After leaving Kaifeng Mansion, Zhao Jun planned to return to the Imperial City Division first.
But unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the gate of Kaifeng Mansion, he saw Wang Shouzhong waiting outside the door with a group of imperial guards.
Wang Shouzhong stood respectfully outside the Kaifeng Mansion, completely unlike the top eunuch in the palace today.
But this is normal, because Zhao Kuangyin learned the lessons of eunuchs in the Han and Tang Dynasties. The number of eunuchs in the Northern Song Dynasty was very small, and it was basically difficult to obtain power. It was not until the end of the Northern Song Dynasty that the great eunuch Tong Guan came to power.
In addition, Zhao Jun's status was special, so let alone Wang Shouzhong waiting respectfully outside, even if he was allowed to die, he would probably have no choice but to die.
Since Wang Shouzhong had not done anything bad and was good to Zhao Jun, Zhao Jun had no ill feelings toward him. Seeing him waiting outside, he walked up curiously and said, "Old Wang, are you here to see Lao Fan?"
Wang Shouzhong said with a smile: "This slave is here to see Xiao Lang."
"Find me?"
Zhao Jun wondered: "The officials want to see me again?"
"yes."
Wang Shouzhong still lowered his eyebrows and looked down.
"Oh well."
Zhao Jun thought about it, and although he visited CPU Zhao Zhen from time to time, the maintenance of power depends on the distance from the center of power.
Even though he is the Imperial City's Chief Secretary and holds a high position of power, if he is not with the emperor for a long time, it is inevitable that other villains will take advantage of him.
Zhao Zhen is a soft-hearted person. If he is deceived into doing something that harms him, he won't even be able to cry.
Therefore, the CPU must constantly stimulate him with things like the humiliation of Jingkang and the demise of the Song Dynasty, so that he can have the motivation to support his reform cause.
At that moment, Zhao Jun followed Wang Shouzhong all the way to the palace gate.
Kaifeng Mansion is not far from the imperial palace. Next to it is Youyemen. Going east from Xijiaolou Street, you can reach Junyiqiao Street in a few steps. Less than a hundred meters further north is the palace gate, which can be said to be at the feet of the emperor.
When the Kaifeng Mansion was destroyed some time ago, it is estimated that someone entered the palace and reported it to Zhao Zhen, but Zhao Zhen did not send the imperial army to stop it. Obviously, the signal sent to the outside world was unusual. This is why the senior officials of the Manchu Dynasty were frightened and uneasy. one.
At this moment, Zhao Jun entered the palace from Youye Gate, passed through Changqing Gate, Chengtian Gate and Yanfu Palace, and went north to the Houyuan.
As soon as he entered the garden, he saw Yaya standing at the door and looking eagerly.
"teacher!"
The moment she saw Zhao Jun, Yaya jumped up happily, and several children behind her rushed over and surrounded him.
Zhao Jun felt a little complicated at this moment.
Since leaving the palace, he has not seen these children again, saying that they were taken back by their respective families.
They are all the children of Sanxiang Sangan and Yan Shu, seven boys and three girls, a total of ten. Zhao Jun taught them for more than a month and recognized each child's voice.
After leaving the palace, Zhao Jun was confused for a while. He didn't know why he came to the Song Dynasty, so he didn't think about it when faced with the deception of Lu Yijian and others. He was fooled and went to the imperial examination without time to teach his children to read. .
Later, after Fan Zhongyan gave him some advice, Zhao Jun was angry at those people for setting a trap on him, and it was even less possible for him to continue teaching children. He almost forgot that he was a teacher who went to the mountain village to teach.
When I see them now, I feel a different kind of emotion.
"Teacher Zhao, will you still teach us how to read?"
The speaker was Wang Zeng's grandson Wang Qian, who was only nine years old this year and was looking at Zhao Jun pitifully.
They, the children of scholar-bureaucrats, have strict family rules and well-organized daily schedules. How can they compare to Zhao Jun's lively lectures and new things like computers?
Hearing Wang Qian's words, Zhao Jun didn't know how to answer for a moment. Now that he was fighting with their grandfathers, how could he care about them?
"Jun boy."
Yan Shu walked out from the side, looked at him and said, "I haven't seen him for a while."
Zhao Jun patted Yaya and Wang Qian's heads, walked over and whispered, "What tricks are you playing?"
"how?"
Yan Shu was unhappy and said, "Do you think we can only play tricks?"
"What if?"
Zhao Jun sneered: "Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking."
"well."
Mentioning this, Yan Shu sighed.
In fact, he didn't want to go against Zhao Jun. After all, Zhao Jun had the great kindness of Mrs. Meng to him.
But he is also a member of the scholar-bureaucrats, and he will inevitably have some ideas for the sake of future generations.
Historically, he was Fan Zhongyan's teacher and Fu Bi's father-in-law. As a result, he did not support Fan Zhongyan and Fu Bi on the Qingli New Deal, which shows how embarrassing his position was.
For him, many things cannot be explained clearly by the so-called worldliness. Sometimes caught in the middle, it is inevitable to be overwhelmed by the general trend and full of helplessness.
Yan Shu shook his head bitterly and said, "There is still some distance to go to Guanjia Hall, let's go for a walk together."
"good."
Zhao Jun responded.
The two people walked side by side in front.
Wang Shouzhong and his children followed them obediently.
It is late autumn in September, and the weather is getting colder and colder.
The flowers, plants and trees in the back garden are also gradually withering. There is a small hill on the right side of the road. The mountains and forests are inlaid with yellow and brown, rendering them brilliant colors.
Yan Shu sighed softly as he walked: "There are many helpless things that people have to do when they live in this world. There are some things that we can't help ourselves. I think you should understand, Jun."
"Well, you say."
Zhao Jun was noncommittal, still a little bit worried about the fact that they had set a trap for him.
Yan Shu continued: "Although we do hope that you will not change some things, we do also sincerely hope that you can strengthen the Song Dynasty. You also do not want the Song Dynasty to perish, right?"
"Don't kidnap me morally."
Zhao Jun waved his hands and said: "I don't like this place in the first place. Compared with future generations, who have mobile phones, computers, better medical care and a better life, why should I suffer and work for you in the Song Dynasty? Why should I still work for you? I want to be manipulated by you at will? It makes no sense, okay?"
Yan Shu smiled bitterly and said: "But again, it is a fact that you are here and cannot be changed. It is better to settle down where you are. We all understand what you mean, but the child is innocent. Are you here also to develop education? ?"
"snort."
Zhao Jun snorted coldly.
Yan Shu added: "But you burned all the textbooks. What will the children do?"
"What? Are you starting to play the family card? Are you trading in the bitter meat trick?"
Zhao Jun sneered: "You want to use the children to delay my time? Let me spend all my time teaching them, and then teach a bunch of little scholar-officials who continue to lie on the heads of the people to suck blood? Do you think I will still be fooled? ?”
Yan Shu was dissatisfied and said: "Why do you always think so bad of us? I haven't even settled the accounts with you for copying my son's poems."
"Forehead"
Zhao Jun's face froze, this was indeed something he did improperly.
But after thinking about it, he said: "So what? To be honest, if I don't tell you that it's your son's poem, and just say a poem from the Southern Song Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty or even the Qing Dynasty, what can you do to me?"
"There are also good words in the Ming and Qing Dynasties?"
Yan Shu was surprised and said: "Didn't you say that among Tang poetry, Song poetry, Yuan music, Ming and Qing Dynasty, only my Song poetry is the best in history?"
"Being the best in history doesn't mean that other dynasties don't have good words."
Zhao Jun thought for a while and said: "There is a song "Linjiang Immortal" in the Ming Dynasty. The rolling water of the Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure turn around. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. White-haired fishermen and woodcutters in the river. Up here, I am used to looking at the autumn moon and the spring breeze. I am happy to meet each other over a pot of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all made up of jokes! How about this song? "
"The green mountains are still there, how many times have the sunset turned red? How many things in ancient and modern times are all made up of jokes?"
Yan Shu is a person who loves words. When he heard this poem, his heart suddenly surged. He scratched his head and ears with excitement and praised it repeatedly: "Good words, good words."
Zhao Jun looked at him warily and said: "Old Yan, you have to be more moral. I gave you back your son Yan Jidao's poem, but you still shamelessly claim that it was written by you. This poem is one of the three poems of the Ming Dynasty. You should show some respect for the works of Yang Shen, the most talented person in the world."
"This, this, this."
Yan Shu became even more excited and his face turned red. He had indeed had this idea, but because his son Yan Jidao was afraid that his words would be copied by Zhao Jun, it made sense to put them on his head first.
It would indeed be a bit immoral to take away the Ming Dynasty poetry.
As a poet, you still have to save your face, so after being exposed by Zhao Jun, he blushed and rolled his sleeves and said: "Who do you think I am? How could I do such a thing?"
After finishing speaking, I muttered a few lines in my mouth, carefully recalling this poem that looked down on the world, and felt excited for a while, but then I thought that it was not something I had written, and I became depressed and felt very uncomfortable.
Seeing Yan Shu's uncomfortable expression, Zhao Jun smiled and said nothing.
joke.
The Ming and Qing Dynasties were indeed not the pinnacle of Ci.
But there are still many good words.
Not to mention Yang Shen, Nalan Xingde was the first poet in the Qing Dynasty.
That song "Magnolia", if life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad as to draw a fan? There is also "Huanxisha", which was just ordinary at the time.
Taking these two poems out will definitely not be able to suppress the poetry of the Song Dynasty.
After all, Su Shi, Xin Qiji, Li Qingzhao, Lu You, etc. have not yet appeared.
But it is still easy to occupy a seat among the great poets in the Song Dynasty Ci world where there are many masters.
Not to mention there was Wang Guowei at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China.
"Die Lian Hua" is one of Zhao Jun's favorite words.
That sentence "The most unforgettable thing in the world is that a beautiful lady quits the mirror and the flower quits the tree." If you take it out, you must not hurt the hearts of thousands of young ladies from the fifty-four families in Bianliang?
The two walked for a while, and soon Yan Shu's mood finally calmed down, and his flushed face gradually recovered.
He looked at the approaching Guanjia Palace in the distance and suddenly remembered what was going on today. He took a deep breath and said to Zhao Jun, "Jun boy."
"Um?"
"Actually, I still like you to call me Uncle Lari."
"We can't go back, can we?"
Zhao Jun shrugged.
Yan Shu smiled and said: "You can go back. This time we have decided to fully support you. You can do whatever you want."
"after all."
"We all wish Da Song well."
"Isn't it?"
After he finished speaking, he looked into the distance.
Zhao Jun also looked over.
In the distance, outside the Guanjia Hall, where he once thought was the entrance to the village, a table was set up again.
King Lu Yijian and others were sitting there.
Zhao Zhen waved to him from a distance.
Next to it is the farmland outside Guanjia Hall.
The children followed him.
The fields are overgrown with weeds.
There are still cicadas chirping in late autumn.
The frog's cry carried far across the fields.
Just like how Zhao Jun looked before he opened his eyes.
It’s like that summer more than ten years ago.
Zhao Jun is still in the small mountain village in his hometown of Hunan.
Fireflies dance lightly in summer.
power cut.
Relatives sit in the yard in the evening, chatting and cracking melon seeds.
While the children were laughing and playing nearby.
(End of chapter)
