Li Boli looked at this young man like a devil and said, "Do you see that you forgot to take something?" Then he saw Lu Zifei's gaze on his dragon chair.

"It's not gold, it's just a layer of gold dust on it, and you can take it with you if you want."

Cao Feng wanted to laugh when he saw Li Boli's pitiful appearance, an emperor is really a wretched person to do this, Lu Zifei's grade is not even ranked in the Great Song Dynasty, and the emperor of Jiaozhi has to grovel when he looks at such a small person.

After witnessing the power of explosives, Li Boli firmly believed that this kind of power could only be possessed by immortals, he was not afraid of 50,000 Northwest Army, no matter how Jiaozhi fought against 50,000 people, it was more than enough, he didn't want to cause more trouble now, he just wanted to send this group of plague gods away as quickly as possible.

"A few people's time is disturbed, and thank you to His Majesty the Emperor for your hospitality, if you don't find Nong Zhigao in Jiaozhi, it proves that Your Majesty the Emperor has been wronged, and I apologize most sincerely on behalf of the Great Song Dynasty."

If you don't want to be shameless, Lu Zifei is definitely the strongest king, how thick does this have to be to say this, at least on his face Cao Feng didn't see anything embarrassing about him.

Li Boli said: "It is the responsibility of our subject country to assist the kingdom of heaven in chasing down the wicked, you are polite, it is the honor of all our people to come to Jiaozhi as a guest, and you are welcome to come more in the future." ”

Lu Zifei looked at Li Boli and said against his will and smiled: "Is His Majesty the Emperor really thinking like this?" ”

"Uh······."

"Okay, I won't tease you, we will all evacuate within five days, I apologize again for the trouble caused to Jiaozhi, I also hope that Your Majesty can come to our Dasong to have a look, there is a different scenery from Jiaozhi."

Li Boli said ecstatically: "I will definitely go back if I have the opportunity, don't worry." "Hearing that Lu Zifei is about to leave, and the orthodoxy (xìng) on himself (shēn) is still there, can Li Boli not be happy?

Before leaving, Lu Zifei said: "When we came this time, we brought a little little grain and grass, so your autumn grain will be lent to us first, and when I return to the Great Song Dynasty, I will definitely let the court repay the full amount." ”

The horses were all given away, and he still cared about a saddle, Li Boli instantly distinguished the priority in his mind, and agreed bitterly.

Back in the camp tent, Lu Zifei called all the generals and colonels to hold a meeting in the big tent of the Chinese army, and Yu Jing supervised the whole process of this meeting, because he knew what the significance of Lu Zifei held this meeting.

"This time we have a lot of money in Jiaozhi, seventy percent to the imperial court, thirty percent to the soldiers, so everyone has no opinion!"

The Northwest Army was trained by Di Qing and Zhang Qi, and everyone was led by the two of them, and when no one spoke (qíng), Di Qingqi (shēn) said, "No problem, my lord. ”

Lu Zifei said again: "The thirty percent of the soldiers must be distributed to them one hundred percent, I didn't care how you deducted it before, but here in me, there is no such one, understand?" I will set up a monitoring team to take care of this matter, and if anyone dares to stretch out their hands, don't blame me for not remembering the old (qíng). ”

Those low-level officers silently calculated in their hearts, if this is the case, there is indeed no problem, and the full amount will be distributed to their hands no less than before!

Yu Jing said: "We have already sent back a batch to the imperial court, I have subtracted these, and sent away some of them, and the rest will belong to the soldiers, we will let people estimate it, and then distribute it to you in the form of copper coins." ”

The happy spoils sharing meeting, everyone was satisfied, this is the scene that Lu Zifei wanted, didn't the soldiers come out to fight just for money? There's nothing wrong with exchanging your life for money, there is still a tough battle to fight behind, if you don't give them enough motivation, who is willing to die for you.

Everyone was happy, Zhao Zhen was of course the biggest beneficiary, the soldiers got their fair share, and Li Boli no longer had to worry about his own problem (shēn), from a victim to a beneficiary.

At this moment, there was a person who was very depressed, almost every (rì) was to drink to kill his sorrows, this one (rì) he took two family members up an unknown hill, to his surprise there was actually a pavilion on the mountain for visitors to rest, and in the pavilion there were two literati sitting in the tea making tea.

This person is none other than Ouyang Xiu, who was demoted to Chuzhou, and after defending Han Qi and Fan Zhongyan several times, Zhao Zhen didn't like him anymore, which is nothing, because he was mentally prepared before he defended, and then something happened that ruined his reputation (qíng).

Someone accused him of having an affair with his niece, and the person who denounced it was still his nephew and son-in-law, this nonsense completely knocked Ouyang Xiu into the abyss, although everyone knew that this was a means of political enemies, but not everyone believed him, and after the seed of jealousy was planted, there would always be a day when it would sprout.

Han Qi and Ouyang Xiu returned to power after two years of precipitation, but what about him? is still depressed all day long in the position of Chuzhou Taishou, he knows that the city of Bianjing can never go back, not only that, but his descendants have also become faceless because of himself, and a great writer who is free and easy has become a drunkard.

"It's a pleasure to have friends from afar, and this benevolent brother is also here to play in the mountains! If you don't dislike it, how about we together, there is no other place for you to rest. The man who made the tea said.

Ouyang Xiu's heart (qíng) is good today, and he said with a smile: "I can't ask for it, but you drink tea, the taste is too light, I like to drink, I don't know if we can get together." ”

The man also smiled and said: "It's better to have wine, I said that this tea is all the same taste, but Lingxu has to pull this thing, Zhang Lingxu, my best friend, in Shimoda Guike, I have seen Brother Tai." ”

When Ouyang Xiu saw this person's dress, he estimated that they might be a hermit, and then listening to their conversation, it was almost the same.

"Ouyang Xiu, a lonely and homeless person."

Tian Guike was surprised: "Ouyang Xiu? Uncle Ouyang Yong, you are the Taishou of Chuzhou. ”

Ouyang Xiu said: "(jiàn) is not enough to worry about my name, are the two of you still willing to drink this glass of wine with me when you hear my name?" ”

Zhang Lingxu, who had never spoken, spoke: "Born from the heart, you can achieve such achievements in the literary world, I believe you are not the person who is rumored, but if you want to drink, it depends on whether your wine is good or not." ”

Ouyang Xiu smiled heartily: "I am a good drinker known to everyone in the world, and then I met a demon, and then I can't do without the wine he gave me, that kid still has a heart, the wine I drink every year is basically sent by him, I dare to guarantee that there will never be anyone in the world who knows more about wine than him." ”

Tian Guike took the wine in Jiading's hand, saw the label on it and exclaimed: "It's Xifeng wine, Uncle Yong, you have great ability." ”

Ouyang Xiu said: "In the past, the imperial court would investigate the winemaking, and the private brewing would investigate even more fiercely, but later, after a large amount of overseas grain entered the Great Song Dynasty, the imperial court was relatively loose in this regard. ”

Zhang Lingxu sighed: "Qiong Jelly Jade Liquid! I had the pleasure of tasting a cup last year, and I still remember the taste! ”

"Then you are blessed today, three bottles of five-year Xifeng, we don't understand what five years means, but one bottle per person is still no problem, the wine is less than a thousand cups of confidants, today we drink happily."

Zhang Lingxu hugged the wine bottle and said: "It's a pity that this good wine is a little sorry for them without snacks." ”

The family of the Ouyang family put a few delicate dishes on the stone table with a very good eye, and Tian Guike said: "It turns out that Uncle Yong, you are prepared!" Forgive me for being so ignorant, I haven't seen these two dishes before. ”

"I didn't like this thing before, I felt that it was too much to eat it, but after eating more, I realized that drinking alcohol was inseparable from it, this is a kind of food from overseas, two of you taste it."

A plate of fried peanuts, a plate of pig ears, a plate of vegetarian dishes, a plate of cold kelp shreds, three people, three bottles of wine, I don't know whether they drank to the fullest or without pressure, and in the end all three of them were a little drunk.

On the top of the mountain, the breeze blew, Zhang Lingxu sobered up a little, and said to Ouyang Xiu: "At this moment, this (qíng) this scene, Uncle Yong, don't you write something to commemorate it?" ”

A bottle of Xifeng is for Ouyang Xiu, who is like an alcoholic, in the words of later generations, he has not drunk it yet, why did he go up the mountain alone but brought three bottles of wine, because he wanted to get drunk and needed three catties of Xifeng wine.

It was in the afternoon, and the afterglow of falling (rì) was sprinkled on the opposite mountain, and this beautiful scene also made Ouyang Xiu intoxicated, and he really wanted to express some (qíng) thoughts in his heart after being suppressed for a long time.

The master of the family is a great writer, and when the next person goes out, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone must be brought with him (shēn), and the master wants to write something, which is what they expect to see, because the master does not think about other things (qíng) when writing articles.

This scene is really a bit like Wang Xi's work "Lanting Collection Preface", Zhang Lingxu lays the paper, Tian Gui grinds the science, and Ouyang Xiu writes down the four big characters of "The Story of the Drunkard Pavilion" on the right side of the paper.

"All around Chu are mountains. Its southwest peaks, the forest ravines are particularly beautiful. The one who looks at the blue and deep show, Langya also. The mountain travels six or seven miles, and gradually hears the sound of water gurgling and leaking out between the two peaks, and the brewing spring is also. The peak turns around, there is a pavilion wing, and the one who is on the spring, the drunkard pavilion also. Who is the pavilion maker? The monk of the mountain, the wisdom of the immortals.··· The drunkard's intention is not in the wine, but in the mountains and rivers. The joy of mountains and rivers, the heart and the wine of the house.

···

Who is Taishou? Luling Ouyang Xiu also.

After writing the last word, Ouyang Xiu fell into the pavilion, and Zhang Lingxu suddenly came back to his senses and said: "Uncle Ouyang Yong's name is really not touted, as soon as this article comes out, no one in the world can surpass him." ”

Tian Guike said: "I'm not as good as him!" It's better to hear it for a long time than to see it, this is what kind of hills and valleys can be hidden in my heart to write such an article, and I am afraid that the world will be disturbed by him again. ”

Ouyang Xiu didn't know what kind of shock his article caused to the two temporary friends, he had already slept unconscious, and the two family members heard Zhang Lingxu's discussion, and carefully put away the paper, if the old man woke up and couldn't find it, it would be troublesome.

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