The middle cabin is quite large, with several fire pots placed against the wall. Although there is heavy snow outside the window, the cabin feels almost like warm spring.
Su Lu, wearing a scarlet robe, was carried to the table and sat down. Li Qing sat on the side of the table and looked at him with a smile.
It was Li Qing's idea to rush south this time. The reason why he had to move overnight was to avoid Dong Cheng, who was going to Su Lu's house to propose marriage.
Outside the door of Su's house, Dong Cheng stared blankly at the closed door. Listening to the chirping birds in the yard, he was convinced that there was no one in the yard.
Su Lu left so quickly!
Dong Cheng was a little annoyed, what the hell should he do? He promised his niece to arrange her marriage, but now it's fine, the groom has run away.
Once he enters the capital, this boy will probably be dazzled. How can he still be unmarried when he comes back?
No, I also want to go to Beijing.
If there is no war in the camp, I will go to Beijing.
Just do what you say, Dong Cheng called his soldiers: "Let's go to Beijing with me."
Going to Beijing?
The soldiers are all confused, it is a thousand miles away, the general will leave now with just one word!
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Su Lu stood in front of the bill without holding a pen for a while.
What should I write about?
It's not good to misappropriate Shangshan Zaoxing. Unexpectedly, his name was changed. It is really a blasphemy to the predecessor.
Su Lu picked up a pen and wrote the words "Morning trip to Shangshan" on the rice paper.
In the morning, we set out to conquer Duo, and the travelers mourned their hometown...
After Su Lu finished writing, he put down the brush and walked out with a smile. No matter how he looked at it, the original name sounded good.
Li Qing picked up the rice paper and read it out gently: "Shangshan is leaving early?"
Qingli's face was full of doubts, "Isn't there a place called Shangshan around Beiyang?"
A female guard called out, her cheeks were red, and her voice was clear: "Princess, there is a mountain in my hometown, called Shangshan. I remember there is a small town near Shangshan with Banqiao, and it is the strategic point between the north and the south.
, Lord Su must have been there."
Li Qing glared at the female guard when he heard this: "Su Ge, what are you talking about? How could it be Shangshan of your home? Su Lu obviously wrote this poem in my study room. It must be a place called Shangshan in Beiyang.
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There was a lot of discussion in the cabin, and the guards and the princess were arguing with each other, fighting for the ownership of this poem, because they knew that if this poem could really belong to their hometown, it would bring a lot of benefits to their hometown, and the fame would be obvious.
, the political performance of local officials will be improved as a result. A certain person once came here to compose a poem.
Shangshan may have become famous because of Su Lu's poem, and it has entered the eyes of high-ranking officials and dignitaries everywhere who love poetry, and even Jian Zai's heart.
Ignoring the arguments behind him, Su Lu walked out of the middle cabin, held onto the side of the ship, and looked at the swirling snowflakes.
The boat has passed Dongting and entered the Tuhai River. The mountains on both sides of the river bank have turned white. Occasionally, fishermen wearing raincoats can be seen sitting on the river bank, fishing, and earning a living in the severe cold.
As the boat moved forward, the river banks on both sides became increasingly narrow, and the nearest places seemed to be within reach.
Su Lu asked He Wu who was standing at the stern of the boat: "If you don't go to wait on the princess, why are you standing here?"
He Wu looked unhappy. Hearing this, he pointed to Lao Chang who was holding a fishing rod and wearing a raincoat at the stern of the boat: "Look, this grandson's injury has not healed well, so he has to go fishing. I really don't know what's so good about fishing."
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At the stern of the boat, in the boiling wind and snow, Chang Yuan was wearing a wooden hat and a black raincoat, sitting on a high stool, swinging a fishing rod into the distance.
Hearing He Wu's complaint, Lao Chang swung out his fishing rod, then turned around and said with a proud face: "Lao He, you don't understand the fun of fishing, so of course you don't know what's so good about it. Su Lu, what are you talking about?"
, what’s so good about fishing.”
Su Lu patted the side of the boat, "Of course there are benefits. It's not how fishing friends can understand it. This is what poems are about."
"Birds have disappeared from thousands of mountains, and people have disappeared from thousands of paths. I am alone in a boat with a coir raincoat, fishing alone in the snow in the mountains and rivers."
Chang Yuan looked at Su Lu in confusion, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't even hold the fishing rod in his hand. He seemed unable to believe that Su Lu just composed a poem.
He Wu's eyes rolled around for a few times, then he suddenly turned around and rushed into the cabin with a proud voice: "Princess, princess, this old slave congratulates you. Lord Su just composed a poem, which is short and concise.
, the momentum is huge and magnificent.”
Li Qing was surprised when he heard this and asked, "Recite it to me."
The smile on He Wu's face froze. He knew how to memorize things, but he didn't have a photographic memory. Su Lu had just read it once, but he couldn't remember it.
Li Qing put down Shang Shan's morning trip and walked out of the cabin. This time he had to let Su Lu write this poem. It couldn't be fought over by a group of girls like Shang Shan's morning trip.
Outside the cabin, the snow was falling even harder. Lao Chang was grabbing Su Lu's sleeve and didn't even care about the fishing rod falling into the river.
"No, you have to write it down and give it to me as a family heirloom. This is the original calligraphy of a great poet, and it was written for me. It must be mine."
Li Qing, who had just stepped out of the cabin, was stunned. What, this poem was written for Lao Chang? Su Lu, Su Lu, you have never written a poem for me, but you wrote one for Lao Chang.
Zhao Demou said you were interested in him, but he didn't expect it to be true. You actually like men!
No, we can't let this poem fall into the hands of Old Chang. This confirms that Su Lu likes men. This makes me unable to marry him in the future. Even if you like men, I still want to get your heart if I can't.
people.
Li Qing flicked his sleeves and said in an unhappy voice: "Chang Yuan, how do you know this poem is written for you? He Wu, do you think so?"
He Wu was Li Qing's follower. He Wu dared to make people close their eyes when Li Qing said it was dark.
Hearing Li Qing's words, He Wu rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, what I heard just now is true. Sir Su just said to compose a poem, but he didn't say to compose a poem for you, Lao Chang."
Chang Yuan thought for a while, and after a moment, he raised his chin and said in a proud voice: "I don't care, anyway, it was the first thing I heard, and this poem is mine. Su Lu, you must write it down and give it to me.
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Li Qing walked to Su Lu and asked softly: "Su Lu, what poem did you write again? Why don't you copy it and let everyone see it."
Su Lu pointed around, smiled and said: "Jiang Xue, you see, along the way, there are no birds on the thousands of mountains, no people on the thousands of paths, only one or two fishermen fishing by the river occasionally, in order to survive,
He worked tirelessly and endured the severe cold to earn a living."
Li Qing was born in the palace and did not know the sufferings of the world. Hearing this, he asked strangely: "Don't they farm?"
Su Lu sneered: "If there is a field, no one will not plant it."
Li Qing asked He Wu and Chang Yuan in surprise: "Isn't it the rule of the imperial court that one hectare is divided into three acres? How come they don't have any land?"
He Wu didn't dare to say anything. He Wu never dared to say anything about this kind of thing. Eunuchs couldn't discuss politics, so he just wanted to be a eunuch safely.
Chang Yuan didn't have such scruples. He was born in poverty. After entering the palace, he served in the army for many years and endured hardships. What can he say?
"The imperial court has been prosperous for hundreds of years, but land annexation has reached the point where the people have no means of livelihood. Why are there frequent wars in the north, but there are still people who are willing to make a living in the north? It is because the land in the north cannot be bought by these wealthy landlords, so they can survive."
Li Qing's face was gloomy and his voice was low: "Okay, Su Lu, write this poem and I will give it to my father so that he can also know about the sufferings of the people."
Su Lu shook his head: "The emperor may not know these things."
Li Qing shook his head: "My father has lived in the palace for a long time. He knows what others want him to know, and he has no way of knowing what others don't want him to know."