Zhao Jiu was originally upset, fearing that he could not think of an excellent poem to agree with the other party, but when the other party's hand climbed up his arm, he realized that the other party's strength was not as strong as usual. He felt sad in his heart, but he could not bear to refuse.
Then, in a moment, all the items were ready.
Zhao Jiu sat at the table beside the kang, and Han Shizhong sat on the kang with his back against the wall, facing the paper and pen in front of them, and they both remained silent for a long time... There was no other reason, at this moment, one of them was still sad and confused, and the other was simply lacking energy, and both of their minds were completely blank... They didn't know what to think, what to think, and even more so, what to write.
After a long while, Han Shizhong coughed again, then raised his white-haired head and smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, if you can't write it, you can just copy a sentence or two... I am ashamed, but this is my personality. I don't want to live in peace for even a moment in my life."
Zhao Jiu nodded, picked up the pen, and wrote a sentence, but it was only one sentence, and he felt that it was wrong, but he was reluctant to erase it, so he couldn't write any more. On the other side, Han Shizhong thought for a long time, tried hard to pick up the pen, and wrote a crooked sentence, but he was exhausted and just looked at Emperor Zhao nervously.
Zhao Jiu knew what the other party was thinking, so he held up the sentence and showed it to the other party. The latter took one look and then he felt relieved and began to pant.
To be fair, even though everyone present knew that this occasion required solemnity and seriousness, at this moment, everyone could not help but look at what the two people had written... Zhu Xi, the Secretary of the Central Secretariat who came with them, happened to be standing at the end of the kang and saw it most clearly, but he could not help but sigh in his heart.
Moreover, although this official is always said to have lost his talent like Zhongyong and Jiang Lang, he is actually a truly romantic figure who has experienced many storms. After he puts pen to paper, he still has a few brilliant ideas. Just one sentence is enough to tell the story of the meeting between the monarch and his ministers.
No wonder the King of Qin, who loved fame, kept thinking about it until his death. He wanted people to think of Han Shizhong when they read this sentence in the future.
It turns out that what Zhao Jiu wrote was just:
If life would always be like our first meeting, why would the autumn wind paint the fan with sorrow?
On the other side, Han Shizhong looked at the single sentence that he didn't know whether it was a poem or a lyric, and felt relieved. He then looked at the sentence he had written, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised it with all his strength. The handwriting was crooked, as if he had exhausted all his strength, but it turned out to be an old poem, or an old "gatha", which was written by the fifth ancestor of the Linji sect, Shi Fayan, who was also the master of the famous monk Dahui:
Maybe it's because he has a healthy body and is handsome even without makeup.
Besides, the Linji sect is the most prominent sect in Buddhism in China and Japan today, and everyone present was educated, so they immediately knew that this was a line from an old poem...but they still felt it was appropriate.
The King of Qin should be so proud.
Moreover, his behavior on the battlefield throughout his life was indeed just like this verse: although unadorned, he was naturally handsome and naturally romantic.
Even people like Zhu Xi, who hated Buddhism and hoped that the original teachings would return to their original simplicity, could only sigh.
Han Shizhong tried hard to show the paper, but then his hands went limp and his head drooped back, as if he wanted to yell something. But when the words came to his lips, he only mustered up the last bit of strength to laugh: "I've had a lot of fun in this life!"
Then there was the sound of rapid breathing and faint sound of phlegm.
Zhao Jiu had seen life and death many times over the years, so he naturally knew that the time had come. However, he did not stay to watch his old friend breathe his last. Instead, he slowly stood up and walked out with his hands behind his back... but he did not leave. He did not dare to leave. He just stood outside in the corridor, staring at the snow that had not yet melted at the roots of the trees in the yard.
Not long after, there was a sudden cry in the house. Zhao Jiu looked calm, but his heart was trembling. It was because he was completely touched.
After a moment, the gray-haired Yang Yizhong did not dare to delay, walked out quickly, bowed his head and said what he had to say: "Your Majesty, the King of Qin has passed away."
Zhao Jiu nodded: "Big brother and second brother (the two princes) will take full responsibility for Liangchen's affairs after his death."
After saying this, without waiting for anyone behind him to agree, the green-robed Zhao Guanjia walked forward with his hands behind his back, and the attendants followed him. However, when he walked under the tree in the courtyard, he suddenly stopped, first looked at the snow residue under his feet, then looked up at the branches that had obvious green buds, and then turned around:
"Who among you can write a decree in the simplest and clearest way? No need to embellish the words, just state it directly and clearly."
Several attendants looked at each other in bewilderment. Wang Shipeng, the most senior official among the attendants, stepped forward and said solemnly, "Let the emperor know that Mr. Zhu's writing is simple and honest, without any erroneous meaning or ambiguous words. You can do it."
In fact, it doesn't matter who writes it. Emperor Zhao is used to passing notes. However, as the head of the accompanying servants, Wang Shipeng has the obligation to make work arrangements. This time it is the turn of the newcomer Zhu Xi to write.
Zhao Jiu nodded: "Then let Yuan Hui write it. The message is that I want to abdicate and become the Supreme Emperor... Once it is drafted, it will be sent to the East and West Government Offices, the Censorate, the Secret Council, and the Public Council."
After saying that, Emperor Zhao simply raised his hand and left.
Many people behind him, including Yang Yizhong and Wang Shipeng, were immediately stunned on the spot. A few people did not react and followed Zhao Guanjia forward a few steps, then suddenly stopped, their faces turned pale with horror. As a result, the stunned people in the front reacted and chased forward, and they immediately bumped into each other and made a mess.
After a lot of effort, a few strong men finally caught up with him, but they disregarded etiquette and knelt down in the courtyard to stop the emperor.
"The King of Qin has just left, do not disturb him." Zhao Jiu seemed to have expected this, and gave a serious order before everyone else. "Besides, this matter is not just a temporary thought of mine. Even if there are discussions, the ministers can come and discuss with me. You just need to draft the order!"
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