Chapter 138 Wenhui (For the leader of the alliance, Captain Teemo is on standby
"Wu Qian and I have a disagreement on a major matter, and I need to ask you." Jiang Wanli said.
"Big deal? King Zhong?"
"yes."
"The prince is the foundation of the country. It is necessary to establish a loyal king as soon as possible. This is what everyone expects." Uncle Xie Fang sighed: "After all, when an official reaches this age, if he thinks about it..."
Jiang Wanli naturally understood what Uncle Xie Fang said.
The Guan family has given birth to three sons and one daughter. Only Princess Rui, the daughter of Concubine Jia, is still alive. The other three sons have all died... When the Guan family has reached this age, it will be difficult for them to have another child.
"Wu Qian's intention is that if a loyal king is not established, an heir can be chosen from within the clan." Jiang Wanli said.
Uncle Xie Fang said: "This has always been his opinion. However, only Prince Zhong is a nephew of the official family. The official family accepts him as an adopted son and ennobles Prince Zhong, but does not establish a prince... Don't you understand this thought?"
Jiang Wanli remained silent.
This is of course not difficult to understand. Officials can of course give birth to their own children, but cannot give birth to nephews.
Uncle Xie Fang said: "No matter how Wu Qian objects, there is no way this matter can be changed. Please advise him to stop wishful thinking. There is absolutely no chance that the officials will choose among the clan members."
In the last sentence, he spoke every word with the utmost certainty.
"There are many successors in the clan..."
"No matter how many suitable people there are in the clan, the officials will not sacrifice their loyalty to the king to establish a clan. It is absolutely impossible!"
Uncle Xie Fang suddenly got excited and said: "How many times do I have to say this again?! The country has not yet established an heir, and we have tried so hard to persuade the government to establish a crown prince but we still can't. Wu Qian wants to add chaos, and he has to let the country be turbulent before he is willing to do it?!"
"Wu Qian insists that the loyal king is too weak and incompetent to assume the leadership."
"No more mention!"
Jiang Wanli suddenly said: "Prince Zhong is a fool."
This layer of window paper that everyone kept secret was finally pierced.
Uncle Xie Fang didn't expect Jiang Wanli to say it directly, so he paused slightly.
He threw down his sleeve and said: "So what if you are a fool. The emperor will rule with dignity, and loyalty to the king is enough."
Jiang Wanli remained silent.
Uncle Xie Fang solemnly said: "You and Wu Qian have different opinions on this matter. You must understand our painstaking efforts. I have resigned. If Wu Qian comes back in the future, you must advise him not to shake the foundation of the country."
Jiang Wanli suddenly stared into Uncle Xie Fang's eyes and said, "Wu Qian asked me, what if Prince Zhong is not Prince Rong's biological son?"
Uncle Xie Fang hesitated.
The two brothers of the official family and the royal family gave birth to one son in total. If he was not his biological son...he would have been chosen by the clan.
There are too many suitable people in the clan, the courtiers are vying to support each other, and they are criticizing each other. The party fighting is a hundred times worse than it is now, and the government is falling apart...
If the foundation of the country is shaken, the country’s destruction is not far away!
In an instant, Uncle Xie Fang was furious and his eyes were split open!
“Don’t you think there’s not enough partisanship?!”
He stared at Jiang Wanli fiercely and said word by word: "If Wu Qian dares to frame the loyal king, he will only confiscate his family and exterminate his clan!"
"He didn't dare."
Uncle Xie Fang's chest rose and fell. It took him a long time to calm down and asked, "Where are the rumors coming from?"
The two old men looked at each other.
With the confidentiality of the two people's actions, there is no way they will be aimless.
"You don't know?"
Uncle Xie Fang quickly understood and said, "Are you trying me? I really don't know about this."
Jiang Wanli nodded.
The purpose of the temptation was achieved. He sighed and folded his hands without saying a word.
Uncle Xie Fang knew that Jiang Wanli would not say anything anymore, so he asked, "What do you stand for?"
"I want to know the truth." Jiang Wanli said slowly: "I am not like Wu Qian, who is determined to depose the king; nor am I like you, who just want to determine the foundation of the country as soon as possible. I want to find out this matter and then make a decision."
"There is no need to investigate, this must be a trap. If we investigate, we will harm the loyal king and the world."
Jiang Wanli said: "Back then I told the officials that 'a gentleman only knows what is wrong and does not know what is good and bad'. I will stick to this statement."
"No! Brother Jiang, Brother Ziyuan, you can't investigate."
"What if?"
Uncle Xie Fang didn't speak any more, digesting the emotions in his heart.
The two old men looked at the West Lake, with deep worry in their eyes.
"The cultural gathering has started, come over..."
At the literary meeting, after Ji Xixi finished singing, she stood up and stood on the edge of the stage, listening to the comments of the scholars.
Today's cultural gatherings are different from those of the past, lacking the bustle of "Wuling young people quarreling over each other's heads".
Because both Jiang Wanli and Xie Fangshu were world-renowned Neo-Confucian gentlemen, and Jiang Wanli was also a disciple of Zhu Xi. Therefore, the literary meeting was more about discussing academics and commenting on political affairs in a solemn atmosphere, with poems and prostitutes just embellishments.
But Ji Xixi still felt that many people were secretly looking at her with admiring eyes.
She said in her heart that they may not really not care about sex, it was just because their elders were there that they all sat upright.
For example, there was Liu Chenweng, who clearly had some absurd moments when he "touched a prostitute on a horse" and wrote a poem about it.
"At that time, Feiyan was riding on horseback, and she was so charming. Her delicate beard was trembling but not yet steady, her waist was lightly wrapped in a cage, and the beautiful girl was most worried..."
But looking at him now, sitting behind Jiang Gong, he looked completely old-fashioned.
But no matter how old-fashioned these people are, with her current status in Lin'an, if she can come and perform today, they should write a poem as a thank you.
Sure enough, the literati rushed to write some good lyrics for Ji Xixi and praised her a lot.
Ji Xixi thanked him and looked at Wen Yunsun and Liu Chenweng.
Wen Yunsun was only twenty years old at the time, but he was the number one scholar in the new science.
Liu Chenweng, who was only twenty-three years old at the time, was one of the most accomplished people among the younger generation in the world of poetry.
Looking at the world's literary world, they are the most eye-catching young talents.
She then looked at them and smiled and said she would like to sing a new song.
However, Wen Yunsun just said politely that Miss Xixi's singing voice was too good, and that his lyrics were poor and he had no matching lyrics.
Ji Xixi was annoyed at first that this man was aloof and aloof, simply because he didn't want to get involved with prostitutes. But thinking about it again, it was enough for her to give her face by saying this.
A young champion who is neither arrogant nor impetuous, steady and self-possessed, and has just the right amount of attention to detail, I don't know if he will be able to wait for others in the future.
She quickly bowed and thanked Wen Yunsun.
Everyone also asked Liu Chenweng to compose a poem, but he did not refuse and accepted it generously.
"Today I send Mr. Xie back to his hometown, and I also hear Miss Xixi singing. It's a pity, but it's also a joy to look forward to. Chen Weng is not talented, so I'll describe it with words."
After Liu Chenweng chanted one word, the whole audience cheered.
"It's a pity that it's so good, but it's a joy to look forward to."
"After Hui Meng, his achievements in poetry can be compared to Duke Jiaxuan..."
Ji Xixi looked sad, but in her heart she was overjoyed, knowing that Liu Chenweng's talent as a poet was not unfounded.
In the future, when people talk about thanking the Duke for his visit to the prime minister, they will always mention Ji Xixige as a farewell gift.
She made some preparations and sang the new lyrics while playing.
"Last year there was so much dirt in the fields, tomorrow the cigarettes will be dusty on the walls. Soon the newlyweds will be red and purple, and the geishas will greet you in front of you.
The hairpin-headed swallow is better than the golden necklace. The songs and dances of the swallows move the southerners. The remaining people plant sticks and raise Tang scarves, and watch the beginning of spring with their children."
…
The song floated to Tang An'an's ears, and she suddenly became distracted.
Tang An'an has always envied Ji Xixi's talent and felt that Ji Xixi's singing style was more comprehensive and could sing various tunes.
However, when he was studying piano with Liu Niang, Li Xia once said to Tang An'an, "I think you have more aura..."
Thinking of this, Tang Anan shook his head, thinking that he no longer knew that person, so why bother thinking about it anymore?
Think about the present.
No wonder Mother Hu asked her to sing Jiaxuan's lyrics today. It turned out that she wanted to ask Liu Chenweng for lyrics.
Liu Chenweng was an absurd person when he was young, but it is said that after he married his cousin Xiao, the relationship between the couple was very strong and the couple restrained themselves a lot. And today he came with his wife's brother Xiao Siji, so no rumors would spread.
After experiencing what happened in April, she felt that even if he was a great talent and had no power, it would be better to spread less rumors about him.
But words are still needed...
Ji Xixi has finished singing and successfully completed the instructions given by Hu's mother.
Next we will go to Tang An'an.
She picked up the piano and prepared to perform.
She stepped forward and put the piano on the table, thinking about the lyrics in her mind while preparing.
There were people in the audience commenting on Liu Chenweng's lyrics, and there was a lot of praise.
Suddenly, an old man was heard speaking, and the whole place fell silent.
"Meng Hui's words are very wonderful. Even now, I can still deceive you when you are young. In twenty years, if I are still alive, I should regard you as Wenzong."
Liu Chenweng was shocked and said hurriedly: "Thank you for your serious words. I'm scared. I don't dare to accept this praise."
Uncle Xie Fang waved his hand and said: "In another two hundred years, the world will remember you, Liu Menghui, but not me, Xie Defang. This is what the so-called poetry is passed down to the world."
Liu Chenweng was even more frightened. He didn't know why Mr. Xie was so favored and killed.
In the future, he will take the imperial examination and become an official. Excessive praise will do a lot of harm but no good.
Finally, Uncle Xie Fang said with a smile: "But Meng Hui is still young and has little experience. He will need to practice for another twenty or thirty years before he can become a great poet in the world of poetry."
Liu Chenweng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"You kid, don't be fooled."
Xie Fangshu smiled brightly and said: "Recently, I have obtained three words and two poems. You may wish to share them with all of you. These five poems are all written by one person. This son is only sixteen years old, but the style of his poems is majestic and majestic.
The armor crown is in this world. I declare that in the next hundred years, there will be no one like him."
"The crown of glory in this world?"
"That's right." Uncle Xie Fang said solemnly: "Today is Liu Kezhuang. Yuan Haowen is in person. I dare to say that with one poem, this young man is already the best in the world..."
Like a thunderclap, the Gushan Literary Society seemed to cause an uproar.
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