During the Double Ninth Festival, the autumn air is crisp and clear.
In the afternoon, Wan Qi joined the army of the Privy Council and was ordered to go to meet Zhao Guan's family. But before he left the camp, his colleague Hu Hongxiu chased him. After asking for a while, he found out that it was Lu Yihao who had made what Lu Xianggong said before came true - the fall of Nanjing before.
, the news spread to the southeast, Li Gang and Li Gongxiang immediately sent the imperial camp to the front line. As a result, the troops mutinied before they crossed the river. The commander-in-chief also directly broke away from the command, forcibly occupied Jiangning Mansion, and launched troops to plunder. Li Gang had no choice but to
We can only try to quell the rebellion first.
At this time, the news had just been sent quickly, but I didn't know what the situation was now.
Moreover, this kind of bad news, just like the previous siege of Tokyo, was something that had been mentally prepared for a long time, but in fact it was still something that made people feel powerless when it came out. And after Wan Qixiu and Hu Hongxiu discussed it, they were all worried.
, but couldn't help but speed up, preparing to tell the officials early.
However, when the two rushed to Yushan Mountain with all their heart and soul, they did not see Zhao Guanjia's concern for the country and the people as Wang Shuxiang reminded. On the contrary, this official was wearing casual clothes and enjoying himself wantonly on the top of the mountain. On the left
The beloved concubine is accompanying him in military uniform, and on the right is the minister of poetry, toasting and drinking with each other. Even the confidant generals are bending over and taking off their helmets to accompany him, without any rules.
If we borrow a famous poem by Gao Changshi from the Tang Dynasty, which goes like this: "The warriors are half dead in front of the army, but the beauties are still singing and dancing under the tents", I'm afraid it's not a bad idea.
Seeing this appearance, Hu Hongxiu felt depressed and wanted to step forward to remonstrate, but Wan Qixi stretched out his hand to hold him back.
When Zhao Guanjia, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, saw the two of them, he was slightly startled, but then smiled at each other again: "Did Wanqi Qing and Hu Qing come here for something? Is it Wang or Lu who is urging me, or is there some military connection?
"
"I'm an official." Without waiting for Hu Hongxiu to speak, Wan Qixi quickly put away those thoughts and faced each other seriously. "I was indeed sent here by Mr. Wang, but it was not to urge me. I just asked me to accompany you and treat you. And Hu
I joined the army on this trip to inform the officials that the king, the commander of the rear army in the southeast imperial camp, did not listen to his orders and instead occupied Jiangning Mansion and plundered it without restraint. It turned out that Xianggong Lu was right."
Zhao Guanjia, who was holding the wine glass, was slightly startled. He paused for a moment before slowly nodding: "I know, this matter has been expected for a long time, so I won't pay attention to it for now... Since you two are here, it's just the right time for you to come and sit down together."
drink."
Of course Wan Qi, who had slandered the official family before, would not object to joining the army. Instead, he immediately thanked him, and then straightened up his appearance before stepping forward and carefully sitting in the same row as Liu Yan, and took the initiative to hold the pot after Ban Zhi offered him a wine glass.
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Hu Hongxiu, on the other hand, was a little flustered by Wan Qixi's actions. He hurriedly followed, but he seemed to be neither up nor down, and was embarrassed for a moment.
"We are discussing poems about the Double Ninth Festival. Both of them were born as imperial students, and Wan Qiqing also served as a professor. So even though they are accompanying the capital for temporary imperial examinations and conferring officials, they should also be good at diction. Let me listen to your words." Zhao Guanjia.
After a glass of wine, I answered the question casually.
And when he heard Zhao Guanjia use 'I' instead of 'I', Wan Qixi, who had just poured a glass of wine, became more and more excited, but suppressed his emotions and gave it to everyone at the table except Mrs. Wu who was specialized in holding the pot.
They each poured a glass of wine before speaking: "I still don't know what the discussion between the officials, Madam Wu, and Bachelor Lin, and Liu Tongzhi were like before?"
"It's just nonsense." Zhao Jiu casually pointed to a few people beside him and replied. "I am ignorant. This Mrs. Wu is said to be both civilized and military, and has read a lot. But at her age, she has studied for several years."
The book? It's nothing more than two Jinshis, Lin Xueshi and Pingfu (zi Liu Yan), who have good memories. They talked about some Double Ninth Festival poems. I made a blind review. She brought a "Collection of Tang Poems" and flipped through it... and Shicai
Let’s talk about the best poems for the Double Ninth Festival first. Which poem do you think is the best for the Double Ninth Festival? Which poem is the best for the Double Ninth Festival?”
It's probably true that Mrs. Wu hasn't actually read a few books, and she brought a book today to cram in. But Wan Qixi would be stupid if she believed Zhao Guan's "neither learning nor skill" statement.
In fact, in Wan Qixi's view, if the official in front of him who frequently writes "Yi Anju's old works" is considered uneducated, there are not many people who are skilled in poetry in the world... I can only say,
Because the image of the Taoist Supreme Emperor who was too skilled left a deep impression on people, this new official who inherited at least five or six levels of ability was obviously dissatisfied with the Supreme Emperor and did not want to show too much.
There are similarities, so I deliberately concealed them.
It's just pitiful for Yi An, a layman and his wife, who are married to a fifty-year-old man. When they are old, they have to deal with this official who messes around with their affairs, and the couple becomes discordant because of this.
Back to the present, as Zhao Guanjia said, Wan Qixi is a cultural person after all, he still has some talent and learning, and he is older, much better than Hu Hongxiu who likes to wield swords and swords next to him.
Therefore, while this person was thinking wildly, he had already gained something.
"I take the liberty... If we talk about poetry, we have to look for it in Tang poetry." Wan Qixi glanced at Hu Hongxiu, who was still thinking, then he looked slightly serious and started talking. "As the saying goes, 'alone in a foreign land.
As a stranger, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one missing person planting dogwood trees everywhere. This poem written by Wang Mojie when he was seventeen years old expresses the mentality of many wanderers, and it can be said to be the first of the Double Ninth Festival poems."
As soon as these words were spoken, Liu Yan and Mrs. Wu laughed together, while Hu Hongxiu also nodded suddenly.
As for Zhao Jiu, he also nodded slowly: "What Wan Qiqing said is very good, and it is consistent with what a few of us discussed before. The Dasu scholar said that there are paintings and poems in Wang Mojie's poems, and this poem is by Wang Wei
This poem was written at the age of seventeen, but it already has both spirit and form. The so-called poetic meaning is repetitive, but the opening is simple. The key is that the homesickness described in it can be felt by everyone, so it is widely sung, enough to overwhelm other Double Ninth Festival poems. It stands here.
The position of leader...what about the Double Ninth Festival Ci?"
Naturally, Wan Qixi first echoed a few lines of Zhao Guan's lofty views, and after a while, he simply said: "As for the Double Ninth Festival Ci... Ci is a different style of poetry. By this dynasty, although there were a few Double Ninth Festival Ci poems, they were just
Famous masters of this dynasty did it, but when I think about it at will, I just think of the saying of Yi An, "The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."
As soon as these words came out, except for Bachelor Xiao Lin, everyone in the Zhao Guan family laughed. Even Hu Hongxiu gradually entered the atmosphere and gave a slight chuckle.
After Zhao Guanjia finished laughing, he nodded again: "Yes, although this poem is a poem about boudoir's resentment, it only uses the word Double Ninth Festival, but it is written in a wonderful way. This sentence, not to mention the poem about Double Ninth Festival, is
Since ancient times, many poems written about women's grievances have been suppressed by this sentence... In fact, as Academician Lin just commented, I am afraid that Yi An's own other poem "One Cut Plum" can only be compared with the whole poem, not a single sentence.
That’s what I said.”
"What the officials said is true." Wan Qixi also laughed. "It seems that I am in harmony with the officials, Madam Wu, Lin Xueshi, and Liu Tongzhi again."
"Some people say that after the two generations of Liuyi Jushi, An Shigong and Su Xueshi were so magnificent, the lingering charm of our dynasty's culture ended twenty years ago, and from now on the poetry will only be written by Ye Mengde and others." Zhao Guan's family may have been drunk.
Jiu, who talked a lot today, actually took over the conversation and continued laughing and joking. "Isn't this a joke? How can you pretend not to see Master Yi An just because she is a woman? I am afraid that this person will be compared with those others in the future.
I just don’t know where the situation in the world will go from now on? Can the people who were supposed to take over after Yi An come out again, and can they still write 'burn the light and watch the sword' after they come out..."
Wan Qixiu and Hu Hongxiu were baffled by these words.
Firstly, out of instinct, these two people did not think that a woman named Yi An was qualified to be compared with Ouyang Xiu, Wang Anshi and Su Shi based on a few poems. Even if she was praised by an official, she could not do it; secondly,
, they didn’t understand what the official said at all, what they said about ‘those who should take over after Yi An’, it seemed like someone could stand up and follow Ouyang Xiu, Wang Anshi, Su Shi, and Yi An down the line.
Normally...what's the point of 'burning the light to read the sword'?
It seems that the official must be really drunk.
"Wan Qiqing said this, what did Hu Qing say?" Zhao Guanjia took a glass of wine from Mrs. Wu, who was wearing leather sleeves, and continued to ask questions.
"I have nothing to say." Hu Hongxiu did not remonstrate face to face. He already thought that the country was in danger and wanted to remain useful, so why would he participate in the discussion.
"The poems all fit together. It seems that the leader of the Double Ninth Festival poems has been determined." Zhao Guanjia drank it all in one gulp and held each other's palms together. "But these two poems are placed here on Yushan Mountain, when the two countries are at war, but there is something a little strange.
Untimely…”
Isn't this nonsense?
Wan Qixiu and Hu Hongxiu almost laughed secretly in their hearts.
Besides, Hu Hongxiu didn't think too much about it, but when he thought about it carefully, he broke out in a cold sweat - Jushi Yi An's poem about women's complaints is excellent, but it is inevitable that it is inappropriate for the time, and "Planting Dogwood Everywhere" is missing one person.
', these words were not only inappropriate in front of Zhao Guanjia himself, but also deadly words!
I still know from afar that my brother is climbing to a high place, planting dogwood trees everywhere, and there is one less person... I am afraid that I know from afar that my brother lives in a cellar, and sitting in a well and looking at the sky is one less person, right?
No, there is still a King of Xin who is not sure whether it is true or not in Wuma Mountain. Maybe he is the 'Shao Er'. Moreover, it is no wonder that Bachelor Xiao Lin, who is very rich in the city, has not shown a smile. It seems that he does not know how to welcome him.
Yes, but I have my own calculations.
While thinking about it, Zhao Guanjia had already come up with another topic: "As for the arrival of the two of you, we were about to discuss a poem that was suitable for the situation, regardless of the subject matter, but we still didn't get anything. You two might as well try to think of it.
think……"
Naturally, Wan Qixi didn't dare to be negligent, but he was also alert, so he was careful to avoid making another joke about "Remembering Five Kingdoms Brothers":
"The official family, I would like to ask, did the official family and the three of them gain anything before?"
"No." Zhao Jiu finished drinking and simply faced each other, but he actually took out a "Collection of Tang Poems" from somewhere behind his back and threw it to the two newcomers. "What did I think about at first?
But they are all wrong. I am preparing to read Mrs. Wu’s book. You can also read it..."
Hu Hongxiu raised his hand to take it and look at it.
Wan Qixi only thought it was funny, how could a dignified imperial student read some poems while memorizing them?
This person was the only one who didn't dare to show his thoughts on his face, so he thought hard while holding the cup, and soon came up with a song that barely fit the occasion.
"The official family." Wan Qixi looked at her seriously. "Li Taibai has a poem called "Nine Days Dengba Mausoleum Sets Wine to Watch the Dongting Navy". Today the official family went to Yushan. Although they didn't see the navy, they could get a full glimpse of the Yushan camp!
As the saying goes, 'Songs that excite strong men can destroy the demonic atmosphere.' Isn't that inappropriate?"
Everyone pondered one after another, and I couldn’t say it was good or bad... First of all, this Double Ninth Festival poem rarely mentioned wartime and the military, and it also had an inspirational meaning, which seemed to be very suitable for the occasion; but at the same time, most of this poem clearly stated that
When talking about the victory of warships and naval forces, it would be a bit forceful to say that they can deal with the camp at the foot of the mountain.
"What do you think?" After Wan Qixi recited the whole poem again, Zhao Guanjia took the initiative to point to each other and ask each other.
"The slave family thinks it's okay." Mrs. Wu also used the folk name.
"I don't think it's appropriate." Liu Yan, who had always been taciturn, finally spoke, but he waved his hand directly.
"I also think it's inappropriate." Academician Xiao Lin also frowned.
Zhao Guanjia didn't take it seriously and continued to point at Hu Hongxiu.
"I thought it was inappropriate to report back to the official." Hu Hongxiu, who had been flipping through the book, opened his mouth and handed over the "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty" with the cover facing up. "But I just saw a poem here, which may be suitable..."
Zhao Jiu nodded and took it casually. Just looking at it, he couldn't help but laugh. Then he read out the title of the poem in front of everyone: "This is Cen Shen's "Accompanying the Feng Dafu to Climb High in Nine Days"... The Feng Dafu is Feng Changqing.
Bar?"
"Exactly." Academician Xiao Lin responded. "I remember this poem, the so-called nine-day yellow flower wine, I heard it in the past when I climbed high. The power of frost chases away the inferior phase, and the murderous spirit approaches the army. The flute scares the geese, and the sweet songs fall into the clouds...
"
At this point, Academician Xiao Lin suddenly shut up, and Wan Qixi turned pale, and looked at the instigator, Hu Hongxiu, who was already in a panic.
Zhao Jiu didn't take it seriously. He picked up the book and looked at it carefully. He continued to shake his head and read: "Fortunately, everything is fine. I am drunk and dancing with you."
At this moment, Liu Yan and Mrs. Wu also looked strange...a little angry, but also a little helpless.
Without him, the poem "Fortunately nothing happens at the edge" is too obvious to be ridiculed. Cen Shen and Feng Changqing climbed high in their busy schedules when "Fortunately nothing happened at the edge". Who do you think the Zhao Guan family is?
However, I don’t know if it’s because Zhao Jiu, an engineering dog, has a relatively low level of education, and he doesn’t have the muscle memory as a foundation for writing and archery, so after reading it once, he stared at Lao Shizi’s “Collection of Tang Poems” for a long time.
Only then did he wake up: "Is Hu Canjun admonishing me?"
After being left out for so long, Hu Hongxiu was already at a loss... After all, he was born into a wealthy family. If he had the guts to remonstrate face to face, he would have written a letter with Chen Dong to "denounce Chengyu" for eight lifetimes. Why would he be here today? And just now
He also handed this poem down, with the intention of "hiding his admonishment". Who would have thought that Zhao Guan's family would ignore it and just spread it out to say it?
"It doesn't matter." Zhao Jiu continued to look at the poetry collection in his hand, obviously not paying attention. "Hu Canjun also has good intentions...and don't worry, I always have to make a decision today, and I won't make any mistakes."
Hu Hongxiu could only sigh.
"Actually, without the last sentence, this poem by Cen Shen would be extremely suitable for the occasion." Zhao Jiu continued.
"There is indeed something wrong with this poem." Liu Yan also nodded seriously: "However, this poem is not suitable with Li Taibai's poem just now. What else is suitable? I really don't know what other poems there are!"
"It is indeed difficult." Academician Xiaolin also said calmly. "It is wartime, in the army, and there are not many poems related to the Double Ninth Festival in the army during the war. These two are the most suitable. As for saying
, At present, the Jin people on the front line are aggressively attacking Tokyo, and the southeastern army in the rear has caused military chaos as soon as they set off. It is already a critical situation. A critical situation, wartime, in the army, plus the poems dedicated to the Double Ninth Festival, I really can't think of it. "
Wan Qixi, Liu Yan nodded in unison, and even Mrs. Wu nodded, as if she really understood. When Zhao Guanjia heard this, he also nodded, as if he really understood.
However, after Zhao Guanjia nodded, he spread out all the Tang poems in his hands and placed them in front of him: "What do you think of this poem?"
Everyone looked at it one after another, but each fell silent, and then their hearts moved slightly. It turned out that this poem was right next to Cen Shen's poem. It was a very appropriate Double Ninth Festival poem, but it only lasted twenty words.
As the saying goes: If you want to climb high, no one will bring you wine. If you feel sorry for the chrysanthemum in your hometown, you should bloom near the battlefield.
Wan Qixi and others were each thinking, but Zhao Guanjia had already stood up with a hint of drunkenness, and then walked forward with his hands behind his hands, obviously wanting to look far away... But Liu Yan and Mrs. Wu did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly followed.
To prevent accidents.
However, under the setting sun, Zhao Guanjia looked westward and eastward with his hands behind his back, starting from the Baihe River at the foot of the mountain, gradually looking into the distance, until he could no longer discern the horizon clearly, but he remained silent for a long time.
"Official!"
Academician Xiao Lin probably thought enough, so he stood up and came behind the official family, then prepared his words and spoke carefully. "Hu Canjun did not do this intentionally. He does not know the hardships and difficulties of the official family..."
Behind him, Hu Hongxiu's face turned red, but he didn't dare to interrupt at all. Wan Qixiu, who was also not easy to deal with, simply gave Hu Hongxiu a cold look.
After a while, Zhao Jiu came back to his senses. He shook his head slightly and said, "It has nothing to do with Hu Qing. The difficulties in my heart today are actually the same as the difficulties I encountered in the past two days. They were all anticipated, but it just happened."
It’s just uncomfortable... In fact, ever since Zhang Yongzhen’s fatal battle in Huaishang and the burning of orange lanterns in Huaishang, I have realized two things: first, the Jin people can definitely win, and the winner must be us; second, the winner is definitely us;
Then, if you want to defeat the Jin people, you must sacrifice countless lives for this! But there is another difficulty, that is, as an official of the Song Dynasty, why should I allow this person to sacrifice and not that person to sacrifice? Or
If you don’t sacrifice this, what about that sacrifice?”
Not to mention the two soldiers behind him, even Bachelor Xiaolin, who thought a lot before getting up, couldn't help but be stunned.
"Now that the deceased have passed away, I won't talk about the previous Zhang Zizheng and Xin Tongzhi. I will only say that at present, the Tokyo Sect's stay is extremely difficult, and the troops and horses in the southeast are not available. The Privy Council naturally wants me to make a decision on whether to continue to rest and recuperate.
Han Shizhong will go north to Shunchang Mansion immediately?"
Zhao Guanjia continued to speak in a low voice to everyone with his hands behind his back. His tone was as low as mumbling to himself. "If Han Shizhong goes to Shunchang Mansion, which is just south of Zhengzhou, Wanyan Wushu will definitely have to divide his troops to deal with it. It is even impossible to say that he can defeat this situation on the same day.
The fourth prince who had suffered a defeat was attracted in advance, and Tokyo would naturally be much more relaxed by then... But what about the sacrifices of Han Shizhong's troops who had not yet completed their rest? What about the people of Shunchang Prefecture? This is not to say who is Zongze or Han Shizhong
Damn it, who should stay in Tokyo or Shunchang Prefecture is a matter of choice, but if you say it in one sentence, if you put a little emphasis on it, I don’t know how many lives will be lost for it."
"The benevolence of the official family." Liu Yan sighed. "Previously, Commander Yang often talked about the benevolence of the official family with his ministers. I often compared it with the affairs of the Mingdao Palace that day to show that I already knew about it, but unexpectedly... still... made the officials laugh.
Already."
"I'm ashamed." Lin Jingmo also bowed his head helplessly.
"Take one step and count it!" Zhao Jiu shook his head again. "I am not saying this for you to praise, but my heart is heavy and I hate that I cannot set an example and can only let others die in vain, so I am a little ashamed...
You two join the army!"
"I'm here!"
"Here!"
Wan Qixi and Hu Hongxiu, who were fascinated by what they heard, quickly stood up in confusion.
"Go and tell the two prime ministers that I have decided to take Han Shizhong north to Yancheng!" Zhao Jiu said directly without looking back. "As for me, I will come back later!"
"yes!"
"Here!"
The two of them cheered up, saluted quickly, and then hurried away.
Just like that, not to mention that the Zhao Guan family, who had watched too much military affairs and drank too much Huanghua wine in the past few days, rarely felt sad. On the other side, Hu Hongxiu and Wan Qixiu hurried down the mountain, turned the corner, and looked up to see that the Zhao Guan family was still there.
Putting your hands behind your back and looking into the distance is also a reflection of your own thoughts.
For example, Wan Qixi, who was originally thought to be a young official, was forced to give up on himself by the cruel war, and even had some attitude of enjoying himself... This kind of thing has happened a lot throughout the ages... But unexpectedly, he didn't do anything from beginning to end.
She has lost her basic momentum and is just a bit benevolent as a woman.
And this point does not seem to be a problem for an official who was born as a feudal prince and is only twenty-two years old this year. On the contrary, he can be called a 'benevolent master'.
As for Han Shizhong's early departure to the north, it was new news to others, but to the new elite of the Privy Council, it had been discussed early on, and it was not worth mentioning.
However, there is still a major harvest today, and that is the poem that Zhao Guanjia pointed out, which is "in response to the situation"... "I pity the chrysanthemums in my hometown, and they should bloom near the battlefield"...isn't it talking about the Tokyo War? And the Guanjia family
Finally, he made up his mind to let Han Shizhong lead the Huaixi Army into Shunchang Prefecture in advance. Isn't it consistent with the official's mentality of caring about his hometown in Tokyo?
But here comes the question, didn’t Guan Jia just fall into the well and forget everything? How could he still pity the hometown chrysanthemum?
"Brother Yuanzhong (Wanqi卨), you said that the official family has sunk into the sunset, have you really forgotten the past, or are you pretending to have forgotten?" At this moment, Hu Hongxiu couldn't help blurting out.
Wan Qixi stopped and looked at the person beside him, speechless for a moment... Can you say these words? Can't you keep them in your heart? Haven't you caused enough trouble today?
Seeing this, Hu Hongxiu was about to say something more, but Wan Qixiu stamped his feet and ran down the mountain as if running away.
At the same time, Zhao Guan's family had no idea that a poem he wrote casually out of emotion for the war's devastation on people's livelihood actually aroused the thoughts of two Privy Council officials... He looked at the horizon for a while, only to feel that it was vast, and finally it was...
Feeling drunk, he turned around and walked slowly down the mountain.
ps: Good night everyone, have something good to eat on the weekend...