"Your Majesty, at the beginning of "The Book of Poetry, Xiao Yadu", 'There is Du, there is actually. Wang Shimi, the heir of my day. The sun and the moon stopped, the woman's heart stopped, and the husband stopped. The person who spoke was Fan Zheng, his voice was low and his expression was solemn.

Snow knows that this is a song about a wife who misses her husband who has served outside the home for many years.

"Isolated red begonias, such as husband and wife separated, lonely from each other, but isolated red begonias can still bear round fruits, the king has no end, separated husband and wife can not do their best, relatives are thousands of miles apart, and the day of meeting is far away," Xue involuntarily said the meaning of this sentence.

Xue likes the "Book of Songs" very much, the "Book of Songs" this collection of poems can be chanted and sung, not a formal scripture classic, even women can read it, and the subject matter is very wide, just like a book about the life of ancient society, through the "Book of Songs", understand the style of the time, know the social situation, Xue Bai never gets tired of reading.

Fan Zheng nodded, only to see his eyes solemn, and continued:

"Although I have studied the art of war since I was a child and know the importance of war, I have also seen many sergeants guarding the frontier, in order to protect the homeland of the Central Plains, they serve abroad all the year round, and every time I think of my family members in the distance, I want to see through them."

Although Xue didn't know the thoughts of the frontier sergeant, in the days of Qifeng Town, she saw the aria of his wife when her husband returned home, and the worries of his parents when his son returned home, and she could understand those feelings to some extent.

As a result, Xue also fell into deep thinking, she, like Fan Zheng, doesn't like war, in the past, she was weak, she could only be reduced to fish and meat under the knife, and let others slaughter, and now, she is no longer the princess who could only run away back then, but a well-dressed monarch.

Xue couldn't help sighing, but she had already quickly adjusted her mood and said in a relaxed tone:

"The accumulation of mousse is painful in the bone marrow, and the hatred of resentment is launched in the heart. Listening to Fan Gongzi's words, I not only feel that I am only a shallow learner, but now I also feel that I am short-sighted, so you can come to the imperial study more often when you have time and talk to me about the border pass. ”

As a monarch, Snow hopes to do something for the civilians who have fallen victim to the war, and for the helpless people like she did back then.

"If you don't dare, please forgive your majesty." Fan Zheng immediately walked to the hall and knelt down to bow to the snow.

Xue helped Fuyun sleeve, picked up the sobering tea, and took a small sip, her face was gentle, but everyone in the hall still didn't dare to come out, feeling that she had something to say.

Xue slowly put down the teacup, and there were words of suffering in her heart, feeling that although she was wearing a high hat and a gorgeous dress at the moment, she seemed to be glamorous, but only she knew how heavy this high hat was, how cumbersome the costumes were, and people in a high position could not help themselves, and even saying a simple word would be speculated by.

"What you said is the truth, I didn't know it, I don't feel ashamed not to know, I don't blame you, get up." Snow waved her hand.

After saying this, Fan Zheng, a dignified seven-foot man, dared to get up, and slowly and respectfully returned to his original seat and sat down.

Xue was a little puzzled, she thought that she didn't look like a fierce monster, but Fan Zheng was so cautious that Xue had to re-examine it, and her gaze once again swept over every face of the people in the hall.

Except for Sima Yun, Cui Lin and Lu Yizhi, Xue and these students met for the second time, the first time was the opening ceremony of Guozixue, was it because he spoke too seriously before, which made people feel unapproachable? But Sima Cheng often said that Xue was too approachable and did not look like an emperor.

Or did you just say something out of the ordinary? Snow struggled to remember what had just happened, and as she thought, she carefully observed the expressions of everyone in the hall.

The seats for tonight's banquet are roughly divided into north and south, right, north, south and left, and the students from the northern clan account for the majority, so Hu Renguo students like Jin Yuze and An Zhi sat on the side with Lu Tong, Lu Jin and others from the southern clan.

In comparison, the students on the left side looked more peaceful, Xue frowned lightly, originally the northern clan was the main force in the court, and it was also the group that Xue needed to be treated with the most caution, there might be something she didn't know, at this time, she couldn't help but think of Cui Lin, and she already had some thoughts in her heart.

Xue turned around and glanced at the bookcases of Sima Cheng and Sima Yun with her spare eyes, only to see that a lot of poems had been accumulated on the blank paper, and many of the students who were considered to have a promising future had already spoken, and during the period, many Chinese students who had never mentioned their names stood up and chanted poems, and Xue also expressed her approval one by one.

Xue turned her head and was thinking about the progress of the banquet when another person in the hall got up and said:

"Your Majesty, I think of a poem, although the moon in this poem is only a moon-shaped jewelry, it is also a rare masterpiece." Wang Su got up and bowed to the snow.

"Well, Wang Gongzi, you can tell me." Snow took another sip of tea.

"My thoughts are in Hanyang. If you want to go to Longhan from it, you will look sideways to the west. The beauty gave me a mink, how to repay the bright moon pearl. The road is far away and you can't rely on it, what is it to worry and be upset. ”

The first time Xue heard this poem, it sounded like the poet and the beauty were separated from each other, and they wanted to see each other but because the road was blocked and long, they couldn't see each other in the end.

Xue tilted her head, resting her head on her hands, on the one hand, she felt that she was not talented enough, and on the other hand, she was also thinking hard, trying to guess the deep meaning of the poem, thinking about it, and feeling more and more that the word "beauty" in it had a similar meaning to the "beauty vanilla" in Qu Yuan's "Lisao Fu", which was both a metaphor and an upstart.

She wanted to ask, but because of the majesty of her emperor and worried about whether there would be something wrong, at this time, Xue saw that there were people in the hall like herself, who were half-understood, and her face was puzzled, she suddenly had courage, so she coughed twice and said:

"Hmm...... You continue to tell everyone what is good about this poem. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Wang Su arched his hand.

"This poem is the third sorrow in Zhang Pingzi's "Four Sorrow Poems", the "Four Sorrows" sentence pattern is the same, Zhang Pingzi borrowed different directions and place names, respectively, implying that he was worried about the villain's interference in politics at that time, the national contradictions of Emperor An and Emperor Shun, the fear of invasion of foreign enemies during Emperor Shun, and the fear of frontier safety during Emperor An, but even if the road is dangerous, he cannot despair, wander, hesitate, and finally be depressed."

Xue also listened very carefully, Zhang Pingzi is also a famous courtier in history, born in a famous family, not only in literature has learned people, but also in machinery and astronomical observation also has a high attainment, when Xue is still in the bookstore, Wei Shuo also took Zhang Pingzi as an example, actively studied and improved the process of papermaking.

Thinking of this, Xue couldn't help but think of Wei Shuo, although after that, Sima had been sending people to inquire about his whereabouts, but there was no news, and I didn't know how he was doing, inadvertently, Xue's face showed a sad look.

When Xue came back to her senses, she found that the people in the hall were all looking at her with solemn expressions, especially Wang Su.