The two scholars' questions made everyone in the courtyard look at Zhao Hong in surprise.
Even Yang Yi looked at Zhao Hong suspiciously to see what he could say about Chou Yinmao.
Every other line is like a mountain, and the poems are understandable. However, this "Tatar Policy" is a side matter. Zhao Hongyi was a dandy in Lin'an and had never been to the frontier fortress. He probably had never seen the Tatar cavalry. He couldn't be really blind, right?
"Everyone, the book "Tatar Strategy" written by Duke Ji is the result of his painstaking efforts in talking to dozens of frontier soldiers, local officials, and even the people who fled south. It is not groundless, nor is it scaremongering. As the saying goes Dao: Everything will be successful if it is forewarned, and it will be ruined if it is not forewarned. The Tatar army is at its peak, and dozens of countries have been destroyed. Please bear witness."
Before Zhao Hong could answer, Wei Liaoweng had already stood up and endorsed Zhao Hong.
"What Wei Gong said is absolutely true. Zhao Gong, the supervisory censor, has been sent to the Tatars several times, and I know that the enemy has strong soldiers and strong horses, so we should not underestimate the enemy. What Duke Ji Guo said in "Tatar Policy" has captured the essence of Tatar military affairs. I admire you too."
Zhao Gong, the supervisory censor, stood up and saluted the crowd in the courtyard.
Wei Liaoweng came from a famous family and had a good official reputation. Everyone in the courtyard whispered to each other, but no one refuted.
"Everyone, although I stay in Lin'an City, I have many contacts with court officials and border troops, and I know the habits of Tatars, so this is reasoning and not nonsense. As for the military power of the Tatar army..."
Zhao Hong looked in the direction of Wei Liaoweng and spoke again.
"The Song Dynasty and Jin Dynasty have been having troubles for many years. The two armies faced each other, and our army of the Song Dynasty almost never won. The Tatar army was able to drive the Jin army back to the south of the Yellow River. I don't need to say more about its military performance. The Jurchen population at that time was only one million. , didn’t our Song Dynasty lose half of our country and let it be ravaged by others? Now that a hundred years have passed, our Song Dynasty has restored the land of the Central Plains?"
Zhao Hong's rhetorical question left the two questioners speechless, and the audience was completely silent for a moment.
The atmosphere in the courtyard was a little dull for a while.
Zhao Hong didn't speak either. At this time, silence is better, allowing these guys to think carefully and face the harsh reality instead of living in their own dreams.
He glanced at everyone, sat down on the chair, picked up a piece of watermelon, and started eating.
Yan Chun turned out to be a woman disguised as a man, and she was charming and charming. She was among the crowd and acted as his audience.
There were also Zhang Sanhui and his two brothers. Everyone looked solemn and seemed to be thinking about something.
It seems that there are many acquaintances in this courtyard of one hundred and eighty people.
"Your Highness, let's talk about your poetry."
Finally, the scholar with a wide robe and long sleeves bowed his hands and broke the silence.
"That's right! Your Highness's poetry is unparalleled in the world. I'd better ask Your Highness to tell you about your poetry, so that we can also enjoy it!"
"Your Highness, your articles are the best in the country. Please explain your poems. We are all ears!"
After a while, some Confucian scholars raised the "Selected Poems of Zhao Hong" in their hands and started to boo.
For many listeners in the courtyard, they came based on Zhao Hong's poems. The matter of fighting and killing should be left to the corrupt imperial court and left to the scholar-bureaucrats.
"Everyone, we just talked about the "Tatar Policy". If we want to talk about poetry, we have to let His Highness drink tea and eat melon and take a breather!"
Chen Qi, the owner of Chen's Bookstore, stepped forward with a smile on his face, bowed repeatedly, and explained to the audience.
Zhao Hong's "Selected Poems" and "Tatar Policy" made Lin'an city very expensive and made Luoyang rich, and also made him a lot of money. No wonder he was so happy.
Although the sales volume of "Tatar Policy" is not as good as "Selected Poems of Zhao Hong", Lin'an City is wealthy, luxury is spreading, and scholars from all over the world gather, so "Tatar Policy" has reached tens of thousands of copies.
"Brother Chen, I think there are many more people here to listen to "Selected Poems" than to listen to "Tatar Policy"."
While eating melon and drinking tea, Zhao Hong smiled and whispered to Chen Qi.
Scholars in the Song Dynasty were much more sensitive to poetry and poetry. On the contrary, he is dull, indifferent, or even indifferent to side affairs.
"Your Highness, just be content."
Chen Qi chuckled, his face flushed.
"Your Highness, this is your first lecture, and you are already doing very well. Whether it's poetry or policy, you will be famous in Beijing in less than ten days and a half."
Chen Qi whispered softly, and Zhao Hong couldn't help but be startled.
The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant, and he wants too much.
"Your Highness, don't think about it! Cheer up and talk about your poems again! Those listeners, including everyone from the Jianghu Poetry School, are impatient to wait!"
Chen Qi smiled, bowed solemnly, and stepped back.
"You're such a profiteer, you really need money and your life!"
Zhao Hong put down the watermelon like a dog chewing, and the courtyard became quiet.
"Everyone, let's talk about this first poem, "Moon on the West River"..."
The speech continued, and he explained his thoughts on two poems, which won waves of applause. Just as Zhao Hong was about to continue, a white-haired Confucian scholar suddenly asked.
"Your Highness, your poems are magnificent, but they don't seem to address the ills of the times. They are more than enough to amuse you and not enough to warn you. Is your Highness trying to be wise and protect yourself?"
The whole courtyard was shocked. When Zhao Hong saw it, it was Dai Fuxu, the leader of Jianghu poetry school.
It is said that this man is upright and tough. When I saw it today, it really gave me a headache.
If you can't get off the stage, are you a pig teammate? Doesn’t this make those who are thoughtful applaud?
"Mr. Dai cares about the country and the people, and I admire you. If he hadn't cared about the country and the people, I wouldn't have written this book "Tatar Policy". In the future poems, I will have more cynical articles. Mr. Dai Be a witness to everyone present.”
Zhao Hong made an understatement and mentioned it in one stroke through "Tatar Policy".
Although Dai Fuxu is straightforward, he is not a fool. At this point, it was hard for him to ask again.
Besides, "the soul of the soldiers is gone, the soul of the country is empty", and "it's sad to see thousands of horses standing in silence", etc., although they are not naming names, they can be regarded as speaking out against reality.
Someone from the audience asked again.
"Your Highness, your poems are not plagiarized, right?"
Everyone was stunned, and looked over together, but they saw a romantic scholar in fluttering white clothes, gently waving a folding fan, and the jade tree was facing the wind.
"Brother, can something like poetry be plagiarized?"
The companions beside the romantic scholar echoed loudly.
"Of course! Throughout the ages, have you ever seen any great poets who didn't have a single poem before the age of twenty, but they were out of control at the age of twenty-one. In my opinion, except for plagiarism, or there is someone else behind it, there is no way to justify it. "
"So that's it! The dignified prince of the Song Dynasty is really different! Even plagiarism is done by everyone. I admire you, I admire you!"
The two people sang together, and everyone in the venue looked at Zhao Hong.
"Spewing shit! What nonsense are you talking about!"
Li Tang stood up and scolded angrily with a dark face.
These two people are so weird, you sing me and me, they are obviously here to ruin the place.
"What's wrong? You still want to hit someone?"
"The servants of Duke Ji's Mansion are indeed extraordinary and domineering!"
The two scholars laughed sarcastically and went straight to Li Tang.
Li Tang blushed and was about to explode, but was pulled aside by Chen Qi.
"You two, you say that Ji Guogong's poems are plagiarized. Do you have any evidence?"
Another person asked loudly in confusion.
"You two, today is His Highness's lecture. Don't make false accusations and confuse the audience."
Chen Qi quickly stepped forward and persuaded the two romantic men.
Harmony brings wealth, someone is obviously fanning the flames, and he doesn't want to make things worse.
"Why, why don't you let people say that you are just a fool? What a powerful official!"
“It’s really eye-opening for you to plagiarize so confidently!”
The two scholars were upright and started to sarcastically and ridicule again.
The crowd listening to the lecture was chattering. Li Tang was so angry that he blushed and was about to draw his sword, but was scolded by Zhao Hong in a low voice.
"Back off!"
Li Tang retreated angrily. Li Tang raised his head with a calm expression and said loudly:
"Two of you, what do you want to do to believe that these poems were written by me?"
He knew in his heart that this was probably a troll hired by someone with ulterior motives, and they were here to ruin the situation.
If you are provoked by them, you will fall into their trap and be embarrassed and lose your reputation.
All eyes at the scene were cast on the two gentlemen.
"Your Highness, unless you can compose a poem on the spot, we will not be convinced!"
"That's right! You want me to come up with a question. If Your Highness can compose a poem on the spot, I'll be so impressed and convinced!"
Sure enough, the two romantic scholars immediately came up with a solution to the problem.
When Chen Qi was about to speak, Zhao Hong stopped him and spoke loudly.
"You two, please give me a question."
Everyone in the place was shocked. Zhao Hong is so calm. Could it be that he wants to compose a poem in public?
The two scholars were startled and looked at each other, both feeling guilty.
Looking at Zhao Hong's confident and calm appearance, he seems to have real talent and learning.
"This, let's take people's livelihood as the theme."
"Yes, let's take people's livelihood as the theme!"
The two scholars spoke out one after another.
Hundreds of people of all colors in the courtyard looked at Zhao Hong together.
"Your Highness, look at this..."
Chen Qi was stopped by Zhao Hong midway through his words.
"Brother Chen, please prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for me."
Chen Qi was shocked and quickly asked someone to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He polished the ink himself. Zhao Hong thought for a while and continued writing.
“The peaks and mountains are like clusters, the waves are like angry waves, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road inside and outside.
Looking at the Western Capital, I hesitated.
It is sad that wherever the Qin and Han Dynasties traveled, thousands of palaces and palaces were turned into dirt.
Well, the people are suffering! Death, the people suffer! "
This song "Sheep on the Hillside. Tong Cares About the Ancient" is the same as "The Ancient Road West Wind Slim Horse", both of which are very familiar.
Li Tang smiled broadly, unfolded the paper with both arms, and Chen Qi recited loudly. Soon, the courtyard was filled with cheers that lasted for a long time, and everyone in the audience was amazed and envious.
The prince of the Song Dynasty is indeed worthy of his reputation among everyone in the country.
"Everyone, please continue your lecture, Your Highness!"
With a smile on his face, Chen Qi announced that the poetry lecture would continue.
Adding the song "Goat on the Hillside" and reprinting it will definitely make another huge profit.
Zhao Hong looked towards the courtyard. The two scholars had quietly slipped out of the crowd and were missing.
Noticing that Zhang San and Zhou Da had disappeared from the crowd, Zhao Hong smiled knowingly.
After this "speech" and "personal show", I am afraid it will be difficult for me to become famous. I hope my efforts will pay off.
Yang Yi picked up the wine glass, her fingers trembling slightly, and looked at Zhao Hong with admiration.
"Anthology of Jianghu Poems" had already failed before it was officially finalized and published.
This Zhao Hong is really incredible!
Yan Chun, who was watching Zhao Hong's wonderful performance in the crowd, smiled unconsciously, feeling both surprised and admired.
A poem in seven steps! This prince of the Song Dynasty is really awesome!
Just by composing a poem on the spot for today's scene, Zhao Hong will become famous all over the world.
Noticing Zhao Hong's gaze turning unconsciously from a distance, Yan Chun quickly hid behind the person and covered his face with a folding fan.
Unconsciously, she felt that Zhao Hong, who was talking eloquently in front of her, was much more respectable and admirable.
On the contrary, it was me who knew nothing about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and had read few books. I felt a little ashamed of myself and seemed unworthy of the other party.
I don’t know if Zhao Hong looks down on himself in his heart?
