Wang Song stepped forward and said, "Wechen has seen two emperors, and wechen thank you for the care of Emperor Roufu." ”

Emperor Maode's concubine Zhao Fujin glanced at Wang Song, returned the salute casually, and then turned his gaze to Zhao Huan.

"Big brother, I heard that you have been busy with political affairs recently, don't you even have time to see your father?"

Zhao Duofu, the Emperor of Roufu, was flushed and a little shy, she returned the salute and asked softly.

"General Wang, I heard that the Li family is back in the rivers and lakes, the military song she sang was made by you, is it true or false?"

Zhao Huan did not reply to Emperor Maode's words, but turned his eyes to Wang Song.

Wang Song was helpless, so he had to bow down and reply: "Emperor Roufu, it is indeed done by Weichen. The minister came all the way south, where the Jurchens passed, the ruins and walls, dilapidated, the people did not leave a single one, the corpses were piled up, the officials and troops were rotten, and they were crushed with one blow. ”

Emperor Roufu's face was slightly red, and she seemed to be a little reserved.

"The general is eloquent and strategic, and his "Man Jianghong" is impassioned, bold and tragic, and the slave family admires it very much. As for the military song, although the words are plain, it is catchy and has its own pride, can the general make another song against this scene in the garden, which also opens the eyes of the slave family!"

Zhao Huan said with a smile: "Yuanyuan, you still don't know that Wang Qing's family just wrote a poem in seven steps in the hall. Impassioned, arrogant, big brother writes to you!"

The palace people hurriedly prepared a pen and paper, Zhao Huan waved it, and said loudly: "Only a warrior who fights on the battlefield can write such impassioned words!"

Zhao Duofu took a closer look, slapped his palm lightly, and said crisply: "Seven steps of poetry, it is such a masterpiece, General Wang is really a celestial!"

Zhao Ji looked at his daughter, he only knew poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting on weekdays, and ignored others, but he was shy about Wang Song, and he was obviously moved.

Zhao Fujin's brows furrowed slightly, as if he was a little disgusted.

Wang Song and Zhao Duofu were very close, and a girl's fragrance wafted faintly, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved. The beauty is picturesque, the body is graceful, quiet as a virgin, and the demeanor is intoxicating.

Zhao Huan saw Wang Song looking at him, nodded and said, "Wang Qing, since Emperor Roufu asked you to compose lyrics, you can make a song, so that she can be convinced."

Wang Song was helpless, and bowed solemnly: "The minister obeys the order!"

He looked up and saw that on the top of a rockery, plum blossoms were in the snowdrifts of the cliffs, blooming in the wind, brilliant and colorful. Wang Song's heart moved, and he said to Zhao Duofu: "Emperor Roufu, Weichen go over!"

Zhao Duofu's face was hot, and he said in a low voice: "General, be careful."

Zhao Fujin snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Pretending to be a ghost, I want to see what words he can make?"

Zhao Ji's eyes were always staring at the song "Breaking the Array", and he said softly: "Wang Song's talent is rare in the world, you better be calm and wait for the masterpiece."

Wang Song walked to the rockery, and then climbed all the way up, the snow was ankle deep, he climbed to the top of the rockery, and broke a budding branch.

It's easy to go up and hard to come down, there are empty holes everywhere, Wang Song fell twice in a row, and he was covered in ice and snow.

He came down, patted the ice and snow on his body, came to Zhao Duofu, handed her the branches, and then said loudly: "Emperor Roufu, this bouquet of plum blossoms is given to you, inserted in the bottle, it should be able to bloom for a few days!"

Zhao Duofu's face was slightly red, and the corners of her eyebrows were infinitely amorous, she took the plum branch and bowed to her.

Wang Song pondered for a moment, took the wolf hair handed over by the palace people, and wrote:

"Outside the post by the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. ”

After Wang Song finished writing a poem, he didn't wait for the ink to dry, he took the pen and began to write directly on another piece of rice paper:

"The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches.

Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring. When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes. ”

Wang Song looked at his passable font and laughed softly: "These two poems «Fortune Operator. Yongmei»It can be regarded as a festive gift from Weichen to the emperor. This second song also indicates that my Great Song Dynasty has gone through ups and downs and has come to an end. ”

The previous song was made by Lu Fangweng in the Southern Song Dynasty, this word is based on plum blossoms, and Yongmei's misery is to vent the depression in the chest, lamenting the frustration and ups and downs of life; The spirit of Zanmei also expresses the belief of youth without regrets and the self-promise of his patriotism and noble personality.

The latter poem was written by a great man in later generations, and the great man used it here according to Lu Youyongmei's words, which is very different from what Lu Fangweng wrote. Lu You writes about the loneliness and nobility of plum blossoms, and the lonely fragrance appreciates himself, which attracts the envy and jealousy of the flowers. But the great man writes about the beauty, positivity, and steadfastness of plum blossoms. Both have their own merits, but the latter one can better reflect the current anti-gold situation and is more relevant.

"Wonderful! Sure enough, it's a good word!"

Sure enough, at a glance, Zhao Huan was already dancing with his eyebrows, and nodded again and again: "Good one" is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches. Wang Qing's family is not only a hero on the horse, but even a wonderful pen under the horse. If I am a scholar in the imperial examination, I must be a sage in the wilderness. Wang Qing's family is unparalleled, it can be said that everyone! ”

Wang Song beat the snake with the stick, and immediately said: "Thank you for your majesty's praise!"

Zhao Duofu looked at the two poems in front of him, and his heart was beating wildly, "When the mountains are full of flowers, she is laughing in the bushes", is he hinting at something?

Zhao Fujin's face was full of astonishment and dumbfounded, he couldn't imagine that a rude martial artist was so talented, he actually exported chapters and poems in seven steps, which can be described as a genius in the world!

Zhao Ji is everyone, although the Great Song Dynasty is in his hands and the people are not happy, but this person is very talented in poetry and songs.

Zhao Ji carefully looked at the three poems, was indulging, and nodded again and again: "Okay!" Good! Good! Wang Qing's family is highly talented, and I am afraid that Su Dongpo of my dynasty is also quite inferior. If Wang Qing's family has the opportunity, they can often come to Longde Palace and discuss a thing or two with this Daojun. ”

Wang Song's face was red for a while, and he hurriedly humbly said: "Tell the Emperor Taishang, as soon as the Jurchens retreat, Weichen will go to Hedong and Hebei, train soldiers, march to fight, and recover the rivers and mountains, I'm afraid I don't have time to ask the Emperor Taishang for advice, and please forgive the Emperor!"

As soon as he heard the Jurchens, Zhao Ji's face immediately turned pale. His lips trembled a little, and his mouth trembled and asked, "Wang Qingjia, do you think this Jurchen will break the city?"

Wang Song shook his head, looked at the several royal families and palace people who had changed color in front of him, and said loudly: "The Emperor Taishang can rest assured, according to the current situation, the Jurchens will soon propose a peace proposal and withdraw their troops to the north." The Emperor doesn't have to worry, he writes poems and paints, writes and cultivates, just relax his heart!"

Hearing Wang Song's affirmative reply, Zhao Ji's face turned a little ruddy. He looked at Emperor Roufu, who was full of shyness next to him, and asked softly, "How old is Wang Qing's family, can there be a marriage match?"

Wang Song looked confused, not knowing why Zhao Ji asked him this.

He bowed solemnly and said: "Back to the emperor, Weichen is 21 years old this year and has not yet married!"

Zhao Huan coughed lightly, and Zhao Ji immediately changed the topic and asked, "Wang Qing's young hero, what are your ambitions, can you tell this Daojun a word or two?"

Wang Song thought for a while and said solemnly: "Back to the Emperor, I am willing to assist Your Majesty and achieve a generation of Ming Jun." Restore Yanyun, recover Great Xia, sweep away the Southern Barbarians, collect the south and the north of the desert in the territory of my Great Song Dynasty, Le Ma Yanran, bless me with the unification of the Great Song Dynasty, and last forever. ”

Zhao Huan's face was flushed, and his heart was also inspired by Wang Song's words, thousands of thoughts came and went, and his emotions could not be calmed.

Zhao Ji looked lonely, nodded and said: "Wang Qing's family is really a young hero, his heart should be cloudy, he is arrogant, and his loyalty is commendable!" The official family will be reused for you, and this Daojun will congratulate you on your achievements in advance!"

Wang Song left with Zhao Huan's farewell, Zhao Duofu held the plum branch in his hand, looked at the direction of Wang Song's departure, and was still in a daze.

Zhao Ji glanced at his daughter and shook his head slightly.

"Yuanyuan, everyone has already gone away, it's useless to look at it again!"

Zhao Duofu's face changed, but he ignored his father's words, as if he hadn't heard them.

Zhao Fujin shook his head, then rolled his eyes, and said softly: "Daddy, Wang Song is a vulgar martial artist, he is a battlefield general, and he is a good match for Yuanyuan." If you can become the two of them, Wang Song will definitely be my royal pillar, and only the emperor's orders will be obeyed. What does Daddy think?"

Wang Song is calm and calm, showing talent. Coupled with his "learning to be rich and five cars", a few words were breathtaking, which made her have other ideas all of a sudden.

She looked at her sister and sighed pretendedly: "Daddy, if Yuanyuan is unwilling to get married, let's not trouble the eldest brother." I'm afraid that such a character will soon be occupied by other women in Bianliang City!"

Zhao Ji sighed and said, "You are too naïve to think. This Wang Song has lofty ambitions and ambitions to swallow mountains and rivers, Yuanyuan marries him, I don't know if he is willing to do so?"

Zhao Fujin's face immediately changed, and he said proudly: "Wang Songyi is a vulgar villager, what is there to be unwilling!" The well-being of my Great Song Dynasty is not something that everyone can enjoy! ”

Zhao Ji shook his head and said, "You, you are still so confused, my father still thinks you have grown up!"

He stepped away, and said in his mouth: "I don't have the intention of fighting for spring, and I don't want to fight for spring, the cliff is full of ice, and there are still flowers and branches." His ambition was already revealed. Do you think he's like your husband and wife, just drunk and dreaming all day long? ”

Zhao Fujin's face was flushed, and he hurriedly followed.

The others left, and only Zhao Duofu and the maid tassel were left in the attic. Zhao Duofu looked at the plum blossoms blooming on the cliff and muttered to himself: "When the mountains are full of flowers, she laughs in the bushes!" Is he talking about me? ”

The maid's tasseled eyes lit up, and she reveled intoxicated: "Wang Xianggong is so young, he is already a very human minister. He has outstanding talents, and his talent is not inferior to Su Fuzi, how can there be such a man, and the Nine Heavens Fairy is worthy of him! ”

Zhao Duofu's heart was gloomy, and he couldn't help muttering: "Am I really not worthy of him?" ”

Tassel hurriedly comforted: "Emperor Ji, don't you really see that Wang Song's eyes lit up when he looked at you, he must have liked you!"

Zhao Duofu was immediately overjoyed, she was radiant and smiling.

"Tassels, or you see carefully. Look at my clothes today, and the way I dress, there's nothing wrong with it, right? ”

When Wang Song came out of the palace, he felt deeply tired, and he didn't expect that a trip to the palace would be similar to a bloody battle with the Jurchens, which made people extremely tired.