Song Mingyue

Chapter 193 He Xibai Happened

At the foot of Tribulus Mountain, the twilight was heavy, and the entire grassland was shrouded in a smoky night.

In the tent of the Jurchen Central Army, Emperor Wanyan Aguda of the Kingdom of Jin personally hosted a banquet to receive the envoys of the Song Dynasty, accompanied by important officials and generals of the Kingdom of Jin, including the second prince, fourth prince and seventh princess of the Kingdom of Jin.

During the four-year sea alliance between Song and Jin, envoys came and went many times. This was the highest standard of courtesy for envoys of the Song Dynasty.

Not only Zhao Hao treated each other with honored guests, but Yang Keshi, Han Shizhong and other six generals also became honored guests.Although the six generals except Yang Keshi were not of high rank, their performance in the daytime martial arts competition convinced the Jurchens.

The Jurchens have always been vulgar, and they don't have any delicate dishes, let alone in the military camp, there are only large pieces of meat and big bowls of spirits.

However, it is said to be strong wine, but in fact it is only spicy, and the alcohol content is not high, and the Jurchen did not brew high-concentration wine.

During the banquet, there were staggered cups of wine and chatter, even the most arrogant Wanyan Loushi and others became extremely low-key, especially seeing that even a white-faced young man like Zhao Hao could suffer a lot from eating meat, drinking in a big bowl would not be a problem. Vague, but also admired in my heart.

During the banquet, Wanyan Aguda was so happy that he personally signed the letter of credence, and the two sides reached an agreement on the alliance breaking the Liao Dynasty.

Song and Jin respectively marched to attack Liao, among which Jin army captured Liao Shangjing and Zhongjing Dading Mansion, Song army captured Liao's Xijing Datong Mansion and Nanjing Xijin Mansion.After the Liao was destroyed, the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun were returned to the Song Dynasty, and the rest of the Liao land was returned to the Kingdom of Jin.

After Wanyan Aguda stamped the big bright red seal on the letter of credence, Zhao Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

To make Jin's mission successfully completed, now he only needs to ensure that he returns to Bianjing alive.

The letter of credence was signed, and the banquet also reached its climax, and the two sides toasted together to celebrate.

Suddenly, Yang Pu raised his glass to Zhao Hao and said with a smile: "Your Majesty has always liked the poetry of the Han people. I heard that you are good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. You know everything about poetry and songs. For today's event, can you please write a poem for Your Majesty? commemorate?"

Before the words fell, all the Nuzhen soldiers applauded loudly.

Especially Wanyan Xue, who applauded persistently.

Wanyan Aguda also looked at Zhao Hao with a smile on his face, his eyes full of anticipation.

Zhao Hao looked at Yang Pu coldly, looked around for a while, thought for a moment in his mind, and said with a calm smile, "Okay!"

Wanyan Agudagui is the Great Jin Emperor, he is just a distant clan of the Song Dynasty, an official of the fourth rank, there is nothing wrong with writing lyrics for Wanyan Aguda.

It's just that if the word is not done well, even if it has a slightly flattering meaning, it may be criticized by those scholar-bureaucrats in the future, and they will be blamed for being servile to foreign races.

This Yang Pu didn't have any good intentions, he just wanted to dig a hole.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone that had just signed the letter of credence hadn't been removed yet, Zhao Hao walked slowly to the desk, picked up the brush, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote a line or two on the rice paper.

Yang Pu, Wanyan Zongbi, Zong Wang, Wanyan Xue, Wanyan Xiyin and others all surrounded him.

"Broken for a while."

"Looking at the sword while drunk, I dreamed of blowing the corner of the company."

The two lines of big characters on the rice paper penetrate the back of the paper, dripping freely, sharp and full of arrogance, just like cutting gold and jade, it is a thin gold body.

The words are amazing, but the first two sentences are even more majestic, full of passion and extraordinary writing.

Even though Wan Yanxue's delicate and crisp voice read it, it still shows the author's iron bones and lofty ambitions, which made Zhou Zonghan and others who are familiar with Han poetry couldn't help but applaud.

With just these two sentences, Yang Pu's face showed a look of disappointment.

It's frustrating not to be able to dig a hole, but the most important thing is that even though he is known as the first civil servant of the Great Jin, he can't make such words...

And the Seventh Princess Wanyanxue, when she read these two sentences, looked at Zhao Hao with a completely fallen look.

Zhao Hao just paused for a moment, and continued to swipe out the ink brush in his hand.

"Eight hundred miles of fire under the command, and the sound of fifty strings turning outside the fortress."

"Autumn soldiers on the battlefield."

"The horse made Lu Feifei, the bow is like a thunderbolt."

"Solve the affairs of the king and the world, and win the name of life and death."

"He Xibai happened!"

This poem was written by Xin Qiji. At this time, Xin Qiji had not yet been born, so naturally he would not be exposed, and because of his arrival, it is hard to say whether Xin Qiji can still write this poem. Bury this good word.

Only, he changed the last sentence.

The original text is "Poor things happened in vain!"

Xin Qiji is patriotic, but he also pursues fame.If you win the first battle and become famous, you will not only "solve the affairs of the king and the world", but also "win the fame before and after your life", isn't it great!If it stops here, it is really a "strong word".

However, in the era when the government was controlled by the capitulation faction, there were no conditions for the production of real "strong words". What was written above was nothing but an ideal pursued by Xin Qiji.

Xin Qiji unfolded his rich imagination and turned himself into a general in the poem. He had just climbed to the peak of ideals, but suddenly plummeted, fell back to the cold reality, and sighed deeply: "It's a pity!" Become a bubble.Thinking that I have lofty ambitions, and "serve the country without a battlefield", I can only drink wine in sleepless nights, I can only "look at the sword with a lamp while drunk", and I can only race on the battlefield in "dreams", and I am happy for a while... ... This situation is indeed "sad".

However, who "poor" him?
Due to the incompetence of the king and the court, Xin Qiji could only die in depression. The tunnel of history echoed "Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"

And Zhao Hao changed the last "poor" to "what a pity", making this poem an out-and-out "strong poem", majestic and majestic!

I want to save the people from the fire and water, keep the enemy out of the country, laugh about drinking the blood of the Xiongnu, eat the meat of the barbarians hungry, and let my hair grow green and white.
After writing the song "Baozhenzi", the audience fell silent. Zong Han, Zong Wang, Zong Bi, Xi Yin, and Yang Pu were all familiar with Chinese poetry, and they were shocked by this "strong Ci" live.

Zong Bi presented the rice paper to Wanyan Aguda. The old emperor of the Kingdom of Jin carefully read it several times, and finally couldn't help admiring: "Good words, good words... There is a son in the Song Dynasty who is a dragon and a phoenix, so why not worry about it?" Xing? It's a pity... come here to pay respects to Mr. Zhao, and wish that the Song and Jin countries will have a good relationship forever!"

Zhao Hao also got a little excited, got up hastily, raised his glass to greet him, and drank it all in one gulp.

Aguda has no regrets, and no one knows what he regrets.

Maybe it's a pity that the status of Zhao Hao's clan is destined not to be reused, and ambition is hard to repay.

Perhaps it's a pity that such an outstanding man cannot be used by him.

Zong Wang, Zong Bi and others raised their glasses to toast Zhao Hao.

During the banquet, Wan Yanxue retreated back to Aguda's side at some point, with a pair of wonderful eyes, but she couldn't leave Zhao Hao again.

Although he hadn't drunk much, those eyes that were like autumn water were already filled with a strong sense of alcohol.

Extraordinarily handsome, heroic, courageously crowned among the three armies, imposingly talented, unyielding, and full of pride... In this world, how could there be such a perfect man, so perfect that she was thrilled.

I am used to seeing those Jurchen men with long knives and fast horses, bending bows to shoot vultures, drinking in big bowls, eating large pieces of meat, and licking blood with the knife head. It's like... After walking a long trail mixed with cow dung and mud, I suddenly saw a broad avenue covered with flowers and floor tiles.

The voice and smile of this young man from the south has already melted into her heart, and the rich and mellow love has melted into her bones and cannot be erased.

If you can connect with Lizhi, if you can fly wing to wing, you will die without regret...

At this moment, her heart has completely fallen for him, and she cannot extricate herself.

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Finally, as the night approached two o'clock, the joyful banquet finally came to an end, the Jurchen officials left one after another, and Zhao Hao was also placed in a gorgeous and secluded tent.

The voices of people outside the tent have also gradually quieted down. People in twos and threes came out supporting each other, and some were still singing.

The singing finally quieted down, and the sound of the wind blowing on the grassland turned into the most desolate and majestic grievance song, which made people feel sad and depressed.

In the boundless sky, the stars have sunk, and it seems that Zhao Hao is the only one left on the vast grassland.

Zhao Hao drank so much wine for the first time, his whole body was hot, he tossed and turned, and couldn't fall asleep. Suddenly, the curtain door of the tent was lifted, and there was a person standing at the door.

Zhao Hao was startled, and immediately jumped up.

A slender figure stepped into the moon, white clothes fluttering like snow, and the black hair hanging down her neck was blown to pieces by the night wind. The woman who cut off her neck, with a flowery smile, stared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, with With a bit of joy, a bit of love, and a bit of shyness.

Zhao Hao's expression changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Your Highness, what are you doing here?"

Princess Wanyan Xue didn't speak, the snow-white clothes had already slipped down her shoulders, revealing her smooth, satin-like skin.

Light shirt, still sliding...

Zhao Hao was stunned again, his whole body stood still, not daring to move again, suddenly like a dream.

Wanyan Xue stared at Zhao Hao bewilderedly, the expression in her eyes was like a moth to a flame.

As long as she has loved and possessed tonight, she will die without regret...

Han women are flesh and blood made of water. Even though they miss a lot and love each other, they hide it in their hearts, write it on paper, and entrust it to the sound of the piano; women of foreign races have a heart made of fire. They dare to love and hate. If you want to love, you have to go vigorously, even if it is a moth to the flame, you must go forward bravely, even if you are smashed to pieces, you will not hesitate.

Zhao Hao is already intoxicated at this moment, he is not considered a womanizer, but he has already drank a lot of wine, and he has been tempted by this, so he can't hold it anymore at this moment, so let's treat it as a sexual dream.

Both of them fell down on his couch. ([-] words omitted here...)
The sun finally rose gradually, and shone into the large tent through the gap in the curtain.

The newborn sunshine, the gentleness of a baby's breath, Zhao Hao slowly opened his eyes, and found that there was nothing around him, Yiren had gone, like a dream.

However, the few long black threads left on the brocade quilt and the lingering fragrance of the quilt told him that it was not a dream.

Let's just treat it as a spring dream...

Hu and Han have different paths, and if they fight against each other in the future, they will be enemies of life and death. How can they fight against the hatred that destroys the country?
He gently touched his cheek, brushed off the lingering fragrance, and began to dress.

After he finished dressing, he was about to take a shower when suddenly he jumped up and jumped in front of the curtain door. When he lifted the curtain, he saw a man standing with a knife in his hand, full of murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)