"The world is vast and time is short, so why rush around?"
Fu Xiaoguan was slightly tipsy. He held up his wine glass and glanced at Yan Xiwen and the others. He raised his eyebrows and said, "When I have nothing to do, I'll gather a few close friends by the stream in the wild. We can chat about music and chess, or drink wine while the water flows by. We can talk about the rise and fall of the past and present, or sing poetry and wine... It's not too late to sing a song and return home. A song will sweep across the vast sea."
"Don't you think that kind of life is very pleasant?"
Yun Xiyan glanced at him, picked up his wine glass, and said under the influence of alcohol: "Sour, too sour!"
"Your Majesty, you are the Emperor of Great Xia! Why are you mourning the autumn and the moon? Your mood will affect us!"
"Daxia's great ship has just set sail. Don't forget that there are still 60 million people in Daxia who haven't escaped poverty! Are you planning to abandon them and go off on your own?"
"Have you forgotten that if Heaven had not given birth to you, Fu Xiaoguan, the world would have been a long night?"
"You've just illuminated the world and you're already thinking of running away? That's totally irresponsible. Come on, let's drink this glass of wine, continue setting sail, and continue to venture into the vast world!"
Fu Xiaoguan laughed, "Hahahaha, great, great, with you guys here, I feel like I've regained my fighting spirit."
"Three cups, three cups for everyone!"
"After we finish drinking this time, let's go to the Nevernight Market!"
Yan Xiwen was shocked. The commotion here had alarmed the entire Sifang Building, causing Huo Huaijin to quickly dispatch a regiment. If you go to Buyefang... wouldn't you have to dispatch a division?
No, we have to get this guy drunk here!
With this thought, Yan Xiwen stood up after three cups of wine. "Everyone, don't forget that our emperor is the most talented person in Daxia!"
He twisted the wine pot and poured a glass for Fu Xiaoguan, saying, "Over the years, you have governed the country internally and fought wars abroad, making great contributions to the prosperity of Daxia today. To the point that the people of Daxia have probably forgotten that you are also proficient in poetry and prose."
"How about you take advantage of today's joy and compose another poem on the spot so that we can see if your talent has declined?"
Yan Xiwen's proposal was immediately approved by everyone.
Ning Yuchun smiled and said, "Xiwen, that's very good." He turned to look at Yun Xiyan and said, "Minister Yun, is your 'Collection of Poems and Essays by Fu Xiaoguan' still on sale? Your Majesty can write another poem and include it in the collection. It will surely be a bestseller again!"
Yun Xiyan blushed, but admitted it generously:
"Back then, when I was struggling, I earned some money thanks to your Majesty's poems. To be honest, I was able to buy a house in Guanyun City thanks to selling your Majesty's collections of poems and essays."
"Now that we've moved to Chang'an, we need to settle down." He looked at Fu Xiaoguan, his eyes full of anticipation. "Your Majesty, I really hope you can write more poems and essays. This time, I promise to print the 'Fu Xiaoguan Poetry and Essay Collection' more beautifully. How about that?"
Fu Xiaoguan laughed loudly, and the incident of this guy selling his poems at the Jinling Lanting Collection came to his mind. Of course, he didn't care about it. Yun Xiyan was promoting his poems to the people in disguise, which also added a considerable amount of income to this guy.
He stood up, holding his glass. "Thinking back to those days... well, we're still young."
"Here, with this wine, I will tell you a story."
The emperor wanted to tell a story, and the place suddenly became quiet. They had seen this guy write poetry many times, but this was the first time he told a story.
Fu Xiaoguan took two steps in the spacious private room and slowly began to speak, "There once was a dynasty called... the Tang Dynasty. In the early years of the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Taizong Li Shimin worked diligently to govern the country, creating a peaceful and prosperous era. Later generations called it the Zhenguan Reign..."
He was talking about the story of Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, Wei Zheng, and ministers such as Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui. Wei Zheng's direct advice and Fang's counsel and Du's decisiveness created the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
This Tang Dynasty did not exist in the history of this world. In the ears of Yan Xiwen and others, it was the prosperous Great Xia Dynasty that His Majesty hoped for, a dynasty that would be passed down through the ages.
"Therefore, there must be close cooperation between the ruler and his subjects. The ruler is human and will make mistakes. The subjects are the ruler's mirror and must be able to speak frankly about the ruler's mistakes, downfalls, and errors."
"I've told you all before, we're ruler and subject in the court; that's protocol. In life, we're all friends. As friends, we should speak our minds like Wei Zheng, and govern Great Xia like Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui, treating it like our own."
"These are my sincere words. I also hope that we can work together as ruler and subject to make Daxia even more prosperous, and that your names will be immortalized in the history books of Daxia!"
When he finished speaking, everyone stood up and raised their glasses together.
Qin Mowen and others felt very emotional. Fu Xiaoguan was still the same Fu Xiaoguan they knew in Jinling.
He didn't become complacent about Daxia's current prosperity, nor did he rest on his laurels. His only problem was that he wanted to let go of his responsibilities...
"Your Majesty, we should also emulate ministers like Wei Zheng, Du Ruhui, and Fang Xuanling, and assist Your Majesty in creating another prosperous era for the Great Xia. Come, let's have a toast together!"
After a glass of wine, Fu Xiaoguan shouted, "Pen and ink are ready!"
Liu Jin hurried out to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Fu Xiaoguan did not look like an emperor at all at this moment. He seemed to have returned to his youth.
"Um...my handwriting is still ugly. Xiwen, you take the pen."
Yan Xiwen ran over happily, picked up the brush, dipped it in thick ink and looked at Fu Xiaoguan.
"This poem is called "Drinking Wine"
He stood in front of the window, looking at the brightly lit Nevernight Square, took a deep breath, and recited:
"Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns?"
A majestic aura suddenly emerged, and Ning Yuchun and others suddenly widened their eyes. Yan Xiwen was stunned for two breaths before he hurriedly put pen to paper.
"Have you not seen the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned to white in the evening?"
"When life is good, enjoy it to the fullest, don't let the golden cup face the moon empty"
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This is a long poem with a complex five-tone composition and an extraordinary atmosphere. The emotions throughout the poem fluctuate greatly, like a rushing river with waves crashing against the shore. The momentum of the poem is as powerful as moving a tripod and a mountain.
Everyone held their breath at this moment. Yan Xiwen seemed to be affected by the emotion in the poem. The words on the paper actually changed from regular script to cursive script, and he wrote the last stroke:
I have a horse with five colors and a fur coat worth thousands of gold. I will call my son to go out and exchange it for good wine, so that we can share our eternal sorrow.
Is this worry?
All the saints and wise men in ancient times were lonely...so this is not sorrow, but the loneliness he felt when he reached the top.
When he wrote this poem, his intention was still to cherish the friendship between him and his friend.
"This masterpiece of the world should be recorded in the first row of the thousand stone tablets!"
Yan Xiwen put down his pen, walked back, picked up the wine pot, and poured another glass for Fu Xiaoguan. "I toast you three glasses!"
That night, Fu Xiaoguan was very drunk.
That night, the song "Song of the Wine" spread among the people of Chang'an.
The next day, all the 380 brothels in the Never-Sleeping Street knew about it, and His Majesty's reputation was once again greatly known!
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