Liu Dazhong was slightly startled, and quickly bowed: "I am ashamed to accept this."
"This year is already the ninth year of Jianyan, and I am already twenty-eight or twenty-nine... As the saying goes, time flies by like a flowing river." Zhao Jiu ignored him and continued to sigh. "When I look in the mirror occasionally, I can see a few gray hairs. Even if I don't look in the mirror, I can see that I have some wrinkles at the corners of my eyes by looking at the old ministers around me..."
"Your Majesty!" Lu Yihao couldn't help himself. "Don't underestimate yourself."
"I am not self-deprecating." Zhao Jiu shook his head and smiled. "On the contrary, it is because of this that I am so anxious... As the saying goes, an ant climbs a locust tree to boast of a great country, how can an ant shake a tree? The west wind blows, leaves fall in Chang'an, and arrows fly. There are so many things that are always urgent; the world is turning, and time is pressing. Ten thousand years is too long, we must seize the day."
Lu Yihao was slightly touched, and finally became sad for a rare moment. Even Xu Jingheng and Liu Dazhong couldn't help but look at each other, thinking for a moment.
Zhao Jiu also continued to hold his sword down and said calmly: "What Liu Qing said is very good, and the reason is very right, but so what? Are we not going to do anything? Besides, why do I have to ask for a law that will last forever? How many times can I swing this sword before it becomes dull? Liu Qing, first of all, I re-issued the Qingmiao loan, sold lottery tickets, issued national bonds, lowered myself to trade with the four barbarians, and won over the Western Liao and Mongolia, including the time when I drove you away from Bai Ma. I never did it for the sake of eternal stability or eternal admiration. I just made a short-term preparation for the Northern Expedition and the recovery of the two rivers, so as to have a clear conscience. ! As for my Northern Expedition, even if everything goes smoothly and I unify the country, I will be in my thirties. Then I will spend five or six years to clean up the broken north, and another five or six years to restore the general situation and reduce some taxes in the southeast, and I will be in my forties or fifties... By then, I will be exhausted both physically and mentally, and I will pass on the throne directly and go to the Imperial Academy to study the original knowledge... What happens later, what does it have to do with me? To put it bluntly, after I die, who cares if Mount Tai collapses or the Yellow River splits, what does it have to do with me? What does it have to do with you? We are alive just to do our best and do what we think is right!"
When Liu Dazhong heard this, he was half depressed and half emotional, and even had a tear in his eye: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty also doesn't know what to do... But since ancient times, there have been saints with unique skills, so there must be a law that will last forever! Your Majesty, you don't have to be like this!"
"Maybe." Zhao Jiu suddenly grinned. "But it's not your turn or mine to worry about it... I have such a sword now, and I am full of hope, just hoping that before this sword becomes blunt, I can move forward without hesitation, break the shackles, and see the unification of the country! As for the future, it won't be too late to talk about it after this incident."
Liu Dazhong became increasingly depressed.
Zhao Jiu also turned around and walked away with his sword. After walking a few steps, when he was about to return to the case, he probably felt that his words were a bit bleak, especially in front of a retired old official like Liu Dazhong, it seemed too much, so he finally looked back with a serious face:
"Liu Qing just said that the wealth of the world, if not in the government, is in the people. I deeply agree with that. But is the wealth of the world really fixed? Fields left uncultivated are not the same as fields cultivated and produced by people, right? Gold and silver left in the ground with no one digging them up are not the same as gold and silver dug up and owned by people, right? Therefore, I have always believed that success depends on human efforts and wealth is created by human efforts. If we can work hard to increase the wealth of the world, then there may be a smooth road ahead."
Liu Dazhong replied without hesitation: "Then may I ask the government, how can we make the wealth of the world grow and increase? How can we take this broad road?"
"Of course it is the original learning." Zhao Jiu reviewed it again.
Liu Dazhong was stunned.
Zhao Jiu suddenly laughed, "You don't think that my advocacy of original learning is just to suppress Taoism and the old party, do you? I'm telling you the truth, I really believe in original learning, and I really put the world's hopes on original learning that seeks truth from facts and emphasizes utilitarianism."
After saying that, Zhao Jiu saw that the other party finally stopped talking and just stood there desolately, but he continued to walk back, dragging his sword. When he walked behind the table, he felt a little bored, so he simply did not join the table. Instead, with his back to the lights of thousands of homes in West Lake and the many suspicious people at the foot of Phoenix Mountain, he dragged his sword upwards, actually preparing to go back to the palace.
The surrounding close ministers and guards hurriedly dropped their banquets and followed, but unexpectedly, at this moment, the flock of crows that had been scared away before finally returned to their nests... Countless crows kept making noises, gathered from all directions, and returned to Phoenix Mountain.
Zhao Jiu stood there and saw the crows covering the sky above his head, almost blocking the entire moon. He found it interesting, and then his mood suddenly changed. Coupled with his evil taste, he walked up the mountain path with his hands behind his back and dragged his sword. The sword hit the stone steps with a crisp sound, and he began to mutter to himself.
Moreover, the voice was getting louder and louder, and the tone was passionate but also slightly playful, so that it could be heard clearly at the foot of Phoenix Mountain where only the sounds of birds could be heard. It was the "Short Song" that Cao Mengde wrote when he tried to go to the south of the Yangtze River.
The poem says:
"Let's drink and sing, what is life like!
Like the morning dew, the past days are filled with suffering.
Be generous when you are moved, and be unforgettable when you are worried.
How to relieve worries? Only Du Kang.
Your green collar is always in my mind.
But for your sake, I have been pondering it until now.
Deers are calling, eating apples in the wild.
I have guests, playing the harp and the flute.
As bright as the moon, when can it be picked?
Worry comes from it and cannot be stopped.
Crossing the fields and paths, it is in vain for us to stay together.
We talked about the past and remembered the old favors.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the magpies fly south.
I walked around the tree three times, but found no branch to hold on to.
Mountains never tire of being high, and the sea never tires of being deep.
Duke Zhou spits out food for his guests, and the people of the country are at peace. "
By the end of the words, they had actually gradually become inaudible as Emperor Zhao walked into the palace. But perhaps because everyone knew the poem, the people at the foot of Phoenix Mountain still followed the emperor's voice and filled in all the verses in their minds.
This can be regarded as the emperor drawing his sword and composing poetry, and he can then go back and brag about it.
Most of the educated people in the southeast had this idea.
PS: Thanks to the new leader, I, the plant, despise zombies! I continue to wish everyone a happy new year.
By the way... I felt like I hadn't had urticaria for several years, but suddenly, I didn't know why, it recurred, and then I was restless the whole time, scratching every five minutes, scratching hundreds of bloody holes on my body and couldn't stop. I seriously suspect that I will have a miserable year.
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