After Huang Chao conquered Tianchang and Liuhe, he did not continue to advance eastward to Yangzhou, but chose to go north. The vanguard troops were attacked by Cao Quanshi, the governor of the Tianping Army and the east camp, and suffered heavy losses in Sizhou.

Sizhou is a north-south water and land transportation fortress and is also an important strategic stronghold on the south bank of the Huai River. Once the rebel army takes over Sizhou and crosses the Huai River, the road to the north will be smooth.

Cao Quanzhi is worthy of being a famous general who has been fighting for many years. Of course, he knew the strategic importance of Sizhou. As the east camp recruiter, although he could mobilize only 6,000 troops, he still rushed to Sizhou overnight, trying to block Huang Chao's army south of the Huai River.

Zhu Wen's men and soldiers were stationed in Yinling Mountain, fifty miles west of Sizhou City. At this time, the sky was too late, the bright moon was hanging high, the mountains were quiet, and the scenery was quite unique. "Yinling Night Moon" is one of the eight scenic spots in Sizhou.

At this time, Huang Ying was also in Zhu Wen's army. She looked at the quiet and charming Yinling Mountain under the moonlight and said to Zhu Wen: "San brother, do you know where this Yinling Mountain is?"

Zhu Wen said half-jokingly: "Isn't Yinling Mountain a mountain outside Sizhou City? It's where we are now stationing troops!"

Huang Ying laughed with a "sneer" and said, "You need to say this. I'm asking if you know what historical legends are in Yinling Mountain?"

Zhu Wen shook his head and said he didn't know. Huang Ying said, "Do you know Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu?"

Zhu Wen smiled and said, "Of course I know this, 'I should be a hero in life, and a hero in death. Since I thought of Xiang Yu, I have never been willing to cross the Yangtze River.' Xiang Yu is a great hero, how can I not know?" When talking about Xiang Yu, Zhu Wen unconsciously read the popular five-character quatrain by Li Qingzhao.

Li Qingzhao was a poet of the Song Dynasty. Huang Ying had never heard of it. She thought it was a poem written by Zhu Wen. She was even more impressed by Zhu Wen's literary talent and murmured: "What a 'life is a hero, and a ghost hero even if he dies.' The third brother's literary talent has been improved again."

Zhu Wen then realized that Huang Ying had misunderstood again, but he could not explain it to her clearly. Even if Zhu Wen said that this poem was written by someone else, Huang Ying might not believe it. After all, Li Qingzhao was not born at that time. Zhu Wen changed the topic and said, "I wonder what the relationship between Yinling Mountain and Xiang Yu?"

Huang Ying said: "It is said that after Xiang Yu was defeated, he crossed the Huai River and went south. After a battle at Gaixia, he was surrounded by enemies. Xiang Yu broke through at night and only 800 soldiers were left by his side. When he arrived at Yinling Mountain, he lost his way. At this time, the pursuers were approaching. Yu Ji was afraid that he would drag Xiang Yu down, so he committed suicide by killing his sword. According to legend, Yu Ji's tomb is located in the north of Yinling Mountain."

In Zhu Wen's impression, Yu Ji should have committed suicide when she was surrounded by enemies at Gaixia. How could it be in Yinling Mountain? Could it be that history is wrong?

Zhu Wen hurriedly said, "Since Yu Ji's tomb is in Yinling Mountain, why don't we go and have a look? It would be nice to put in incense sticks on this amazing woman who can draw her sword for Xiang Yu."

In fact, Huang Ying only heard that there was Yu Ji's tomb on Yinling Mountain and had never visited. At this time, when Zhu Wen said that, he also had the idea of ​​going to see it. Zhu Wen ordered Zhu Zhen and Xu Huaiyu to guard the military camp for a long time, and after that, he would get up and head north towards the mountain.

Xu Huaiyu was worried about Zhu Wen's safety and said, "It's too late today, and the mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk. It is unknown what dangers are there in the mountains. Why would his subordinates lead a hundred escorts to open the way for the general and Miss Huang?"

Before Zhu Wen could speak, Zhu Zhen hurriedly grabbed Xu Huaiyu and whispered in Xu Huaiyu's ear: "You kid are so careless! The couple went out for a tour while the moonlight. What do you want you, a kid, to do? You still want to take a hundred people to open the road, why do you think of it? There are so many noisy couples who want to do something and are in no mood, right?"

Xu Huaiyu nodded repeatedly, cursing himself in his heart for being ignorant, and quickly changed his words: "I just remembered that there is something else in the military camp. I'll deal with it first. I can't accompany the general. Don't blame him!" After that, he hurriedly ran away.

Although Zhu Zhen's words were small just now, Zhu Wen and Huang Ying both had deep internal strength and could still hear clearly. They couldn't help but look at each other, with a hint of embarrassment in their eyes, but also a hint of excitement. Originally, they were traveling to Yinling Mountain at night, just to visit Yu Ji's tomb, but they had no other thoughts. After Zhu Zhen said this, both of them blushed and their hearts were beating, and they felt embarrassed.

Although the two heard Zhu Zhen's words, they were embarrassed to refute. Zhu Wen coughed dryly and said, "Yinger, let's go!"

Huang Ying blushed and said "Oh" and followed Zhu Wen to the horse out of the camp.

At this time, the bright moon was hanging high, and Yinling Mountain looked particularly tall and quiet under the moonlight, with a unique charm. In the hazy, this small hill actually felt a bit majestic. In fact, this is the origin of the scenery of "Yinling Night Moon".

The two of them rode their horses along the rugged mountain road and looked northward. They searched for a long time under the hazy moonlight before they found a small lonely tomb, which was already covered with weeds. There was a severely weathered tomb in front of the tomb. It was obvious that this tomb was quite old.

Zhu Wen and his wife looked at the words on the tombstone carefully. The handwriting engraved on it was a bit blurry, but they could still tell that it was written "The Tomb of the Beloved Concubine Yu Ji". The signature was the Overlord Xiang Ji, which is what we usually call Xiang Yu.

Seeing that Yu Ji’s tomb was so desolate and dilapidated, Huang Ying couldn’t help but sigh, “Yu Ji’s reputation is far-reaching and was loved by King Xiang back then. Unexpectedly, her incense tomb was so depressed, which really makes people sigh at the vicissitudes of the world.”

Zhu Wen also sighed: "Whether kings, princes, generals and ministers or beautiful women in the country, they are just a pile of loess after death, without any distinction. After a thousand years, how many people will remember their great achievements back then? How many people will remember their beautiful and heroic appearance back then?"

Huang Ying suddenly said: "If I were Yu Ji back then, I would not have committed suicide. I would have fought side by side with my beloved and advised him to return to Jiangdong. If that were the case, would history be rewritten?"

Zhu Wen smiled bitterly and said, "History is history, there is no assumption. Since history has developed like that, it must be inevitable. Xiang Yu's failure was not a temporary loss, but Xiang Yu's own factors are mostly due to him. Although Xiang Yu claimed to be a hero, many praises from later generations have praised him, but Xiang Yu should be the kind of person who can conquer the world but cannot rule the world. He is rough, stubborn and suspicious. He had already planted the seeds of his failure as early as the "Hongmen Banquet" in Bashang that year."

Huang Ying smiled and said, "You said just now that Xiang Yu is a hero, why do you say that he is all kinds of things now? Isn't it inconsistent?"

Zhu Wen said: "As a famous general on the battlefield, Xiang Yu is a hero, but as the king of a country in national governance, he can only be regarded as a foolish tyrant. This is the main reason why he was defeated in the end. Even if he really returned to Jiangdong, his personality might not be able to make a comeback."

Huang Ying smiled and said, "The third brother is very literary. Haven't he heard Du Mu's song "Inscription on Wujiang Pavilion"? "Victory and defeat are unsuccessful, and it is a man who is ashamed of being ashamed. Jiangdong's children are very talented, and it is unknown whether they make a comeback." Du Mu said that if Xiang Yu crossed Jiangdong, there would be hope for a comeback. Is what Lao Du said wrong?"

Zhu Wen smiled and said, "That's just a poem. I like the artistic conception of this poem more: 'The heroic man is tired of fighting and mourning, and it's hard to return to the defeat of the Central Plains. Although the children of Jiangdong are here now, will they come back for the king?' This poem should be more realistic." This poem was written by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty. Wang Anshi's writing has always been so spicy and cold, but it can often hit the nail on the head. Wang Anshi is one of the poets Zhu Wen admires the most.

Huang Ying's face showed an extremely admiration, and she repeatedly recalled the artistic conception of this poem. The more she recalled, the more she felt the charm was endless. He thought that this poem was also improvised by Zhu Wen, and of course he admired it very much.

Huang Ying said in a heart-warming manner: "I really didn't expect that the third brother's literary talent was so good. I really don't know how he practiced it."

When Zhu Wen saw Huang Ying pondering, he said, "Yinger, what are you thinking?"

Huang Ying returned to reality from her meditation and smiled and said, "I am thinking about the poem you just now! You are the one with the best Chinese talent in people I have ever met. It seems that my vision is still good!"

Zhu Wen felt a little sweaty and thought, "You really misunderstood this time. How could I have any literary talent? I just remember some works of famous artists in my mind."

Huang Ying suddenly said, "Third brother, although this Yu Ji has passed away for many years, he was once a beautiful woman. There was not even a single poem on her grave. Maybe in a few years, people will never remember who she is. Third brother, you are so good at writing a poem for Yu Ji, so that future generations can understand that this is the tomb of Yu Ji, a strange woman."

Zhu Wen felt a sense of silence and said to himself: "Aren't you making things difficult for me? How could I write any poems? It's almost the same for me to recite two poems." But when he saw Huang Ying's expectant eyes, he couldn't say what he couldn't write poems at all. In fact, he said that he couldn't write poems at all, and Huang Ying wouldn't believe it either.

When Zhu Wen was in a dilemma, a sudden light flashed in his mind. He remembered that he had read some introductions about the ancient battlefield of Gaixia in the 21st century. He mentioned the tomb of Yu Ji and the inscriptions on the tombstone. He still vaguely remembered in his mind, but he couldn't remember which one wrote it. It seemed that there was a couplet on the stele.

Zhu Wen pulled out his sword, and the cloud sword was like the wind, and carved the lyrics of "Yu Meiren" on the tombstone: "The song of Chu chased the sad clouds, and in the beacon of the night tent, he shook the dragon spring, and tried to take a bloody blood to sprinkle it in front of you. Gu Zhi was speechless and the military situation changed, like the sword of snow. Peach blossoms fell into the east wind, turning into the source of the fragrant grass and tears red." Then he carved the couplet: "How could Yu Xi do? Since ancient times, the beauty has been poor in life; Ji Ye is there, leaving the green tomb alone towards the dusk."

At this time, Zhu Wen's internal strength had already reached a certain level. His sword was everywhere and stone chips were flying. In just a moment, a poem and a couplet had been engraved. The handwriting was flying, dragons and phoenixes were dancing, vigorous and powerful, with a bit of silver hooks and iron strokes. However, Zhu Wen was used to writing simplified Chinese characters, so this became the first simplified Chinese stone carving in Chinese history.

Until several years later, although this stele was not preserved, this poem and this couplet have been passed down and become a great sentence for eternity. However, because Zhu Wen did not leave his name, the author of this poem and the couplet has become a mystery. This is a later story...
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