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Noon.
Kyoto, Qinzheng Building.
The emperor entertained hundreds of officials at a banquet.
At the banquet, everyone was changing glasses amidst the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra, and courtiers kept saluting Zhao Wujiang with glasses of wine.
Zhao Wujiang responded one by one.
The empress didn't say much. She felt a little emotional when she saw the rare harmony among the ministers.
After three rounds of drinking, many ministers, intoxicated with wine, came to Zhao Wujiang swaying with glasses of wine. They called him brother and brother, praised him for his talents, and asked him to write a poem.
Hearing that Zhao Wujiang was going to compose a poem, many of the courtiers put down their wine glasses and food.
No matter what their impression of Zhao Wujiang is, whether they think Zhao Wujiang is good or evil, one thing they recognize is Zhao Wujiang's undeniable talent.
Zhao Wujiang's jade crown shook slightly. He stood up and felt a little uncomfortable, so he simply pulled off the jade crown and placed it on the table with a clang.
He held up the wine glass and looked around at everyone, thought for a moment, and then chanted:
"It is easy for the people to be abused, but it is difficult for the heaven to deceive them. Providing public support is a merit, the military and the state are endowments, and the rewards from the saints will not be overdue. You will receive salary and salary, and the people will care for you."
The ministers were silent, and many of them were so drunk that they were immediately awakened by the poems.
This poem by Zhao Wujiang is unknown in what meter it comes from, but it not only praises the emperor, but also warns all officials to be diligent in government and love the people.
It's just that this poem made many courtiers feel a little embarrassed. The common people are easy to be abused, but God cannot be deceived. However, their actions over the years have somewhat violated their original intention of becoming officials.
Inadvertently, sighs began to rise, and many people took a drink.
Zhao Wujiang sat down directly on the table, his hair disheveled, smelling of alcohol, and he seemed both depressed and heroic.
"Master Zhao, let's play one more song!" Liu Zhe said with a smile.
He likes Zhao Wujiang's poems very much, and he also likes Zhao Wujiang's personality when he writes poems. He does not deliberately cater to the atmosphere, such as the poem just now, which exhorts people to care about the country and love the people.
Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows and raised his glass:
"I wonder what Master Liu wants to hear?"
"I wonder what Mr. Zhao will do?" Liu Zhe responded with a drink.
Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled, bold and domineering:
"I will do whatever you want to hear."
The ministers were noisy, but no one thought Zhao Wujiang was arrogant, because Zhao Wujiang had used his strength more than once to tell everyone what talent was and what verticality was.
Liu Zhe smiled slightly, shook his head, and sighed:
"In recent years, I have often lamented the scenes of following the late emperor's imperial conquests and fighting for the Great Xia. Those years of experience are not something you can achieve when you are young and talented."
"Young people only have heroic spirit, but it is really difficult to understand the meaning of fighting and iron horses on the battlefield. People who have not been on the battlefield can only chant superficially..."
Dugu Yihe smiled and toasted with Liu Zhe. He was not attacking Zhao Wujiang, but stating a fact, and he knew that Zhao Wujiang would not mind either.
The ministers were stunned and couldn't help laughing, Zhao Wujiang had suffered the consequences of his youth after all.
Zhao Wujiang's shoulders were hunched, and he smelled of alcohol. He wandered into the middle of the hall, raised his head and drank from the pot. The wine fell into his mouth, filling his chest with energy.
"Bang!" After finishing the wine, he threw down the wine bottle, his hair disheveled, and he exhaled:
"I read the sword while I was drunk, I dreamed of blowing the trumpet in the company camp, my subordinates were burned eight hundred miles away, the sound of fifty strings tumbling outside the Great Wall, and the autumn order of troops on the battlefield!"
As soon as he uttered the poem, Liu Zhe looked at Zhao Wujiang in disbelief, his old eyes finally trembling with horror.
Dugu Yihe also looked at Zhao Wujiang in disbelief. Although this sentence was written in a dream, it vividly expressed his desire to serve the country on the battlefield again.
The ministers were even more silent, staring blankly at this heroic young man.
"The horse is so fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. It has settled the affairs of the king and won the reputation before and after death..." Zhao Wujiang raised his hand and pointed at Liu Zhe and Dugu Yihe, but no one felt that this was disrespectful, but his heart was filled with excitement. .
He sighed, as if feeling regret, and his voice was hoarse and low:
"Pity it happened in vain..."
Liu Zhe couldn't help but chuckle, a bitter smile.
His old eyes were instantly stained with moisture, and all his pity words were in vain.
