Chapter 434 Again
There was a sudden strong wind and cloud over the Bohai Sea, with waves and rain gradually approaching.
At this moment, Zhao Guanjia, who was sitting in the pavilion attached to the octagonal well of the Dalonggong Temple, was stunned for a moment. Then he continued to eat the milk cake while looking at the sea in the distance.
After a while, the wind blew up the waves, the clouds pressed down the rain, and the sea was indeed stormy. Zhao Jiu stood in the pavilion and saw from afar that the surrounding fishing boats were hastily returning to the island, but before they reached the shore, there were already surging white waves and heavy rain, which made people worried.
However, anyone with a bit of common sense knows that no matter how worried they are, no one can decide the safety and whereabouts of the fishing boats. It is just like the great tide of the times that has passed or is about to end, and countless people have been ups and downs with the times, unable to control themselves.
However, the war is over, a new era is about to come, and some things will eventually be settled.
The mountains and seas remain the same as they were thousands of years ago, and traces of the Qin Emperor, Wei Emperor, Wu Emperor, and Tang Emperor are still vivid in our minds. However, as nations rise and fall and times change, some things seem to remain unchanged, yet they seem to have already become completely different.
While I was thinking, huge waves had already rolled up, looking like a mountain… The island is naturally above the sea level, and although the Dalonggong Temple is at the foot of the southeast mountain, this famous octagonal well is in a lower position because of the need to draw water. Therefore, this place does not look stable, but rather faces the waves and wind.
As Zhao Guanjia stood beside the octagonal well, the speed at which the milk cake in his hand decreased gradually slowed down until it stopped.
Besides, when Zhao Jiu came to Chrysanthemum Island, he had the idea of visiting "Jie Shi" on the way. Of course, he thought of the poem "A Changed World". He was aware that he had reversed the situation between Song and Jin, and had made some achievements after ten years of hard work, so he couldn't help but feel excited.
However, he passed the Jieshi Mountain, climbed Qinhuangdao, and looked at the Jieshi in the sea, but he never spoke.
The reason is self-evident. It was early summer to midsummer at that time, the sky was bright, and the sea and mountains were calm. Where did the 'bleak autumn wind blow again' come from out of nowhere, and where did the 'heavy rain falls on quiet swallows' come from?
Moreover, Zhao Jiu had not yet received the news of the death of Qin Hui and his wife, Wanyan Wuben, Wanyan Hela, Wanyan Xiyin and others, so he was somewhat lacking in confidence in completely ending the war and was indeed a little timid.
Add the two together and there are no words left.
But then again, today, it is only a dozen days away from autumn, and the Jin Dynasty has been completely "destroyed", the Jurchens have surrendered, Goryeo and Mongolia are in fear, the northern border has been pacified, and a new order has begun to take shape. The mood and situation are naturally different.
Even, with the wind rising and the clouds surging, and the white waves flowing, he almost saw the exact same scene as in the poem, and was led to have some completely similar state of mind.
At this moment, in this situation, Zhao Jiu really wanted to hold the milk cake and sigh - this is a different world!
However, even though his heart was about to burst out, he still didn't read it out loud. It was as if there was a thin film in his heart, which made him lack the composure and sense of responsibility.
"Officials."
Liu Yan certainly didn't know what was going on in the Emperor Zhao's heart. He just watched the wind and waves grow stronger and the rain get heavier, and he stepped forward to break the agitation as per his duty. "It's too humid here, why don't we go back to the high ground to rest for a while...even if it's to enjoy the scenery, the view there is better."
"No need to do that." Zhao Jiu shook his head disapprovingly, and placed the plate on the stone tablet beside the octagonal well. He dusted his hands, then turned around and looked at his two confidants: "In fact, I just got a wonderful poem."
Speaking of this, Liu Yan naturally stopped talking, but Lu Benzhong immediately bowed his hands to greet him... When it comes to poetry, he is very confident... After all, what is professionalism?
"The poems written by officials must be wonderful." No matter what, let me start with a flattery.
"It's just something I came across by chance." Zhao Jiu smiled and shook his head with his hands behind his back. In the distance, the wind and waves were already rolling, and the rain and fog were all over the sky. "But what I came across by chance today is indeed wonderful... As for poetry, first of all, it depends on the person and the event. The one who wrote it is the emperor, and the one who wrote about major events, has some advantages; secondly, it depends on the rhetoric and allusions. If the writing is appropriate and can recall and echo, it will be a higher level; thirdly, it depends on whether there are similar ideas and similar words and sentences in the predecessors. If you can be the first to discuss it, it will be another level."
"Your Majesty, what you said is absolutely right." Lu Benzhong was a great poet, so he understood immediately after hearing what he said, and even without being asked, he could still give a complete explanation. "It's just like the poem by that Wan... that Young Master Zhao Liang this morning, which was full of domineering spirit and quite impressive, but because of his ridiculous identity and the purpose of his trip, the poem seemed to be inferior. But if the emperor recited it in person, at this time when Yanyun has returned and the Northern Expedition has won a great victory, it would be several levels higher. I think the 'wonderful' thoughts of the emperor at this time must be in line with the time, the scene, the people, and the situation, and it has literary talent and allusions, and the intention is lofty."
"good."
Zhao Jiu showed no shame.
Lu Benzhong thought about it, and then he was too lazy to continue to build up the atmosphere, and directly bowed: "I'm sorry, I would like to hear your 'wonderful'."
"Juren (Lü's Chinese name)."
Zhao Jiu looked at the heavy rain and waves outside the pavilion. Instead of reciting the poem, he suddenly returned to the business he had been doing at the beginning. "How long do you think the Northern Frontier will be at peace after this decree?"
"Of course it will take thousands of years." Lu Benzhong replied casually, but soon, after being away from the official for almost a year, he recalled his character and laughed at himself. "I'm not kidding... Three to five hundred years should be enough, right?"
"You're still kidding." Zhao Jiu also replied with a smile. "Two to three hundred years at most. In fact, even one or two hundred years is difficult."
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