Chapter 32: Xiao Dongxie’s calligraphy integrates martial arts; the great Confucian scholar was detained for peace talks
Last time, we mentioned that after Mongolia changed its organizational structure to the Yuan Dynasty, it was preparing to send its troops south. This time, it learned the lessons of the previous failures and no longer attacked fiercely. Instead, it changed its strategy and sent people to bribe Lu Wenhuan, the governor of Xiangyang City, to build a castle near Xiangfan. He turned his attack into a containment and was discovered by Huang Rong.
Besides, Guo Jing listened to Huang Rong's advice and was careful about his actions and did not dare to be careless. Early the next morning, he rushed to Xiangyang City Commander's Mansion to ask for an audience. Lu Wenhuan had just gotten up and was shocked when he saw Guo Jing arriving without warning and said:
"Master Guo, why is it so urgent that you come to the commander's house in person so early?"
Guo Jing briefly told what he knew about the situation. Since he was not good at words, he only restated what Huang Rong told him and gave a rough outline of what needed to be said.
When Lu Wenhuan heard this, he immediately felt relieved, cupped his fists and saluted towards the south, and said coldly:
"Jia Shixiang once sent people to teach you earnestly. The emperor's decree, the Han-Mongolian peace negotiation, the border peace, trade and mutual trade, it is natural. The Mongols built castles just to prevent thieves and protect goods. I don't think Guo Daxia will interfere with the imperial court's decree. Bar?"
When Guo Jing heard this, he felt that it was exactly what he wanted, so he went to disturb Lu Zhizhi's dream early in the morning, feeling uneasy. Seeing that Lu Wenhuan was not much different from what he thought, he felt relieved, clasped his fists in salute, and said uneasily:
"It was Guo who was worried and disturbed your lord's dream. Since Lu Zhizhi believed that the Mongols' move was appropriate, Guo was relieved."
Lu Wenhuan waved his hand and said:
"Guo Daxia has done his best for Xiangyang City, and I am very grateful to him. But such an action, which is caused by the turbulence of the wind and the roar of the sky, and where everyone is surrounded by soldiers, is not necessarily possible."
Lu Wenhuan's words were not very polite, he just dared to say them to Guo Jing. Guo Jing didn't understand what he heard. If Huang Rong was here to hear this, she would have walked away long ago. Guo Jing and Lu Wenhuan chatted for a while and hurried back to the mansion. I saw Huang Rong visiting her grandson, and Wu Santong going to teach Xiaowu martial arts. Zhu Ziliu was not in the hall, thinking he was going to teach Guo Xiang calligraphy. After sitting in silence for a while, he got up and went out to inspect the tower alone.
Guo Jing guessed right. Zhu Ziliu got up early in the morning, washed up and had breakfast. Guo Xiang was already waiting outside the door. Last night, she heard from the maid that her mother asked her to learn calligraphy from Zhu Ziliu. She felt that it was just what she wanted, and she didn't wait for her mother to summon her. , waiting outside Zhu Ziliu's door early in the morning.
When Zhu Ziliu opened the door and came out, he saw Guo Xiang waiting under the eaves of the corridor. He seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He couldn't help being surprised and thought to himself:
"This Huang Rong really means what she says. She called Guo Xiang for advice so early."
When Guo Xiang saw Zhu Ziliu coming out, he hurriedly saluted and said:
"Xian'er pays homage to Uncle Zhu."
Zhu Ziliu waved his hand and said:
"Miss Guo is exempt from the courtesy, what do you want Miss Guo to do?"
Guo Xiang saluted again and said with a smile:
"Last night, I heard from my mother that Uncle Zhu intended to teach Xiang'er calligraphy. When Xiang'er heard this, she was so excited that she came early in the morning to be taught."
Zhu Ziliu smiled and said:
"How can a Zhu with a bald pen fall under the eyes of Miss Guo Er, who is famous all over the world?"
Guo Xiang smiled brightly and said:
"Uncle Zhu is a famous person in the world. As long as he gives Xiang'er a little nudge, Xiang'er will benefit from it all his life."
This high hat made Zhu Ziliu feel comfortable all over and said:
"Miss Guo, please come in!"
Guo Xiang ordered his maid to walk into the study with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Zhu Ziliu smiled and said:
"What famous techniques has Miss Guo Er practiced?"
Guo Xiang replied:
"I'm just practicing randomly with my mother, so I can write without missing a beat."
Zhu Ziliu didn't believe it and said seriously:
"Miss Guo Er's family background, how can she practice randomly? It's better to ask Miss Guo Er to write a word with a big pen for Zhu to appreciate..."
After hearing this, Guo Xiang did not refuse, and asked the maid to sharpen the ink, unfold the rice paper, and neatly wrote a poem of Yue Fei's "All the Rivers Are Red" in Yan style.
Zhu Ziliu watched her writing and was secretly shocked, thinking that this little girl, so elegant and elegant, could actually write the facial expressions and calligraphy so perfectly. The tall, majestic, straight and elegant handwriting really put men to shame.
Zhu Ziliu praised:
"Miss Guo Er's handwriting has put many men to shame. Liu Gongquan once said: 'A straight heart means a straight pen'. A tall and majestic calligraphy like this girl cannot write with such verve unless she has a broad mind."
Guo Xiangxun thanked him, and Zhu Ziliu said with a smile:
"Writing requires careful movement of the pen. It should be fast when writing in regular script, and it should be slow when writing in running script."
After saying that, he took out a piece of rice paper, shook it, spread it on the desk, took out a bald pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote down a sentence from Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong": "Don't wait for a while, the young man's head will turn gray, and there will be no sorrow!"
Guo Xiang saw that Zhu Ziliu was standing firm on his horse, and his whole body was full of energy, ready to go. When writing, it is like an old ox pulling a plow, and a carver carving words with extremely slow movements, as if he is competing with a master for his internal strength. Only eleven words took a cup of tea. Look carefully at the eleven characters he wrote, you can see that they are written with iron-painted silver hooks, elegant and unrestrained, and the pen is so powerful that it penetrates the back of the paper.
After Zhu Ziliu finished writing, he took out the rice paper and blew, saw sawdust flying, and on the nanmu desk, a verse that penetrated into the wood was engraved. Guo Xiang couldn't help but applaud and said:
"Uncle Zhu's calligraphy and Uncle Zhu's internal strength are so amazing that Xiang'er has never believed that there is such extraordinary skill in the world!"
When Zhu Ziliu saw Guo Xiang's smile like a flower and his voice like a baby swallow's murmuring, he immediately became inspired by poetry. He dipped his pen and ink and wrote an ancient seven-character poem on a mud wall in the middle of the study:
Calligraphy requires hard work and perseverance.
The pen moves like a dragon and a snake dances in the east wind.
But you have to understand the famous methods,
The word "Shushan" means "the sea is full of joy".
After writing, he threw away his pen and shouted happily.
Guo Xiang smiled and said:
"Uncle Zhu's calligraphy is truly the best in the world. Xiang'er really wants to move this wall into the study."
After finishing speaking, he shouted to the maid beside him:
"Little Bangtou, bring the wine."
The maid brought a plate with wine pots and wine bottles on it. Guo Xiang filled the wine bottles with his hands, held them in both hands, presented them to Zhu Ziliu, and said:
"It's rare that Uncle Zhu is so elegant. Please drink this bottle of wine to cheer up your mind."
Zhu Ziliu admired Guo Xiang's kindness and understanding. He took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. He was immediately filled with joy and pride. Said to Guo Xiang:
"I integrate calligraphy into martial arts. The two complement each other. It can not only improve martial arts, but also make calligraphy better than pen and reach another state."
After finishing speaking, he picked up the bald pen and danced while reading. After listening carefully, it turned out that he was writing "The Journey of the Veteran" by Wang Wei.
When the boy was fifteen or twenty, he captured Hu Maqi on foot.
If you shoot a white-fronted tiger in the mountains, you will be willing to count the yellow-bearded children in Ye.
He has fought for three thousand miles, and his sword has served as a division for millions.
The soldiers of the Han Dynasty were as fast as thunderbolts, and the captive cavalry galloped and feared the thorns.
Wei Qing's undefeated victory was due to God's luck, while Li Guang's lack of success was due to luck.
Since it was abandoned, it has decayed, and the world has been wasted and turned into a white head.
In the past, the flying arrows had no whole eyes, but today the hanging poplars grow on the left elbow.
I sell Guhou melons on the roadside, and I learn how to plant willows in front of my door.
The vast ancient trees connect to the poor alleys, and the few cold mountains face empty windows.
Swearing to make a flying spring come out of Shule is not like making wine in the air in Yingchuan.
Under the Helan Mountain, there are formations like clouds, and you can hear feathers flying across the sky day and night.
The envoy Sanhe recruited young people, and issued an edict to send generals out of Wudao.
Try to brush the iron clothes like snow, and hold the sword to move the stars.
I wish I could have the Yan bow to shoot at the generals in the sky, and I would be ashamed to have Yue Jia call my king.
Don't be afraid of the old days of guarding in the clouds, you can still win meritorious deeds in a single battle.
This poem by Wang Wei describes a veteran general who fought bravely at a young age and moved to the battlefield, but was later abandoned due to "failure". However, he refused to accept his old age. When the war broke out in the border areas, he regained his ambition and still wanted to make contributions to the country. The whole poem is divided into three parts. The first ten sentences describe the veteran's wisdom, courage, achievements and unfair experiences in his youth. The ten sentences in the middle describe the veteran's abandoned and poor life. The last ten sentences are written as the war continues, and the veteran always has the heart to ask for a tassel to defend the country and kill the enemy.
Guo Xiang was dazzled when he saw Zhu Ziliu rushing left and right, moving and dodging with a cool expression, just like a brave general charging into battle among thousands of troops. Guo Xiang had also read this poem. Because the poem used many allusions and was obscure and difficult to understand, he was very unhappy. He never expected that Zhu Ziliu wrote it with passion. It was so appropriate and vivid, as if he saw Zhu Ziliu writing it with passion. When he was young, he fought in Dali Kingdom and fought bloody battles to defend Xiangyang. When Zhu Ziliu finished writing "Don't dislike the old days of guarding in the clouds, you can still win meritorious service in a battle." When he finished writing, he stood attentively, as tall as Mount Tai, unmoving. Guo Xiang couldn't help but applaud loudly.
Zhu Ziliu said:
"Miss Guo Er, did you realize calligraphy or martial arts just now?"
Guo Xiang smiled and said:
"Xian'er is stupid, he just saw Uncle Zhu's flowing steps and hearty writing."
Zhu Ziliu Daqi said:
"Then write a song for Uncle Zhu to read."
After saying that, he handed over the bald pen. Guo Xiang took it respectfully and said
"Xian'er is showing off."
After saying that, he also imitated Zhu Ziliu and read aloud while dancing. Guo Xiang read another five-character ancient poem by Wang Wei, "Ode to Xi Shi"
The beauty of the world is heavy, but Xishi is peaceful for a long time.
In the morning she was the daughter of Yuexi, and in the evening she was the concubine of Wu Palace.
How can a cheap day be different from others? Only when you come to a noble place can you realize how rare it is.
When someone is invited to be a fan, he doesn't wear a robe.
Your pampering improves your coquettishness, and your pity has no right or wrong.
At that time, Huansha was with me, so I had no choice but to return in the same car.
Thank you to the neighbor next door, and imitate Ankexi.
This poem is a metaphor for human beings by praising Xi Shi. "Being a girl from Yue River in the morning, and being a concubine in Wu Palace in the evening" describes the ups and downs of life, all depending on the fate of the world. The first four lines of the poem describe Xi Shi's gorgeous beauty, which will never fade away. The second six sentences write that once Xi Shi is favored by the king, her worth will be a hundred times greater. The last four sentences describe those who are too poor in appearance. If they want to imitate Xi Shi, they are overestimating their abilities.
When Guo Xiang wrote this poem, he combined the dog-beating stick method of the Beggar Gang and the fallen sword palm of Peach Blossom Island. It's like Zhao Feiyan dancing, like Mrs. Wei writing, more like Gongsun Auntie dancing with a sword, carrying a light dance of colorful clothes, smoke coming from the soles of her feet, graceful and graceful. Seeing this, Zhu Ziliu was secretly frightened and ashamed. I thought that at Guo Xiang's age, I might not be able to reach this level. After Guo Xiang finished dancing, she stood tall and handsome, and her skirt was fluttering. smiled and said:
"Uncle Zhu, Xiang'er Dongshi is imitating his skills, and he is a master of the axe. Please give me your advice."
Zhu Ziliu cupped his hands and said:
"Your grandpa taught you how to integrate calligraphy into martial arts. It was me, Lan Ting, who taught you how to do it."
Guo Xiang shook his head and said:
"My grandpa never taught me. I just saw Uncle Zhu integrating calligraphy into martial arts. I was so excited that I copied a cat and painted a tiger and wrote this poem. I don't know if it's right or not."
Zhu Ziliu sighed:
"With your level of understanding, I'm afraid that only Yang Guo can compare with you in this world."
When Guo Xiang heard the mention of Brother Yang, she couldn't help but blush. Zhu Ziliu couldn't help but feel uninterested. It turned out that he was proud of his calligraphy, poetry, and martial arts. He thought that there were only a handful of people in the world who could compare with him. He didn't expect that Huang Rong was ten times better than him. When he saw Yang Guo, he felt that he was even more powerful than Huang Rong. Smart; now he meets Guo Xiang, another person who is ten times smarter than Yang Guo. I thought to myself: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the new generation surpasses the old ones." The talents of the younger generations are getting better and better with each generation. It seems that it is time for me to close my book. Seeing that Guo Xiang was still waiting for his instructions, he said:
"Miss Guo Er, just use the method just now, choose the font according to the poetic meaning, and slowly understand it. You know, the highest level is what you understand by yourself."
Guo Xiang bowed and accepted the order. Zhu Ziliu laughed three times and walked out.
When Guo Jing returned home, he saw that everyone had their own things to do, so he ran to the tower alone to inspect. As expected, there were many earthen cities standing in the distance of Xiangyang City, like tigers squatting outside Xiangyang City, glaring at Xiangyang City. They looked like the peach trees carefully arranged by Huang Yaoshi on Peach Blossom Island, hiding mysteries.
Guo Jing sighed and thought to himself, Rong'er was still smart, and her guess was indeed good, and she hit the nail on the head. Once the Han and Mongolian sides go to war, the Mongols will form a siege on Xiangyang City, and Xiangyang City will become a dangerous city.
Guo Jing couldn't help feeling a little frustrated when he thought about the attitude of Lu Wenhuan, the governor of Xiangyang. If I were to report it myself, I would really be out of touch with current affairs. Now it seems that we can only take one step, one step at a time.
Guo Jing turned around and returned to the house, sitting in the hall, silent. Huang Rong walked in, saw this, and said with a smile:
"Lu Wenhuan didn't listen to your suggestion, did he?"
Guo Jing nodded and sighed again. He knew that Huang Rong had already expected it, but he didn't understand what he said. Huang Rong also sighed and said:
"The war is about to begin, and the city of Xiangyang is in a dangerous state. Even if the five great masters in the world, Dongxie, Xikuang, Nandi, Beixia, and Zhongnuantong, gather in Xiangyang, there is nothing they can do."
When Guo Jing heard this, he was shocked and said:
"Rong'er, where did you get this news?"
Huang Rong smiled bitterly and said:
"News came from the disciples of the Beggar Clan that Mongolia sent Hao Jing as Guoxin Ambassador to Lin'an for peace talks. It is said that Hao Jing arrived in Zhenzhou and first sent a deputy envoy to bring a message to Jia Sidao. When Jia Sidao heard that Hao Jing was coming to Lin'an Come, fearing that Hao Jing would reveal his bad record of secretly making peace with Mongolia, he would break his promise and quickly send people to Zhenzhou to detain Hao Jing. When Kublai Khan heard the news, he was furious."
Guo Jingqi said:
"Is such a thing possible?"
Huang Rong smiled and said:
"Brother Jing, you don't know this Hao Jing, do you?"
Guo Jing admitted honestly:
"This is the first time I have heard of good and bad menstruation."
Huang Rong said:
"Speaking of this Hao Jing, he is actually a very famous figure. Among the people in the world who are known as great Confucians, there is Wei Liaoweng in the south and Hao Jing in the north."
Huang Rong suddenly heard footsteps coming from the back room and knew that Zhu Ziliu was nearby, so she raised her voice and said:
"Actually, when it comes to Hao Jing, perhaps only Senior Brother Zhu can compare with him."
Guo Jing was puzzled by what he heard and couldn't think straight. We were talking about Wei Liaowen just now, and now we are talking about Zhu Ziliu. In the midst of surprise and doubt, he saw Zhu Ziliu walking into the hall, waving his folding fan and saying with a smile:
"Junior Sister Huang received the award. Compared with this, Zhu is not worthy of it."
Guo Jing hurriedly stood up, clasped his fists in salute, and said:
"Hello, Senior Brother Zhu!"
Zhu Ziliu also clasped his fists and responded:
"Hello to the virtuous couple."
Huang Rong sat still on the chair and said:
"Senior Brother Zhu, Xiang'er didn't cause you any trouble, right?"
Zhu Ziliu said enviously:
"I don't know how my junior sister trained such a smart girl. She is as smart as her mother, as big-hearted as her father, her evil spirit is better than Island Master Huang, and her understanding is better than Yang Guo... Alas, I don't know which husband's family will be better in the future."
Originally, Zhu Ziliu had a son named Zhu Shanmin, who was not yet married, and planned to propose marriage to Guo Jing and his wife. However, seeing how smart Guo Xiang was, he no longer dared to mention it.
Huang Rong smiled and said:
"This time my calligraphy looks like yours."
Zhu Ziliu shook his head and said:
"Don't say that. Watching Miss Guo Er write, I'm ready to close the pen."
Huang Rong couldn't help but secretly laugh, and thought to herself, the proud and arrogant Senior Brother Zhu had nothing to say this time.
Guo Jing ignored it and said:
"Xian'er is naughty. Senior Brother Zhu will give you some pointers when he has time. Now I just want to know who is this Hao Jing?"
Zhu Ziliu said:
"This Hao Jing, courtesy name Bochang, was born in Lingchuan, Zezhou. His family was a Confucian. His grandfather, Hao Tianting, was a disciple of Yuan Haowen, a great Confucian in the late Jin Dynasty. Hao Jing himself was deeply influenced by Yuan Haowen. He wrote many works and was an official He studied as a bachelor in the Hanlin Academy and as an ambassador of Guoxin. He was granted the title of bachelor of Zhaowen Museum by the emperor. He has profound attainments in neo-Confucianism, history, literature, poetry, politics, military and even astronomy. His calligraphy and painting are ancient, and he takes advantage of everyone's strengths. Yes, so his strokes are handsome and vigorous, just like a human being. There is no inclination but a charming attitude, which makes him a famous contemporary pen."
Guo Jing sighed:
"You are so knowledgeable, unless you started learning in your mother's womb."
Huang Rong said: "I have heard that Hao Jing opposed the distinction between Hua and Yi, advocated the universal family, advocated the unification of the world, ended the divisions since the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and opposed the hierarchical views between different ethnic groups. He once described his ambition and said, 'No There is no use in learning. It does not read non-sacred books, it does not worry about filth, it does not concern itself with interests, it does not care about peripheral matters, and it does not practice Confucianism.'"
Guo Jing nodded and praised:
"Such a great scholar is truly rare in the world!"
The three of them all sighed for a long time.
It turned out that Kublai Khan hesitated for a long time about who to send to the south for peace talks. He didn't know who to send. At that time, Hao Jing saw that Kublai Khan was in trouble, so he took the initiative to ask for help.
Kublai Khan said:
"My beloved is an important minister of our court, how can you be easily involved in danger?"
Hao Jing replied:
"Trouble has been created from the north to the south, and the rivers and Huaihe rivers have been abandoned. The weak have been captured, the strong have died in the wilderness, and armies have been in trouble for a long time. The Holy One treats everyone equally and serves the interests of both countries. Although the humble ministers have to brave the unforeseen abyss with their small bodies, If you can suppress the army and suppress the chaos, and save millions of living beings under the attack of the enemy, then my study will be of use."
After Kublai Khan came into contact with Han culture, he gradually accepted and promoted Confucianism, hoping to win the Jiangnan region without a fight. When he retreated to Mobei, he made an agreement with Jia Sidao, so he thought that the peace negotiation would be successful. . The people of the Song Dynasty also admired Hao Jing's prestige and the idea of one family in the world. He also had sufficient influence in Mongolia, so they also believed that Hao Jing was the most suitable candidate.
When Hao Jing arrived in Zhenzhou, he first sent a deputy envoy to bring a message to Jia Sidao. But what Hao Jing never expected was that the agreement Jia Sidao signed with Kublai Khan was agreed to behind the back of the Zhao and Song court. After Jia Sidao returned to the court, he not only did not mention the peace talks with Kublai Khan, but instead boasted that he led the Song army to a great victory and drove all the Mongolian troops along the Yangtze River back to Mobei. As a result, he was promoted to a higher rank. At this time, he heard that Hao Jing was coming to Lin'an. Jia Sidao was afraid that his scam would be exposed, so he quickly sent people to Zhenzhou to detain Hao Jing.
It's a pity that a generation of great scholars ended up in prison for no apparent reason and suffered all kinds of humiliation. Hao Jing's deputy was beaten to death because he was unwilling to be humiliated by the guards and resisted.
Seeing that resistance was useless, Hao Jing said to the few remaining followers:
"At this point in my life, I will advance and retreat with the dead, and let them take their turn; I will keep my integrity and unyielding, and do my best. How can I be unfaithful and unjust and insult the scholar-bureaucrats of Zhongzhou?"
Later generations wrote a poem praising:
There are scholars in the north, but Hao Jing is the only one who is loyal.
Poems and books study heaven and earth, and knowledge spans ancient and modern times.
Snow frost Su Wu Festival, rivers and seas Wei Mouxin.
Determined to make peace with Lu Zhonglian and benefit all people.
After Hao Jing was imprisoned, Mongolia sent five groups of envoys to the Zhao and Song Dynasties to negotiate peace, but they were all killed by the local guards or some mobs secretly ordered by Jia Sidao.
It's exactly this: Ten thousand words of repair will lead to the north and the south, and all sincerity will flow in vain. The two countries competed to kill the envoys, and the sycophants manipulated power and caused disasters. To know the results, please see the breakdown next time.
