Fanfiction 14: Where My Heart Is at Peace - Song of the Cloud Bamboo
After the cavalry returned to Yuetai Camp from Wulahai City, they unknowingly spent the spring breeze, summer months and autumn rain of the seventh year of Jianyan in daily training, and time came to August 12 in a flash. Although the cavalry has always been required to follow the daily training, large-scale training consumes food and money after all, so the cavalry commander Qu Duan stipulated that collective training should be held every five or ten days.
On this day, we roughly practiced the formation coordination, and the rest of the time was to test the results of individual martial arts practice. Not only those who learned nothing but a show would be reprimanded or even abandoned by the captain, but even the foreign soldiers who were good at riding and shooting had to practice the sword, spear, stick and divine arm bow coordination methods passed down by the imperial camp army. This was also taken into consideration in actual combat. After all, on the battlefield, no one would specifically give you the opportunity to compete with archery alone, otherwise Qu Jiedu would not have been so panicked after Lou Shi's charge on Yaoshan.
All four teams finished their drills. Thinking that this was the last full-scale drill before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qu Duan simply ordered his guards to prepare a banquet from the best restaurant in the capital, and also prepared a Lanqiao Fengyue, to entertain Liu Qi, Li Shifu, Zhang Zhongfu, Zhang Zhongyan and other senior cavalry generals at Yuetai. Since Qu Jiedu had given face, the generals naturally cheered.
The pipa and the Qiang flute, the central army set up wine, and naturally there were no beauties singing and dancing in the tent under Qu Duan's rule. But Liu Qi was born in a military family, and everything was done properly. The young master was also known for his inner talent. Even Qu Duan, if he didn't say that he was both civil and military, he could quickly gather people's hearts.
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Qu Duan even left the table to persuade everyone to drink. As mentioned in the preface, it was rare for the great governor Qu to give face, and the generals stopped being pretentious and gradually let go of their words, drinking and boasting about their achievements, and thinking about the promise of the Northern Expedition three years later, and determined to make achievements immediately and give their wives and children a good fortune. There were even some who talked about going to fight directly, but Qu Duan laughed and let them go.
After persuading Liu Qi and Li Shifu, he turned to the Zhang brothers. Qu Duan bent over and poured the wine but did not pass it to them. Instead, he looked at Zhang Zhongfu meaningfully: "Although this is not our strong wine at the border, a drink of this wine can bring back a hundred emotions. Lanqiao Fengyue can also be called Yuguan wine. Xinfu, Caifu, would you like to drink this?"
Zhang Zhongyan subconsciously looked at his brother. In the shadow of the war, Zhang Zhongfu stared at his boss, whom he had followed for nearly 20 years since he joined the Zhenrong Army. He smiled slightly. Killing enemies and annexing colleagues, he had done everything he should and shouldn't do. However, he still had the lofty ambition of his youth and promised to be the best in the army. The scene of defeating the enemy and writing poems on the battlefield in the past was still vivid in his mind.
The autumn wind chills the horses at the frontier, and the setting sun casts a hazy glow on the Han flags.
You sing the military music, and I offer you the wine of Yuguan.
Why are you always thinking about the willows in Yanyun?
Zhang Zhongfu took the wine with both hands and drank it all in one gulp, without noticing the complicated expression on Xiahou Yuan's face not far away. He bowed generously and said, "I am willing to obey the governor." Zhang Zhongyan beside him also drank the wine happily.
The atmosphere gradually became more and more heated. At the end, Qu Duan, Liu Qi and Zhang Zhongfu even took "moon" as the theme and wrote in high spirits. Qu Duan wrote a seven-character quatrain, while Liu Qi used the tune of "Queqiaotian". Zhang Zhongfu also wrote a poem, "Moshanxi". As for Li Shifu, he played the fine tradition of ethnic minorities and performed horseback archery and horse-riding spearmanship. It was exquisite and unparalleled among the cavalry. In the end, even the soldiers of Wang De's imperial camp next door gradually came over to cheer and applaud.
But it is on this evening that we are feasting on Yuetai, enjoying poetry and wine while we are young; one day we will ride our horse to Yanyunzhou, and defeat the arrogant.
Bianjing City is not small, but not big either. The people of this dynasty love gossip, so two days later, even Zhang Jun heard about the high-ranking cavalry generals gambling on poetry at Yuetai. After discussing the festival rewards for the imperial camp with Liu Ziyu of the Ministry of War at the Xifu Festival Office, they talked about this matter. Liu Ziyu complained: "Qu Da has always been a capable person. Even if he had a reason to motivate his own cavalry, he shouldn't have done this at Yuetai and let other imperial camp troops see what it means."
Zhang Jun was also trying not to laugh: "I heard that Wang Zihua complained to his personal guards that instead of showing off his paper skills, it would be better for Qu Duan to go down and fight him for twenty or thirty rounds." Liu Ziyu hurriedly brought tea to cover his face and also laughed secretly. You have to know that Qu Duan couldn't even beat Wu Jie, let alone Wang De, who was ranked among the top three in martial arts among the ten governors.
"Then is Qu Jiedu willing to suffer this loss?"
"With Qu Da's personality, how could it be possible? He let Young Master Li finish drinking a jar of Lanqiao Fengyue before he could go on stage."
"...He is too petty."
The two men talked about a member of their own Mu Party without any politeness. Liu Ziyu suddenly said seriously: "Qu Jiedu's move reminds me that tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. According to the convention, the ministers of the three provinces and the six ministries will present poems to praise the emperor. Although the government is simple and many old rules have been abandoned, it has been hard for the past few years. Now it can be considered a clear and bright political scene. We are not as virtuous as Dongfu and Hu Mingzhong, so we should still consider the emperor's thoughts. The prime minister knows that I am not proficient in poetry, so I have to go back and find Zihui to write for me. Deyuan, please stay, don't see me off."
After saying that, Liu Ziyu waved his sleeves and went out, leaving Zhang Jun barely keeping his face calm. Zhang Deyuan always thought that he was the closest person to the emperor, and he did not reject the idea of being promoted by luck. He was even quite proficient in this, and he had thought about praising the emperor during the Mid-Autumn Festival. It was just that he was busy with court affairs and military affairs during this period, so he put it aside for a while. When Liu Ziyu reminded him, he remembered that his family did not seem to have prepared Mid-Autumn Festival poems.
It's troublesome.
In fact, as Zhang Shuxiang was a graduate of the Imperial Academy, he was not afraid of discussing the classics and history. He could even take off his official robe, put on plain Confucian clothes and debate with other students on classics. He could even write parallel and prose essays, let alone study the principles of the Book of Changes.
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