But there is no way. The Song Dynasty has its own national conditions. Who can do anything about it?
After seven or eight glasses of wine, it was the Lantern Festival again. As the emperor personally ordered a portion of Dongpo pork to be sent to the Taishang Yuansheng Emperor in the west of the city, it was inevitable to compose poems and lyrics... In fact, the southeast was originally a place where literature flourished. Let alone other things, just like the three leaders of the Yuezhou Gongge present here, the Lu, Shi, and Zhuge families, all have their own libraries at home. Among them, the Lu family has a collection of about 13,000 volumes. As early as a few years ago, after the third son Lu Yi was promoted to Tongpan, he returned the favor and took the initiative to propose that his family organize the copying of books and offer them to the court... Even the Shi and Zhuge families have collections of 10,000 and 7,000 to 8,000 volumes respectively.
This is where the prosperous literary atmosphere of the southeast comes from...and as long as the children from such families have the intention, they will naturally not be lacking in poetry.
However, literary style is one thing, but isn’t there a great poet named Zhao Guanjia sitting above him?
What if this turns out to be embarrassing?
So, everyone pushed each other and I retreated, but someone took the initiative to step out and bowed his head. He was feeling regretful that the emperor had not written a poem or an inscription on the lake today, so he wanted to ask Emperor Zhao to write a poem first to lead the way.
"You think too much."
Under the lights all over the mountain and the bright moon, the view was clear. The Emperor Zhao, who had changed into a soft-winged hat, sat on the top and shook his head and laughed. "The Lantern Festival is a good time to have fun together. Today, you can write poems regardless of the subject matter, whether they are good or bad. Just write them and let the officials read them. If you think they are good, you can drink a cup and then ask the name. If you think they are bad, just smile and leave. Why worry so much?"
After hearing this, everyone felt relieved.
Soon after, officials from Hangzhou Prefecture came up to distribute paper and pens. At this moment, Emperor Zhao picked up the pen and was about to write, but for some reason he suddenly asked about Lu Zhi, a new member of the Yuezhou Lu family's cabinet who had been promoted after Lu Yi was transferred to be the magistrate. He heard that the Lu family had a ten-year-old prodigy who was born on a boat. He could compose poetry at a young age and his name was Lu You... Was he here today?
Upon hearing that Lu You had gone to see the lanterns with his brothers and cousins during the day and could not be found for a while, the official finally felt relieved and began to write calmly.
After a while, the poem was completed, and then the former Minister of Rites Zhu Shengfei was appointed as the order official to stand up and recite the poem for everyone.
Others were fine. Zhu Shengfei himself was already a little wary at this time, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he could only stand up and agree.
But it's okay, if you read them one by one, they are all about BMWs and dragon boats, lights and moonlight, beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains, the emperor and the people enjoying themselves together, the prosperous scene of the restoration, etc. There are good ones and bad ones, and everyone is an expert, so they will naturally identify the poets with high level, and then call them out on the spot to drink wine and congratulate them.
For a while, everyone was having fun at the foot of Phoenix Mountain, and even Zhu Shengfei gradually lost his vigilance.
But soon, as a poem appeared in Ambassador Zhu's hands, the former Minister of Rites felt a buzzing on his forehead, and he knew that today would not end well.
"Why did Zhu Qing suddenly stop reciting?" Zhao Jiu urged on the spot.
Zhu Shengfei looked at Emperor Zhao, his heart numbed, but he finally held the manuscript and read it out with gritted teeth:
"The river flows eastward for 30,000 miles into the sea, and the mountain rises 5,000 feet to the sky.
The remaining people shed their tears in the dust of the barbarians, and look south to the king's army for another year. "
When this poem was uttered, everyone in the room was stunned. The whole day's romance, romance, and lights of Jinhu Lake also vanished into thin air.
"What do you think of this poem?" Zhao Jiu, who was sitting in the audience, seemed to be in a state of confusion, but he mentioned a name. "Lu Zhi, what do you think of this poem?"
Yuezhou Gongge Chief Lu Zhi really didn't know why such a thing and this poem would implicate him, but since the emperor had said so, he quickly left the table and faced the emperor head-on:
"So that the emperor can know that this poem is concise and points out the current situation. How can it be bad? However, since we are writing Lantern Festival poems today, this poem is suddenly listed, which inevitably makes it look a bit cynical..."
"Well said, it's quite pertinent." Zhao Jiu nodded, the soft wings of the futou on his head shaking for a while, but after making the judgment, he looked at Zhu Shengfei. "Mr. Zhu, which blind and cynical person wrote this? Don't you know that everyone is celebrating the Lantern Festival? Do you have to expose the scars now?"
Zhu Shengfei looked at Emperor Zhao, his heart chilled, but he could only force himself to remain calm and answer with all his strength: "The one who is cynical is none other than Emperor Zhao... The signature is Zhao Jiu from Cangzhou."
Besides, at this time, because the crows were scared away in the afternoon, there was a rare sound of crows crying on Phoenix Mountain. Therefore, the so-called dead silence is particularly appropriate to describe this moment.
At the same time, not far away, there was a bustling scene under the Leifeng Pagoda. The entire West Lake was like a big moon on the ground that could emit its own light, illuminating the surroundings like daylight, which formed a sharp contrast with here.
But to be honest, although Lu Zhi and others were frightened, when they thought about it, they didn't find it particularly strange. They just felt that the incident happened suddenly and they felt a little aggrieved... Come to think of it, wasn't it you, Emperor Zhao, who started this romance for an entire afternoon and night?
Moreover, even if Zhu and Liu had announced before they came that they were going to cause trouble, wasn't it resolved by your, Emperor Zhao's, trick? Why do you want me to come to you, and I will come to you? Why do you have to chase me relentlessly?
We have already said enough. Why do you, as an official, want to go against the moral code and launch a surprise attack?
"I'm wrong for ruining everyone's mood today." Just as everyone was silent with grievance, Emperor Zhao spoke again with emotion. "But you all must also understand my difficulties... I just realized when I picked up the pen that since I promised Han Liangchen the jade belt that day, I would never wear it again. And since I wrote "Qingyu Case" for Zong Zhongwu that day, how could I write Shangyuan Ci? And when I thought of Zong Zhongwu, I remembered that I had sworn a poisonous oath in front of Zong Zhongwu, saying that if I could not restore the two rivers, destroy the Jurchens, and unify the world, I would have nothing to live for and die without a complete body... And he also said that the reason why I would die without a complete body must be because if I die, I will be chopped by swords and axes on the battlefield... Thinking of this, I can't suppress my emotions, so I wrote this cynical poem, I hope you can forgive me."
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