The people below did not dare to be negligent. The people who had stayed in Tokyo and had gathered since the banquet was moved to the courtyard came forward to offer paper and pen, and then faced each other with lights on.
Zhao Jiu was silent for a moment, then looked up at the moonlight above his head, and then carefully used his Huang style calligraphy to write an inappropriate poem.
As the saying goes:
The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night.
The wind blows and the stars fall like rain.
The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages.
The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot shines, and the fish and dragons dance all night.
Moth, snow willow, and golden threads.
The smile and fragrance fade away.
I searched for him everywhere.
When I look back suddenly, that person is there, in the dim light.
A poem called "Qing Yu'an" that was forced to be written during the Lantern Festival was finished. Some people in the audience who had an appreciation for literature were stunned. When it came to Zong Ze, he could not see it clearly, so he could only let Lin Jingmo come forward and recite it to him.
After hearing this, Zong Ze shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Tokyo's population is now less than 200,000, and there have been no lanterns for several years... But, it is a good word, and a wonderful word... Official?"
"I am here."
"This can't be an old poem by Yi An Jushi, right?"
"no."
"So the government is gradually remembering the story of Tokyo that day?"
"Yes." Zhao Jiu clasped his hands and sighed. "I remember it now... It is the story of that year, and it is deeply engraved in my mind now."
Zong Ze smiled and nodded repeatedly: "It's good for your Majesty to remember it, and it's good for your majesty to remember it forever... and with this poem as a foundation, I am already satisfied. Forgive me for my old age, please go back and rest."
"The lord who stays behind may leave now." Zhao Jiu's heart moved slightly, he immediately stood up with his hands put down, and led all the ministers to stand in silence.
Zong Ying, who had long been worried that his father might not be able to hold on, quickly helped his father up, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he walked from the side of the hall to the backyard until he disappeared.
The next day, Emperor Zhao, who lived in the grand but desolate Tokyo Imperial City, learned two pieces of news.
In the early morning, Zong Ying entered the palace in mourning and informed Emperor Zhao that his father, Zong Ze, the Privy Councilor of the Song Dynasty, the Governor of Tokyo, and the Deputy Marshal of the Army, had died peacefully on his bed at night without a sound. He was seventy years old.
However, after the news spread outside the palace, a complete explanation emerged, saying that Zong Liushou had left behind a poem "For My Sons" before he died last night.
The poem says:
I know everything is empty after death, but I am sad that I cannot see the whole country united. When the king's army retakes Yanyun, don't forget to go home and offer sacrifices to your father.
After leaving the poem, he became confused and unclear until his death, when he had a moment of clarity. He shouted loudly, "Come across the river," and died after three cries.
In the city of Tokyo, from Emperor Zhao down, everyone shed tears when they heard this.
But this matter was already expected, so it can't be called a surprise.
At night, when the city of Tokyo was in mourning, Han Shizhong suddenly sent a messenger on horseback to report that Wanyan Talan had fled wildly, abandoned Zhengzhou, and crossed the Yellow River to the north.
Only Yelu Ma Wu was alone and at a loss. On that day, he ran into Han Shizhong's vanguard Li Qiong and other troops. The two sides fought. At first, the Jin army was in the lead, but when Han Shizhong arrived with most of the Song army, the situation was reversed. In the end, Yelu Ma Wu was defeated under the city of Zhengzhou, the capital of Zhengzhou. Then he could only rely on the advantage of cavalry to force his way out of the battlefield, but his foothold was unstable all the way. He didn't even dare to cross the river. In the end, he could only flee to Luoyang, the Western Capital, in the west.
This news is somewhat unexpected.
PS: Good night everyone.
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