How can we expand our influence and give ourselves extra points?
In the study room, Zhao Hong raised his head from the pile of borrowed weapons books on the table and stared at the book "Martial Arts General Essentials" in front of him, but he was so distracted that he couldn't read it.
If you think about it carefully, it is nothing more than frequent exposure in the "media", frequent "hot searches", setting up personas, creating hot topics, etc.
But the audience is not stupid. If it catches people's attention, it is likely to cause disgust.
As Xu Liang said, among scholars, real works still need to speak for themselves.
When writing books, one must be able to keep up with the times and arouse the resonance of scholars.
In the Southern Song Dynasty, which has a strong literary style, a collection of poems may really become famous and famous in Lin'an City.
In addition to poems and lyrics, the side events that concerned the scholars and the people were the most touching.
Poems are easy to say. If you go through the famous classics from the Southern Song Dynasty onwards in your mind, you can always come up with a dozen or twenty poems. As for side affairs, in the era of the Southern Song Dynasty, a time of great strife, Mongolia was the dominant player in a table of mahjong, and the three foils of the Xixia, Jin and Southern Song Dynasties, Mongolia should be the focus of the book.
Maybe you don't need to publish a book, you just need to write a few serialized articles in tabloids and give a few speeches, and you can become famous.
The Song Dynasty was founded. In view of the chaos in the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin established the policy of "emphasis on civility over military affairs" in governing the country. Military generals were suppressed and the scholar-bureaucrat family became dominant, which directly led to a significant decline in the military strength of the Northern Song Dynasty. After the disgrace of Jingkang and the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty, the emperors of the Southern Song Dynasty still adhered to the policy of "valuing civility over military affairs" in governing the country. When encountering wars, most of the scholar-bureaucrats advocated peace, so that there were Shaoxing peace talks, Jiading peace talks, etc., which were all humiliating the country. The Southern Song Dynasty was hard to recover from and was in decline. It’s irreversible.
The fall of the Northern Song Dynasty was not far from the past, and wars occurred frequently in the Southern Song Dynasty. However, the country-governing strategy of "controlling military force with culture" remained unchanged throughout the Northern and Southern Song dynasties. The error of its national policy is fundamental.
At this time, the Song Dynasty was facing a Mongol Empire that was more lethal and destructive than the Jurchens. The perfection of its war machine is known as the "Whip of God", just like the scythe of Death. With the wealth in the south of the Yangtze River and the invincibility of the Mongolian cavalry, it only took a few years for them to go south to attack the Song Dynasty.
The Southern Song Dynasty blindly advocated Neo-Confucianism, believing that by "cultivating one's moral character and managing one's family", one could "ruly the country and bring peace to the world"; they believed that if everyone was "righteous and sincere," the world would be well governed. They disdained political affairs, did not talk about how to save the country, and had no practical solutions. Measures to govern the country.
Normally, he would stand up and talk about his character, but in an emergency, he would die to repay the king.
A country will be prospered by hard work, but a country will be harmed by idle talk. The last four words refer to the scholar-bureaucrats who governed the country with "Neo-Confucianism" in the late Southern Song Dynasty.
In the late Southern Song Dynasty, Neo-Confucianism was the official doctrine. Scholars talked about moral principles and kept silent about achievements. The utopia formed by the intersection of moral principles and principles could not propose practical measures to govern and save the country. No wonder the Southern Song Dynasty was pinned to the ground and rubbed by the Mongols until the end. perish.
The national policy is at odds with the times, and the scholar-bureaucrats who govern the country are at odds with the times. No matter how rich they are, if their health is not good, they will be robbed by thieves and robbers sooner or later.
Of course, Zhao Hong was unable to deal with these national policies and major issues of the bureaucratic class, nor could he make any shocking objections. Otherwise, he is going against the entire scholar-bureaucrat class and will only die faster.
Of course, despite having 800 years of vision and knowledge, Zhao Hong knows that he is just talking on paper. To write something "warning" and "crisis theory", he needs a deeper understanding, and it is better to have someone involved.
It may be a good way to mobilize some soldiers who have fought with the Mongols.
The reason why Mongolia was chosen was that war would break out between the two sides in just a few years. By making the threat of the Mongolian cavalry known to the public, I believe there will always be people who wake up and there will always be a positive side.
Of course, what's more important is the reputation he can gain, the reputation that brings him back from the dead.
After racking his brains, Zhao Hong remembered the series of books on the history of Chinese wars that he had read in later generations. He liked the Tang and Song dynasties the most, and he also had partial memories of the strategies and tactics of the Yuan Dynasty to destroy the Southern Song Dynasty.
He writes books and talks with great rigor. It is also necessary to "interview" some contemporaries to make it more authentic.
Zhao Hong lay on the desk, thinking and writing.
"His Royal Highness is in the study, no one can enter!"
Li Tang's voice came from outside, and Zhao Hong raised his head unconsciously.
"I want to see His Highness. When will it be your turn as a servant to take charge! Get out of the way!"
Immediately afterwards, Xu Ji vented angrily.
Zhao Hong couldn't help but smile.
It seems that after getting along with each other for a while, these guards have become more powerful.
"Just wait, I'll go in and report!"
Li Tang's footsteps sounded and he soon arrived at the door.
"Li Tang, let Xu Ji come in!"
Zhao Hong gave the order without waiting for Li Tang to speak.
It seems that Xu Ji was really domineering in the past.
Li Tang went down, and soon Xu Ji walked in with a dark face.
"Your Highness, Li Tang is becoming more and more unruly, and he won't even let me in!"
Xu Ji came over, sat directly on Zhao Hong's lap, hugged his neck, and started to complain.
"He sees that I'm busy, so just be patient."
Zhao Hong hugged Xu Ji's slender waist, as soft as if there were no bones, and the feeling coming from her big buttocks was really ecstasy.
Shi Miyuan is really willing to spend a lot of money. How many idiots in the world can resist such a seductive beauty?
"What has His Highness been busy with recently? He doesn't even pay attention to the slave family!"
Xu Ji pursed her red lips, not knowing whether it was true or not.
"What else can I be busy with, other than firearms? I have no clue and it makes me very anxious!"
Zhao Hong pretended and pointed at the pile of books on the table.
"Your Highness, can this firearm be made?"
Xu Ji took the "Martial Arts General Essentials" and flipped through it absentmindedly.
"How can it be that easy? I don't know if it can be done before the end of the year?"
Zhao Hong said it in one sentence and asked again.
"What have you been busy with these days? Why haven't you played the piano?"
He has been really busy recently, and the time left for him to fight back is too short, and he has no chance to waste.
"Your Highness doesn't want to play the piano, and I have no intention of playing. Your Highness..."
Xu Jijiao gasped as Zhao Hong's Lushan claws roamed freely inside her clothes.
After sharing the same bed several times and having close skin-to-skin contact, the two of them naturally became much more intimate.
"Xu Ji, if you follow me, you won't regret it?"
Zhao Hong looked at Xu Ji with a deeper meaning in his eyes.
"Your Highness, why do you mean this?"
Xu Ji opened her big watery eyes, looking confused.
Has this lustful highness already found a new love?
Since the beginning of spring, he has come to his room only a handful of times.
"If one day I become the emperor, with your status, you may not be able to follow me into the palace. You'd better make plans early and get married as soon as possible while you are beautiful."
Zhao Hong half-truthed and made a joke.
An official prostitute is still a "traitor". Even if she can pass the judgment of the scholar-bureaucrats, it will be difficult for her to do so.
"Your Highness, I can't bear to leave you! If you have wine today, you will get drunk today, and you will be worried tomorrow. What do you care about in the future?"
This pervert also wants to be the emperor? I'm afraid it's just a dream.
"You are open-minded. In a few years, you will not be young anymore. Why don't you find a way out for yourself?"
Zhao Hong's heart slowly hardened.
When he mentioned getting married early, Xu Ji refused without hesitation, obviously feeling confident.
Maybe Shi Miyuan has prepared a way out for Xu Ji.
"Your Highness, I am a prostitute who has been passed down from generation to generation. If I want to leave my country and become a good person, I must get an amnesty from the official family. Besides, I can't bear to leave Your Highness and I don't want to leave!"
Xu Ji acted coquettishly again and twisted in Zhao Hong's arms.
She could faintly feel Zhao Hong's physical resistance.
"If you really want to be a good person, I can go to the officials to ask for help. But let me tell you in advance, I can't guarantee whether you can succeed."
Zhao Hong looked at Xu Ji with a serious expression on his face.
"Your Highness, it's better that you treat me well! However, I'd better wait a little longer. When His Highness ascends the throne and becomes emperor, I will naturally leave."
Xu Ji smiled and kissed Zhao Hong on the face.
"Go ahead. I still need to check some things, and it might be very late!"
Zhao Hong patted Xu Ji's buttocks and wiped the oil again with a smile.
This woman was determined to "lurk" all the way to the end.
"Well, Your Highness, I'm going to go out for a walk and buy you some good wine and food by the way!"
Xu Ji twisted her waist and left. Zhao Hong looked at her graceful back and shook his head regretfully.
It's a pity that such an outstanding woman is not sincere.
"Li Tang, come in!"
Zhao Hong thought for a moment and shouted outside the study.
"Your Highness!"
Li Tang came in and stood solemnly.
"Have someone follow you, don't get discovered!"
Zhao Hong whispered and pointed outside.
"Your Highness, don't worry, I understand!"
Li Tang knew it well and turned around and left the study.
Zhao Hong shook his head and finally moved his eyes to the book again.
Xu Ji, it’s finally time to part ways.
We can't openly break up with Shi Miyuan. Xu Ji is just an inquirer and her help to him is too little.
Moreover, he didn't want to do this again. I'm tired of scheming all day long!
It is already early May. Zhou Xiuniang will give birth next month and must welcome Ji Guogong back to the palace.
At this juncture, he didn't dare to let a few "ghosts" live in his house. He couldn't afford to play or take the risk.
Putting away his mind, he wrote a poem and spread it out on the table. Some of the poems that felt less domineering and plain were crumpled into a ball and thrown on the ground.
Of course, when writing a book, you can't do it half-heartedly. You have to be careful and choose carefully.
"Your Highness, Xu Liang and the others are here."
Xu Sheng's voice sounded outside.
Who are they?
The door was pushed open, and Xu Liang strode in. The few people behind him made him stunned.
"Brother Hu, Miss Yang, you are here too."
A beautiful woman with fragrant clothes and charming face is always pleasing to the eyes and makes people feel good unconsciously.
Noticing Zhao Hong's admiring gaze, Yang Yi was secretly proud, with a calm expression on his face.
"Your Highness, Brother Hu and I are old acquaintances. We happened to bump into each other on the way here, so we came together."
Xu Liang said to Zhao Hong, still a little embarrassed.
"Brother, what's the explanation for this? Besides, Brother Hu, Madam Yang and I are all old acquaintances, and I hope you guys can come."
Zhao Hong laughed and asked everyone to sit down.
With Xu Liang's character, it's already pretty good to be able to explain to Zhao Hong.
Yang Yi and Xu Liang seem to be a perfect match.
Yang Yi knew Zhao Hong's dirty thoughts. She picked up a ball of paper on the ground, opened it, and read softly.
"Tomorrow comes tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows. If I live to wait for tomorrow, everything will be wasted."
Yang Yi raised his head in surprise and looked at Zhao Hong.
"Mr. Ji Guo, did you do this?"
"The artistic conception of this poem is ordinary. I felt it was not suitable for publishing a book, so I threw it away."
Zhao Hong didn't hide it and said with a smile.
"Why was such a good poem thrown away? It must be added!"
Yang Yi shook his head, his face full of regret.
If such good poems are thrown away, the Jianghu Poetry School will definitely fail.
Looking at Hu Mengyu again, he had already walked to the table, picked up a piece of paper, and read it unconsciously.
"...It has been three o'clock in the morning when the plum blossoms and the flute have fallen, and there is no one left and the moon is dimly lit. I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know what happened to you and I burst into tears..."
Hu Mengyu's heart was shocked, and Yang Yi beside him was also intoxicated.
This word is so poignant and beautiful that it makes people feel like their hearts are cut with a knife, their hearts are broken, and they can't help themselves.
"...the setting sun, the light smoke of jackdaws on old trees, and the shadow of a flying dragon. Green mountains and green waters..."
Xu Liang was also blushing and his heart was beating fast.
With such brilliant poetry, it is difficult not to become famous.
[I am in a good mood today and will write one more chapter. I hope everyone will support me. 】
