Yuan Ji took two steps forward and whispered: "Sir, no one from the royal family has entered the Yuewang Temple in the past hundred years."
"I see, I forgot about it, but everything always has a beginning. Let's go and have a look inside." After saying that, I took the lead towards the Yuewang Temple.
Since Emperor Xiaozong of the Song Dynasty rehabilitated Yue Fei, almost every emperor has posthumously granted him a posthumous title. The late Emperor Lizong posthumously awarded Yue Fei the titles of Zhongwu and Taishi, which were later changed to Zhongwen. However, no emperor has ever visited Yuewang Temple to pay homage to Yue Fei.
Wu Mu seems to have formed a routine over time, and even the common people are very clear about it.
The Yuewang Temple is located in the northwest corner of the West Lake. It was built in the 14th year of Jiading in the Southern Song Dynasty, that is, 1221. After Yue Fei was killed, jailer Wei Shun risked his life and quietly carried Yue Fei's body across the city wall on a dark night.
Yue Fei's body was hastily buried next to the Jiuqucong Temple at the foot of Beishan. Twenty-one years later, Emperor Xiaozong of the Song Dynasty ordered Yue Fei to be exonerated, and offered a high price of 500 guan to recover Yue Fei's body, and moved it to the foot of Qixia Ridge with a grand ceremony.
During the Jiading period, the Yuewang Temple was built in front of Yue Fei's tomb. Although it was repaired many times in later generations, it basically retained its original style.
When I was a child, I read The Legend of Yue Fei many times, and I had great admiration for this anti-gold hero.
Turn left from the fork and you will see the later famous Yuewang Temple not far away.
The first gate is a two-story building with double eaves, majestic and solemn, with a vertical plaque with three characters "Yuewang Temple" hanging in the middle.
Entering the gate, you will see a patio courtyard with a bluestone-paved corridor in the middle, about 20 meters long, with towering ancient trees on both sides, solemn and solemn. Opposite the main hall of the Yuewang Temple is the Martyrs' Shrine, with double eaves hanging in the middle.
There is a horizontal plaque with the words "Xin Zhao Tian Ri". These four characters were written by Marshal Ye Jianying after the reconstruction. In the center of the main hall is a colorful full-length statue of Yue Fei, nearly five meters high, wearing a purple python robe and golden armor on his arms.
It looks majestic and upright. On the horizontal plaque above the statue are the cursive script of Marshal Yue and the four gilded characters "Give me back my rivers and mountains" which will be very famous in later generations.
I stood quietly in front of the statue of Yue Fei. Next to me, Yuan Ji led Lan Yu and Shen Mo to light three sticks of incense and kowtowed three times respectfully. Xiao Qi, who grew up in the palace, was not that fond of Yue Fei.
Understand, this also reflects that Yue Fei's influence among the people is far greater than that in the court.
"My ambition is to eat the meat of Hulu when I am hungry, and I am laughing and talking about drinking the blood of Xiongnu when I am thirsty. I will definitely do it to return my rivers and mountains. May Marshal Yue live and rest in peace. I will come again to offer sacrifices to you when the king's army moves north to conquer the Central Plains." I am here.
He said silently in his heart.
"Respectable, deplorable." After saying these four words, I left the main hall.
After passing through the main hall, turn left and pass through a corridor, you will arrive in front of Yue Fei's tomb. The most attractive thing in front of the tomb is the statue of Qin Hui. Qin Hui and Wang knelt on the ground with their hands tied behind their backs, seeming to be repenting to Yue Fei.
I took a look, shook my head and sighed in a low voice: "Hateful, deplorable."
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a clear voice behind me saying: "Please tell me, sir, if you can understand how hateful it is, why is it so deplorable?" I looked back and was suddenly shocked. Is it Hoshisugi? It looks too much like him.
Did she also travel through time? My mind suddenly became very confused, and I stared stupidly at the girl in white who was talking, basically losing my mind.
The girl in white frowned and said angrily: "I asked you something, but you looked at me so directly. It seems a bit too much."
I calmed down and said with a sad expression: "Young girl looks very much like an old friend of mine. Please forgive me for being rude. Qin Hui framed Zhongliang, which led to Marshal Yue's unjust death in Fengbo Pavilion. It's really hateful. As for this, it's deplorable."
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When the girl in white saw me apologizing, her face softened slightly, but she said with a look of disdain on her eyebrows: "What's the shame of such a treacherous and evil person?"
Not only did the girl in white think so, but the eyes of Yuan Ji and others also showed the same view.
I said: "Girl, do you think Qin Hui has more power or Gaozong has more power?"
"No need to ask, of course it's the emperor."
I smiled and did not continue.
Yuan Ji next to him seemed to have realized something, and hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Sir, it's late, it's time to leave."
"Girl, farewell." When I left, I heard the girl in white saying to herself: "Is this the answer?"
Tongle House is the largest restaurant by the lake. It is said that the name of this restaurant was given by Su Shi, a great writer in the Northern Song Dynasty.
When Su Dongpo was the prefect of Lin'an, he hosted a banquet for his friend Huang Tingjian here. The restaurant had just opened. The owner Xiao Guan liked Su Shi's poems very much and asked him to name the restaurant. Master Foyin happened to come uninvited and said, "It is not as good as having fun alone."
Are you happy? Dongpo was so pleased that he named it Tongle. Huang Tingjian wrote the three characters "Tonglelou" with his own hand. The handwriting on the plaque in front of the door is Huang Tingjian's original handwriting.
The signature dish of this restaurant, Dongpo Pork, was also passed down by Su Dongpo at that time, and has always been regarded as the only authentic Dongpo Pork by the people of Lin'an. Prince Zhao Fu and Xiao Qi had eaten here when they sneaked out before, and they had a good impression.
Business in Tongle Building has always been very good. When we arrived, the private room was already full, so we randomly picked a table by the window on the second floor and sat down. There is no Internet or photos these days, so no one knows me, not to mention there are
With Yuan Ji and other experts here, I don't have to worry about my safety at all.
Although the food here is exquisite, it is still not as good as the one made by the royal chef in the palace, let alone compared with that of later generations.
The cuisine of this era is both sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, but lacks umami, and by the way, it lacks MSG. Ever since I traveled through time, I haven’t had much of an appetite. Firstly, it’s because of the Hibiscus cedar, and secondly, maybe I’m used to it.
Probably because of MSG. After I go back, I have to think about whether MSG can be developed in this era. If it can be successful, it will be a big business. Gunpowder, guns and cannons must be made, and things that can make money must also be made. War
At the end of the battle, isn't it about comparing who has more money? If I had much more money than Kublai Khan, then who would I have to fear? I could kill these people on horseback with money.
While we were eating, we were chatting. Yuan Ji had quite a lot of experience in the world. He had traveled all over the world when he was young. He had been to Dajin, Xixia, Dali, Mongolia, etc., and he knew something about all walks of life. He could talk about it casually.
An experience makes us listen with gusto.
Looking out the window, the lanterns were just beginning to shine.
On early winter nights, there are still a small number of cruise ships sailing through the lake regardless of the cold. The lights on the cruise ships are bright, and from time to time there are bursts of singing and the sound of drinking and having fun.
No matter what the border wars are like, no matter how miserable the people are, the West Lake is always full of music and dancing, just like the Qinhuai River in the late Ming Dynasty, where people only live in drunkenness and dream.
At this time, a cruise ship that was much larger than the other ships came and parked in the lake. The ships that were around it all gave way. The ship was covered with red lanterns and looked beaming and grand. It seemed to be the West Lake.
Owner.
"Why is this big ship so arrogant that other ships have got out of the way?" I said while looking out the window.
"If you don't even know this, how can you be considered a Lin'an person?" The crisp voice sounded again, and the girl in white whom I met in the Yue Temple suddenly appeared in front of me.