Zheng looked at Han Qi and said helplessly: "Old Han, to be honest, I don't think poetry has much effect on the state affairs of the Song Dynasty, but it can't be as bad as you said.
Do you know that there are two types of strength in a country, one is called soft power and the other is called hard power? If you don’t know these, it would be too biased for you to say that poetry is useless.”
Ouyang Xiu was also angry about what Han Qi just said. He relied on poetry to earn a living. Han Qi simply knocked over a whole boatload of people with one stroke. However, the always stubborn Han Qi would not care about this little detail.
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When Ouyang Xiu saw that Yun Zheng had finished half of what he said, he was also very curious and couldn't help but ask, "I'd like to hear the details!"
"The so-called hard power refers to how many armored soldiers and cavalry we have in the Song Dynasty, whether the soldiers are brave, whether the people are abundant, whether the treasury is full, whether the people are happy, and whether your majesty is wise or not is also a kind of hard power. It refers to that
A strength that can be put on the table, spoken out and visible. This is the foundation of a country and cannot be lost."
Pang Ji said: "We understand this. If you just tell me what soft power is, I'm all ears."
Yun Zheng picked up the wine jar and took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "The so-called soft power actually refers to a country's influence, which is what we usually call education.
People have likes and dislikes, feelings of love and hate, and the five tones make them feel happy. Therefore, when foreigners accept the Song Dynasty, the first thing they accept will be the culture of the Song Dynasty.
The culture I am talking about does not refer to the Four Books and Five Classics, but to the very popular poems in the Song Dynasty. Beautiful sentences like "Moon on the willow branches, people meet after dusk" are certainly easier to attract people than the articles you wrote, Old Han.
In mind.
It seems that foreigners can't write such beautiful sentences. I heard that as long as a beautiful poem appears in the Song Dynasty, it will be sung in Xijing of Liao Kingdom in less than half a month. The people there are very interested in the prosperity of Tokyo and Gao Guanbo.
The literati and scholars I brought with me highly praised it. Old Wen, you were sent as an envoy to the Liao Kingdom. When you listened to those people talking about the Song Dynasty in the Liao Kingdom, what did you talk about first about the Song Dynasty?"
Wen Yanbo raised his glass to invite a drink, and Yun Zheng raised the wine jar and took a big sip. Wen Yanbo laughed and said, "It is true that as Marquis Yun said, the first thing they talked about was the famous poems of the Song Dynasty, and then the city of Tokyo."
As for the new things in the world, few people mentioned military and state affairs. Such talk seems useless, but I think that such talk can at least bring the two countries closer. The Song Dynasty and the Liao Kingdom have been at peace for many years, so this may not be the case.
The public opinion is behind it.”
After Yun Zheng thanked Wen Yanbo, he walked to the crenellation of the city wall with his wine jar in his arms, pointed to the people below who were dancing the fish and dragon dance in countless circles, and said: "Such a happy, so excited, such an orderly life.
People, looking at the whole world, only I, the Song Dynasty, can do it. For this joy and happiness, Yun Zheng will die in battle and be wrapped in horse leather without regrets!"
Yun Zheng took another sip of wine and said loudly: "Look, across those iron-heavy darkness to the north, the people there are eking out an existence under the tyranny of Yelu Hongji.
Looking to the west, a lewd woman in Xixia is building the most beautiful temple in the world with extravagant luxury, and she plans to become a god based on her own appearance!
If our eyes could follow the night wind to the most distant place, you would see that the people there do not live with any dignity at all.
Since the Western Roman Empire was destroyed by the Germans, a number of barbarian countries have appeared there. There are Franks, Lombards, Odoacers, Burgundies, Vandals, Alans, Ostrogoths, and Visigoths.
Kingdoms such as the Anglo-Saxons were established. Wars between kingdoms continued, and people lived in dire straits. Such wars have lasted for five hundred years now, and there is no possibility of quelling them now.
Their Holy See is burning to death the wisest group of people in that land.
When the big cannibals smeared their foreheads with the blood of slaves in an attempt to gain courage, our people were celebrating everywhere. Maybe some people still lacked food and clothing, but it didn't matter. As long as they were in the Song Dynasty, they had hope.
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We want to spread the rich reputation of the Song Dynasty to the most distant places, and we also want to make the kindness of the emperors of the Song Dynasty thoroughly known to people all over the world. As long as they know all this, they will learn from the Song Dynasty and be eager to
Come to the Song Dynasty, in this way, we can rule their souls. In my opinion, ruling everyone's soul is far more noble than ruling their bodies.
This is soft power, our poetry, our clothing, and our way of life. If people all over the world live like the Song Dynasty, we will have completed the important task of edifying the world."
Yun Zheng was extremely excited when he said it. Zhao Zhen was also a little emotional when he heard it. Romantic people like Ouyang Xiu were also full of longing for the future. Han Qi's eyes were also a little scattered...
However, the old and cunning Pang Ji walked up to Yun Zheng, took the wine jar from Yun Zheng's hand, smelled it, took a sip, frowned and said: "Marquis Yun, why do you drink such strong wine on your big day? You are drunk.
That’s it!”
Yun Zheng reluctantly grabbed his own wine jar. From Pang Ji's half-smiling eyes, he knew clearly that what he just said to confuse others was in vain. The old guy ruined the atmosphere he had worked so hard to create by saying "I'm drunk."
Got a clean one.
If he failed to succeed in one attack, he would look very cowardly in the next attack. Yun Zheng curled his lips and went to find Di Qing, Shi Zhongxin, Shi Daxin, and Cao Rong to have a drinking contest, so the strange drinking order of two tigers was rang among the military attachés.
stand up.
Zhao Zhen actually didn't like sitting with a dull person like Pang Ji. Unfortunately, Pang Ji was telling him the origins of various celebrations of the people below, so he had no choice but to continue listening patiently.
When the game of two tigers turned into counting toad legs, Zhao Zhen finally couldn't help but ask Pang Ji: "Yun Qing and the others seem to be very happy, how about we go and see together?"
Han Qi frowned and said: "It's too vulgar. Your Majesty should not listen to anything inappropriate. The elders in the city are about to pray for Your Majesty and invite you to drink. The time is almost up."
Zhao Zhen had no choice but to sit back and continue to listen to the officials from the Ministry of Etiquette telling him what he needed to pay attention to when ordering the golden grass dragon powder. Such activities happened every year, but the scene of Di Qing counting the wrong toad legs and punishing him with alcohol was rare, so Zhao Zhen
Zhen is very irritable.
Suddenly they heard the people below the city shouting in unison, and the ministers upstairs turned their attention to the hundreds of meters long grass dragon in the square. The dragon was spiraling and rolled up, and its huge dragon head actually reached the city wall.
His two blind eyes suddenly flashed, as if he was longing for someone to enlighten his eyes.
Zhao Zhen stood up with a smile, picked up a huge writing brush, dipped it in gold powder, and tapped it heavily on the dragon's head. The eunuch Gong'e around him took out countless silver tips and sprinkled them downwards with all his strength.
He also went over to help, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.
"Marquis Yun, this thing is given to the people, not put in your own pocket..."