At this time, tables, chairs, wine and food had been set up in the garden, and a group of eunuchs and maids were waiting on both sides.
Jing Zhou smiled at the group of palace maids, causing several of them to lower their heads in an instant, not daring to look at him anymore. They felt shy at first, and then thought: "This young master is really good-looking. How great would it be if he were free?" . How about sneaking a few more glances at him? He probably won't notice."
"Sir is really my best friend!"
Ning Zong and Jing Zhou kept chatting along the way. When they arrived at the Imperial Garden, Ning Zong had given up calling me "I" and replaced him with "me". He even introduced Jing Zhou as his lifelong confidant.
He thought that he could dominate the world, but no one understood his thoughts. He was a lonely man. At this time, Jingzhou only talked to him for a while, and he felt that everything this man said came to his heart.
He saw that Jingzhou was unusually young, did not dress like a Taoist priest, and had no name. He couldn't find a suitable title for a while. In order to show that he was a "courteous and virtuous corporal", he called him "Mr." When he got up, he regarded himself as an ordinary person.
The eunuchs and maids nearby were all shocked when they heard that the two of them were addressed as an official and a gentleman. Did the young man in front of them deserve a lot of favor? His Majesty actually called himself by me.
Jingzhou said: "The officials are also kind-hearted and unlike ordinary emperors."
Since arriving at the palace, Jingzhou has not deliberately tried to please the emperor, and some of his words and actions have been out of line, but he doesn't care. At worst, he will just clapped his hands and leave if he angers the emperor.
Unexpectedly, the emperor in front of him was not an ordinary good man, and he had no airs at all.
Before he came, he just wanted to take a look. Now that Ning Zong was so enthusiastic about him, he felt embarrassed and left. He made up his mind to leave some good words and advice to Ning Zong.
Jingzhou sighed in his heart: "In the prosperous age, Ning Zong could be considered a wise king, but now there is Jin Meng in the north. He has a good heart, but he is too indecisive and was born at the wrong time! What if he was born in During the reign of Emperor Wen of Han, it was not necessarily impossible to achieve great results."
Ning Zongdao: "I first met you because of one of his poems. This time you come to the palace, you must leave some calligraphy works!"
After Jingzhou arrived at the garden, he kept looking at the scenery inside. There was a pavilion every five steps and a pavilion every ten steps. Both sides of the road were filled with exotic flowers and plants. Two underground rivers flowed under his feet with a rushing sound. The breeze It blows by, sending bursts of fragrance, which is very pleasant.
A few feet further forward, there is a waterfall pouring down from the rockery mountain and into a pond below. The pond is lined with crisp bamboos and the sky is covered with lush greenery.
Upon hearing Ning Zong's request, Jing Zhou couldn't help but ask, "Do officials also like those romantic words?"
Ning Zong said with a smile: "Hahaha, the young master is indeed an extraordinary person. I like the young master's calligraphy even more."
Ning Zong naturally likes this romantic poem, but compared to Huizong, he puts more energy into court affairs. Although he likes it, he doesn't have so much time to study it, and he is more frugal and reluctant to give up money. Come and do those "elegant things".
Ning Zong extended the invitation warmly, and Jing Zhou did not refuse. The pen and ink were already prepared on the desk in front of him. It was obvious that he had been prepared for it. He put up the pen and immediately scribbled a few poems.
"The mountains are connected with thousands of clouds, and the water is half a hook around the Qinhuai moon. Okay, okay!"
Ning Zong stroked his beard and stood at the table and kept praising.
"I'm afraid the officials are saying something that goes against their will. This poem is a piece of poetry that pays attention to the nature of the text. It was accidentally obtained by a good hand. Now this is just done casually, how can it be praised by the officials." Jingzhou himself knows his own family affairs. These few poems are just random remarks and have nothing to say.
Ning Zongdao: "Although this poem has no famous lines throughout the ages, it can still be regarded as a masterpiece. This single stroke is full of romance! General Zuo's single stroke of the preface to the Lanting Collection has been sung for hundreds of years. I see the young master's single stroke of regular script. It has the potential to overwhelm the Lanting Collection Preface!"
"Haha, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty had the preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection, and now I also have it!" Ning Zong looked at the elegant and elegant words on the paper and admired them from the bottom of his heart. In a moment of excitement, he replaced me with me.
This word is about talent, it cannot be achieved by hard work. If there is a meaning of being out of the world in the lines like the one in front of you, it seems that you are going to ride on the wind, and even more, you have to go through the world of mortals, and you have the meaning of "immortal" in your heart.
The Orchid Pavilion preface had long been taken into the tomb by Li Shimin, and later generations had no chance to get a glimpse of the original work. At this time, Ning Zong felt that the words in front of him were enough to compare with the sacred Orchid Pavilion Anthology Preface, and he felt extremely happy in his heart.
I just don’t know how the man in front of me, so young, could write such a word!
Jing Zhou wrote some calligraphy and gave them to Ning Zong, and then the two of them held a banquet at the spring.
The five delicacies happened to be prepared in the imperial dining room, so they were served at this time.
There was a lot of food on the table, so Jingzhou picked up a few with chopsticks. Compared with Huang Rong's, the taste was comparable to that of Huang Rong's.
He also tasted a few bites of the Yuanyang Five Delicatessen, but felt that there was nothing special about it. Maybe it was because he had been eating Huang Rong's food, and his stomach was filled by the girl.
It was Hong Qigong who had not known the taste of meat for many days, so he could not forget these five delicacies.
After drinking and eating, Ning Zong turned to state affairs. At this time, there was a chessboard in front of the two of them.
Ning Zong held the white piece and lost one piece, and asked: "Sir, you said before that we, the Song Dynasty, can integrate the martial arts forces to fight against Jin Meng?"
Jingzhou said: "Yes, this martial arts power cannot be underestimated, but there are hundreds of thousands of Beggar Clan members. There are even more people in the martial arts who support the imperial court. If nothing else, among the five great powers in the world, except for Nan Emperor and Xidu and the other three are all bent on fighting against the Jin and want to regain our Han people’s homeland!”
"Even if there are no leaders in the martial arts world, the Jin soldiers will harass them when they go south, or assassinate the generals, or burn the food, making the Jin soldiers weak and distracted. If these martial arts men are condensed into one force, Your Majesty thinks that they will be able to how?"
At this time, after Jingzhou's previous introduction, Ning Zong also knew about the martial arts forces. Unexpectedly, this group of reckless people also had the world in mind and knew the emperor's father's intentions.
In this way, if this group of scattered forces can be twisted into one, they will have an extra strength to resist gold, and this group of people will not need military pay or post-war pensions.
"If we can really unite into one, this power will naturally not be inferior to that of the army." After losing another son, Ning Zong asked: "It's just that people in this world are always difficult to discipline. I wonder if you, sir, have any good ideas to rectify the forces in this world?"
This was already the third chess game the two of them had played. In the previous two games, Ning Zong was concerned about state affairs, so he lost two games in a row.
In this game, he put his mind back to the chessboard. He had been playing for a long time and there was no sign of defeat yet.
At this time, most of the confusion in his heart was solved by Jingzhou in a few words. He felt that the Jin Kingdom was no longer a scourge, but it was the Mongolian tribes that Jingzhou kept mentioning that made him worried.
However, although Mongolia is powerful, its forces are not unified yet, so it does not pose much of a threat at this time. . .
Chapter 163 Good advice and good advice
