492 is the first peak of Wu Mountain

Wan Yanliang liked Chinese poetry when he was very young, and when he was ten years old, he read Liu Yong's poem "Wanghai Tide" and was stunned.

The southeast shape wins, the three Wu capitals, and the Qiantang is prosperous since ancient times. The smoke willow paints the bridge, the wind curtain is green, and there are 100,000 people. The clouds and trees surround the embankment sand, the angry waves roll frost and snow, and the moat is endless. The city is a jewel, the household is profitable, and the competition is luxurious. Heavy lakes are stacked on top of each other. There are three autumn laurels and ten miles of lotus. Qiang tube clear, Lingge flooded the night, frolicking and fishing lotus baby. Thousands of horsemen have high teeth. Listen to the flute and drum while drunk, and enjoy the smoke. The picture of the different day will be good, and return to Fengchi Kua.

Wan Yanliang didn't believe that there was such a place, being in Saibei, there were bitter cold places everywhere. At that time, in his mind, he felt that the whole world was like this.

Once, when he saw his uncle Wanyan Zongbi, he ran over and hugged his thigh and asked here and there.

"Uncle, will there really be 100,000 families living in one city?" Wan Yanliang asked innocently.

"Not only 100,000 households, but also Bianliang in the Song Dynasty and Lin'an, with a population of more than one million...... The most beautiful place in the world is West Lake! Wanyan Zongbi couldn't help but admire.

"Uncle, when will you take me to Jiangnan to have a look?"

"When you're old enough to make a mace, I'll take you there."

"Why use a mace?"

"Song people are like pigs, if you don't beat it, you won't be honest."

That night, Wan Yanliang had a dream that he was playing on the West Lake in a boat. The Jiangnan woman sang a tune in Wu Nong's soft language-

Remembering the plum down to Xizhou, folding the plum to send the north of the river. The single shirt is apricot red, and the double sideburns are young color. Where is Xizhou? Two-oars bridgehead crossing. The twilight of the shrike flies, and the wind blows the black mortar tree. Under the tree is in front of the door, and the door is dewed. If you don't open the door, you will go out to pick red lotus. Picking lotus in Nantang autumn, lotus over the head. Bow your head and get lotus seeds, the lotus seeds are as clear as water. In the sleeve of the lotus, the lotus heart is completely red. Yi Lang Lang did not come, looking up at Feihong. Hongfei is full of Xizhou, and Wanglang goes to the green building. The height of the building is not visible, and the railing head is all day. The railing is twelve curved, and the hanging hand is as bright as jade. The roller shutter sky is high, and the sea water is green. The sea dream is long, and I am also worried. The south wind knows what I want, and blows dreams to Xizhou.

Wan Yanliang woke up that morning and vowed to go to Jiangnan and visit West Lake when he grew up. After becoming the emperor, this desire became stronger and stronger, and hatred could destroy the Southern Song Dynasty at once, and the entire Jiangnan was included in the territory of Dajin, and he could go wherever he wanted.

Every time an envoy was sent to the Southern Song Dynasty, Wan Yanliang would send a painter to paint the scenery of Lin'an. But every time I get a painting, I am not particularly satisfied, because the painting is only a part, and it cannot fully reflect the whole picture of Lin'an.

Wan Yanliang's ideal candidate is Zhang Zeduan, and only he can draw the whole picture and style of Lin'an. Because he has seen Zhang Zeduan's "Qingming Riverside Picture". The magnificent momentum shocked him at once.

528.7 centimeters long, 24.8 centimeters wide, painted with 587 characters of different identities, all of them have both form and spirit, and painted with 13 kinds of animals, 9 kinds of plants, their posture is all vivid, a total of 56 horses of various livestock, more than 20 different cars, more than 20 large and small ships......

The whole picture is large-scale, the structure is tight, the composition is undulating and orderly, and its pen and ink skills, part-time work and writing, lively and concise, vivid and expressive characters, livestock forms, houses, boats, cars, castles, trees, bridges, rivers, all of which are exquisite and can be called wonderful brushwork......

sent people to look around, but only found Zhang Zeduan's grave. When Wanyan Liang became emperor, Zhang Zeduan had been dead for almost ten years. Zhang Zeduan didn't find it, but he found his son Zhang Fengqi, who was influenced by his father to paint at a young age, and became famous for his paintings.

Wanyan showed a lot of money, sent Zhang Feng to Lin'an, stayed for three years, and finally painted "Lin'an Scene".

It is a painting larger than the "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", slowly unfolding, and the eyes are brighter than a 2000-degree searchlight. Zhang Fengqi pointed while explaining to the emperor-

Your Majesty, please see, here is the spring dawn of the Su Causeway, the remnant snow of the broken bridge, the wind and lotus in the Quyuan, the fish watching in the flower port, the oriole in the willow waves, the sunset of Leifeng, the moon in the three pools, the autumn moon in the Pinghu Lake, the clouds in the twin peaks, and the evening bell in Nanping......

Zhang Fengqi spoke energetically, and then sang softly-

I hurried into the forest

The forest is in clumps

I couldn't find his whereabouts

I saw only the tree shaking the wind

I hurried into the forest

The forest is in clumps

I couldn't see his whereabouts

I only heard the Nanping bell

The evening bell of Nanping is carried by the wind

It seemed to knock on my heart

The evening bell of Nanping is carried by the wind

It seems to be urging me to wake up my lovesick dreams

It woke me up to my lovesick dreams

What is the use of acacia

I walked out of the forest

I saw the sunset red again

…………………………

"Beautiful, so beautiful!" Wan Yanliang shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty, please mention a poem!" Zhang Fengqi pleaded.

"Good!" Wan Yanliang picked up the pen, pondered a little, and wrote on the head of the painting——

How can thousands of miles of cars and books be mixed, how can Jiangnan be different. Raise millions of troops on the West Lake, the first peak of Wushan Mountain.

Some people shouted yes, but others broke out in a cold sweat.

"King Liang (referring to Yan Zongbi), how much time did it take to fight Song?" Wan Yanliang asked loudly.

"There were five or six years before and after." Someone answered immediately.

"Tomorrow, I will raise a million troops and start the Song War. Say more about half a year, less about three months to take Jiangnan, everyone Aiqing, let's go to the West Lake and drink Shaoxing's daughter red. Hahaha......" Wan Yan Liang burst into laughter, shaking the government and the opposition.

Ministers who oppose the Song Dynasty, you look at me, I look at you, and no one dares to oppose it. Knowing that as soon as you object, your head has to move. Everyone thought about it, or let the queen and the prince come forward to dissuade them, the tiger poison does not eat the child, and the emperor can't kill the queen and the prince.

Tu Shan Ying is just Wan Yan Liang's wife, and she is favored because she gave birth to a son, Wan Yan Guangying. After Yan Guangying was named the crown prince, the status of the single shadow was even higher. Whether it is a single shadow or Wanyan Guangying, he is unwilling to cut down the Song Dynasty, and feels that the peace in the world is better than anything else.

Tu Shan Ying only led his son Wan Yan Guangying and found Wan Yan Liang in the upper study. At this time, Wan Yanliang was enjoying the "Lin'an Scene" alone, and he was reciting the "Song Poem" that he was particularly satisfied with over and over again.

"Your Majesty—" Tu Duying only pulled his son to kneel.

"Queen, why did you make such a big gift?" Wan Yanliang turned his head and glanced at it.

"I heard that the emperor is going to cut down the Song?"

"Yes. What does the queen think? ”

"Never!"

"What does the prince think?" Wan Yan asked with a heavy face.

"Erchen also thinks that it must not be!" Wan Yan Guangying was only ten years old, and said childishly and firmly.

"Long hair and short knowledge! A little brat, what do you know?! Wan Yan Liang roared.

"Never!" Mother and son are on the same path.

"Fart!"

Wan Yan Liang was furious and drew his sword from the wall. When the mother and son saw that something was wrong, they got up and ran. Wan Yanliang scolded while chasing behind, and the guards followed closely behind, afraid of a big accident. After a while, it attracted the ministers to wait and see. Everyone took a breath of cool air, and the queen and the crown prince persuaded not to be hunted down and killed, and no one dared to persuade them anymore.

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