As the major and minor matters in the north were arranged one by one, and the southern expedition was put on the agenda, Li Xia was ready to return south.
Last year, when he went north from Kaifeng, he didn't bring a formal driver with him. This time he returned with a light vehicle and a simple vehicle, preparing to mobilize troops and horses along the way.
On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, the team left Peiping, and the civil and military ministers came out of the city to see them off.
Snow was still falling in the sky, and the generals who came with Zhang Jue stood in a row outside the pavilion, all feeling a little depressed.
"It seems that the commander-in-chief really wants to stay in the north, and we can't march south." Shi Zheng said: "I told you a long time ago, don't have such expectations."
"Don't you think this is a riot?" Liu Jinsuo muttered, "I'm from Lin'an, so if you don't take me with you when you attack Lin'an, how stupid it is."
"Fool Liu, who are you calling confused?" "Dashuai Zhang is confused."
"I heard that during the discussion a few days ago, His Majesty said that the Southern Expedition does not require too many troops, and it will not last long. It is a small battle, a small battle."
Suddenly, they heard a call from behind, and the generals turned their heads to look, only to see a civil servant rushing towards them in a hurry.
"you know."
Chen Yuzhi nodded anxiously after hearing this, thinking that the poem was indeed powerful enough.
"With these words, I wish your majesty to win the victory, to pacify the south of the Yangtze River as soon as possible, and to have a good time."
Last night I was still thinking about how to describe it to these old teachers and friends who had never seen the northern snowfields, but I could never think of such stingy and magnificent sentences.
I sorted out my mood and found that even sentences like "As bad as a one-year-old from the Zhou family" felt harsh to me.
The generals laughed.
In the long pavilion, the ministers were still seizing the time to discuss various matters with Li Xia. "Bad!"
"Silver snakes are dancing in the mountains, wax figures are riding in the mountains, and they want to compete with God." So Chen Yuzhi gritted his teeth and added in a fierce tone.
"Chief Jiang"
"When will the Lord of Heaven wave his hand, pour down the Milky Way, and go straight up to wash away the hustle and bustle? Inspire the seven-flowered eagles, and sing the praises of the Unicorn."
Chen Yuzhi was surprised again. He quickly saluted with the officials and said, "Your Majesty, please enlighten me."
While talking, Ran Xiangqian had already arrived behind her and breathlessly said: "General Mao, you went south with Your Majesty today. I just remembered that I didn't send a poem to the general that day."
Finally, Li Xia continued to speak.
However, Li Xia said something else the last moment. There was a lot of noise outside the pavilion.
I've always behaved properly, and I've never been in such a hurry. It's just that I don't seem to be a big-hearted person anymore.
They had all been injured more or less in the previous wars. They had been recuperating from their injuries and preparing for the war for two months, and they had not had time to relax for a long time. It was rare for them to be together in one place today, and they would soon be divided into various parts of the Central Plains.
Jiang Fan heard the sound of horse hooves, stood up from the campfire, squinted at the man running in the wind and snow, and called out in surprise.
"Look next year, the Ping Wu incident will happen, and the image will be like smoke." "Poetry?" Lu Xiufu was stunned.
"That's the student of Zhending Yangong, Liu Yin Liu Mengji." When Ran Xiangqian finished reciting the words, the officials all praised. "The scenery of the North is covered in ice and snow." "Oh."
"Liu Shi collects his clothes and leaves the customs late. The ancient snow and swords in the deserted city are cold. The west wind blows on the long sandy road in the desert, and the horse descends from the green mountains to watch drunkenly."
Everyone seemed to dare to even breathe.
But today, I responded with a smile.
Everyone looked at Liu Bingshu one after another and asked with a smile: "Is that the person Liu Gong brought? Bad and energetic poem."
That word was amazing, but it was a bad start. It pointed out that Xiaojun would be able to pacify Jiangnan within a year or two. Considering Hao Jing's normal behavior, it can be said that he was very generous.
"It's bad, that's what I saw under the book."
"Looking at the vastness of the universe, there are once-in-a-lifetime encounters and bad winds and clouds. I think of the Han Dynasty tripod being first completed, the Tang Dynasty foundation being built, and all living things like spring.
"hard"
"The old man will stop weeping, and the people will be revived again. I only know that summer will be used for the period, and it will be more like pacifying Wu. The rising sun and the icy sky will penetrate the sky, and the benevolent king will have snow. In the end, it will be enough to reach the Zhou and Han Dynasties, and it will be enough to lead to the Tang and Yu Dynasties.
Zhang Rou opened her mouth and said to each other: "Taisu pen has completed the poem, how about one first?" She turned her head and tried her best to see that she was reaching the Great Wall, but knowing that it was just outside this place was reassuring.
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"Then you are not allowed to take our General Liu with you? He who can talk eloquently can't surrender many people.
"Bad! Bad poetry
"It's time to tell those frogs in the well who prefer to stay in a corner to open their eyes."
However, I have nothing to do with the Zhang family, so a few sentences in it vaguely seem to be written for the Zhang family, which is my temperament.
Li Ming forgot the previous sentence and paused for a while.
Seeing everyone's eyes turning to Ran Xiangqian, he saw the old minister smiled, stepped out of the queue and bowed to Li Xia, twirled his long beard, and chanted hurriedly.
Chen Yuzhi took out a stack of letters from his arms with hands that were red from the cold, and spoke slowly.
"After the war, I will transfer you to Shouzhou for meritorious service, and you will have to work as a low-level official.
I just remembered that those people thought I was good at writing poetry.
Later, Hao Jing was arrested and sent to Yanjing because of his father's affairs, and his life was spared by the Han officials of the Jinlianchuan shogunate. Now that Yanjing has been restored, I am working as a leisurely civil servant in the Hanlin Academy.
Just the first two sentences, swallowing the Central Plains with anger and forgetting the land, are enough to make Chen Yuzhi sigh.
That is Chen Yu's best song so far. It is as perfunctory as Ran Xiang and as sharp as Liu Yin.
I thought from my heart that I must write that poem to my relatives and friends in Jiangnan. Suddenly I heard a noise in front of me, so Zhang Rou asked someone to ask.
Compared with Zhao Song who was hiding in the south of the Yangtze River and even forgot about his old capital Bianjing, if we can experience the stingy and majestic rivers and mountains with our eyes and listen to the stingy and majestic words in our ears, we will know that
What is a hero?
For example, Chen Yuzhi stood among the officials and shook his head slightly after hearing the poem.
After everyone commented a few words, Hao Jing bowed to everyone and went back out of the group, hoping to stand out.
"Mr. Chen." Ran Xiangqian said happily: "This is your former military counselor. He is a bad hand at managing money and food, and making suggestions."
Li Xia often reads now, and he understands the allusions in the poem. The young official who really came was mocking Mao Yi'er, Taizu of the Song Dynasty.
Although the generals understood what we were saying, they could feel in Liu Bingzhong's attitude his contempt for us on the battlefield. No matter how bad our writing or military skills were, there would be no honor in regaining the rivers and mountains together.
When they learned that Liu Bingzhong had composed a poem for Lu Xiufu, the ministers commented a few words and became interested. They all said that the north was now peaceful and Ran Xiang was coming soon, so they should congratulate him with poems.
This "How can I not be allowed to snore on the side of the bed" is Ran Xiangqian's famous saying when he destroyed the Southern Tang Dynasty. As for "Zhou's one-year-old son" refers to Mao Yi'er who was deprived of the throne when he was only one year old during Chen Qiao's mutiny.
Emperor Gong of Zhou Dynasty Chai Zongxun.
Li Xia waved his hand and said, "I have always composed poetry."
At that time, Kublai Khan asked Hao Jing to write the lyrics, and I only wrote a poem expressing my wish to become an official.
In comparison, comparing an emperor like Zhao Fu to Chai Zongxun is not praising Zhao Fu at all.
Hao Jingyin came forward, turned around, looked at the armored generals under the official road, and uttered the first sentence.
That is the similarity between Zhao Kuangyin and Nan Zheng. I deliberately used less superficial and stingy words in the words, so that even the soldiers who are well-versed in literature and ink can feel the grandeur of the new dynasty, so that the people in the south can feel the grandeur of the new dynasty.
The gentry and common people yearned for a peaceful world where the world would be unified.
After all the senior officials had written poems, several important ministers came forward.
"Your military counselor always says that the money and food are enough, so he must know how to manage them." Liu Jinsuo said, "How about asking Mr. Chen to come to your account.
"I would like to borrow your words from the past."
After saying that, Chen Yuzhi paused for a moment.
Chen Yuzhi felt cold blood welling up outside his head, and his consciousness became confused. All the generals started to boo with envy.
Chen Yuzhi was already looking forward to it, so he would avoid disappointment after hearing this.
This short poem expresses the ridicule of Zhao and Song Dynasties vividly and vividly. It is indeed very talented.
"That is what you have revised. Among the poems written by the princes, this song "Qin Yuan Chun" is also among them. It sings about the northern country and what should be collected is Jiangnan. The envoy should send them as soon as possible.
When we get to Jiangnan, it’s time for us to see
Nan Zheng wrote a long poem, still in this eloquent style. "General Mao!"
"Xianggong Lu, Your Majesty asked him to stay in Peiping temporarily. The fear is not that he will be too impulsive." "Looking inside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness, and the rivers flowing down and up suddenly stopped flowing."
"Who does this bed belong to now? Looking back in the south of the Yangtze River, I see the banner. A passerby points out the king's way of surrendering in the distance. He is as bad as a one-year-old child of the Zhou family."
"It is true that the poems written by our ancestors are very suitable for the occasion, and they should be appreciated together with all the ministers."
"The autumn wind blows in the wind, and the flags set in the sun, making the king's majesty awe-inspiring. He points to the brave tiger under his command, and the battle seal hangs on his waist. It is a good thing for a young man to do his best, to fight for the jade festival, and to move every town to a new place. In the Jianghuai region, the Eighth Army shows off its power, and Wanzao
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Even if the generals around him can't understand the poems, they can still feel a little inspired by it.
Li Xia stretched out his hand to support him a little, and when he looked around, he found that many ministers had glaring eyes, including Ran Xiang.
There was only the slightest sound when the snowflakes fell. "Bad!"
"Respect is like obeying orders, and it is up to the students to make suggestions." Hao Jing twirled his long beard, looked around, and said: "This is a poem for Bai Pu.
Li Xia didn't shirk the question, turned to look at Danyue Xueyuan, and spoke in a roundabout way. For that kind of thing, everyone naturally looked at Hao Jing first.
"bad."
"It's a mistake. There was a fierce battle in Naiyan that day. The student wanted to say a poem to send him off, but he was met with an enemy charge. It was because of this that he postponed it until today."
"Mr. Lu?"
"Haha, you are laughing at me now, but if you ask me to go, I might actually be able to do it."
Nowadays, the cultural context of the north is declining, and even the poems written by our scholars can only be regarded as mistakes, and there are not many famous works.
So amidst the cheers, Liu Bingzhong was seen holding his fists and reciting the poem solemnly.
It's not because of the literary talent in the poems, but because of the 800 years ago, when I suddenly heard the spirit that was lowered again and again, the contrast was too weak.
That night.
At this time, Zhao Kuangyin was the only one who dared to write poems in front of the Southern Expedition.