In April, the West Lake is surrounded by willows, lush vegetation, red flowers and green leaves, the scenery of lakes and mountains, and the shadows of winding bridges and towers. In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, it is hazy and like a fairyland on earth.
It was nightfall, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and a brocade boat floated on the West Lake, with bright lights and laughter. On the boat were Liu Kezhuang and Dai Fuxu, the famous poets of the Jianghu poetry school, and several Lin'an dandies. The gathering of everyone was naturally in the name of Jianghu Poetry Society.
The Poetry Society of the Song Dynasty arose during the Renzong period of the Northern Song Dynasty, flourished during the Xiaozong period of the Southern Song Dynasty, and then declined at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty.
"Every year the horse leaps to Chang'an City. The guest house is like a home. The money is exchanged for wine. There is no day, and the red candles are shining at night and I can't sleep.
Yitiaojinfuji Chinese subtitles. It's rare for a beautiful woman to take care of herself. Man, there is China in the northwest, don’t shed tears beside the West Bridge. "
Liu Kezhuang, the leader of the Jianghu poetry school, wrote a new song with a glass of wine, free and uninhibited, which aroused a chorus of agreement.
Liu Kezhuang came from an aristocratic family and was once a court official. He studied under Zhen Dexiu, a Neo-Confucian master, and then lived at home. He was talented and had a high self-esteem.
"What a song "Spring in the Jade House"! Generous and heroic, it can be a masterpiece!"
The lady Yang Yi smiled brightly and was the first to cheer.
These poetry societies in Lin'an City often feature her presence.
"Excellent work! Excellent work!"
Wei Jinyu on the side was also very happy and echoed Yang Yi.
As long as Yang Yi is happy, he will be Yang Yi's loyal supporter regardless of the quality of the poems.
"Mr. Dai, it's your turn!"
Zhen Zhidao raised his glass and congratulated Dai Fuxu.
"Looking down from the Henggang River to the great river, I feel so sad for thousands of miles in front of the floating hall. The most miserable thing is that there are no mountains to cover my eyes, and Huainan is as far as the eye can see in China."
In his late sixties, Dai Fuxu, another master of the Jianghu poetry school, never forgets to express his emotions when reciting poems.
"This song "Jiangyin Fuyuantang" was composed that day when I felt that the Jin soldiers went south, Huainan was ruined, and the people suffered. Everyone, I have another drink!"
Dai Fuxu lived in seclusion in his hometown in Taizhou, Zhejiang. He was upright and honest by nature, never held an official position in his life, wandered around the country and lived in commoner life, and he was also an impassioned person.
"Mr. Dai, you care about the country and the people, but you are too straightforward! You have to know that if you are strong, you will be broken easily. This is not a good world!"
The truly virtuous young master Zhen Zhidao always looks harmless to humans and animals with a smile.
I don’t know if his father, Zhen Dexiu, would be frightened by his words and his crotch would split.
"Zhenya Nei, you are the daughter of a famous family, and you don't know the people's livelihood in the world. On one side, you are hungry and cold, displaced, and the people are in dire straits. On the other side, you are burning oil, wearing fine clothes and fine food, and are arrogant and extravagant. The shortcomings of our Song Dynasty today are profound!"
Dai Fushi was touched and spoke directly.
"It's not just that the treacherous prime minister was dictatorial, servile to the outside world, and levied excessively at home. There were too many guilds, soaring prices, collusion between officials and businessmen, hoarding, and depriving the common people. The Song Dynasty has reached the point where it is today. It's difficult to revive! It's difficult!"
Buyi Zeng was very angry. After saying this, he drank two drinks in a row, his face extremely ugly.
"Two gentlemen, what you said is the truth, but what can we do? Since we can't change anything, it's better to just go with the flow and settle down."
Zhenzhidao shook his head, with a wry smile and helplessness on his face.
The ship is full of people with lofty ideals who care about the country and the people, but what can they do in the face of the cruel and cold reality? Once you offend someone, you will be afraid of disaster from heaven.
"Brother Ye, it's your turn!"
Wei Jinyu quickly changed the topic and couldn't wait to hurry up.
What's the point of talking about worrying about the country and the people all day long? They all say that Shi Miyuan has power, but you should imitate Cao Mengde and Zhu Hai and just kill Shi Miyuan directly. Why bother being here?
"You should take pity on the clogs with green moss on their teeth, and the small buckle firewood door will not open for a long time. The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall."
Another poet of the Jianghu Poetry School, Ye Shaoweng, who was in his thirties, recited it in a deep voice, breaking the silent atmosphere.
Ye Shaoweng, whose original surname was Li, was implicated by his grandfather Li Yingshi, and his family business declined. He inherited the Ye family of Longquan when he was young. During the period from Emperor Guangzong of Song Dynasty to Jiading, he served as a minor official in the imperial court and had a close relationship with Zhende Xiu, a great scholar of Neo-Confucianism. He lived in seclusion on the shore of West Lake in Qiantang for a long time, and sang with his friend Ge Tianmin.
"The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. Good, good! What a poem, it should come to light!"
Yang Yi's heart skipped a beat and he cheered.
There are indeed many famous people in the Jianghu Poetry School. Just these few songs can be published in books and distributed all over the world.
"please!"
Zhen Zhidao raised his glass, and Ge Tianmin, Zeng Ji and others clinked glasses with Liu Kezhuang and others. He is the host today, so of course he must act like a landlord.
"...The breeze smiles, causing loneliness, and there is still an evening glow of pride..."
On the lake, the song of the singer in another brocade boat came. It turned out to be the song "Swordsman". Chen Qi, the shopkeeper of Lin'an Chen's Bookstore, pondered slightly and said it out.
"Do you know who is the most famous poetry celebrity in Lin'an City today?"
As the shopkeeper of the largest bookstore in Lin'an City, Chen Qi is also a poet himself. He is close friends with Liu Kezhuang and Zeng Ji, and he enjoys himself singing and writing lyrics together.
But he is also a businessman. If Zhao Hong's "Selected Poems" were published in his Chen's Bookstore, he would make a lot of money.
"Who else could it be? Of course it's His Highness Duke Ji Guo, who compares himself to "Emperor Qin, Han Wu, Emperor Tang and Song Zu"!
Dai Fuxu lives near the West Lake and knows all the big and small things in Lin'an City.
Not to mention the two poems on Fengle Tower, this one, "Swordsman", is open-minded, bold, free and easy, and it can be said that it won his heart.
"I just don't know if this tough and treacherous prince of the Song Dynasty can successfully become the crown prince of the Song Dynasty?"
Zeng Ji frowned and drank a glass of wine suddenly.
"well!"
Yang Yi felt sad and sighed softly, wondering if it was something that touched her heart.
Her aunt, Yang Guizhi, the Queen of the Song Dynasty, hated Zhao Hong deeply and would not let Zhao Hong ascend to power easily.
"The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. This prince of the Song Dynasty has the best articles in the country. He is really a genius!"
Ye Shaoweng sighed and didn't notice at all. Liu Kezhuang's expression darkened.
Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second. He really wanted to compete with Zhao Hong.
"A genius? With how bad he is, who knows if he is plagiarizing..."
In the middle of Wei Jinyu's resentful words, he noticed Yang Yi's expression of hesitation and immediately stopped.
Liu Kezhuang was shocked and felt much calmer.
After listening to Wei Jinyu's words, it turned out that there was something else going on.
Yang Yi picked up the wine glass, took another glass of wine, and drank it straight.
"I heard that His Highness is going to publish an anthology of poems, and I'm really looking forward to it. I wonder how shocking it will be then?"
Liu Kezhuang couldn't help but said, but his eyes were unwilling.
Chen Qi observed the words carefully and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
His best friend was eight times more talented than Lu You and Xin Qiji. Of course he was unconvinced that everyone was pursuing Zhao Hong so much.
"The spring clothes are still there, and the little man's needlework has been wet by the rain from the West Lake."
Yang Yi looked out of the boat, sighed, and picked up the wine glass with a smile.
"Brother Liu, let's make a bet. Zhao Hong, Duke of Ji Guo, will never be at a disadvantage against you, Jianghu Poetry School! When the two sets of poetry collections come out, I will buy one set each and read them carefully! "
"Okay! We will find out when the time comes!"
Liu Kezhuang picked up the wine glass, touched it with Yang Yi, and said excitedly.
Everyone admired Gao Zhao Hong, which also aroused his ambition.
"Everyone, today's gathering is for the Jianghu Poetry Collection. When the time comes, your excellent works will all be seen in the world. Brother Liu, Zeng Brother, and Dai Brother, I hope you will give me some advice and make the Jianghu Poetry Collection famous all over the world!"
Chen Qi laughed.
"That's for sure! It's for sure!"
Liu Kezhuang, Zeng Ji and others spoke one after another.
Writing books and establishing a reputation is a good thing that brings both fame and fortune, and no one will refuse it. Moreover, many of them are not well off.
"Miss Yang, please keep the calligraphy treasure when the time comes!"
Chen Qi said to Yang Yi with a smile.
Although he didn't know the identity of this noble lady, seeing how respectful Zhen Zhidao and Wei Jinyu were to her, she must be someone who was not an ordinary person.
"Easy to say! Easy to say!"
Yang Yi raised his glass and toasted Chen.
She drank a few drinks, her skin was white and rosy, and she was even more beautiful, but she was already a little drunk.
"Do you know that Zhao Hong, the Duke of Jiguo, has smelted good iron?"
Yang Yi held the wine glass and said leisurely.
She had just received news from the palace about these things and couldn't help but tell them.
"The dignified prince actually knows these strange skills?"
Liu Kezhuang couldn't help but be stunned.
This prince is well-read and a master of iron smelting, so he knows a lot!
"Brother Liu, I heard that the prince smelted good iron and saved 30 to 40% of the charcoal money. Now that the iron workshop in Kuaiji Mountain has been taken over by the imperial court, it can be seen that this matter is not trivial. This is not called miraculous skill, this is Practical learning will benefit the country and the people.”
Dai Fuxu is older and more knowledgeable, and his views are different from those of Liu Kezhuang.
Liu Kezhuang blushed but did not refute.
If this is the case, then Zhao Hong does have real talent.
"From the poems of this prince, we can see that this person has extraordinary ambitions. If he becomes the emperor of the Song Dynasty in the future, will he revive the Song Dynasty and create a new scene?"
Ye Shaoweng suddenly said.
"If he becomes the emperor, I'm afraid he will be in a coma..."
"Shut up!"
Wei Jinyu's words were once again interrupted by Yang Yi and stuck in his throat.
Liu Kezhuang glanced at Wei Jinyu and Yang Yi in surprise. He had a vague feeling that Wei Jinyu seemed to dislike Zhao Hong very much.
"Wei Yanei, if you become an official of the Song Dynasty, can you afford the power of the Song Dynasty?"
Yang Yi drank too much, and the drunkenness surged, and he couldn't help but burst out.
This Wei Jinyu is always holding on to Zhao Hong when he is full. Is there something wrong with his brain?
"I……"
Wei Jinyu's face turned red and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Me, me, me, what? It's so easy to smelt iron, why don't you give it a try and see if you can also make the "Round Fingers"?"
After Yang Yi finished speaking, he drank another glass of wine.
Wei Jinyu's face was ugly, his head was sullen and he just drank.
"Old Wei, drink less!"
Zhen Zhidao quickly took Wei Jinyu's wine glass and comforted his friend.
Father, like son. Yang Yi admired Zhao Hong, but Wei Jinyu was just jealous.
I don't know if Yang Yiqing doesn't know Wei Jinyu's thoughts, or is she doing it on purpose, just using Wei Jinyu as a cover for her to have many suitors?
"Everyone, let's get back to the publication of Jianghu Poetry Anthology. This is the main business of today."
Chen Qi said with a smile and returned to the topic.
This Wei Jinyu is from the Wei Gao family in Pujiang and comes from a prominent family, but he behaves rudely, just like a stupid young man.
I don’t know how Wei Liaoweng, Wei Shilang, a master of Neo-Confucianism in the Song Dynasty, taught such a dandy?
"Brother Liu, I am looking forward to "Collection of Poems of Rivers and Lakes" and "Collection of Poems of Lord Ji Guo"! This must be a great blessing for the literary world this year!"
Zhenzhidao said with a smile, complimenting everyone.
"Zhen Yameni, I'm also looking forward to it. Which one of us, "Collection of Poems of Rivers and Lakes" is better, or His Highness Duke Ji's "Collection of Poems" is better? You all will have to wait and see!"
Liu Kezhuang said it loudly with high morale.
"We'll see!"
Everyone toasted together, the atmosphere was warm, and all the unhappiness disappeared and melted into the dense mist and rain of the West Lake.
