After saying this, the official threw his head back and laughed loudly. He laughed for a long time, and tears came out of his eyes. Several people in the audience tried to laugh with him several times, but none of them could.
Finally, Zhao Jiu stopped laughing, and then, drunkenly, in front of the statue that had been hit on the forehead with an axe, he solemnly announced: "Everyone, I have just proved one thing, that is, the achievements we made in the past ten years to destroy the Jin Dynasty and succeed the Song Dynasty were not due to the grace of heaven... at least not mainly due to the grace of heaven... After all, the real driving force behind this great achievement was you, all the Song people in this world! The living, the dead, the people who came, and the people who didn't come! All of them!"
Lu Haowen was well prepared and should have taken the lead in responding again, but for some reason, perhaps because of his old age or because he had drunk a few glasses of wine, when he heard the official's drunken words, the prime minister suddenly felt a lump in his throat and was at a loss for a moment.
But Emperor Zhao didn't care. As soon as he said this, he turned around and signaled to Yang Yizhong: "Chop up this wooden sculpture and fill it into the well in the backyard, so as not to delay everyone's banquet! As for the ministers, return to your positions. Today, we will not talk about the future, nor will we care about the past. Let's just close the door and have a wild and unrestrained time to celebrate the victory!"
Everyone was shocked.
On that day, the sky was clear, the air was fresh, and the breeze was gentle. Emperor Jianyan got drunk in Mingdao Palace and returned to Tokyo three days later.
On the day of returning to Beijing, Hanlin scholar Lu Benzhong published a new poem "Lang Tao Sha" written by the official family on Chrysanthemum Island a month ago in his tabloid.
Words:
Heavy rain falls on Youyan,
White waves are surging,
Fishing boats outside Qinhuangdao.
There was no ocean at all.
Do you know who to go to?
Thousands of years have passed,
Wei Wu waved his whip,
There are some lost poems on the east side of Jieshi.
The bleak autumn wind is here again,
It's a different world.
The book is finished.
PS: Thanks to slyshen for the cuteness.
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