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Chapter 593: Changing Days (Please subscribe)
A song "Yellow Crane Tower" once again detonated the poetry world of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The majestic artistic conception and the recollection of the vast history in the poem all make people admire the poet's broad mind and indomitable vision. "" There is also a final scene where the poet borrows scenery.
In contrast to my own feeling of homesickness, it also made countless students who were away from home feel sad and deeply moved.
When the students heard that this song "Yellow Crane Tower" was actually a birthday gift given to Miss Li by Mr. Lu on the birthday of the governor of Hubei's daughter. The students were even more amazed at this time, it was really a legend.
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When talking about this matter, the students, while feeling the poet's deep human touch, also envied Miss Li's luck.
The emperor's master rose from prominence to become famous all over the world. There were not many poems written by him, but each one was a fine product. Moreover, most of the poems written by the emperor's master were collected by the emperor who was keen on poetry and regarded as treasures. They were spread among the people.
, basically no. Occasionally, there are rumors that the works of the emperor's master are circulated in a certain calligraphy and painting shop, but after being identified, they are all fakes.
Especially after the emperor's sudden resignation and departure from Beijing on the eve of the Spring Festival last year, the reputation of Lu Heng's works increased even more. For a time, Luoyang paper was expensive. Big families in Beijing, famous ministers and senior officials all had Lu Heng.
It's an authentic work and I'm proud of it.
Inside the palace.
It was already night, and the azure twilight aura shrouded the majestic and solemn imperial city, solemn and quiet.
In the imperial city, lanterns have been hung up. The stars are dotted, twinkling and twinkling. The hazy light connects with the stars in the sky. It is like the imperial city in the sky and the fairyland on earth.
The autumn wind blew, and a fallen leaf crossed the smooth stone floor, making a soft sound and drifting into the distance.
In the bleak autumn wind, groups of Qianniu Guards passed by silently, patrolling the imperial city. The eunuch guards who were changing shifts stood quietly outside the imperial study, not squinting.
In the imperial study room, the lights are bright.
The emperor with all white hair looked a bit old. At this time, he was sitting quietly on the dragon throne. With an appreciative smile in his eyes, he read a secret message sent by Nightingale from Hubei.
Next to him, Prince Xiaowu looked a little nervous and restless.
After sitting down, several court officials headed by Zhang Wenshan stood quietly. From time to time, they raised their heads and looked at the boss on the dragon chair, with many doubts in their hearts. The latest chapter of the Holy Church
After retiring from the imperial court, these important ministers were kept in the palace by the emperor until now. During this period, the emperor did not say anything, but stood quietly in the imperial study, hunched over, leaning on a cane, and looking at
He stared at the large Zhou territory on the wall in a daze.
It was not until a nightingale came in to report that a secret report from Hubei was coming. The emperor woke up, turned around, and let the nightingale in.
Nightingale handed over a secret report, which was urgently sent from Hubei.
Hubei?
After Zhang Wenshan heard a few words from the nightingale's mouth, his heart couldn't help but thump.
From his informants all over the world, we learned that Lu Heng was heading to Sichuan with his family at this time. It is estimated that he had just arrived in Hubei at this time.
This secret report came from Hubei. Could it be related to Lu Heng?
Recalling that on the eve of the Spring Festival last year, the monarch and his ministers turned against each other. Zhang Wenshan was worried about what his majesty would do to Lu Heng.
He raised his head and secretly glanced at the emperor on the dragon throne. However, he saw that the emperor was just smiling and looking at the secret report in his hand.
There was no murderous look in his eyes, but instead a warm smile and quiet memories.
"On the fifth day of September, Mr. Lu, who was traveling to Sichuan, arrived at the Yellow Crane Tower in Hubei. It happened that Li Dehui, the governor of Hubei, was celebrating his daughter's birthday. On that day, there were countless guests and celebrities gathered. Mr. Cangshan and layman Songzhu were the leaders. During the period, the students celebrated Li Shuangshuang's birthday.
Composed a poem on the spot. Later, Mr. Lu was invited to compose a poem on the spot, including "Yellow Crane Tower".
Underneath the secret report are Lu Heng's poems.
The emperor read it in a low voice, raised his head, sighed, and praised softly: "Where is the hometown at sunset? The Yanbo River makes people sad! What a poem!"
A good poem is a good poem, but the faint hint of despair in the last line of the poem soaked in the emperor's heart and lingered for a long time.
Looking at the memorial in his hand, a hint of imperceptible regret flashed through the emperor's bright eyes.
His expression remained blank for a long time, until the prince next to him softly called the emperor. The emperor finally woke up from his memories, picked up the cold tea on the table, and took a sip.
Perhaps it was because of the uneven breath in his heart that he drank a sip of tea, which made the emperor cough repeatedly.
"Your Majesty, take care of your dragon body!"
Seeing that the emperor was coughing so badly, Zhang Wenshan and others were startled and asked to find the imperial doctor.
The emperor raised his hand and waved it, shaking his head slightly.
After coughing, Zhuzhu raised his head, smiled helplessly, and shook his head. He stood up slowly and looked at the imperial study room where he had lived for decades with blurry eyes, looking at the familiar bookshelf with bright yellow color. The emperor clasped his hands behind his back and sighed.
With a cry, he secretly said in his heart: "I'm old!"
Years ago, after receiving the victory at Yanmen Pass, the emperor was so happy that he went to Zichen Hall to worship his ancestors.
When he entered the door, he took a handful of cold water and washed his face in the water tank in front of the palace. At that time, the emperor was still excited and said to Li Dequan who was with him: "It doesn't matter, when I was young, I also came from the wind.
Went in the rain. What does this mean?"
Unexpectedly, just this handful of cold water caused a great change in the emperor's body and even his mind.
After that day, perhaps because of the cold, the emperor suddenly fell ill and had a high fever that refused to go away. The imperial doctor was helpless and almost died several times.
Perhaps it was because of his obsession that he refused to give up before seeing the revival of the Zhou Dynasty. More than ten days later, the critically ill emperor finally recovered.
However, as the saying goes, what goes down comes again.
Before he could recover, the son he felt most ashamed of, the King of Shu, suddenly colluded with the harem and launched a rebellion.
For the first time in his decades of life, the emperor became a prisoner.
If Lu Heng hadn't led his army to Beijing to quell the rebellion, he would probably have been the first king to lose his country since the founding of the Zhou dynasty.
Fortunately, he came in time.
However, when he thought of the meeting in the underground palace that day, the emperor's mood at that time was not only no joy, but not even a little happy. What was there was only deep worry and fear.
That day, for the first time, he truly saw how amazing Lu Heng's energy was.
You know, Nanying is the most important trump card in the royal family's hand.
In order to prevent the southern camp from falling into the hands of rebels, the late emperor specially formulated a system of deploying troops in parallel with the tiger talisman and the scepter.
but……
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Lu Heng actually mobilized the southern camp with just the tiger talisman in his hand.
This... is no longer the energy that a minister should have.
That day, when the emperor saw Wang Shichao next to Lu Heng, his heart felt cold. A chill shot straight into his head uncontrollably.
For the first time, he truly realized that Lu Heng, with a calm face and a warm smile in front of him, was so terrifying.
He also understood for the first time what it means to be a master of great power.
After a brief period of shock and fear, the emperor suddenly wanted to see Lu Heng kneeling in front of him, respectfully performing the courtesy of a king and a minister.
As long as Lu Heng knelt down and kowtowed, the emperor would not hold him accountable for anything and would still hold his hand affectionately and chat with him freely.
However, Lu Heng did not.
At that moment, the emperor suddenly thought of killing this man.
The next series of actions completely caused an irreparable rift between him and Lu Heng. At the same time, it also helplessly confirmed how absurd the panic and worry in his heart were.
Fatty Hong died and Agui lost his arm.
When he saw Fatty Hong lying on the ground with a dagger stuck in his chest, Lu Heng's eyes looked at him again. Instead of the warmth and greetings that his previous friends had when they met, there was just a calm goodbye.
Very peaceful...
Thinking of his own impulse that caused all the consequences that day, the emperor's heart moved slightly, and his body became even more rickety at this moment.
The next day, the emperor, who had not slept all night, was sitting in the royal study, waiting for the news he was expecting, and waiting for Lu Heng to enter the palace to greet him as usual.
Unfortunately, when the sun dispersed the night and shone into the imperial study, the news that Nightingale brought back was only the news that Lu Heng and his family left the capital in the early morning.
That day, after the nightingale left, the emperor was the only one left alone in the huge imperial study.
Looking at the quiet imperial study, the emperor truly felt a sense of complete loneliness for the first time.
Bright yellow majesty, gorgeous palace.
All of these are more vivid reflections of my own ridiculousness.
After sitting in silence for nearly an hour, suddenly, a feeling of unwillingness and irritability rushed into his heart. For the first time in thirty years since he ascended the throne, the emperor lost his temper and became angry.
He pushed down the dragon chair and smashed everything in the imperial study, including the bookshelf, the altar table, his favorite Duan Inkstone, everything was in a mess.
After venting his anger, the emperor looked at the messy imperial study room. He smiled bitterly, squatted on the ground, and burst into tears.
I was really wrong!
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"Your Majesty!" He saw the emperor sitting there blankly, his expression wandering, as if he was recalling something.
Zhang Wenshan took a step forward, raised his head, and asked cautiously.
After asking the question, the emperor's body trembled for unknown reasons.
After coming back to his senses, the emperor's eyes became clear again. He glanced at the secret letter in his hand and slowly placed it on the table.
He turned around, smiled at the prince beside him, and waved, "Xiao Wu, come over here to Grandpa Huang!"
Xiaowu, who had experienced the Northern War and the palace coup, was more mature than before. Just sitting there without saying a word, the domineering and majesty of the king of a country could not help but be revealed.
Seeing the emperor waving, Xiao Wu stood up slowly, walked over respectfully, bent down and saluted: "Grandpa Huang!"
"Come, sit down!" The emperor took Xiao Wu's hand, made room for him, and asked him to sit on the dragon chair.
Xiao Wu's expression did not change, but he took a step back and said solemnly: "My grandson doesn't dare!"
"Sit down!" The emperor sighed, stood up, and pulled Xiao Wu over. He pressed him directly on the chair and reached out to pat Xiao Wu's shoulder.
Then, the emperor turned his head and looked at a group of courtiers who were sitting down, bent over, their faces changed greatly, and they looked uneasy.
After a quiet silence, the emperor slowly spoke: "At the Spring Festival next year, I will announce my abdication!"