"After checking, the small house was bought by a merchant a few months ago. A tunnel was dug to lead to another house in the opposite lane, so the nearby residents never noticed any strangers coming in or out..."
"A few months ago?" Zhang Hongdao pondered: "Even if it wasn't someone from Jia Sidao who bought it, Li Xia stayed in Bozhou just to contact him... Damn it, you lied to me again."
Shen Kai asked: "Wu Lang, do you want to continue searching along this clue?"
"Search? Since he took me there on his own initiative, can you still search for me? Forget it, let this scourge go away."
Shen Kai secretly breathed a sigh of relief and clasped his fists in response.
"Any news about father?"
"The commander-in-chief has led his troops to Xiangyang to contain the Song army and cooperate with Tachaer's main force to attack Fancheng..."
Zhang Hongdao turned his head and glanced out the window. Seeing that it started to rain again, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Tacha'er is an idiot. It will rain continuously for the next two to three months. It would be a bad idea to take Fancheng at this time."
"Yes, the Marshal said... he will return home to celebrate the New Year."
"Did you scold me?"
"No..." Shen Kai whispered: "The villain also took a peek at the reply letter sent by Mr. Taining, and didn't say anything about Wu Lang."
"Has the eldest sister's illness been reported?"
"Mr. Taining, how dare you mention such a thing when the commander is on an expedition."
Zhang Hongdao frowned, feeling a little upset. He dropped the letter in his hand and said, "Leave these to my cousin... I'll send them off."
Today, Bai Pu left Bozhou to return to Lujushe. Jingxuan, Zhao Fu and many other Zhang family disciples accompanied him to visit Yuan Haowen.
Since the fall of the Jin Dynasty, Yuan Haowen has always refused to be an official. What he has been doing is to preserve history with poems. He compiled a collection of poems by the late literati of the Jin Dynasty, called "Zhongzhou Collection", and also compiled "Renchen". Miscellanies".
Back then, after Zhang Rou captured Bianjing, she didn't get any gold or silk. She only entered the history museum and took away the "Jin Shilu" and the secret book, which she carefully protected and then handed over to Yuan Haowen for copying.
Now Yuan Haowen knew that his time was short, so before he died, he asked Bai Pu to visit his old friends, just to entrust these manuscripts to him.
For Zhang Hongdao, capturing Li Xia was a big deal. But for Jingxuan, Zhao Fu and others, Yuan Haowen's manuscript was a top priority.
These days, Zhang Hongdao is obsessed with searching and sealing off Bozhou City. Jingxuan has long been impatient, so he just doesn't say anything...
In fact, Zhang Hongdao and Yuan Haowen are also closely related.
His wife was born in the Yan family of Dongping. Her grandfather Yan Shi and her father Yan Zhongji were both princes. Yuan Haowen was captured by the Mongolian army and received strict protection for many years.
In addition, his second brother Zhang Hongji had proposed to marry Yuan Yan, the second daughter of the Yuan family, in his early years, but Yuan Yan rejected her with a poem that said, "The method of mending the sky is temporarily applied to Zhang, so that no dust is allowed to fall into the painting hall."
In short, the people with some fame and status in this northern land are all related to each other to some extent.
Today, when we left the city to see each other off, Zhang Hongdao couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart when he saw the solemn expressions of the gentlemen in the mansion.
"Zhongzhou Collection", "Jin Shilu", etc. are related to the inheritance of the cultural context of the Central Plains. For more than 20 years, many people in the Central Plains, including Zhang Rou, have worked hard to preserve this cultural context.:.
Thinking back to the past few days, I was so dizzy that I had to hold on to Li Xia. At this time, if it caused trouble to the family and delayed a generation of literary masters from submitting manuscripts before their death...
Zhang Hongdao thought about this, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.
When the carriage was about to set off, he couldn't help but bow to the ground and thank Jingxuan.
"Mr. Taining, be careful on the road... Thank you very much, junior."
"Wu Lang finally understands." Jingxuan sighed while stroking his beard: "People, sometimes it's not advisable to be too persistent."
"Yes, please give me some advice, Mr. Xie."
In the distance, a little shepherd boy ran out of the woods on the roadside. His face was red and he was scared, but he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Who is Mr. Bai Pubai?"
Bai Pu turned his head and said, "That's it."
"Someone...someone gave this to sir." The little shepherd boy raised the paper in his hand.
Bai Pu quickly stepped forward and asked, "What else did he say?"
"He said... the poem I mentioned to Mr. Bai that day... he remembered three more sentences and wrote them here for you."
Bai Pu was overjoyed and asked: "But he said that Zhao Yi's poems can be seen from the book?"
"Seems to be."
Bai Pu stretched out his hand to take it, but the little shepherd boy asked again: "Are you... are you rich?"
Zhang Hongdao hurriedly stepped forward and handed over a small piece of silver.
"There are too many... That person gave me a bunch... Just ask for another bunch."
Zhang Hongdao smiled, handed over the small silver grain, waved his hand and said, "Go."
His eyes had fallen on the piece of paper in Bai Pu's hand, and sure enough, it was the familiar simple pen again.
His eyes narrowed and he murmured: "Is this... for Mr. Yishan?"
"yes."
"It also……"
Bai Pu murmured: "Feiyu is a sincere person...Uncle, I can also afford this poem."
"yes."
Zhang Hongdao sighed silently, secretly thinking that he was once again defeated by Li Xia in dealing with people.
Although the poem on the paper is incomplete, it is a portrayal of Yuan Haowen's life.
"The experience of the rise and fall of the catastrophe is in vain, and the literature of the two dynasties has declined... The country is unlucky and the poet is lucky, and he can write a sentence about the vicissitudes of life."
Li Xia got on his horse and galloped away to the south.
If he had time, he would rather go north to meet Yuan Haowen. After all, he was Qiaoer's great-uncle, but it was a pity that the timing was unlucky.
When I was studying in my previous life, I read Zhao Yi's "Li Du's Poems Translated by Thousands of Oral Traditions" and expanded my study by reciting another one of Zhao Yi's "Poems on Yishan".
At that time, Li Xia thought Yishan was just a mountain.
Seeing Bai Pu this time, Li Xia remembered that "Yishan" originally referred to Mr. Yishan Yuan Haowen.
Unfortunately, after many years and two lives, he can only remember the famous saying "The country is unfortunate but the poet is lucky".
I have been trying to remember for a few days and listened to Yuan Haowen's life story. Although I remembered the first and last two sentences, I could not remember the whole poem, which made me feel a little regretful...
Li Xia didn't think it was meaningless to come here to send poems today.
More than 750 years have passed, but he can still get along with the people of the Song Dynasty, the Mongols, the survivors of the Jin Dynasty, and the survivors of Dali, precisely because the Han family culture has not been cut off for thousands of years.
Is it possible that Yuan Haowen and even Zhang Rou and others contributed to this?
It may be extremely difficult for future generations to understand that Yuan Haowen claimed to be a Jin man and worshiped the Jurchens as Zhongzhou orthodoxy. However, the poems, songs, poems and historical articles he spent his whole life and worked hard to preserve are still Han culture.
In the war-torn years when wars were raging and human lives were like grass, these Central Plains people who were abandoned by the Song Dynasty and trampled by the Mongols, in the end, the only thing they could protect was books.
The only thing they can believe in is this sentence: "Although China occasionally has no king, like the Zhou Dynasty, the year of the Republic is called, but the etiquette and justice are not abolished. Therefore, it is said that 'the kings of Yi and Di are not as good as the death of all Xia'."
Etiquette and justice are still intact...how much more can you ask of them?
Those who are higher than blood and ethnic groups and promote the integration of Chinese and foreigners may be the civilization formed by this sentence.
Only by being in it did Li Xia feel the hardship and hardship...and strength.
If he and the Beiren were pure rivals when he first went north, this time, he understood the Beiren better, and he was more determined and confident in his aspirations in this life.
Then, the poem that had been forgotten was recalled again.
Just a few crosses, a history of blood and tears.
"The catastrophe of rise and fall is in vain, and the literature of the two dynasties has declined..."
Ten days later, a close friend of the Zhang family rushed back from Huolu's residence.
"Wulang, Mr. Yishan has passed away."
Zhang Hongdao sighed and said, "What a pity. What was the scene like at that time?"
"Several gentlemen are already sorting out Mr. Yishan's manuscripts..."
"It is better for the Yi and Di to have kings than for the Xia to perish." Zhang Hongdao murmured to himself.
"There is something Wulang may be interested in... Mr. Yishan listened to half of Li Xia's poem before he died. He chanted it repeatedly and called it a 'confidant'. He wanted to get up and write a poem in response, but unfortunately he couldn't get up."
"Can't answer a song?"
"Mr. Bai asked Mr. Yishan if he could use the old words as a gift. Mr. Yishan said, 'The first year of Yuanguang', but before he could finish his words, he suddenly passed away."
"He died suddenly before he finished speaking." Zhang Hongdao repeated.
Even if there was a rift with Li Xia, he would deeply regret it.
He understands poetry and knows that the fragments of poems sent by Li Xia are the most touching to Yuan Haowen's heart. It would be a pity if there was a poem in reply.
"The first year of Yuanguang? It was the year after Mr. Yishan passed the exam. He was in high spirits, but it coincided with the Mongolian invasion from the south... It's time for the song "Linjiang Immortal"?"
"Mr. Bai also asked if he would give "Linjiang Immortal" as a gift in return, but the villain didn't know."
Zhang Hongdao felt a little regretful, but also a little envious, and whispered...
"Nowadays, on the road down the Mang Mountain in Gubei, the yellow dust is old and the heroes are gone. In life, I hate the water and the east. Who cares about me, I talk to each other, and I see you home from afar."
After chanting Banque's poem, it seems to be sending yuan to ask questions.
Zhang Hongdao glanced at the horizon and continued to chant, gradually understanding why Yuan Haowen chose this poem to give to Li Xia.
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"Unparalleled fame will soon be put to use. In the past, I blamed God. A great song can be drunk for a thousand minutes. A man is good at everything, and it is not a matter of poverty..." To provide you with the fastest update of the end of the Song Dynasty, Chapter 387 is about the poem on Yishan.