Chapter 223: Poetry as a Soldier

Hearing Wan Yan Yong's order to let his two sons come back, Song Zheng frowned, it seems that Wan Yan Yong has reached the time when the oil runs out and the lamp runs out (the latest chapter of the online game Tang Dream). If there was no matter of forcing the palace, Wan Yanyong might be able to hold out for a while, and then think of a way, however, now he can't wait. As for the eunuch who passed the decree, whether he would see through the fake prince in the Tiedamu camp, the two of them were not too worried. That person looks very similar to Wanyan Yu, and if he makes some more sick appearances, the eunuch who delivered the decree will not be able to distinguish them.

But what is the intention of Wan Yan Yong to summon the two back? Did he really make up his mind?

Song Zheng looked at Yan Yusheng and saw that his face showed sadness, and tears appeared in his eyes. The man who was high up and terminally ill was the emperor of Daikin and his father.

Song Zheng patted him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort. After a while, Wan Yan Yusheng took a deep breath, and his face showed determination, "Since Wan Yan Yudu sent someone to Licheng to assassinate me, my heart has died. As long as you want to get to that position, anything can be sacrificed. In that cage, there can only be one owner. Everything that stands in the way must be removed! ”

Song Zheng sighed, "The ambition to dominate the industry is certainly desirable, but it also has countless hatreds. Some things are involuntary. However, since he is in this position, a slight retreat is the end of defeat and death. Even if you want to retreat, you can't be a farmer. ”

"Xiaolang doesn't need to say it, I know what to do." Wan Yan Yusheng clenched his fists, "Then now that there is this variable, we must change our plan." ”

Song Zheng pondered for a while, "There is still a possibility, that is, Wanyan Yu may be postponed and returned. ”

"Doesn't he want to come back and take the throne? You know, even in Zhongdu, he has an advantage compared to me. He has the support of most of the military, and the main battle between the DPRK and China is strong, so it would be good for me to have a draw with him, but if there is no trick, even if I want to win the battle, there is not much hope. ”

"The key here is your father's attitude, if he hands over the forbidden army and the martial guard army to you, you can launch a thunderbolt to deal a blow. With the support and edict of your father, you are the orthodox Dajin Emperor, and it is a big deal to spend some effort to rectify the military strength afterwards. However, for Wanyan Yudu, if he also didn't understand your father's attitude, Zhongdu became a dangerous place for him. He is now staying in the north and not coming out, faintly threatening to start a civil strife and force your father to pass the throne to him. Why did he take the risk to come to Zhongdu? ”

Wan Yan Yudu's face was shocked, "If that's the case, it's really hard to clean up." Right now, aren't we looking forward to Yan Yudu coming to Zhongdu? ”

Song Zheng nodded and said, "It's not impossible to come to Zhongdu after Yan Yudu!" Don't forget, he's sent horse thieves to kill you! ”

After Yan Yusheng had an epiphany, he thought for a moment and said, "I'll immediately let the Wushu go to the Tiedamu camp (devouring the sky to read the full text)." Alas, if you do this, I don't know how many people will have to be sacrificed. ”

"The key is to do the good thing. The Wushe has not yet returned, and the Wushe is still responsible for communicating with the Zuo Xiangfu. It's better to let Erhei go, he is reliable. Let us tell him what we mean, and he will do it. ”

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Early the next morning, after Song Zheng got up, just after breakfast, Li Yongxi's entourage Ah Da drove to Yuan Haowen's house. Song Zheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, this Li Yongxi seemed to be afraid that he would run away, so he actually sent someone to pick him up. This guard is really doing too well.

Song Zheng followed Ah Da's chariot and horse to the Laining Pavilion.

The Laining Pavilion is a large courtyard, and in front of the courtyard is a two-story building 30 zhang long. Downstairs is the banquet hall, and upstairs there are more than a dozen rooms. This is a place for talks and banquets. There are two gates on each side of the building, which lead to the large courtyard.

Ah Da showed a token of entry and exit to the guards guarding the gate on the east side, and the guards let the carriage in smoothly.

After entering the big courtyard, Song Zheng found that there was a hole inside, and it was actually divided into five small courtyards with two entrances and exits. Li Yongxi lived in a small courtyard on the east side, and guarding the gate of the small courtyard were guards from Western Xia.

Seeing Song Zheng coming, the four Western Xia guards looked at him curiously. After Song Zheng smiled and nodded to them, he followed Ah Da into the small courtyard. There were more than ten carriages parked in the small courtyard, and more than a dozen Xixia guards were standing here, gesturing with each other, but they didn't make a sound. Song Zheng knew that there were about 200 sergeants in the Heqin Mission to protect them, but these sergeants could not enter the central capital, and could only be arranged in the large camp outside the West Gate.

Only twenty personal guards were allowed to follow the mission inside.

Li Yongxi and two personal palace maids live in the backyard. At this time, she had already changed back into women's clothes, with a high bun on her head, two pairs of purple gold jade hairpins on both sides of the bun, and a white and translucent jade bead hanging on the tail of the hairpin (read the full text of the Century Empire). She wore a light blue dress with white sleeves. The neckline, sleeves, and skirt are embroidered with an inch wide of gold thread. A jade belt is wrapped around his waist, setting off his tall breasts. Although the pair of breasts is not big, Song Zheng has personally felt what kind of elasticity they have.

Seeing Song Zheng come in, Li Yongxi said happily, "Song Gongzi, you are here." Come inside, I'll give you a cheese drink, you must not have drunk it! ”

Song Zheng had already been instructed by Ah Da on the road, so he arched his hand and said, "Miss, Lord Liang has instructed me to change into guard clothes and stand in the courtyard as a guard, and I can't enter the house." ”

Li Yongxi frowned slightly, "My party sons and daughters, how can they be so twisted, can't they go into the house and talk?" She glared at Ah Dadao, "If you don't worry, come in with you." ”

"The subordinates don't dare." Ah Da hurriedly bowed.

"Then stay at the door, I will only talk to Song Gongzi in the hall. As for changing clothes, you don't have to, and you don't go out, what clothes to change! Li Yongxi glared dissatisfied, and then said, "Song Gongzi, come in." I'm learning to write Han Chinese poetry right now, how about you take a look? ”

Song Zheng looked at Ah Da, Ah Da nodded slightly, and Song Zheng Fang walked forward.

The palace maid dressed as a maid brought a bowl of steaming cheese to Song Zheng, and from afar, Song Zheng smelled a sweet and sour smell, and couldn't help but move his index fingers. On the table in the hall, there are also several pages of rice paper, which must be poems written by Li Yongxi.

Song Zheng took the cheese first, tasted it, and said with a smile, "It's really delicious, and the flavor is different from my Dajin's milk tea." With that, he picked up the paper on the table with his other hand, but Song Zheng didn't recognize any of the words on it.

Li Yongxi expected that he didn't understand the Western Xia script, so he translated, "The leaves fall and the grass and the yellow geese fly south, the heart follows the white horse, the cold moon is silent and the silver light is sprinkled, and the melancholy deep palace dream is difficult to return." ”

This is a more traditional palace grievance poem, although it is not a masterpiece, but it is barely passable (the most cattle farmer in the last crisis). However, this character is written very generally, although Song Zheng does not know the Western Xia language, but Song Zheng can still see the quality of the calligraphy.

Song Zheng thought for a moment, then put down the bowl, picked up the pen on the table, wrote it in Chinese characters, and made slight changes, and then said with a smile, "Miss Li, what do you think!" ”

Song Zheng's words are extremely beautiful and pleasing to the eye, and the poem has also become "The leaves fall and the grass and the yellow geese return to the south, and the white horse roars and the wind flies." The autumn moon is silent, and the silver light is sprinkled, and the dream of the deep palace is back. ”

Only a few words were changed, and the artistic conception suddenly changed greatly. Li Yongxi took the newly changed poem, recited it silently several times in a row, and said happily, "Song Gongzi, your words are not only written like flowing water in your peers, but this poem is also wonderful, only a few words are moved, and the artistic conception is completely different!" Much better than what I wrote! ”

Li Yongxi read it twice again, and he couldn't put it down.

Song Zheng smiled and began to concentrate on dealing with the bowl of cheese.

Li Yongxi played with it for a while, folded the poem written by Song Zheng, and put it in his arms, "Song Gongzi has a wonderful pen, I have to study it well, you can help me read another one!" ”

Song Zheng nodded. Li Yongxi picked up the rice paper with Xixia poems written on it, and wrote in Chinese characters on the side, "The red candle shakes tears and looks forward to the return date, the side plug fights for the male song and the flying di, the battlefield is drunk and lies on the golden mountain, and the beauty is not seen in a dream!" ”

Wet dream? Strike! Although Song Zheng knew that this was not a "dream relic" in the modern sense, he almost squirted out a mouth full of coolness, he swallowed twice with a swollen red face, and coughed a few more times.

"Song Gongzi, drink slowly, I still have a lot here." Li Yongxi looked at Song Zheng with a look of concern on his face.

Song Zheng waved his hand, "How about I only change the two words in the last sentence and change 'missing' to 'meet'?" Speaking of which, Song Zheng suddenly felt bad, this Li Yongxi thought about spring, the general she imagined to be "fighting for the throne" would not be Wanyan Yudu? This Li Yongxi was deceived by the old emperor of Western Xia, and Wanyan Yudu had the halo of a famous general, so it is no wonder that she made a promise to Wanyan Yudu (the most bullish horse master in history).

No, I'm going to have to mess with him.

Song Zheng looked at the girl, who was rewriting the poem in broken Chinese characters, and her expression was quite focused.

"Miss Li, have you read the Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's "Soldiers' Chariots"?"

The girl shook her head, Song Zheng knew that for people in the upper class, Du Fu's poems describing the hardships of the masses were not valued, and Du Fu did not gain a very high status like his descendants, so it was no wonder that the girl had not read it.

Song Zheng immediately recited, "The chariots, the horses are Xiaoxiao, and the pedestrians have bows and arrows at their waists." The grandmother and wife sent each other off, and the dust did not see the Xianyang Bridge. The clothes stopped crying, and the crying went straight up to the sky......"

After reciting a poem, Li Yongxi's face was immediately solemn.

Song Zheng continued, "One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, and all wars are filled with human lives. Wei Taizu's 'white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles' is not enough to depict the tragedy after the war. ”

Looking at Li Yongxi's face, Song Zheng said, "Miss Li, I'll tell you the story of 'Reducing Ding' again." The so-called reduction of Ding Ding is actually genocide, killing all adult men and selling women and children into slaves for the so-called barbarian race, so as to accumulate wealth. A gold leaf in your hand is equivalent to 50 taels of silver, and this leaf can even buy 50 slaves. “

Li Yongxi was even more surprised, his eyes widened, revealing an extremely incredible expression.

Song Zheng continued, "Dajin and even Western Xia implemented this policy of reducing Ding to the Mongols. Many people become famous because they kill more and rob more! ”

The girl said "ah", and the pen in her hand fell to the ground!