"The charcoal seller cuts down firewood and burns charcoal in the southern mountains.

His face was dusty and smoky, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.

Where do you make money from selling charcoal? You have clothes on your back and food in your mouth.

…”

Yun Shuxian couldn't help but recited this long poem in a low voice.

Yu Dingzhi and others didn't think much of this poem when they heard it, but when they heard it in the ears of Prince Wu Qian... his heart suddenly tightened, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he returned to normal in an instant.

Yun Shuxian read the long poem silently twice more, then raised his head and returned the book to Zhuang Farewell.

When leaving the village, he looked at Yun Shuxian with great anticipation, "Brother Yun is a great scholar of the Wu Kingdom. I still remember that when we discussed Taoism in Huanhua River, Brother Yun's sharp insights killed everyone!"

"Brother Yun, what do you think of this long poem written by the Prince Regent?"

Yun Shuxian smiled brightly and waved his hand: "Don't mention the past anymore. Didn't you still lose to Old Man Hua in the end?"

He pointed to the book in his hand when he left the village and asked: "When the regent wrote this poem, did he suddenly have a feeling at home? Or did he really see the charcoal seller in the cold winter?

Weng?"

This is different.

This helped him make a new judgment on Li Chenan.

Many of the exquisite articles circulated around the world by literati are not necessarily experienced through personal observation.

There is one thing that literati are particularly powerful about, and that is their extremely rich imagination.

Maybe it’s because I read a lot of books. When the weather is clear, I can write poems about falling rain, and when it’s hot, I can write poems about heavy snow.

If you don’t see the mountains, you can depict the majesty of the mountains; if you don’t see the river, you can depict the beauty of the rivers.

etc.

Li Chenan arrived in Guangling City last summer.

This long poem must have been completed last year.

Perhaps last winter, Li Chenan was warming himself by the fire and looking at the snow. Because of the charcoal burning in the stove, he thought of the old man selling charcoal, so it is possible that he wrote this long poem.

But that was not the case when he said goodbye:

"I also listened to what Mr. Hua said."

"Last year in the twelfth lunar month, Kyoto was covered with heavy snow."

"The Prince Regent and Mr. Hua walked together, not in a carriage, but walking on the streets in the heavy snow."

"Hua Lao said that it was already evening and the weather was freezing cold. He happened to meet an old man selling charcoal on the street."

"When the regent saw this, he felt sad, so he casually composed this poem and bought the old man's oxcart of charcoal."

"This is the origin of the song "Charcoal Seller"."

"Hua Lao believes that this poem and book have dealt with the sufferings of the common people, but such sufferings do not seem to be taken seriously by those in power."

“Even those in power probably won’t take a second look!”

"But this is the most real situation of ordinary people!"

"Lao Hua proposed to incorporate this poem into Chinese studies and let the scholars in Ningguo read this poem. The purpose is... to let the scholars in Ningguo see more about the real life of the people and think about why the people live in such poverty!

"

"Hua Lao hopes that the scholars in Ningguo will one day become officials of one parent, and their thoughts will not be about grabbing money with one hand and grabbing official hats with the other."

"He hopes that the officials of Ning State can think more about the people of Ning State, do more things, and reduce the number of miserable old people like the charcoal seller..."

"This is the core of the regent's current administration... The regent said that we want to build a relatively fair Ning State where the elderly are provided for, the young are educated, the poor are supported, and the poor are helped."

"This goal is very ambitious, but the future is extremely bright, so officials in the DPRK and China are very busy."

"There is a long way to go... The regent said that the road is long and long. We should go up and down to search for it!"

"he,"

When bidding farewell, he extended his thumb: "I am not boasting, but our regent is the light of Ningguo. He will not only grace the literary world for five thousand years, but he will also lead Ningguo... to stand on top of the world!"

After saying this, he suddenly leaned over and whispered in Yun Shuxian's ear:

"Brother Yun, I suggest you tell your Highness the Crown Prince that Jitai is dead and Ningguo is completely different now than before!"

"Under the leadership of the regent, the Ningguo court and people will gradually become united!"

"All the bad governance in the past in the DPRK have been completely cleaned up."

"Today's officials all share the same ideals as the regent!"

"Now the students in Ningguo all follow the regent as an example!"

"The people of Ning State regard the Regent as a beacon of light, and the soldiers of Ning State only look up to the Regent!"

"Ningguo has been twisted into a rope. Although it is still a little poor for the time being, the backbone of Ningren is standing up... We are really not afraid of a war!"

"What are you negotiating for? Wuya Pass is originally the territory of Ning State, how can it be ceded to you, Wu State?"

"I'm telling you, the prince, don't think about the things you have and don't have. Govern the Kingdom of Wu well, and be friends with our regent. In the future... your prince will ascend the throne and become the emperor, and our regent will also ascend the throne and become the emperor. The two countries will

It will be of great benefit to each other if we repair each other!"

"I say this from the bottom of my heart!"

"If your prince doesn't believe it..."

When he said goodbye, he shook his head and said, "Then your prince is really blind!"

Wu Qian, who was listening carefully on the side, suddenly froze, but he controlled his impulse and turned to look at the stone tablet again.

He had never met Li Chenan, but at this moment, Li Chenan's appearance gradually became clearer in his mind.

An eighteen-year-old boy with great talent as a poet.

A regent who understands the sufferings of the people and can focus on the people.

A pioneer who is not afraid of reform, has the courage to explore, and can put things into practice.

An infatuated person who never gives up on love.

Such a person is certainly a rare and powerful person in the world.

Such a person is certainly qualified enough to be his Wu Qian's friend.

If he is a friend, this is Wu Qian's luck!

But if such a person takes Ning Guo and goes on like this, for Wu Guo... there will be both advantages and disadvantages!

As for how to choose, Wu Qian couldn't decide at the moment.

Saying goodbye to Yun Shuxian when leaving the village.

Yun Shuxian looked at the stone tablet again and said, "Let's go. Since Mr. Hua is not here either, let's go back to Yuelai Inn first."

…

…

A tea stove.

Two cups of new tea.

Yun Shuxian raised his eyes and looked at the undecided prince Wu Qian.

"Your Highness, if you were not the Crown Prince, you would be friends with Li Chenan."

"But Your Highness, you are the Crown Prince. After what happened here and returns to China, the Emperor will tell the world... you will be enthroned as emperor and become the king of Wu!"

"He who is a king is called an orphan..."

Yun Shuxian picked up the tea cup and said, "I am alone and have no friends!"

"For the sake of Wu Guoji, it would be better for Li Chenan... to die!"

"Extinguish the lamp of Ning State, and Wu State will be prosperous forever in your hands!"

Wu Qian took a deep breath, then picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

He finally made up his mind.

He turned to look at the young man standing aside and said:

"On the first day of the new year, tell the master of Tianyin Pavilion to ask the Seven Swords to come down to Tianshan Mountain!"
Chapter completed!