Chapter 162 Yannan returns to Song Jiang and flees to Qingzhou
Chapter 162 Yannan returns, Song Jiang flees to Qingzhou
Qingzhou.
Zhao Mansion.
Li Qingzhao personally welcomed Han Yan into the house, and it was not until Han Yan explained his intention with a smile that Li Qingzhao was overjoyed, and it turned out that Han Yan was here to send money.
This summer banquet, literati debate, will be sponsored and hosted by the Bohai County Government.
This little money is nothing to the Wang family.
But the problem is that Han Yan herself doesn't know why Wang Lin got involved in this matter, and she also asked Hua Rong to send a message that this summer banquet hinted that the Meng family should no longer provide sponsorship and so on.
Han Yan immediately remembered some recent rumors in Qingzhou.
I thought: Could it be that your husband really has some unknown or tacit ambiguous relationship with this talented woman of the Song Dynasty?
So Han Yan is still a little repelled by this.
After all, Li Qingzhao was a married woman with a great reputation. Being too close to her would bring bad reputation to her husband.
"Thank you madam, Qingzhao is very grateful. The Meng family suddenly proposed that they no longer sponsor the summer banquet. Qingzhao was still worried just now. This grand gathering of more than a hundred people cost a lot of money. Money is needed everywhere, but Qingzhao is short of money and should
How to bear it? Fortunately, my wife generously helped me!" Li Qingzhao saluted.
Han Yan smiled slightly: "Madam organized the summer banquet not for personal gain. Meeting friends through literature is also a major literary event in Qingzhou. We, the Bohai County Government, cannot sit idly by when we hear that Madam is in trouble."
Li Qingzhao has been in Qingzhou for so long, and few people call her "Madam". They usually call her "Jushi Yi'an" or "Jushi".
Han Yan always called her "Mrs." Li Qingzhao was such a talented and intelligent person, how could he not hear what she was saying.
But Li Qingzhao has always been arrogant and self-righteous. He has always been dismissive of some rumors and did not bother to explain.
However, Han Yan's overt and covert hints and warnings made Li Qingzhao feel worried.
She was silent for a moment and decided to refuse Han Yan's donation, then said: "I understand what Madam means... In this case, Madam, please come back. I appreciate it with kindness. Summer banquets are about making friends through literature, and even a cup of tea can guide the world.
Encouraging words, although Qingzhao is poor, he can still afford a cup of tea."
Han Yan smiled, said nothing nonsense, nodded slightly, then turned around and left.
In her opinion, she did what her husband arranged, but Li Qingzhao didn't accept it, so what can you do?
She didn't say anything from beginning to end.
In her opinion, a little money is not worth mentioning, but the fact that the Bohai County Government stood up and publicly supported Li Qingzhao will undoubtedly make the rumors about Wang Lin and Li Qingzhao spread even more.
Although Han Yan left, Han Yan also knew how much her husband valued this summer banquet. After all, this was his first cultural exchange event after taking office as a military governor.
The palace cannot provide the money, but can ask other families to provide the money. This is Han Yan's idea.
In a private room in the teahouse opposite the Zhao Mansion, Wang Lin stood in front of the window. Seeing Han Yan walking out of the Zhao Mansion so quickly with a calm face, Li Qingzhao didn't even give him a gift. It seemed a little rude, so he couldn't help but smile and said to Yan Qing:
"Yan Qing, what do you think Madam will do next?"
Yan Qing chuckled: "Madam takes the overall situation into consideration. Although she is not willing to let the envoy get involved in the affairs of layman Yi An, she knows that the envoy attaches great importance to this cultural banquet, so my subordinates guess that she will go there after leaving the Zhao Mansion.
Looking for other merchants to provide financial support. As for whom the wife will go to, it is difficult for me to guess."
Wang Lin smiled slightly, raised his finger and pointed to the Yuelai Inn not far away, which was on the same street, and said: "She will go find that Murong Wan'er."
Yan Qing smiled bitterly.
Only then did he realize that Zhijun's ultimate purpose was to get Murong Wan'er to sponsor this cultural banquet and move from darkness to light.
It's just such a small matter that can be done with just one sentence. It is estimated that the Murong family will follow everything, so why did you go through such a big circle, even including your wife?
But Yan Qing didn't ask.
He knew that his envoy's plans were far-reaching and he never acted according to common sense. It was difficult for others to guess his thoughts.
Anyway, he always obeys orders and never makes any assumptions.
As expected, Han Yan went to find Murong Wan'er.
Murong Wan'er naturally sold her favor to Han Yan, and then ordered someone to send Li Qingzhao two hundred dollars, becoming the sole sponsor of the Qingzhou summer banquet.
"Your Majesty, this young lady from the Murong family has recently opened a 'Yannangui' trading firm in Qingzhou. It is said that she specializes in the fur business and horse trade of the Jin and Liao people," Yan Qing said.
"The wild geese are returning to the south?" Wang Lin muttered: "The autumn wind is blowing, white clouds are flying, and the grass and trees are yellowing, and the wild geese are returning to the south... The name of the Murong family's business is probably worth a lot of trouble. Don't worry about her for now, as long as she is in our Qingzhou
Operate in accordance with the law, trade fairly, and pay taxes according to regulations. I would welcome the Murong family to settle in Qingzhou."
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Let's say that in Yuncheng County, Song Jiang killed Bai Sheng in a rage. Knowing that he was inevitably responsible for the murder, he did not dare to stay any longer and fled the county immediately.
Song Jiang returned to Songjiazhuang overnight to say goodbye to his father and brother Song Qing, and hurriedly picked up the gift package. He remembered Hua Rong of Qingzhou Qingfeng Village, who he had become friends with, and heard that Hua Rong held a high position under Wang Lin and was an in-law, so he decided to join Hua Rong.
With a proud heart, I still wanted to seek refuge under Wang Lin's family.
Song Jiang's escape made it difficult for Yuncheng County Magistrate Shi Wenbin to do so.
In particular, the gangster publicly accused Song Jiang of murder, and also claimed that Chao Gai, a high-ranking official from Dongxi Village outside the city, together with seven other people, failed to rob the official gang... When it came to the Liangshan thieves, Shi Wenbin didn't dare to neglect, so he immediately went to sea to arrest him.
Documents were written in various prefectures and counties in Shandong to apprehend Song Jiang.
On the other hand, Zhu Dianleiheng, the head of the county, and Sun Ji, the county lieutenant, were ordered to mobilize nearly a thousand soldiers from the county and rush to Shijie Village to recapture the property that Hebei had dedicated to the officials.
Of course, at the same time, he also sent a letter to Jeju Prefecture overnight, requesting Jeju Prefecture to send troops to help.
For Shi Wenbin, the most important thing at the moment is to recapture the 100,000 gold and silver jewelry. This was a tribute from Hebei Province to the official Zhao Ji. It was lost in his Yuncheng County. He, the county magistrate, cannot escape the blame.
As for the murder of Song Jiang, Shi Wenbin had always thought highly of Song Jiang and had intended to turn it into a minor matter.
Otherwise, killing people is one of them, and being involved with people like Chao Gai is another, which would be enough to arrest the whole family in Songjiang Village and send them to prison and torture them to extract confessions.
Song Jiang galloped up and fled to Qingzhou at night.
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Qingzhou.
Early this morning, the summer banquet started successfully.
The summer banquet was arranged in the back garden of Zhao Mansion. At this time, the flowers in the garden were in full bloom and the atmosphere of summer was full.
Scholars and students from Qingzhou and other states, as well as local gentry and celebrities from Qingzhou, came to attend the meeting as scheduled.
For a time, the Zhao Mansion was filled with people like a city, and the carriages and horses were moving.
As the host of the summer banquet, Li Qingzhao wore a green skirt, lightly applied makeup, and sat on the main seat.
According to the rules of previous years, the arrangement of banquet seats does not follow the rules of the officialdom. There is no artificial classification of three, six or nine. It all depends on the time of arrival and the individual's conscious decision to sit down.
Despite this, no ordinary scribes dared to sit at the ten or so seats closest to Li Qingzhao, which were reserved for local officials, gentry and celebrities.
The government came to Qingzhou Prefecture to consolidate the situation.
Hua Rong was not interested in this kind of literati gathering. For Li Qingzhao's sake, allowing Ji Ji to attend could be regarded as representing the official support of Qingzhou Prefecture.
There were far more people coming this year than in previous years, and Li Qingzhao refused to accept them all.
Therefore, many scribes did not have a seat and had to sit on the ground on the grass outside the banquet, but they were still happy and proud to participate.
Since the time when Su Da was a scholar, no one could surpass Li Qingzhao in terms of poetry attainments in the literary world of the Song Dynasty.
For these scribes, getting Li Qingzhao's comments was the shortcut to fame, or the ladder to becoming an official.
The reason why there are so many people this year is mainly because many people speculate or expect that Wang Lin will attend, trying to attract Wang Lin's favor through poetry.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Li Qingzhao was about to announce the start of the banquet, but saw the crowd outside became commotion, and then a clear and powerful announcement came: "Your Majesty has arrived!"
The group of scribes immediately became excited. Wang Lin, wearing the blue Confucian shirt he always liked to wear, a Xiaoyao scarf on his head, a face like a crown jewel, and a smile, came slowly over.
Yan Qing followed closely behind.
All the scribes moved out of the way, prostrated themselves on both sides and shouted: "Greetings to the envoy!"
Li Qingzhao and Confucius, as well as the largest local businessman Meng Ting and other gentry and celebrities also stood up to pay their respects.
Wang Lin looked around at everyone, raised his hands and said loudly: "Everyone, please stand up. Today is a banquet. I will attend in a private capacity, and there is no need to be formal!"
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"For today's banquet, I would also like to ask you to use the theme of Yannan's return, whether it is a poem, a poem, or a rhyme."
Li Qingzhao smiled and waved his hand: "To cheer you all up, the Murong clan of the capital has donated a prize, a Kunlun Purple Jade Pendant, and the winner will get it."
Li Qingzhao's maid carried the tray and turned it around. On it was a delicate and unique purple jade pendant, which was obviously a priceless item.
A group of scribes were amazed.
At this time, Meng Ting stood up and said loudly: "Qingzhou Cultural Banquet, how can I, the Meng family of Qingzhou, lag behind others, so I also donate a coral from the East China Sea as a bonus."
The men from the Meng family also brought out a plate of snow-white coral.
Although scholars of this era have always claimed that they don't like the smell of copper, in fact, all of them love money.
The Murong family's Kunlun purple jade and the Meng family's East China Sea coral tree are both priceless treasures. If you become the leader, you will become famous and make a fortune, so why not?
Therefore, the scholars who participated in the poetry competition were in high spirits for a while.
However, Li Qingzhao was not satisfied after he published seventeen or eight poems in a row.
It wasn't until Meng Ting's eldest son Meng Xun stood up to bow to each other and submitted one of his poems that Li Qingzhao's attention aroused.
"I miss you so much. The west wind passes by, the leaves fall and the flowers fly. The sea is far away and the beach is flat, and sometimes dodos cry sadly. Looking at the horizon, the mountains are arrayed; looking at the feet, step by step, they are frightened. The geese return south, in the late autumn, the villages and fields
The smoke blows and it’s hard to come back.
Thousands of mountains and rivers, broad-headed snow, things are different and people are different. I am trapped in the end of the world, and I hate that I have no place to drink and have no cup. It is late at night, and the railings sing to the moon; when I wake up from the wine, the rice paper is stained with plum blossoms. I ask Hongyan, when can I send it?
Send it to someone else."
Obviously, this is a poem written by Meng Xun in imitation of Li Qingzhao's style.
And it is obvious that Li Qingzhao likes this kind of sad and melodious tone.
So Li Qingzhao tasted it carefully, then he slapped the case and said: "What a good word! The artistic conception and style are far-reaching, which makes people appreciate it endlessly. It can be called a masterpiece!"
Everyone was silent and looked at each other. Li Qingzhao asked again: "Is there anyone else who has submitted poems?"