This Song Dynasty is different

Chapter 13 I lost

To the Northern Liao Dynasty, the Song Dynasty was like a fat sheep that was eager to catch and roast it.But although the warriors of the Song Dynasty, who were called the thieves' army, were of low status, they were exceptionally tough.The two countries have been fighting for many years, and Bei Liao has taken a lot of advantages, but the price has also been high.

Speaking more recently, during the Zhenzong Dynasty, the Northern Liao cavalry went south, hoping to occupy this colorful world.The progress of the war was just like the ambitions of the Northern Liao side. In just a few battles, the courage of the monarchs and ministers of the Song Dynasty was broken.

However, those warriors could not resist the fight and refused to retreat, which fulfilled Kou Zhun's reputation of saving the world, and also let everyone in Bei Liao know that it was a luxury to hope to destroy the Song Dynasty in one battle.

After that, Beiliao had been keeping an eye on the Song Dynasty, trying to find a loophole and send troops again.

The death of Zhenzong was a good opportunity. Zhao Zhen, who succeeded him, was young and the young ruler was suspicious of the country. There was bound to be chaos in the DPRK, so it was the right time to send troops to the Northern Liao Dynasty.

But I never expected that the Queen Mother stabilized the situation of the court, which made the monarchs and ministers of Northern Liao sigh.

However, there are many disadvantages to women being in power, among which it is inevitable to rely on a group of civil servants. Therefore, the Emperor of the Northern Liao Dynasty ordered Yelvxian to use the poems that the Song Dynasty literati was best at to shock them.

It's a psychological battle.

In the past, after the Song Dynasty suffered a defeat, they always said that the Northern Barbarians were vulgar and ignorant, and only knew how to shout and kill.But today, your last fig leaf has been torn apart by me, Daliao, so how can you have any dignity?
Yelvxian prepared for this for half a year and prepared several poems. He thought he could crush the southern scholar-bureaucrats, so he sent Shi Shiran as an envoy to Bianjing.

Tonight, he stood on the Zhouqiao Bridge, with a bright moon above his head, surrounded by a group of bleak-looking literati from the Song Dynasty.

How high-spirited this is!
At this moment, a girl's voice came out that was very disturbing.

Win lanterns?
Go home and hang it in the yard?

It's just the ramblings of an ignorant girl.

But her husband agreed very casually.

"it is good!"

The corners of Yelvxian's mouth raised slightly as he watched a young man walk out of the crowd.

The girl behind her looked quite cute, staring at the lantern.

"Which one is it from?" Frustrated Zhang Sa frowned and said, "Why don't you back down?"

But Yelvxian felt that this was a good opportunity to embarrass the literati of the Song Dynasty again, so he smiled and said kindly: "But a scholar?"

"I've been studying for a few years." The young man smiled.

"How about the poem?" Yelvxian smiled even more happily.

"I haven't written much poetry, but it's not difficult to come up with it!" the young man said and glanced at the lanterns.

"Then I'll wait and see." Yelvxian took a step back.

Come on, make a fool of yourself and show me.

Then, I will humiliate Zhang Sa and others.

"I don't know how high the sky is!" Zhang Sa took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and whispered: "Go and tell Mr. Sun personally that Yelv Xian has come to Zhouqiao. The whole audience was pale with a poem. I am ashamed of myself, Mr. Sun. Ashamed of... Da Song!"

He waved his hand gently, and then the young man came up and said, "I have it."

Yelvxian nodded, distracted and said to the entourage around him: "I will build momentum in Bianjing later, and say that tonight the literati of the Song Dynasty will lose all face. I, the Daliao, are not only invincible in cavalry, but also in literary talent!"

Tonight, Yelvxian vowed to press the faces of the Song Dynasty literati to the ground and trample on them.

The young man raised his head slightly, looked at the hanging bright moon, and spoke.

"When will the moon be there, ask Qingtian for the wine."

"Wait!" Zhang Sa wanted to stop the person who was sending the message, but that person had already run away without a trace.

"Hold on!" Yelvxian's body trembled and he looked at the young man in disbelief.

"What a great beginning!" a scholar exclaimed.

What does grandeur mean? He looked at Yelvxian provocatively, feeling proud.

"I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven."

The young man looked at the galaxy with a smile, "I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be too cold at high places."

The attendant asked in a low voice: "Messenger, when will you start delivering the message?"

Yelvxian shook his head solemnly, "There's no need to go."

Zhang Sa's face was slightly red, as if he was slightly drunk.

"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world."

The young man lowered his head at this moment and looked at the flowing Bianhe River with his hands behind his hands.

After hearing the news, many people from both sides of the Taiwan Strait came and looked at him.

"Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, a low-key household, and a sleepless night. There should be no hatred, and what will happen to you when you leave."

Zhang Sa stared at the young man intently, and the several record-keeping officials exchanged excited glances while recording.

How long has it been, how long has it been since a famous article appeared.

"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is difficult to do in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever, thousands of miles away...to share the beauty of the moon."

The young man finished chanting.

He didn't ask any questions and went straight to the lantern, took it off and handed it to the girl, "How about it?"

The girl raised her head, her eyes full of admiration, "The husband is the most powerful."

At this time, the bright moon shone on the young man, and his clothes were fluttering in the night wind.He smiled slightly, nodded to Zhang Sa and others, and left immediately.

At this moment, it was so quiet on Zhouqiao that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's eyes followed the young man.

A scholar who was taking notes threw away his brush and shouted, "Good words, extremely good words!"

Zhang Sa suddenly stood up, "Young man, stop! I, Zhang Sa, still want to ask for advice... young man, young man!"

But the young man and his maid had already disappeared into the crowd.

"Messenger..." The attendant who was waiting to deliver the message did not understand the poetry and looked at the pale-faced Yelvxian in surprise, "Are you still going to deliver the message?"

Yelvxian's cheeks trembled, "No need."

He took a deep breath and said, "Go, go and ask. It doesn't matter how much it costs. You must know who that young man is. Go quickly!"

On the opposite side, Zhang Sa whispered: "Go tell Mr. Sun, go quickly!" After saying that, he looked up at Yelu Xian and asked seriously: "Your Majesty, what do you think of this poem?"

This is a slap in the face!

"I'm stupid, I think it's not as good as your noble envoy's song."

Zhang Sa's slap in the face came quickly and hard. He was so miserable at being squeezed by Yelvxian before, and now his revenge was so satisfying.

Yelvxian took a deep breath again, and the deputy envoy beside him, Xiao Yanshen, said angrily: "The serious scholar-bureaucrats were defeated by the envoy's words, but I didn't expect that a barbarian appeared halfway, and it was... a crime that is not a war, not a war." crime!"

Yelvxian held up his hands and said, "I don't know who that person is."

There was a hint of embarrassment in Zhang Sa's eyes. The regular army was beaten so hard that Ye Luzi shocked the audience with his random words.If word spreads tomorrow, there will be no place for his old face.

But looking at the excitement in the eyes of those scholars, he felt a bit in his heart and felt that he was being narrow-minded. He smiled and said: "Scholars of the Song Dynasty!"

A scholar asked provocatively: "Whose poem do you think will win today?"

It was suddenly quiet up and down the Zhouqiao Bridge.

Under the bright moon, Yelvxian's hand behind his back trembled slightly.

"I lost!"

……

Sun Shi's family was very lively. He was a great scholar, so he had many children.Today, everyone who is good at poetry came, and the Sun family suddenly became a market.

The poem filled the wine glass, attracting countless people to cheer loudly.

Yan Shu and Sun Shi sat at the top, talking in low voices.

"How?" Sun Shi asked.

Yan Shu shook his head slightly, "They are all good, but I have heard of Yelvxian's poems, and they are not as good as them."

"Yes!" Sun Shi sighed, "After much thought, I think it's only you. However, your poems have become graceful. It's just a meeting of poems. I'm worried about the competition between countries. The Liao people will denounce it as a troubling sound. My uncle, don’t blame me for speaking nonsense.”

Tongshu is the nickname of Yan Shu. He smiled bitterly and said, "I know the shortcomings of my poetry. It can be said that it comes from my heart. I was asked to write such majestic poetry, but I was unable to do anything."

Sun Shi shook his head and said with some reluctance: "At this moment, I inexplicably thought of what Li Xian said that day. I felt that he was ridiculing the scholars of the Song Dynasty who only knew literature and not martial arts."

"Li Guoan? I have heard of this person." Yan Shu became a Jinshi at the age of 14. He is known as a child prodigy and claims to be unparalleled in talent. "Have you heard that this person considers himself the emperor's teacher?"

"No, but the official family relies heavily on this son."

At this time, someone hurried in and said, "Mr. Sun, the Liao envoy went to Zhouqiao, and no one dared to answer the poem that was filled with scholars."

Suddenly, everyone around was stunned.

There are two places tonight, one here and one at Zhouqiao.

"What a shame for me, a scholar-bureaucrat of the Song Dynasty!" Sun Shi stamped his feet and glanced across the audience, "Tomorrow will be the day when the Liao envoy will meet with the official Queen Mother. Are you waiting for a good word that can turn the tide?"

But good words cannot be produced in a short time.

The crowd bowed their heads.

Sun Shi stamped his feet, "In this case, I should apologize to the Queen Mother and the officials!"

"Mr. Sun." A scholar ran in like flying, his face flushed, "Mr. Sun, when the Liao envoy was arrogant, someone appeared at Zhouqiao, and a water tune song made the Liao envoy look pale and bow his head to admit defeat."

Sun Shi was startled. This great joy and sorrow came too quickly. The old man covered his chest and said, "Say!"

"When will the moon be there, ask Qingtian about the wine..."

Yan Shu's eyes flashed with excitement, "Okay!"

"……Nung, moon and new moon."

All the scholars stood up and shouted.

"good words!"

Sun Xi raised his glass, his old face flushed, "Everyone, I would like to congratulate the Great Song Dynasty tonight!"

"Congratulations to Da Song!"

……

in the palace.

The Queen Mother is still dealing with political affairs.

Zhao Zhen was sitting on the side, looking at the memorial. Later he put down the memorial with a gloomy look on his eyebrows, "Madam, is there anything Mr. Sun can do?"

"The people from the Imperial City Department have gone, and if there is good news, they will naturally report back. Officials have to learn one thing." The Queen Mother raised her eyes and looked at him, "The sun is ready for everything, and this heart is at peace. This is a required course for the emperor, otherwise we will not wait. If your ambitions are rewarded, you will be riddled with diseases due to excessive joy, anger, sorrow and joy."

"Yes." Zhao Zhen lowered his head.

"The Queen Mother." A chamberlain came in, "The Liao envoy went to Zhouqiao Night Market and suppressed the scholars present with one poem. No one could beat him."

The Queen Mother closed her eyes, "Shame on you!"

Tomorrow's court meeting, she will continue to be embarrassed.

Zhao Zhen said angrily: "Is there no one in Bianjing who can defeat the Liao envoy?"

"Officials!" The Queen Mother suppressed the disappointment and anger in her heart, "This is the trend. The current trend of Bei Liao is unstoppable."

"Then we just tolerate it?"

"Yes, bear with it!"

"Queen Mother." Luo Chongxun rushed in amid screams.

"Where are the rules?" the Queen Mother said sternly.

"Queen Mother, I'm so happy." Luo Chongxun knelt down, "Someone suddenly appeared at Zhouqiao Night Market, and a water-melody song made Yelvxian look pale and admit defeat."

The Queen Mother's eyes showed a strange light, "Nian!"

Zhao Zhen clenched his fists excitedly...

"When will the moon be there, ask Qingtian about the wine..."

(End of this chapter)