Along the way, Bai Suyan's melodious explanation made the group feel as if they were in the time and space of history, and personally felt the noble character of Zhuge Liang, the Prime Minister of Shu, who worked hard and died.
"Zhuge Liang dedicated himself to the death of the Kingdom of Shu!" Liu Qingqing looked at the large ancestral hall in front of her and said softly. However, after a moment, she didn't know what she thought of, and sighed softly: "This is also the time when I met Liu Chan, the king of the country.
!In history, there have been many loyal ministers who have achieved great success, but the result..."
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but think of what happened to Lu Heng, and sighed softly in their hearts.
Regarding this issue, Lu Heng didn't know what to say.
In the past few days, after the women saw that they had returned to their old careers and served the royal family, although they did not say anything, Lu Heng could still see the worries in their hearts.
It is precisely because of this that Lu Heng took them on a trip to the mountains and rivers in the past few days in order to prevent them from worrying about these things.
Unexpectedly, when we arrived at Wuhou Temple, the thoughts of women were brought up.
At this time, looking at the statue of Wuhou in the ancestral hall, Lu Heng smiled and said lightly: "I dedicated myself to death and died. Therefore, throughout the ages, there has only been one Wuhou!"
Turning his head and looking at the beautiful women in front of him, but whose eyes could not hide the worry, Lu Heng spread his arms and hands and said, "Look at me, I don't look like the kind of person who devotes himself to the country."
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When he saw Liu Qingqing and the other girls, they looked at him expectantly.
Lu Heng smiled, stroking his chin. After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "Don't worry. It won't take more than a year for your husband and I to escape from the court. And then..."
Then, Lu Heng smiled excitedly and said with anticipation: "When the time comes, we will go back to the small courtyard in Jiangning and watch Qinhuai Fengyue and Baiwei Life!!"
Speaking of this, Lu Heng's heart was moved and he glanced at Liu Qingqing.
And Liu Qingqing also remembered the past with Lu Heng on the Qinhuai River in front of flowers and under the moon. After seeing Lu Heng's cunning eyes, Liu Qingqing's pretty face turned red slightly.
Lu Heng had a faint smile on his face, thinking about his future life: "In your free time, go out for a walk and see the magnificent rivers and mountains of the Zhou Dynasty. Well, maybe you can also travel abroad!"
Today's Dazhou is still the center of the world.
Every year, there are many foreign countries who come to pay tribute and study in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Among them are many black people from Asia, Africa and Latin America, as well as some Europeans who have traveled across the ocean.
Well, it seems that at this time, America and Australia have not been discovered yet! They are still deserted there, so it’s okay not to go there.
On the other hand, Lu Heng was still very interested in Europe.
What about Nordic mythology and the Aegean Sea?
As he thought about it, a smile gradually appeared on Lu Heng's lips.
However, before going to these places, first of all, he had to take Princess Ankang, who was far away in the capital, back home, and then go to Mount Wutai.
Hehe, there is a fairy sister there.
Thinking of this, Lu Heng secretly looked back at Bai Suyan with a guilty conscience.
Yesterday, I told Bai Suyan about Ouyang Mochou. Moreover, Qian Dingzhuwan asked Bai Suyan to keep it a secret.
When Bai Suyan heard Lu Heng talking about this matter, Bai Suyan, who had already been helpless towards Lu Heng, just covered her forehead and sighed softly: Let's see how you will explain to Sister Liu and Sister Ruolan in the future.
At this time, he looked back at Bai Suyan.
Seeing that there was nothing unusual about Bai Suyan, Lu Heng breathed a sigh of relief.
"My lord, my lord!" Liu Qingqing's voice echoed in her ears, seeming to be filled with resentment.
Lu Heng came back to his senses and looked around quickly. He saw Liu Qingqing pouting and looking at him resentfully.
"Ah, what?" Lu Heng asked quickly with a smile.
"What are you thinking about?" Liu Qingqing glared at Lu Heng and said resentfully.
"No, I didn't think about anything!" Lu Heng laughed and waved his hands generously.
"I must be thinking about that fox!" Su Qianqian crossed her arms and sneered.
On the side, Ouyang Ruolan nodded vigorously in agreement.
"What do you think, sister Suyan!" Wang Tingzhi took Bai Suyan's arm and asked in a low voice.
Bai Suyan looked at Lu Heng with a half-smile, and then said softly: "I'm afraid only my husband knows this! Right, my husband!"
Lu Heng waved his hand and said righteously: "How is that possible?"
"cut!"
When a group of women heard this, they all curled their lips, obviously not believing it.
Lu Heng was depressed.
"By the way, Qingqing, what did you just say?" Seeing that something was wrong, Lu Heng quickly changed the subject.
Liu Qingqing glared at Lu Heng, and then let Lu Heng go for the time being.
He raised his head, looked at the main hall of Wuhou Temple in front, and said with a smile: "My lord, look, since we came in, we have discovered many poems and couplets by famous historical figures! My lord, do you want to write one?"
"Yes, sir!"
A group of women clapped and applauded, and lost no time in encouraging Lu Hengdao.
Lu Heng smiled bitterly and looked at the group of women in front of him. After thinking about it in his head, it was an opportunity to change the topic.
So, Lu Heng coughed, nodded modestly and said: "Okay! Since wives think so highly of him, then this great talent will show his shame!"
A group of people then entered Zhuge Liang's palace.
Inside, the descendants of Marquis Wu, who had already learned the news, came forward to greet him.
After hearing that Lu Heng wanted to leave his calligraphy treasure, the descendants of Marquis Wu were overjoyed and quickly sent people to get pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Liu Qingqing rolled up her sleeves herself and polished them with bare hands.
Lu Heng leaned in front of the case, pondered for a moment, and then put down his pen.
"Prime Minister of Shu"
After Liu Qingqing recited softly, she turned her head and glanced at Lu Heng, who was engrossed in the paper, with a look in her beautiful eyes.
"Where can I find the Prime Minister's ancestral hall? There are many trees outside Jinguan City.
The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sings in the sky through the leaves.
Three visits have frequently troubled the world's plans, and two dynasties have opened the hearts of veterans.
To die before leaving the army is to make the hero burst into tears."
Finally, Lu Heng mentioned a few small words at the back of the poem: On the tenth day of October in the sixth year of Qingyuan of the Great Zhou Dynasty, at the Wuhou Temple in Chengdu. Lu Yongzheng and his wife came here to visit. He expressed his feelings!
After writing all this, Lu Heng placed the brush on Yantai. He straightened up and smiled slightly as he looked at the eloquent poems.
Du Fu's song "The Prime Minister of Shu" truly reflected the lives of the two people. It made the descendants of Wuhou on the side feel deeply moved and couldn't help but shed tears.
On the side, Liu Qingqing and the other girls couldn't help but think of what happened to their husband after seeing the poems about "Three Gus Frequently Troubling the World" and "Two Dynasties Revealing the Hearts of Veterans".
From Jiangning to Tokyo later, the path Xianggong took was almost the same as that of Shu Xianggong.
Xianggong wrote this poem "The Prime Minister of Shu". Between the lines, it is not his own way.
Lu Heng himself didn't have a sad and lost expression. Instead, after writing this poem, a relaxed look appeared on his face.
It felt as if I had made a final decision, feeling relaxed from the bottom of my heart.
After the descendants of Wuhou framed the paper with trembling hands, and then stored it away like a pilgrimage. Lu Heng smiled slightly, turned around, stretched out his hand, touched Liu Qingqing's nose, and said with a smile: "Okay
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Liu Qingqing blushed, lowered her head and hummed softly.
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This song "The Prime Minister of Shu" was circulated the next day. And it spread to every corner of the Zhou Dynasty at an extremely fast speed.
The poets and poets, in addition to lamenting the noble sentiments of the Prime Minister of Shu who dedicated himself to death and died, also felt extremely sorry and sympathized with the author of this poem, the current emperor's master.
Not only the literati and poets, but also the local officials couldn't help but lick their lips in admiration when they saw this poem.
The demeanor of an imperial master is beyond our reach!
In Tokyo, the wave caused by this poem was much stronger than anywhere else in the Zhou Dynasty.
As more and more people began to recite this poem, rumors about the Prime Minister of Shu and the Emperor's Master could be heard everywhere in the streets and alleys.
Royal Palace.
In the imperial study, the emperor looked at the ins and outs of the incident written in the memorial.
Thinking that Lu Heng actually wrote this poem to satisfy the demands of his wives, I felt a little bit amused.
As for the rumor circulating about the emperor's master lamenting that his talent was not appreciated, the emperor naturally sneered at such rhetoric.
Others might use this resentful method to express their pitiful feelings, but Lu Heng would not.
Absolutely not!
A guy who has rejected me over and over again, who would be this kind of person? A guy who is a military marshal, the emperor of Zhou Dynasty, and has all the power, but has no ambitions, what kind of person would he be?
The emperor shook his head and smiled. After closing the memorial, he raised his head and looked at the Nightingale standing in front of him.
"By the way, what else has Mr. Lu been doing during this time?"
There was nothing he could do, his eighth brother was at odds with him because of Lu Heng's affairs. He refused to reveal anything to him, so the emperor had no choice but to use this method to eavesdrop on the news.
Nightingale replied respectfully: "Master Lu formulated a five-year economic development plan for Chengdu, saying that it was prepared for Mr. Zhao Wenhui and Zhao! However, his subordinates were incompetent and did not see the original plan!"
The emperor smiled nonchalantly, and then asked with a smile: "Did Lu Heng say, how is this Zhao Minghui?"
Nightingale thought for a while, nodded and said: "Master Lu said that Master Zhao is a fat and strong donkey, just suitable for pulling the heavy mill in Chengdu! And this five-year plan is the whip to make this donkey work harder!
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When the emperor heard this, he was stunned for a moment and then laughed.
When I was thinking about how to make Zhao Minghui work diligently, Lu Heng suddenly came up with such a clever trick. Haha, although the letter did not pass, Yongzheng and I really cooperate perfectly!
The emperor laughed so hard that the tea cup in his hand trembled.
Tea splashed everywhere, and the chief steward at the side exclaimed, quickly taking out his handkerchief and preparing to wipe away the splashed tea on the emperor's hands.
The emperor was so happy that he waved his hand and said: "No problem! Haha!"
Putting the tea cup on the table, the emperor shook off the water stains on his hands and smiled to the general manager: "I suddenly thought of a poem written by Lu Heng before!"
"What poem?" Ouchi asked with a smile.
The emperor was smiling, stroking his beard, and said with a smile: "I don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind!" (..)