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The Banner Enters Yanyun Chapter 112: A Famous Disciple

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    "This is-" Li Shuang raised his head in confusion and looked at his father.  "This is for the golden man. A cunning rabbit has three burrows. Am I, Li Chuwen, worse than a rabbit?" At this point, a sneer appeared on Li Chuwen's face.  Tokyo Bianliang.  September in Bianliang is the most beautiful season of the year in this city. A single boat on the Bianhe River is packed with the year's autumn gifts, grains and specialties shipped from various prefectures and counties in the empire.  The lucky ones who live there can either warm a pot of good wine, cut a plate of fish breasts or half a pound of lamb, and invite friends to have a drink; or they can take their families to the market next to the Daxiangguo Temple for half a day.  It should be said that in the autumn of the third year of Xuanhe, there was no place on the planet where so many people could live as comfortably and civilized as the people in Bianliang City.  Jin Mingchi.  This place is located outside the Shuntian Gate in the west of Bianliang City. It was originally used for naval exercises. However, by the time of Emperor Huizong, since the south had already been pacified, the navy had become a display showing the royal atmosphere, and the Jinming Pool also became a  A garden for the royal family to visit naturally had a wall built around it to isolate the inside and outside.  In its south gate, from the south bank to the center of the pool, there is a giant arch bridge - Xianqiao, which is hundreds of steps long and has a wide bridge deck.  The bridge has three arches, "red lacquer railings and shields, and a row of wild goose pillars at the bottom". The center is bulging like a flying rainbow, which is called "Camel Rainbow".  At the head of the bridge, there is the Baojin Tower with five connected halls, located in the middle of the water. It has jade palaces, majestic pavilions, exotic flowers and stones, rare birds and monsters, docks and docks, warships and dragon boats, everything is complete.  At the end of the bridge, there is a group of halls called the Five Halls.  It was the emperor's living quarters during his recreation.  On the north bank facing the fifth hall, there is an "Aowu", also known as Longao, where the dragon boat is parked.  To the north of Xianqiao and near the east bank, there is a place facing north where banquets are given to ministers, called Linshui Hall.  In the main hall of the dragon boat, there are more than ten people sitting scattered, all wearing brocade robes and jade belts. One of them is about forty years old and wears a golden crown.  The two long sleeves were tied up with ribbons.  As he was waving his arms to beat the drum, the sound of the drum was so intense that it could not be heard.  Sudden.  The drumming stopped suddenly.  Everyone on the boat was stunned when they heard it, as if the drum sound was still in their ears.  "Officials, humble ministers are showing off their ugliness!" drummer.  No, it should be said that Zhao Xiang, the king of the Qin Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty, put down his drumsticks, bowed and saluted Zhao Ji, who was sitting at the head of the throne. This supreme king did not wear a crown on his head, but simply held it with a jade hairpin.  , and only wore a blue Taoist robe. The only thing that could show his noble status was a jade belt around his waist. He smiled and tapped his palms a few times, but it was the song "The King of Qin Possessed" that Zhao Xiang had just finished playing.  "Array Music", he smiled and said: "Brother Twenty-Seven is indeed the master of today's drums. If one were to judge the ranking based on drumming skills, this position in a certain family should have been done by you, Brother Twenty-Seven!"  " Zhao Xiang was humorous by nature, and he knew that Zhao Ji was very tolerant of those who could exchange poems and wine with him, so he responded with a smile: "If Brother Eleven spends his time writing, painting, throwing pots and making poems on drumming, we will  I'm afraid it won't work!" "Brother Twenty-seven is too modest, too modest!" Zhao Ji laughed, shook the whisk in his hand twice, and said with a smile to the people next to him: "Although a certain family is the supreme,  But it¡¯s rare to hear Da Zongzheng playing drums in person on weekdays. You don¡¯t have to listen to it in vain. You can also show your skills to Da Zongzheng.¡± It turns out that the people in this boat are Zhao Ji and Da Zongzheng, the king of Qin and Jin Dynasty, who is known as the ¡°Drum King¡± of Kaifeng!  By the way, they are all Zhao Ji's adult sons.  After listening to Zhao Ji's order, everyone stood up one by one, or wrote poems and lyrics, or chanted songs and poems. At that time, the Zhao Ji royal family did a good job in educating their children, and in addition, Zhao Ji's disciples more or less inherited Zhao Ji's  With my artistic talent, each of these princes' performances turned out to be impressive, which made the boss, my father Zhao Ji, couldn't help but nod slightly.  After a while, it was the turn of the prince Zhao Heng. He was still a young man in his early twenties at the time. He looked very upright, with a trace of panic on his face. He stood up and said: "Sir.  I have no poems to offer, only a short poem, and I would like to ask my father, Emperor Haihan, to read it!" "That's fine, you can come and listen to it!" Zhao Ji said with a smile.  "Yes, beat the drums and boring them, and use the troops enthusiastically. I will go south alone in the city of Tuguo. Follow Sunzi Zhong to level Chen and Song Dynasty. Without me, I will return, and I will be worried. Love lives in the right place? Love loses his horse? Where?  Looking for it? Under the forest. I hold your hand and grow old with you. If I don't live, I won't believe it.  After that, Zhao Ji showed a trace of displeasure on his face, and except for a few young ones, all the other disciples' expressions changed drastically.  It turns out that the short poem Zhao Heng chanted has a great origin. It is "Bei Feng Beats Drums" in "The Book of Songs". This ancient poem is divided into four lines and one section, and is divided into five sections. The first three sections are used to recruit people.  He narrates the scene of the expedition in his own voice; and the last two paragraphs are the soldier and his wife vowing to grow old together when they parted, but they did not want to fight together, the vows came to nothing, and the two were thousands of miles apart, never to be seen again.Unable to meet.  Zhao Heng's chanting of "Beifeng Beating the Drums" at this time apparently coincided with Zhao's plan to beat the drums just now, but in fact it was an opportunity to persuade the Jin Dynasty to attack the Liao Dynasty.  Everyone in the Zhao family on the boat is not a well-read poet. For example, they have read "Three Hundred Cantos of the Book of Songs" very early and are very familiar with it. How could they not know Zhao Heng's meaning.  "Haha, Brother Heng is chanting this poem now, which is consistent with the drumming of a certain family just now. It's just a bit of a coincidence. I have to drink a glass of wine as a penalty!" It was Zhao Xiang who spoke at this time. It turned out that the great sect was seeing  The atmosphere was not good, so I quickly jumped out to smooth things over.  "Heng'er, what Zong Zheng said is true, you have to drink one drink as a penalty!" Zhao Ji also adjusted his mood at this time and said to Zhao Heng with a smile.  "Your Majesty, I respect your order!" Zhao Heng was just a cowardly young man. He mustered up the courage to finish reciting the poem, but he was already feeling timid. He quickly raised his glass to Zhao Xiang from afar, drank it in one gulp, and heard the sound of Zhao Ji in his ears.  Voice: "As a prince, you must be careful in your words and deeds in order to be a teacher for the world. Do you understand?" At the end, Zhao Ji's voice was already quite stern.  "I know, I know!" Zhao Heng lowered his head, his figure already trembling slightly.  At this time, an old eunuch came in from outside and whispered a few words in Zhao Ji's ear. Zhao Ji nodded slightly, got up and walked outside, and came to a rather secret cabin. There was already a short figure.  The fat official was waiting. When he saw Zhao Ji coming in, he quickly got up and knelt down and said, "I pay my respects to Your Majesty!" "Ai Qing, please get up!" Zhao Ji stretched out his hand and smiled: "You and I are not in front of everyone now.  Forget about these false gifts! " "Your Majesty's great kindness can hardly be repaid by a humble minister! However, the courtesy of the monarch and his ministers cannot be abolished. If this is the case, what is the difference between human relations and animals?" The official knelt down and said:  After kowtowing twice, he took out a letter from his arms and said, "This is a secret letter from Yanjing. Your Majesty, please read it!" Zhao Ji reached out to take the letter, opened it, his face changed slightly, and his eyes couldn't help but shine.  He asked: "Is this Li Chuwen the person Aiqing talked about in the past?" "Yes, this person has long had the heart to go south. Since the humble minister fled south, there are still letters exchanged!" The man kneeling on the ground was answering.  It was Zhao Liangsi. Zhao Ji read the letter twice and became more and more excited. He said to the servant on the side: "Mr. Liang, help Zhao Qing's family up quickly. How can anyone talk like this!" "Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Gong Liang." Zhao  With the support of the old eunuch, Liang Si quickly stood up: "Your Majesty, this is a golden opportunity. Yelv Chun has established himself as emperor, and he is a rebellious minister and traitor. We, the Song Dynasty, are brothers of the Liao Dynasty. We fight for the brother country.  Thief, it's a matter of course, no one has anything to say!" Zhao Ji nodded slightly and did not answer. He stood up and paced back and forth in the cabin. It was obvious that he was quite excited at this time.  The news brought by Zhao Liangsi cleared a huge obstacle for him on the way forward, that is, having a good reputation.  Perhaps for modern people who have been immersed in Machiavellianism, this so-called "reputable teacher" is just a synonym for pedantry, but for the East Asian continent in the twelfth century, the country of etiquette and the righteousness of the monarch and his ministers were just like those in the 20th century.  The "democratic freedom" of the first century is generally still irreversible "political correctness".  Even as the emperor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, if he wanted to gather the strength of all his ministers and people, Zhao Ji could not ignore these.  The episode in the dragon boat just now was a clear example. He knew very well that the eldest son's actions were not out of his heart. This young man with a somewhat cowardly character was just a puppet of the scholar-bureaucrats behind him, but he could not completely ignore it.  The deeds of these people, after all, this country and this world do not belong to him alone, but are shared by him and these scholar-bureaucrats.  "Your Majesty!" Zhao Ji was awakened from his reverie by Zhao Liangsi's voice. He turned his head and saw the other party's bright eyes. Only then did he realize that the unescapable minister in front of him thought he had been shaken.  Zhao Ji couldn't help but smile. He decided to reveal some secrets that he shouldn't know to this minister who had already put everything on the gambling table. This was a little trick he often used to show intimacy to his favorite ministers.  "Mr. Liang, please tell Zhao Qing's family what happened just now!" "Yes!" The old eunuch responded and told the story of the prince's chant of "Bei Feng Drums". After hearing this, Zhao Qing heard that  Liang Si's face was already pale. He knew very well that ministers like him who fled south had no foundation at all. If the Northern Expedition failed, others might have a way out. The best outcome for him would be to be sent to Yuanhe Junzhou, where he would be trapped in the mist.  After this life, what was the purpose of abandoning the tomb of his ancestors and taking the risk of fleeing south?  "Zhao Qing's family, don't worry. I have made up my mind to conquer Yan. You have worked hard all these years. Others don't know it, but I still know it. Don't take it to heart what the rotten scholars around the prince say. You, my king and my ministers  Just speculating is enough!" Zhao Ji said this, casually took off the jade belt around his waist and handed it to someone.The old eunuch smiled and said: "You have worked hard for state affairs, so I will reward you with this jade belt!" 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