The questions of the two scholars made everyone in the courtyard look at Zhao Hong in surprise.

Even Yang Yi looked at Zhao Hong suspiciously, to see what he could say.

Interlaced like a mountain, the poems are understandable, but this "Tatar Policy" is a side matter, Zhao Hong is in the middle of An, he has never been to the border fortress, and the Tatar cavalry is estimated to have never seen it, so it won't be really blind, right?

"Ladies and gentlemen, the book "Tatar Policy" written by Ji Guogong is the result of his conversations with dozens of border army soldiers, local officials, and even soldiers who fled south. As the saying goes: everything is foreseen, and if it is not prepared, it is wasted. The Tatar army is in full swing, destroying dozens of countries, Jinxia is trembling, and the Song Dynasty and the opposition should be vigilant to prepare for border troubles. The old man's soldier Wei Liaoweng can be a witness for the Duke of Jeguo. ”

Before Zhao Hong could answer, Wei Liaoweng had already stood up and endorsed Zhao Hong.

What Wei Gong said was extremely true. Zhao Gong, who supervised the imperial history, had sent several envoys to Tatar, and knew that his soldiers were strong and strong, and he could not be underestimated. What Ji Guogong said in "Tatar Policy" is the essence of Tatar military affairs. I admire it in the next, too. ”

Zhao Gong, the superintendent of the imperial history, stood up and saluted the crowd in the courtyard.

Wei Weng is a famous family, and his official reputation is good. Everyone in the courtyard exchanged their heads and ears, but no one retorted.

"Ladies and gentlemen, although I am staying in Lin'an City, I have had a lot of contact with the courtiers and border troops, and I understand the habits of the Tatars, so this is reasoning, not nonsense. As for the might of the Tatar army......"

Zhao Hong looked in Wei Liaoweng's direction and spoke again.

"Song Phnom Penh has been in trouble for many years, the two armies have faced each other, and our Song official army has almost no victory. The Tatar army was able to drive the Jin army back to the south of the Yellow River, and what about its troops, I don't need to say more, right? At that time, the Jurchen population was only one million, didn't my Great Song Dynasty lose half of the country and let it ravage? Now that a hundred years have passed, has my Great Song Dynasty restored the Central Plains? ”

Zhao Hong's rhetorical question made the two questioners speechless, and the audience was silent for a while.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was a little dull for a while.

Zhao Hong also did not speak. At this time, silence is better, allowing these guys to think about it and face the harsh reality instead of living in their own dreams.

He swept his gaze over the crowd, sat down in a chair, picked up a watermelon, and ate it.

Yan Chun turned out to be a woman dressed as a man, suave, sandwiched in the crowd, acting as his audience.

There is also Zhang San and his two brothers, all of whom have solemn faces, as if they are thinking about something.

It seems that there are many acquaintances in the courtyard of these 180 people.

"Your Highness, let's talk about your poetry."

Finally, the man with the wide robe and big sleeves bowed and broke the silence.

"That's right! Your Royal Highness's poetry is unparalleled in the world, or please tell Your Highness about your poetry, and let me feast my ears! ”

"Your Highness, your article is splendid, and you can be the first in the country. Please also explain the poems, I will listen to you! ”

After a while, some Confucian scholars raised the "Selected Poems of Zhao Hong" in their hands and started to coax.

For many of the listeners in the courtyard, they came based on Zhao Hong's poems. The matter of fighting and killing should be handed over to the rotten imperial court and let the scholars and doctors toss it.

"Everyone, I just talked about "Tatar Policy", if you want to talk about poetry, you have to let His Highness drink tea and eat melons and take a breath!"

Chen Qi, the owner of Chen's bookstore, stepped forward, with a smile on his face, and explained to the audience.

Zhao Hong's "Selected Poems" and "Tatar Strategy" made Lin'an City expensive Luoyang paper for a while, and also made him earn a lot of money, no wonder he was so full of spring breeze.

Although the sales volume of "Tatar Policy" is not as good as that of "Selected Poems of Zhao Hong", Lin'an City is rich, the wind of luxury spreads, and scholars from all over the world gather, and "Tatar Policy" has also reached tens of thousands of copies.

"Brother Chen, I think there are many more people here who listen to "Selected Poems" than "Tatar Ce".

After eating melons and drinking tea and resting, Zhao Hong smiled and whispered to Chen Qi.

The readers of the Great Song Dynasty are still much more sensitive to poetry and songs. On the contrary, he is dull and indifferent to side affairs, and even indifferent.

"Your Highness, you can be content."

Chen Qi smiled, his face flushed.

"Your Highness, this is your first time lecturing, and it's already very good. Whether it's poetry or strategy, it won't take ten days and half a month for you to become famous in Beijing. ”

Chen Qi whispered, and Zhao Hong couldn't help but be stunned.

The human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, he wants too much.

"Your Highness, don't think about it! Let's cheer up and tell us more about your poems! Those listeners, including those of the Jianghu Poetry School, are already impatient to wait! ”

Chen Qi smiled, bowed, and retreated.

"You profiteer, you really want money!"

Zhao Hong put down the dog-like watermelon, and the courtyard was quiet.

"Everyone, this first song, let's talk about this song "Xijiang Moon" ......"

The speech continued, explaining the experience of two poems, which won bursts of applause, and Zhao Hong was about to continue, when a white-haired Confucian suddenly asked.

"Your Highness, your poems are magnificent, but they don't seem to have the disadvantages of the times, more than pastime, and not enough warnings. Is His Highness protecting himself? ”

The courtyard was shocked, and Zhao Hong saw that it was the bull-eared person of the Jianghu poetry school who wore retro.

It is said that this Weng Gengjie is upright and a hard bone. When I saw it today, it was really a headache.

I can't get off the stage, is this a pig teammate? Doesn't this make people with hearts applaud?

"Mr. Dai is worried about the country and the people, and he admires it. If it weren't for worrying about the country and the people, I wouldn't have written this "Tatar Policy" in the future. In the future poems, there will be more cynical articles below, and Mr. Dai and everyone present will testify. ”

Zhao Hong understated it and borrowed "Tatar Strategy" to pass it aside.

Although Dai Retro is upright, he is not a fool. Speaking of which, he didn't want to ask again.

Besides, "the soul of the soldier is exhausted and the soul of the country is empty", and "all the horses are sad together", although they are not named, they can be regarded as speaking out against reality.

A member of the audience below asked again.

"Your Highness, your poems won't be plagiarized, right?"

Everyone was stunned and looked over together, but it was a merry man in white clothes, gently shaking the folding fan, and the jade tree was in the wind.

"This brother, can something like poetry be plagiarized?"

The companion on the side of the Merry Scholar echoed loudly.

"Of course! Throughout the ages, what poet have you ever seen, there was no poem before the age of twenty, but at the age of twenty-one, it was out of control. In my opinion, there is no way to justify it except plagiarism, or someone else behind it. ”

"I see! The dignified prince of the Song Dynasty is really different! Even plagiarism is a matter of advice from everyone. Admire, admire! ”

The two of them sang and harmonized, and the eyes of everyone in the audience looked at Zhao Hong together.

"A mouth full of feces! What bullshit! ”

Li Tang stood up and scolded angrily with a black face.

These two people are yin and yang, you sing me and, you are obviously here to smash the field.

"What's wrong? Do you still want to hit someone? ”

"The minions of the Jeguo Mansion are really extraordinary, and they are very domineering!"

The two scholars sneered and went straight to Li Tang.

Li Tang was about to have a seizure, but was pulled aside by Chen Qi.

"Two, you said that Ji Guogong's poems were plagiarized, is there any evidence?"

Someone asked aloud in confusion.

"Two, today is His Highness's lecture, don't chase after the wind and shadows, and confuse the public."

Chen Qi hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded the two merry scholars.

Harmony makes money, obviously someone is fanning the flames, he doesn't want to make things bigger.

"Why, don't let people talk about it? What a great official authority! ”

"It's really eye-opening that plagiarism is so justified!"

The two scholars were righteous and awe-inspiring, and began to sarcastically and ridicule again.

The crowd listening to the lecture was chattering, Li Tang was extremely angry, his face was red, and he was about to draw his knife, but he was scolded by Zhao Hong in a low voice.

"Stand down!"

Li Tang retreated, Li Tang raised his head, his face was calm, and said loudly:

"You say, what do you have to do to believe that these poems are the work of the following?"

He knew a little in his heart, I was afraid that the sailors hired by people with intentions were here to smash the field.

If you are provoked by them, you will fall into their trap, be embarrassed, and lose your reputation.

The eyes of everyone at the scene were cast on the two scholars together.

"Your Highness, unless you can write a poem on the spot, I will be convinced!"

"Not bad! If Your Highness can write a poem on the spot, I will wait for the five bodies to fall to the ground, and I will be convinced! ”

Sure enough, the two merry men immediately came up with a solution to the problem.

Chen Qi was just about to speak, but Zhao Hong stopped him and said aloud.

"Two, please come up with the question."

Everyone in the audience was shocked. Zhao Hong is so calm, does he want to write poems in public?

The two scholars were stunned, and the two looked at each other, both of them were a little weak-hearted.

Looking at Zhao Hong's confident and calm appearance, it seems that he has real talent and real learning.

"This, let's focus on people's livelihood."

"Yes, let's take people's livelihood as the theme!"

The two scholars spoke one after the other.

Hundreds of people of all colors in the courtyard looked at Zhao Hong together.

"Your Highness, look at this ......"

Chen Qi was halfway through his words, but he was stopped by Zhao Hong.

"Brother Chen, please prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for me."

Chen Qi was taken aback, and hurriedly asked people to offer pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, he personally sharpened the ink, and Zhao Hong thought a little and wrote it down.

"The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on the surface of Tongguan Road.

Looking at the western capital, he hesitated.

Sad, the Qin and Han dynasties, the palace and thousands of rooms have been made of soil.

Xing, the people are bitter! Death, the people suffer! ”

This song "Hillside Sheep. Tong Care for the Ancient", and "Ancient Road West Wind Thin Horse", are all cooked and can not be cooked.

Li Tang smiled, spread his arms on the paper, Chen Qi chanted loudly, and soon, there was a shocking cheer in the courtyard, which lasted for a long time, and everyone in the audience was envious.

The prince of the Great Song Dynasty is really worthy of his reputation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please continue the lecture!"

Chen Qi smiled and announced that the poetry lecture would continue.

Adding this "Hillside Goat" and reprinting it again must be another big profit.

Zhao Hong looked at the courtyard, the two scholars had quietly slipped out of the crowd and disappeared.

Noticing that the figures of Zhang San and Zhou Da in the crowd had disappeared, Zhao Hong smiled heartily.

After this "speech" and "personal show", I am afraid it will be difficult for me to become famous. I hope that my efforts can be rewarded.

Yang Yi picked up the wine glass, his fingers trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but show appreciation in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Hong.

"Jianghu Poems" has not been officially finalized and published, and it has already failed.

This Zhao Hong is really incredible!

Yan Chun, who watched Zhao Hong's wonderful performance in the crowd, unconsciously smiled, both surprised and admired.

Seven steps to poetry! This prince of the Great Song Dynasty is really awesome!

It's just that today's scene is a poem, and Zhao Hong will be famous all over the world.

Noticing that Zhao Hong's gaze in the distance turned unconsciously around, Yan Chun hurriedly hid behind people and covered his face with a folding fan.

Unconsciously, she felt that Zhao Hong, who was talking eloquently in front of her, was much more respectable and admirable.

On the contrary, it is himself, who knows nothing about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and reads little books, and is a little ashamed of himself, and seems to be unworthy of the other party.

I don't know, in Zhao Hong's heart, does he look down on himself?