Zhao Kuo on the throne did not speak, but nodded slightly, with soft eyes and no expression.
"Your Highness, I'm going to get it right now!"
Xia Zhen cursed in his heart and had no choice but to stand up, swing his fat body and walk towards the back of the palace.
Having said that, if he didn't go and get it, he would probably be looked down upon by the ministers and scolded by the officials.
"Your Highness, can you write a poem?"
The fat black man supervising the imperial censor Liang Chengda, Shi Miyuan's retainer, spoke out in a strange way.
"Your Highness, are you going to play your song "Swordsman" again? This is about composing poetry and lyrics, not playing music!"
When it came to the matter, Wang Kuan also said it in a neutral tone.
Sure enough, two "troublemakers" have already started to make trouble.
Zhao Hong glanced at Shi Miyuan. The old monk was still sitting there, pouring himself a glass of wine, with an unwavering expression on his face.
This gentleman can become the prime minister of the Song Dynasty. With this determination alone, he is beyond his reach.
"Your Majesty, just a song called "Qin Yuan Chun Snow" is enough to shock the world and become famous throughout the ages, so why can't it be turned into a poem? You two are extremely talented, so let's give it a try!"
The instigator was so virtuous and fiery that he immediately retorted.
At this time, he became alert and regretted forcibly pushing Zhao Hong out and embarrassing his disciple.
Perhaps "Qin Yuan Chun Snow" is just the product of Zhao Hong's whim. It may be really difficult for Zhao Hong to recite poems in the palace.
Now that it is difficult to get off the tiger, I can only hope that Zhao Hong will be inspired and get through.
"Your Highness, I would like to propose a toast to you, and wish you another great work."
Wei Liaoweng stood up, took out two glasses of wine, and gave one to Zhao Hong.
"Thank you Mr. Wei, there is no need to worry."
Zhao Hong drank the wine, and Wei Liaoweng took the wine glass and left.
It seemed that he also wanted to buy Zhao Hong some time so that he could explode emotionally and get over the difficulty.
Zhao Kuo, who was at the imperial court, looked at Zhao Hong with a smile on his face, but still said nothing.
Zhao Hong glanced at Zhao Kuo and suddenly felt that the Song Dynasty official family was a little pitiful.
He has no heirs, no brothers and sisters, he is nothing more than a puppet, and he has to act with all these people with ulterior motives. I really don’t know what he feels like in his heart?
Why can't Long Yan get angry and come out with a lot of heads to repress the imperial power if he refuses to live in society?
Where has the blood in your bones gone?
You old man is the majestic Emperor of the Song Dynasty, and the words of the Song Dynasty court are all matters!
"Please also ask Your Highness to leave a calligraphy treasure to comfort the expectations of envoys from various countries!"
The envoy of Dali did not know whether he was a fool or did it on purpose. He insisted on asking Zhao Hong to compose poems in the palace, and he was unyielding.
The eunuch presented him with pen and ink, and his legs ran very fast. Zhao Hong looked at the Dali envoy and saw his eyes glancing at the calm Shi Miyuan intentionally or unintentionally, and he immediately understood something in his heart.
Who doesn't know that Shi Miyuan has great power in the government and the public. These envoys from small countries only have Prime Minister Shi Miyuan in their eyes, not the Emperor of Song Dynasty, let alone him.
This guy seems to be here just to look good.
"Envoy of Dali, our country, the Song Dynasty, is currently lacking in power and is impoverished and weak. I will give you a seven-character poem first, so that you and I can encourage each other!"
Zhao Hong said warmly, no longer refusing.
Showing your skills in front of Zhao Kuo may bring you unexpected gains, and it will also suppress Shi Miyuan's arrogance.
"Your Highness, I will sharpen the ink for you!"
Zhen Dexiu volunteered and came over to sharpen Zhao Hong's ink.
"True sir, you've got a job!"
Zhao Hong spread out his paper and pen, and while everyone was looking at him in surprise, he pondered for a moment and then continued writing.
Zhao Hong stood up and gave the calligraphy treasure to the Dali envoy. The two unfolded the paper together, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites read it aloud.
"Jiuzhou is angry and relies on wind and thunder,
It's sad that all the horses are silent.
I urge God to cheer up again,
Recruit talents in an eclectic way. "
There was silence in the main hall, the ministers looked at each other in confusion, Shi Miyuan's face was ashen, and there was silence in the hall.
"good!"
Only a few people, including Zhen Dexiu and Wei Liaoweng, cheered together.
"It's so sad to see thousands of horses quivering together! We, the Song Dynasty, want the country to be peaceful and the people to live and work in peace and contentment, but what we lack is talents!"
Zhen Dexiu said loudly, secretly relieved.
Finally, his disciple did not disappoint him.
"Your Highness is concerned about the country and the people, and has good intentions. I admire you! I congratulate Your Majesty!"
Wei Liaoweng raised his glass to Zhao Kuo on the throne from a distance.
Wei Liaoweng and Zhen Dexiu praised him together, completely ignoring the embarrassment and shame of everyone in the palace. All the ministers had no choice but to raise their glasses together and speak in unison.
"Congratulations to Your Majesty!"
"Congratulations to the Song Dynasty! Please!"
Zhao Kuo raised his wine glass and smiled slightly.
The Dali envoy received the calligraphy treasure, thanked Zhao Hong, and then sat down to eat and drink without saying a word.
Shi Miyuan's face was livid and seemed to be oozing with water.
When Zhao Hong did this, didn't he mean that he controlled the government so that the court was filled with monsters and monsters?
Isn't this a slap in the face?
But he didn't dare to say anything, for fear that Zhao Hong, a weakling, would be like the last court meeting and accuse him of exercising power.
There's nothing this madman doesn't dare to do!
Looking at Zhao Kuo on the throne, he still looked calm and calm, without any emotion.
"Mr. Ji Guo, it is pitiful to see thousands of horses quivering. Are you mocking His Majesty? You are so bold and reckless, and your heart is worthy of death!"
Sure enough, the fat black man Liang Cheng salivated and started to get angry again.
"Mr. Ji Guo, the imperial court selects scholars through the imperial examination, and all the talents in the world are among them. By saying this, you are slandering an important official of the imperial court and slandering the emperor. You have ulterior motives. Please punish him and drive Duke Ji Guo out of the hall!"
Another supervisory censor, Skinny Monkey Li Zhixiao, was also impassioned and criticized Zhao Hong.
Zhao Hong smiled slightly and said nothing.
Foreign envoys are in the palace, and these two young men are roaring in the palace, which may offend the officials of the Song Dynasty.
"Your Majesty, the public of Jiguo is concerned about the country and the people with sincerity. Your Majesty's Holy Judgment!"
"Your Majesty, your loyal words are hard to hear. Duke Ji is admonishing the country. Your Majesty, think twice!"
Wu Jing, the Yin of Lin'an Prefecture, and Xu Xuan, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, came out one after another to perform the sermon.
"Mr. Ji Guo, be careful what you say."
Sure enough, Zhao Kuo on the throne looked peaceful and unmoved.
"Your Majesty, I am reckless, I am grateful!"
Zhao Hongsu bowed and returned to his original position.
"Censor Liang and Censor Li, please don't lose your composure. Today is the great dynasty, so don't speak again."
Zhao Kuo whispered, and Liang Chengda and Li Zhixiao had no choice but to retreat angrily.
Xia Zhen came in panting while holding Qin in his arms. Zhao Hong took the piano and bowed deeply.
"Xia Shuai, you have a high position and can send someone to get it. You don't need to do it yourself. Thank you very much!"
The controller of the Lin'an City Forbidden Army is over fifty years old and has a sinister face. It seems that this kind of pampering can indeed increase a person's cross-sectional area a lot.
"Old minister, it is your duty to do this!"
Xia Zhen was furious in his heart, but he was respectful on his face. He returned to his seat and sat down. He even drank a few glasses of wine and forgot to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Just now, in full view of everyone, my mind didn't turn around. What's deplorable is that no one reminded him to ask someone to do it for him.
"Your Majesty, today is the New Year's Day. I will play a song to wish your Majesty good health and a long life. I also wish the envoys of various countries peace and prosperity."
After Zhao Hong finished speaking, he saluted Zhao Kuo and the envoys.
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
The Dali envoys and envoys from other countries saluted Zhao Hong with solemnity.
After composing poems, you have to play the piano again. The Chinese characters and the prosperity of civilization should not be underestimated.
"Ji Guo Gong is interested."
Zhao Kuo nodded with admiration in his eyes, and everyone in the hall became quiet.
Shi Miyuan remained calm and turned a deaf ear to what had just happened in the hall.
The sound of the piano sounded, and Zhao Hong also started playing and singing loudly.
"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.
Right or wrong, success or failure is gone, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. We are happy to meet each other over a pot of turbid wine, and many things in ancient and modern times can be discussed with laughter. "
Zhao Hong sang and played slowly, and everyone in the hall was dumbfounded.
As the song ended, there was a burst of cheers in the hall.
"What a great song "Linjiang Fairy"!"
It was Zhen Dexiu again who was the first to applaud with his face glowing red.
"This song is generous and tragic, soul-stirring, and endlessly memorable. Good song! Good lyrics!"
Wei Liaoweng followed suit, his eyes filled with shock.
It is said that Zhao Hong is a master of Guqin, but I never expected that one of his works would be a masterpiece that shocked the past and the present!
He was really frightened and did not spill the soup.
"He is indeed a Chinese character, he is really amazing!"
The envoy of Zhenla Kingdom shook his head repeatedly, his face full of envy.
"Good lyrics, good music."
The Dali envoy forced a smile, but he didn't know how he was feeling.
"Great music! Even better lyrics!"
The Korean envoy shook his head, his face flushed, and his face was full of excitement.
"Your Majesty, this song is indifferent and free-spirited, just to soothe your mind. Your Majesty, it is self-evident."
Zhao Hong stood up and saluted Zhao Kuosu.
I have been teaching for more than ten years. When I was young and lonely, I spent a lot of time reading and playing the piano. To put it bluntly, it is all forced out by teaching children.
"Ji Guo Gong, it is indeed a good song. However, I would like to listen to your song "Swordsman". The breeze laughs, but it makes you feel lonely, and your pride is only a night photo. Free and unrestrained, happy in the world... say something throat……"
Zhao Kuo coughed softly and smiled kindly.
"I am ashamed! Your Majesty is wise!"
Zhao Hong nodded secretly. One is lyrics and the other is pure music. In comparison, "Swordsman" is naturally more outstanding.
It seemed that this official of the Song Dynasty was not as miserable as he thought.
Zhao Kuo paused and then spoke.
"Your Majesty's House, envoys, I am a little tired, so I will go down to rest first. The banquet and subsequent matters will be taken care of by the Prime Minister and the ministers."
The conference itself was a strenuous task. Zhao Kuo was in poor health, so he resigned first and retreated to the inner hall to rest, leaving the powerful Prime Minister Shi Miyuan to arrange the following matters.
This also shows the power of this prime minister and minister. Even the prince Zhao Hong was not qualified to entertain envoys from various countries.
In the Song Dynasty, the scholar-bureaucrats had a dominant family. Through the continuous strengthening of the power of the prime minister, the power of the monarch was weakened. The power of the prime minister was still higher than that of the prince and prince, not to mention the prince and the prince.
It can be seen that Zhao Hong, a prince in history, was not unfairly replaced at all.
"Dear envoys and colleagues, please!"
Shi Miyuan smiled and raised his glass.
"Xiang Shi, please!"
Everyone in the hall raised their glasses and looked at Shi Miyuan together.
The same is true for Zhao Hong. He still has to take into account matters of face.
His eyes glanced at Zhao Guicheng, who was sitting next to him. He was dejected and had no trace of the high spirits he had when he was composing poems just now.
Giving up easily when encountering setbacks is exactly the same as what this guy did in history, where he collapsed after three minutes of heat and was lustful and enjoying himself.
He was so happy that after Duan Ping failed to enter Luo, he immediately changed from fighting to fearing war. In his later years, he was drunk and debauched, and even recruited prostitutes into the palace. As a king of a country, his will is weak and he is dissolute and excessive, which is a big taboo for those who are the leader.
On the other hand, looking at Shi Miyuan's complacent look, the effect of power is really like an aphrodisiac, which can make people rejuvenate and regain their youth.
The banquet lasted for about an hour before it came to an end. Next, Shi Miyuan, together with officials from Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites, accompanied the envoy to visit the various scenic spots in Lin'an City. King Yi Zhao Guicheng accompanied him, and they enjoyed themselves.
The Duke of Ji, Zhao Hong, declined politely because he was not feeling well, and said goodbye to the envoys one by one.
If he goes, he, Shi Miyuan, Zhao Guicheng and others will be embarrassed.
Why bother men?
"Your Highness, a great talent, a great talent!"
Wei Liaoweng came over, his eyes shining, and congratulated Zhao Hong.
Originally, like his son Wei Jinyu, he had some doubts about whether Fenglelou's two masterpieces were actually written by Zhao Hong. When I saw it today, I was really convinced.
"Your Highness, a generation of great masters, not inferior to Xin Su, can be regarded as the Wenzong of the world!"
Wu Jing, the governor of Lin'an Prefecture, smiled and cupped his hands, bowing and saluting repeatedly.
"Your Highness, with just "Qin Yuan Chun Snow" and "Linjiang Immortal", Your Highness can already leave his name in history!"
Qiao Xingjian, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, stroked his white beard with surprise in his eyes.
With such talent, what have you been doing?
"Ashamed! Ashamed!"
Zhao Hong bowed his hands in greeting with all the ministers. After everyone left, he took a breath and was about to leave.
This court meeting was really not easy.
"Your Highness, stay here. The officials are waiting for you in the Imperial Garden!"
The eunuch on the side came up, looked around, and said cautiously.
