In the seventeenth year of Jiading, the first day of the first month, New Year's Day.

The Song Dynasty called the first day of the Lunar New Year New Year's Day, also called Yuan Ri, Yuan Zheng and so on. In the early morning of New Year's Day, every household in Lin'an City has to get up early, dress up, and then put on new clothes, visit relatives and friends, bless each other, and celebrate each other.

The people were so lively that the Great Song Dynasty would also hold a large-scale court meeting at the same time, and the emperor would accept the congratulations of hundreds of officials and foreign envoys, so New Year's Day was also called the "General Assembly Dynasty".

The snowflakes are fluttering, the whole palace is snow-white, the Daqing Hall is crowded, it is happy, and the conference is being held.

The official family of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuang, lived on the throne, wearing a cirrus cloud crown, a cloud dragon robe, a jade belt around his waist, a red gauze robe, and a square heart curved collar. Although Zhao Kuo's face was pale and he was seriously ill, he still had a strong spirit, with a bit of imperial majesty, guarded by the "Zhendian General" standing in the four corners of the main hall, and accepted congratulations from envoys from various countries.

The official family of the Great Song Dynasty is simple by nature and cares about the people's welfare, otherwise he would be like his ancestor and Song Huizong, the deceased monarch of the Northern Song Dynasty, who also called himself "Daojun Emperor".

Inside and outside the hall, the law driver, the guard of honor lined up, the civil and military officials wore court clothes and official hats, and the leaders of the people from all walks of life also stood in order in uniforms, waiting for the emperor's review.

"Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!"

All the courtiers and ministers bowed down together, and the mountain shouted long live.

"Zhuqing, flat!"

Zhao Kuo, the official of the Great Song Dynasty, forced a smile and made enough scenes.

"The envoys of the Three Buddhas Qi Kingdom, worship the Son of Heaven of the Great Song Dynasty!"

"Envoys of the Goryeo Kingdom, worship the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty!"

"Envoys of Dali, worship the Son of Heaven of the Great Song Dynasty!"

"Envoy of Zhenla Kingdom, worship the Son of Heaven of the Great Song Dynasty!"

"Envoy of Ma Yiguo, worship the Son of Heaven of the Great Song Dynasty!"

Envoys from various countries attended the worship one after another, solemnly and solemnly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, take your seats."

Zhao Kuo, an official of the Great Song Dynasty, smiled slightly, and let the envoys of various countries in the main hall sit down.

"Honorable envoys, Secretaries, please."

Zhao Kuo raised his glass, everyone raised their glasses together, and Zhao Hong was the same.

Silk and bamboo orchestra, the scene was warm, and it was happy, Zhao Hong in the hall saw it in his eyes, but he felt sad and not happy at all.

In the dignified China, there are only seven or eight small countries in the South Seas who come to worship, which makes people sigh and feel sad.

All countries come to the court, the guests obey the four yi, and those who commit strong men will be punished even if they are far away, and these glorious moments of the Central Plains Dynasty seem to be gone forever.

Dali, a small land, can become a country of its own; the Western Xia, which occupied the Hexi Corridor and the Land of Xingling; In addition, most of the two rivers were under the Mongol Empire, the Jin people of Shaanxi and Henan were entrenched, plus the Eastern Xia Kingdom in Liaodong, the Gaochang Kingdom in the Western Regions, and so on.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, none of the above places could be recovered, which shows the weakness of the dynasty.

Zhao Hong secretly admired himself, he drank wild last night, and when he tossed for a while, he only slept for less than two hours, he was still energetic and energetic, and he felt that it was no problem to play twenty or thirty rounds of mahjong.

It's nice to be young!

New Year's Day, the national event, the Daqing Hall held a feast, the emperor gave a banquet to the ministers and messengers, everyone was beaming, lively and extraordinary.

I don't know who arranged the seats, at the banquet, Zhao Hong and Shi Miyuan sat diagonally opposite each other, making eye contact from time to time, but there was no verbal communication.

didn't speculate for more than half a sentence, Shi Miyuan didn't care, and Zhao Hong naturally didn't bother to talk to him.

On the contrary, it was Zhao Guicheng, the heir of King Yi next to Zhao Hong, who chatted with Zhao Hong a few more words.

This guy, who understands everything, has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and he is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Emperor Song, the land of splendid China and the state of civilization, why don't you have that handsome man chant a poem to cheer up the festival?"

The Goryeo envoy stood up and saluted Zhao Kuosu on the throne.

"What the Goryeo envoy said is good, the state of etiquette in the Great Song Dynasty, the article is splendid, if you can listen to a song during the festival, it should be a grand event!"

The Three Buddhas stood up and bowed solemnly.

Zhao Kuo nodded lightly, looked at the ministers in the hall, and swept his gaze towards Shi Miyuan.

Shi Miyuan remained silent, raised his head slightly, glanced at Xue Ji on the side, and coughed lightly.

"Your Majesty, Zhao Guicheng, the heir of King Yi, has outstanding literary talents and quick thinking, it is better to let him recite a poem to show the country's appearance."

Xue Ji immediately stood up and recommended Zhao Guicheng, the heir of King Yi, to Zhao Kuo.

Zhao Kuo nodded lightly, indicating permission.

When the children of the clan showed their faces, he also felt that there was light on his face.

Zhao Hong saw it clearly, and after Xue Ji sat down, Zhao Hong smiled at him.

Xue Ji hurriedly lowered his head, picked up the teacup himself, and started talking with Hu Yu next to him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The young Zhao Guicheng stood up, cleared his throat, and groaned.

"The heavens are high and the heavens are divided, and the sages are in dispute over the ranks.

There is no disrespect for the mental method, and the merit is set in Sven.

It will be able to be among the saints, and the festival should know this frugality and diligence.

Zhan Xia talks about grinding the capital of the people, and the subtlety is respected everywhere. ”

Good guy, in just a moment's effort, a seven-character poem was made, if you want to say that you haven't prepared for it, Zhao Hong doesn't believe it in his heart. There are a few geniuses in the world like Cao Zhi who can become a poet in seven steps.

Zhao Guicheng in front of him is obviously not.

Moreover, this poem interprets Taoism, which is obviously favored by Zhao Kuo, the Taoist emperor.

Song Lizong!

Thinking of this guy's nickname in history, Zhao Hong secretly shook his head.

Too much greed, neglect in political affairs, advocating Taoism, talking about the life of the feast, only trying to be safe, without the great ambition of recovering the country, because of the power to transfer traitorous ministers, the government is not in trouble.

The Son of Heaven advocates science, works from top to bottom, and scholars like to talk about empty things, and is decisive in the killing of the Mongolian rolling iron horse, how can he not lose the country?

If it weren't for the frequent westward expeditions of the Mongol army and the constant infighting, where could the Southern Song Dynasty hold out for thirty or forty years, and the thieves would have been wiped out.

"Good!"

The Goryeo envoys were the first to applaud, and the hall was full of appreciation.

Shi Miyuan also had a smile on the corner of his mouth, obviously very satisfied with Zhao Guicheng's performance.

Zhao Guicheng bowed to the emperor, and then returned the salute to the ministers, gentle and elegant, a humble gentleman, a good royal nobleman.

Zhao Hong also applauded lightly with everyone, smiling. As everyone knows, his way of congratulating others made Shi Miyuan and other ministers on the opposite side frown slightly.

Zhao Hong was ignorant, but he still smiled kindly, harmless to humans and animals.

Zhao Guicheng's show just now can be said to have earned enough eyeballs.

This solo show was also arranged just right.

Zhao Hong suddenly remembered a sentence:

Please start your performance.

"Dare to ask Your Highness, the book "Qinyuan Spring. The word "Snow", but Your Highness, your handwriting? ”

Zhao Guicheng was about to sit down, and the envoy of Dali stood up, bowed to Zhao Guicheng, and continued to ask questions.

The relationship between Dali and the Southern Song Dynasty has always been harmonious, and Dali is also subordinate to the Southern Song Dynasty. At that time, Duan Zhixing, the head of Dali, was virtuous and virtuous, and he was prosperous and prosperous, and he governed the country well, and Dali was considered a country and a people's peace.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Guicheng, and more on Zhao Hong.

Fengle Building is a famous gold cave in Lin'an City, these scholars are all rich people, and they are cultural people. Approaching the end of the year, there are not a few of them who have been there. Under the recitation of each other, everyone knows that this song "Qinyuan Spring. Snow" is the masterpiece of Zhao Hong, the prince of Jeguo.

Zhao Hong's heart was slightly shocked, but his face still did not change.

I don't know what the Dali envoy meant by asking?

"Honorable Envoy, "Qinyuan Chun. The word "Snow" was made by His Royal Highness Zhao Hong, the prince of the Great Song Dynasty. If you have any questions, ask him! ”

Wei Liaoweng, the secretary of the military department, stood up, stretched out his hand, and led Zhao Hong's seat.

His son Wei Jinyu went to Fengle Building, and he was the organizer and eyewitness, so he naturally knew the whole process well.

He really didn't expect that Zhao Hong would have such a literary talent. He also didn't know that the Dali envoy would ask such a question.

The Dali envoy was slightly startled, seemed to have suddenly realized, and hurriedly saluted Zhao Hong.

"His Royal Highness the Duke of Jeguo, the foreign ministers have offended a lot!"

I don't know if the offense he said was to Zhao Guicheng or Zhao Hong.

"Your Excellency, it doesn't have to be this way. Please! ”

Zhao Hong smiled and made a gesture of please.

"His Royal Highness the Duke of Jiguo, the envoys of various countries are here, why don't you make another masterpiece, and let the envoys of various countries convince their hearts and know the prosperity of my Chinese civilization?"

Zhao Hong's teacher, Zhen Dexiu, stood up and began to add fuel to the fire.

Zhao Guicheng's face was slightly red, but he forced his composure.

Zhao Hong unconsciously looked at Shi Miyuan, the latter was there, and his face was light and light.

In an instant, Zhao Hong understood a little in his heart and was secretly vigilant.

He could feel that the eyes of this Dali envoy flickered, as if the person who came was not good.

"Your Highness, you might as well give it a try, so that the envoys of the nations can appreciate it."

Zhen Deok-so's voice sounded again, and it seemed that there was some expectation.

Zhao Hong secretly scolded his mother.

This Zhende Xiu, he has taught himself for a few years, don't you really know how many pounds and taels he has?

It's really a pig teammate, isn't this a blind coax?

"Jiguo Gong, isn't it that you can only play the piano and can't write poems?"

Zhao Rushu, the secretary of the Criminal Department, said loudly, a little gloating.

"Jiguo Gong, since you don't know how to compose lyrics, then the book "Qinyuan Spring" in the Cuiyun Pavilion of Fengle Building. Snow", presumably a copy of a fake? ”

Hu Yu, the governor of the political affairs department and the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, widened his eyes, and his eyes were full of suspicion.

"Hu Xianggong, how can His Royal Highness the Duke of Jiguo be a fake? What Feng Lok Lou did was made by everyone with a stroke of a stroke. Is it not a lie when you say this? ”

Yin Wujing of Lin'an Mansion looked unhappy and scolded Hu Yu.

"Wu Xianggong, don't be impatient. That's not what Hu Xianggong meant. If the Duke of Jiguo can give another poem to the palace, it can convince the people of the world. ”

Xue Ji, who knew the privy secret, stroked his white beard and spoke slowly.

"Your Highness, then you will write another poem, block the mouths of some people, and seal the mouths of people in the world!"

Zhen Dexiu's face was pale, and he bowed to Zhao Hongsu.

This is a pig teammate! For the sake of your own face, you have to force your disciples to go up the wall, and you can figure it out.

Don't you really understand that these people fanned the flames and wanted your disciples to make a fool of themselves in public?

Fortunately, he has a thousand years of knowledge reserves, and he was born as a normal student. Just like a tiger lying in the wilderness......

It seems that he is not so miserable as to be exiled.

Zhao Hong looked at Zhen Dexiu, who was full of anxiety and painstaking face, and nodded lightly, reassuring the other party.

Thankfully, I have it in stock. Otherwise, I was really crippled by my own teacher.

Zhao Hong raised his head, Zhao Kuo on the throne was looking at him, and nodded slightly as if encouragingly, and spoke softly, which made him feel creepy for a while.

"Jiguo Gong, you can reluctantly make it difficult."

It's hard to ......

Maybe the official family can help you......

Zhao Hong suddenly remembered the words of Yu and Xu Liang, and his spirit couldn't help but perk.

Father, and watch the performance of his sons.

Zhao Hongchang took a breath, stood up, and saluted Zhao Kuo first, and then to Zhen Dexiu and other ministers of the palace and envoys from various countries.

"Your Majesty, the ministers obey. Everyone, I'm ugly! ”

The countless poems and poems of the later generations flashed in his mind, and after a moment of silence, Zhao Hong had an idea.

At this moment of extra points, he can't drop the chain.

When the opportunity arises, it is missed, but it will be regretted for the rest of your life.

Looking at the big fat man who was staring coldly at the table opposite, Zhao Hong's heart moved.

"Xia Shuai, can you bring a guqin? I would like to play a song for Your Majesty, wishing Your Majesty good health and longevity. ”

It was this big fat man, the accomplice of Xia Zhen and Shi Miyuan, who commanded the front division of the palace, and deposed him together with Shi Miyuan and Yang Guizhi in history.

Xia Zhen glanced at Zhao Hong in surprise, and his gaze turned to Zhao Kuo on the royal court.

This Zhao Hong, a waste of dim sum, he actually asked himself to get the piano?