It's New Year's Eve in the 16th year of Jiading, Lin'an City, inside the palace.
The night is sultry, with the constant sound of fireworks and firecrackers shining in the night sky of Lin'an City, dazzling and dazzling.
In the Kunning Hall, deep in the palace, Queen Yang Guizhi of the Song Dynasty, who has passed her sixtieth year, is looking out of the window, feeling uneasy.
The Tatars in the north were so powerful that they destroyed cities and destroyed countless countries. To avoid their influence, the Jin people moved their capital to Bianliang. It seems to be the wish of most officials in the court to unite with Mongolia to destroy the Jin Dynasty and avenge a hundred years of shame.
However, the Song Dynasty settled in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River. After years of war, the people's livelihood inside the territory was in decline, the people lived in poverty, and the border warriors were domineering and difficult to control.
Affected by internal and external troubles, the official family of the Song Dynasty suffered from chronic illness, the monarch was weak and the other was strong, the government was in trouble, and the officials were disloyal...
Of course, for Yang Guizhi, the Lord of the Sixth Palace of the Song Dynasty, she did not care about the suffering of the people, whether it was peaceful or not. What she wants is to live in peace and prosperity in her old age.
After all, she is already over sixty years old.
"aunt!"
The voice suddenly sounded behind itself, startling Yang Guizhi.
"Yier, no matter how old you are, you are still so naughty, which scares my aunt."
Yang Guizhi turned around, glanced at her niece's handsome face, which was rosy and rosy, and felt a sense of emotion in her heart.
When I was in my twenties, I was also so beautiful, even more handsome than my niece, and attracted the love of King Zhao Kuo, who was six years younger than me. When she was in her thirties, she was promoted from wife to concubine in just a few years, and at the age of forty, she was named queen.
Time passes, and beauty wanes. Now, decades have passed, and she is already over sixty years old and wrinkled.
Not only are there wrinkles, but my mentality is also old.
"Aunt, you're talking about age again."
Yang Yi felt a little unhappy. She is already twenty-six years old and alone, so of course she is not young anymore.
If Zhao Hong were here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this Yang Yi is the noble lady Yang Yi who was gathering at Cuiyun Pavilion of Fengle Building that day. But he didn't know that this person was also the niece of Queen Yang Guizhi.
"You hang out every day and drink too much. I wish you had a child."
Yang Guizhi said with emotion.
She herself doesn't have children. It was not easy to raise a prince named Jingxian, but he died of illness a few years ago.
Should half of the Song Dynasty be handed over to that libertine with a worrying IQ?
Yang Guizhi's face couldn't help but darken.
"Auntie, life is short. It's better to enjoy your time with poetry and wine. It's a good thing that I don't have children, otherwise I would be bored to death!"
Yang Yi said casually, seeing Yang Guizhi's frown, he smiled apologetically.
"Aunt, I'm not talking about you, don't take it to heart."
Yang Yi sat down on the chair next to Yang Guizhi, picked up the white tea on the table and drank it, nodding appreciatively.
"Aunt, this tea is good, better than the one from Fengle Tower."
"Yi'er, you've been wandering around all day long. I'm afraid your family fortune has been pretty much ruined by you."
Yang Guizhi looked her niece up and down and smiled coldly.
"Could it be that you came to me because you have no money to spend?"
"Aunt, don't say those spoiling things for now. Is the official family resting?"
Yang Yi looked unhappy and changed the topic.
"If you don't mention it, I won't mention it. Anyway, I won't give it to you again. If I gave it to you, you would ruin it."
Yang Guizhi couldn't stand her niece's unrepentant attitude, so she didn't get angry after all.
"The officials should have taken a break long ago to cultivate themselves."
How could she take care of the officials who were meditating and cultivating, refining elixirs to become immortals, and living alone?
There was a faint smell of alcohol coming from around him. Yang Guizhi's eyes stayed on his niece, and then he noticed that his niece was dressed as a man. Yang Guizhi couldn't help but frown again.
"You left the palace again? How much wine did you drink?"
The official of the Great Song Dynasty meditated all day long to nourish his energy. Apart from cultivating Taoism and becoming an immortal, there was probably nothing in the world that could arouse his interest.
"We made an appointment, but several people didn't show up and we ended up unhappy."
Yang Yi put down the cup and said listlessly.
Neither Wu Wenying nor Zhao Hong went, and she was in disinterest, so the party ended hastily.
"The appointment is not for those dandy boys and literati. They are useless. Si Xian dreamed of sleeping with Shang Zong, and You Wu worshiped Confucianism and Han Daolong. Overview of the power and principles of governance, the ministers are not sparse. When employing people in the imperial court, they are all The waste of eating, drinking and having fun is really useless."
The corners of Yang Guizhi's mouth raised slightly, showing some disdain.
"Aunt, you are thirsty for talents, but even if there are many talents, will the court use them?"
Yang Yi smiled slightly, with a graceful waist.
Easier said than done. Isn’t it true that Wu Wenying is extremely talented, but doesn’t he have no qualifications for advancement?
"What are you mumbling about?"
The niece's retort made Yang Guizhi feel angry.
"You are a daughter and a widow. Don't show off all day long and live in debauchery. Those cousins of yours sleep in flowers and willows, and are sensual and sensual. It's really outrageous!"
Yang Guizhi has four brothers and one sister. Yang Yi is the daughter of her fourth brother Yang Fengshan. She is extremely pampered. Although she is a widow, she has no children and is very happy.
As for the children of the Yang family, as relatives, of course they are rich and prosperous.
"I heard you lose your temper as soon as I came here, and why don't you let me stay? You know how unbearable it is for me to be alone in an empty room..."
Maybe because he drank too much wine, Yang Yi got sentimental and choked up.
"Okay, okay, I won't talk about you anymore. I know it's not easy for you. Auntie said these things for your own good!"
Yang Guizhi resisted the preaching. On New Year's Eve, she didn't want to quarrel with her niece, which would put her in a bad mood.
"Okay, okay, listen to you, Queen!"
Yang Yi took something out of his sleeve and put it on the table with a smile.
"Aunt, take a look at these first."
The expression on her face changed so quickly that she didn't know whether the sadness just now was true or false.
"What is it? It's mysterious? It's not your credit account outside, is it?"
Yang Guizhi glanced at his niece suspiciously, picked up the paper and looked at it, his face gradually became serious.
"... Genghis Khan, a genius of a generation, only knows how to bend a bow and shoot at giant eagles. Is this Genghis Khan the Temujin of the Mobei grasslands?"
Yang Guizhi suppressed the surprise in her heart and asked doubtfully.
"It seems to be some heroic figure on the grassland. How about it, aunt, you must be shocked!"
Yang Yi replied with a smile, his eyebrows dancing.
"To count the most famous people, it depends on the current situation. What a crazy talent! Who does he think he is? Who did this? Is it Liu Kezhuang?"
Yang Guizhi snorted coldly and couldn't help but ask.
Liu Kezhuang was a master of poetry in this dynasty, and his lyrics were bold and generous, which is exactly the same as this song "Qin Yuan Chun".
Yang Guizhi knew poetry well. She asked this question because the artistic conception of this poem was much higher and more domineering.
"Aunt, it's not Liu Kezhuang. Liu Kezhuang is still working as his staff in Jiangxi and has not come to Ancheng."
Yang Yi smiled brightly, and like a magic trick, he took out another piece of paper from his sleeve and placed it in front of Yang Guizhi.
"Aunt, please watch this one again."
Yang Guizhi picked up the paper and read it again.
"...
The soul of the soldiers is gone and the soul of the country is empty,
A man from ancient times will let himself go..."
After Yang Guizhi read it, he nodded appreciatively.
"Tell me, who is this person? What a talent!"
Two poems in a row, impassioned and soul-stirring to read, must be someone from Lin'an City.
"Aunt, guess what!"
"You're so long-winded, hurry up and say it!"
Yang Guizhi pretended to have a straight face, picked up two more masterpieces and continued to enjoy them.
Compared with Emperor Qin, Han Wu, Tang Zong and Song Zu, this man's ambitions are incredible!
Are there still such talents in Lin'an City?
"Okay, okay, it's that dandy, loser, and loser, the Duke of Ji, Zhao Hong. How about it, aunt, can't you think of it?"
Yang Yi had no choice but to show his trump card lazily.
In fact, for her, she prefers Zhao Hong's heroic and unrestrained song "Swordsman".
"Ji Guo Gong Zhao Hong? That self-righteous fool!"
Yang Guizhi was startled, and unconsciously turned his eyes to the two poems, speechless for a moment.
A lonely man who only knows how to be lustful and happy, does he also have such a talent?
"Yi'er, are you sure this was done by Zhao Hong?"
Yang Guizhi looked at Yang Yi with doubt in his eyes.
Zhao Hong had these two incidents. Why hadn't she noticed it before?
"That's still wrong! The day before yesterday at Fengle Tower, I witnessed with my own eyes, Zhao Hong played the piano and composed lyrics with just one stroke. Everyone upstairs saw it!"
Thinking of the scene that day, Yang Yi was a little excited and even a little angry.
I originally wanted to test Zhao Hong's true talent and knowledge tonight, but unexpectedly, this guy didn't come and didn't give her any face.
I had already humbled myself and asked him to come over, but he still refused me.
Who does this perverted loser think he is?
"This waste!"
Thinking of this guy's disrespect for her and the disgusting things he had done, Yang Guizhi's eyes immediately became cold and stern.
In front of his niece, Yang Guizhi made no secret of his disgust for Zhao Hong.
"Aunt, compared to these two lyrics, this song he sang is more powerful. I'm afraid it's gone crazy in Lin'an City now!"
Like a treasure chest, Yang Yi took out another page of paper from his arms and placed it on the table.
"Swordsman?"
Yang Guizhi is a pipa master and is very good at the instrument. When he saw the lyrics on the paper, he couldn't help but trembled again.
"...The breeze smiles, causing loneliness, and all the pride is left is an evening glow..."
Looking at it, Yang Guizhi couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
This Zhao Hong is so open-minded?
How can I write such unrestrained music and lyrics if I am not broad-minded?
Is this still the donkey-tempered, cynical, morally despicable piece of trash she knew?
By pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, could it be that you underestimated him?
As the only prince adopted by the official family of the Song Dynasty, Yang Guizhi was not very satisfied with Zhao Hong, Duke of Ji.
Emperor Zhao Kuo originally had nine sons, but unfortunately they all died in infancy. Another adopted son, Zhao Xun, was found from the clan as the prince. He raised him for more than 20 years and got along well with Yang Guizhi and Shi Miyuan. Unfortunately, he died of illness a few years ago.
As a last resort, Zhao Kuo made Zhao Guihe, an adult member of the clan and the heir of King Yi, the prince, and named him Zhao Hong, appointed the military governor of Ningwu Army, and was granted the title of Duke of Qi. In May of the 15th year of Jiading, Zhao Hong was appointed as the Shaobao of the official inspection school and was granted the title of Duke of Jiguo.
Although Zhao Hong was not established as the prince, as the emperor's only prince, he was no different from the prince. However, Zhao Hong had a very upright temper and had many dirty ties with Shi Miyuan, the prime minister and assistant minister of the dynasty. In addition, he was lustful and fond of silk and bamboo, which really made her look down on him.
A dignified prince of a country has an eccentric temper, is at odds with his prime ministers, and is very arrogant. Is this what a dignified prince of a country does? If you become the emperor, the court will not be able to cause chaos?
She was grateful for the grace of Queen Mother Wu and married Wu Yingying, the daughter of the Wu family, to Zhao Hong, thinking that she could be more intimate and more expensive. Who knew that Zhao Hong didn't know what to say and even gave her daughter-in-law to Zhao Hong? Anger ran away.
After reading these lyrics and music by Zhao Hong today, she couldn't help but feel doubtful.
The lyrics and music reflect the person's nature. Zhao Hong has such ambitions and is so open-minded, which seems to be very different from the troublemaker she knew.
If this is the case, the official family of the Song Dynasty seems to have a successor.
It would be difficult to control such a person with such ambitions and high standards.
"Auntie, you seem to have some feelings towards this lecherous Duke Ji Guo..."
There was a hint of cunning in Yang Yi's eyes.
"How old a man is, and yet he's so sneaky!"
Yang Guizhi smiled slightly, then frowned.
"I'm just disappointed with him. He was disrespectful to Shi Miyuan and made arrogant remarks many times. This matter was known to everyone in the court. He was the only one with a muddled head who was still ignorant. Everyone in the court was Shi Miyuan's person, and he took advantage of it. What fight? A fool who overestimates his own abilities!"
Zhao Hong and Shi Miyuan were at odds, and she was secretly worried about the Song Dynasty. Shi Miyuan is cruel and ruthless, and the city is extremely deep. Zhao Hong is definitely no match for Shi Miyuan.
In the past, she didn't think Zhao Hong had any potential, but after seeing these lyrics and music today, she unconsciously felt a sense of appreciation for his talent.
As a queen, she was worried about the current situation of the Song Dynasty.
Of course, she thinks more about herself and the Yang family's prosperity and bright future.
Talent, there are many talented people in this world.
That Xin Qiji, who was taller than the sky, was drunk every day, lit up the lamp and read swords, founded the "Flying Tiger Army", cultivated literary and military strategies, but he just shouted "cross the river" and died unwillingly.
Moving forward, Yue Fei and Yue Pengju, the one with big and small eyes, whose martial arts were so great that the Jurchens were frightened, but unfortunately he didn't know how to adapt and behave, and he was stubborn. In the end, he was eliminated by Emperor Gaozong, and he didn't even save his eldest son. .
On the other hand, Qin Hui, who was hated by the people to the bone, was flattering and flattering. Even if he offended those important and loyal ministers, he was still a high-ranking official and was well-paid and lived a long life.
There is also Shi Miyuan. People and gods are angry, but he still holds the power and is like a fish in water.
"Aunt, Shi Miyuan rejected dissidents, enriched himself with corruption, and increased taxes, which caused the decline of the Song Dynasty, which is known to both the government and the public. Why didn't the court abolish him? Zhao Hong didn't treat him..."
Yang Yi spoke quickly and blurted out his dissatisfaction with Shi Miyuan.
"Shut up!"
Yang Guizhi looked around and snapped, interrupting her niece's words.
Shi Miyuan was able to take the position, and he was indispensable. When my niece said this, wasn't she slapping herself in the face?
Who dares to depose Shi Miyuan? Who has such ability?
"Remember! Be careful that trouble comes from your mouth!"
Seeing that Yang Yi was still unwilling to give up and wanted to continue, Yang Guizhi interrupted sharply.
At that time, she conspired with Shi Miyuan, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, and Xia Zhen, the official of the palace, to kill the prime minister Han Yuzhou under false orders. In return, she spared no effort to help Shi Miyuan ascend to power, and the two supported each other and controlled the government.
Shi Miyuan was good at using power and was dedicated to Jian Ren, which caused the government to be in chaos. She was helpless and did not want to take care of this mess.
There were constant party disputes in the Great Song Dynasty, which were complicated and complicated. Although Shi Miyuan was good at power, he could not dominate the world with one hand.
As for the corruption of officials and the decline of people's livelihood, these were the stubborn problems of the Song Dynasty. How had they ever been truly solved? Who has the ability to solve this problem?
The most important thing is to stay safe, stable and maintain the status quo.
"Yi'er, you are already twenty-six this year, so you can't delay any longer. It's better to find someone else to marry. How about that Wei Jinyu?"
Yang Guizhi changed the topic and returned to her niece's marriage.
Wei Jinyu, the son of Wei Liaoweng, Minister of War, is said to have not yet gotten married. Although she is six or seven years younger than her niece, there should be nothing wrong with her as long as she is nice to her.
Aren't you six years older than the emperor? It’s not like you have a smooth journey and you are a queen.
"That Wei Jinyu is so stupid. He only knows how to use his fighting spirit to do ruthless things, dance with guns and sticks, and has no brains at all! He's so childish!"
When Wei Jinyu was mentioned, Yang Yi smiled coldly and complained angrily.
"Then what kind of husband do you want? My aunt will choose one for you."
Yang Guizhi asked softly.
Without the topic of Zhao Hong, she became much calmer.
"Emperor Qin, Han Wu, Tang Zong and Song Zu are not such people, I don't take them seriously!"
Hearing Yang Yi's words, Yang Guizhi couldn't help but be stunned.
Are all the women in the Yang family so arrogant?
However, there seems to be no such person in the Song Dynasty's royal family who is so talented in literature and military skills.
As for Zhao Hong, he only wrote two poems, so obviously he is not that good.
"Then do you have anyone you like?"
The person that my niece likes couldn't be Zhao Hong, right?
"Aunt, let's not talk about this for now."
Yang Yi suddenly smiled and became very interested.
"Aunt, I want to play "Swordsman", otherwise I will forget it tomorrow morning! It's your birthday in a few days, and I want to play it for you. I wish you longevity and longevity!"
"Well, aunt, thank you very much in advance, but you have to take a break after playing a song. My aunt is already old and can't stand the trouble anymore!"
Yang Guizhi nodded, not rejecting his niece's enthusiasm and kindness.
She also wanted to hear, what kind of music could be called Swordsman?
After playing the song, Yang Guizhi felt much happier and felt melancholy for a long time.
It is indeed a masterpiece, bold and unrestrained, making people feel relaxed and happy.
"You memorized this song just once?"
"How can it be so fast? The singers from Fengle Tower pestered Zhao Hong for this song. I learned it from them, and it took me a whole day!"
There was some yearning in Yang Yi's eyes, as if she was a nymphomaniac.
"Yi'er, are you attracted to that Zhao Hong?"
Thinking of Yang Yi's desire to marry the king, and looking at her intoxicated expression, Yang Guizhi asked thoughtfully.
Yang Guizhi's words made the redness on Yang Yi's face that had just faded return immediately.
"Aunt, I just like this piece of music. Do you like him? I'm not that mean!"
Yang Yileng snorted and immediately denied it.
"That's good! Don't blame my aunt for not reminding you. You also know Zhao Hong's first wife, Mrs. Wu. I heard that she went to Jinling because she was forced by Zhao Hong."
Yang Guizhi warned her niece with a serious face.
"He also had a concubine who was driven back home by him and refused to be picked up. He also had a beautiful concubine beside him and two beautiful maids. You said you still want to have something to do with him? ?"
Yang Guizhi's words made Yang Yi stunned for a moment, and then he gently shook his head.
"Aunt, whoever I fall in love with will not be this superficial dandy. I am someone who has been through this, so just be at ease."
"It's not that I'm worried, but you have to know that Zhao Hong has made too many enemies in the court, and it's unclear whether he can keep his position as prince. If I were you, I would stay away from him to avoid getting into trouble. "
After Yang Guizhi solemnly warned her niece, she turned and left. Yang Yi looked at her back and smiled contemptuously.
"I can't even take a look at that wimp Zhao Hong. Unfortunately, I'm not as cold and snobbish as you!"
