Zhao Jiu nodded and took it casually. He couldn't help laughing after just one look, and then read out the title of the poem in front of everyone: "This is Cen Shen's "Accompanying Doctor Feng on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month Climbing the Mountain"... Doctor Feng is Feng Changqing, right?"
"That's right." Scholar Xiaolin responded. "I remember this poem, which goes, "On the ninth day of the ninth month, I drank yellow flower wine, and heard it in the past when I climbed the mountain. The frosty power chased the second prime minister, and the murderous aura surrounded the central army. The transverse flute startled the migrating geese, and the sweet song fell from the clouds at the border..."
After reciting to this point, Scholar Kobayashi suddenly stopped talking, and Wanqi Xie turned pale and looked at Hu Hongxiu, the instigator who was already a little panicked.
Zhao Jiu didn't take it seriously. He picked up the book and read it carefully, shaking his head and reading: "Fortunately, nothing happened at the border. I am drunk and dancing for my king."
At this moment, Liu Yan and Madam Wu also looked strange...somewhat angry, and somewhat helpless.
There is no other reason, the poem "Fortunately, there is nothing happening at the border" is too sarcastic. Cen Shen and Feng Changqing took a break from their busy schedule to climb the mountain, but what do you think of yourself, Lord Zhao?
However, maybe it was because Zhao Jiu, an engineering student, had a low level of education and did not have muscle memory as a foundation like writing and archery, so after reading it once, he stared at this useless "Tang Poetry Collection" for a long time before he realized: "Is General Hu admonishing me?"
Being left out for so long, Hu Hongxiu was already at a loss... After all, he was born in a wealthy family. If he had the courage to advise the emperor in person, he would have written a letter with Chen Dong to "criticize the emperor" long ago. Why did it come to this? And just now, he handed the poem down with the intention of "concealing the advice". How could he have thought that Emperor Zhao would ignore it and speak out directly?
"No problem." Zhao Jiu continued to look at the poetry collection in his hand, obviously not taking it seriously. "General Hu also means well... Don't worry, we have to make a decision today, and I won't delay it."
Hu Hongxiu could only nod.
"In fact, if it weren't for the last sentence, this poem by Cen Shen would be extremely appropriate for the situation." Zhao Jiu continued.
"This poem is indeed a little inappropriate." Liu Yan also nodded solemnly: "However, this poem is inappropriate with Li Bai's poem just now. What else is appropriate? I really don't know what other poems there are!"
"It is indeed difficult." Scholar Xiao Lin also spoke calmly. "Now we are in wartime and in the army. There are not many poems related to Double Ninth Festival in wartime and in the army. These two are the most suitable. As for the fact that the Jin army is attacking Tokyo on the front line, and the army in the southeast has caused military chaos as soon as it set out, it is already a dangerous situation. Dangerous situation, wartime, and in the army, plus poems dedicated to Double Ninth Festival, I really can't think of it."
Wanqi Xie and Liu Yan all nodded, and even Mrs. Wu nodded as if she really understood. When Emperor Zhao heard this, he also nodded as if he really understood.
However, after Emperor Zhao nodded, he spread out the collection in his hand and placed it in front of him: "What do you think of this poem?"
Everyone went to look, but remained silent. Then they were moved slightly. It turned out that this poem was right next to Cen Shen's poem. It was a Double Ninth Festival poem by Gao Shi, but it was only twenty words long.
As the saying goes: I want to climb high, but no one brings me wine. I pity the chrysanthemums in my hometown, which should bloom beside the battlefield.
Wanqi Xie and the others were thinking about their own things, but Emperor Zhao had already stood up, still a little drunk, and then walked forward with his hands behind his back, obviously wanting to see what was ahead... and Liu Yan and Madam Wu did not dare to be negligent, and hurriedly followed beside him to prevent any accidents.
However, as the sun set in the west, Emperor Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, looking eastward. His sight started from the Baihe River at the foot of the mountain and gradually stretched out into the distance until the horizon became unrecognizable. He remained silent for a long time.
"Officials!"
Scholar Xiaolin probably thought enough, so he stood up and walked behind the emperor, then carefully prepared his words. "General Hu did not do it on purpose. He does not know the emperor's hard work and difficulties..."
Hu Hongxiu's face flushed behind him, but he didn't dare to interrupt. Wanqi Xie, who was also in a difficult situation, simply glared at Hu Hongxiu coldly.
After a while, Zhao Jiu came back to his senses, and then he shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with Hu Qing. The difficulties I feel today are actually the same as the difficulties I encountered in the past two days. They were all expected, but it was still uncomfortable when the time came... In fact, since I experienced Zhang Yongzhen's death battle on Huai River and lit the Little Orange Lantern to enter Huai River, I have realized two things: First, the Jin people will definitely win, and we must be the winners; second, if we want to defeat the Jin people, countless lives must be sacrificed for this! But there is another difficulty, that is, as the official of the Great Song Dynasty, what basis should I have to let this one sacrifice and that one not? Or if this one doesn't sacrifice, what about that one?"
Not to mention the two soldiers behind him, even Scholar Kobayashi, who had thought a lot before standing up, was stunned.
"The deceased is gone, so I won't talk about Zhang Zizheng and Xin Tongzhi. At present, the situation of the Dongjing Zong garrison is extremely difficult, and the troops in the southeast cannot be used. The Privy Council naturally wants me to make the decision. Should Han Shizhong, who is still resting, go north to Shunchang Prefecture immediately?"
Emperor Zhao continued to speak in a low voice with his hands behind his back, as if he was mumbling to himself. "If Han Shizhong went to Shunchang Prefecture, which is south of Zhengzhou, Wanyan Wushu would have to divide his troops to deal with it. He might even be able to attract the fourth prince who had suffered a defeat that day. By then, Tokyo would be much more relaxed... But in that case, what about the sacrifice of Han Shizhong's troops who have not yet completed their rest? What about the people of Shunchang Prefecture? This is not about who should die between Zongze and Han Shizhong, and who should stay between the people of Tokyo and Shunchang Prefecture. It's a question of choosing one or the other, but if you say it with a little emphasis, countless lives will be lost."
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