The incident on Furong Garden's auxiliary island spread throughout Furong Garden with the naked eye, and the intense and majestic "Army March" and "Song under the Sea" received acclaim.
It is no accident that the Sui people were good at poetry. Since the Sui Dynasty unified the world and entered the prosperous age, the aristocrats who had no worries about food, clothing, and security have pursued spiritual culture, which has given rise to poetry and poetry.
So far, although the poetry world is still in its infancy, poetry has become popular among aristocratic families, poor families, wealthy private businessmen and other classes. Yang Jian, Yang Guang, Yang Su, Xue Daoheng, Yu Chuo, Xiao Cong and others are all good poets. , but there are very few people who write good poems.
This is not to say that the emperors, ministers, and literati of the Sui Dynasty were stupid, but that the style, style, and bones of poetry, like the official system of the Sui Dynasty, were in the preliminary stage and had not yet formed a formal style.
In the Southern Dynasties, which took metaphysics as its guiding ideology and was not enterprising, the Qiliang style with narrow themes, rhetoric, decadence, and empty thoughts was prevalent, with erotic poetry being the mainstay.
After the Sui Dynasty unified the world, there was a violent collision between the cultures of the north and the south. Scholars around the world realized that the Qi Liang style had problems, so changes in poetry were promoted: one was the reform of form, and the Qi Liang style was perfected in the tones and rhymes. , played a huge role.
The second type is the reform in content. The representative figure is Yang Guang. He opposed the poetic style of sinking into glamor and advocated speaking with substance. However, his own style had a strong style of Qi Liang style. This was something that could not be helped. He initially This is what I learned. Even if I later realized that it was not good and wanted to overthrow it, I could not break this pattern. For example, his previous "Spring Outing Song" - "The steps are slow and you know you are powerless, and the face is graceful and charming. Jinxiu" Huainan dance, precious socks are beautiful on the waist of the palace."
The first two sentences are the legacy of the Six Dynasties, and the last two sentences are full of girlishness. This is exactly the flavor of Liang-style and Gong-style poems that he opposed. However, the content of the poems he writes now has gotten rid of the empty Qi Liang style and palace style poems. However, the feelings he expresses are still at the stage of chanting, and have not yet reached the level of "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Grottoes". The state of "decadent wind, striving to be original".
The "Military March" produced by Yang Ji can be said to be one of the first works of bold poetry, frontier fortress poetry, military poetry, and ambition poetry, and plays a leading role; while "Song under the Fortress" is the most classic mature poem. This work erected a monument for the poet to strive to catch up and surpass. It suddenly broke the barriers of the Sui Dynasty poetry world and directly sublimated it to the most mature stage of poetry. It can be said to be of great significance and far-reaching influence. Moreover, the poems themselves are classics, so it is difficult not to create a sensation.
But in this way, both Yang Ji and Xiao Ying were exposed. The Crown Princess Xiao Wan who came to congratulate her personally came to take Xiao Ying away. Although the Yang family and the Xiao family supported the young couple's private communication, one man and one woman It is not appropriate to be alone in the public eye. If those gossips see and know about it, a lot of gossip will be spread, and rumors will be spread, which will eventually harm my sister's reputation.
Xiao Wan has had rich experience as a princess and a princess, and she knows that trivial things about the royal family are always magnified countless times once they are spread. However, her sister and Yang Ji are both young and immature, and they do not understand the ways of the world and the words of others. , so when Dugumin left the capital, she was particularly concerned about these two little guys. As soon as she heard that Yang Ji had caused trouble again, she took Xiao Ying away as soon as possible.
Yang Ji, who had become a loner, found it boring and planned to go home. Based on his understanding of Yang Lihua, she would not care whether he went to celebrate her birthday or not. Maybe she wished that he would not go so as not to embarrass her. , in the past it was enough for people to get gifts, so it didn’t matter whether they went or not.
When you quickly walk out of the corridor bridge, in front of you is a scenic stone path around the main island. The side near the river is full of weeping willows. The willow leaves have withered and fallen off, leaving only thousands of willow branches fluttering in the wind. On the other side are shrubs and flowers, and going up the sloped stone steps is the main building of Furong Building.
"King Wei, please stay!" A girl in white panted and hurriedly chased after him from behind.
Yang Ji turned around after hearing this, and unexpectedly discovered that it was Pei Shuying, whom he had met once before. He smiled and said, "It's true that we meet everywhere in life. I didn't expect that we met again in Furong Tower."
After not seeing each other for more than half a year, Pei Shuying has grown a little taller, and her body is not as thin as last time. She has grown like a graceful water lotus in bud.
She was wearing a white dark dress with narrow sleeves, a white gauze covering half of her arms, and a silk belt tied around her waist. Her long hair was styled in a "flying bun". A strand of hair, with a section of hair left under the bun hanging over the shoulders. Viewed from the front, it looks like the cut tail of a swallow, which looks elegant and playful, solidifying into a beautiful picture in the soft sunlight.
Pei Shuying gave a graceful salute and saw the Furong Bridge not far ahead. After thinking for a moment, she knew that Yang Ji was leaving and asked softly: "King Wei, aren't you going to the Furong Tower to pay your birthday?"
The ancients were very particular about the time of birthday greetings, which would be stuck at the time when the birthday star was born. However, Yang Lihua was born at the end of Shenshi, which is around 18-19 pm, so the formal banquet is arranged in the evening, and the whole day is used for everyone to communicate.
"I don't have time to go." Yang Ji smiled and made an excuse: "I'm going to Liangzhou soon. As a governor, I still have a lot to do, and there are still many things that I haven't done. I can't give up my personal interests for personal reasons. .”
Pei Shuying's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her pair of lacquer-like eyes were fixed on Yang Ji, with a hint of expression in her eyes.
She was also a lively and active girl when she was a child, but later she contracted an illness and gradually became unable to leave the house due to the need for long-term treatment. His temperament became more and more calm, and his thoughts became extremely delicate. She could feel Yang Ji's indifference to Yang Lihua from Yang Ji's tone. If something really happened, she could leave after giving the gift in the morning. Why wait until the afternoon or wait until Xiao Ying is gone? It's just that matters about the royal family are beyond the scope of a little girl like her.
Seeing Yang Ji walking forward, she waved her palace fan and walked side by side with Yang Ji: "The poem written by King Wei today is magnificent. If I were a good man, I would definitely join the army and become a centurion, and then I would put the sword on my waist." , kill Loulan."
Yang Ji praised: "My lady has such great ambitions, she is much better than those scholars who can only recite poems and compose poems all day long."
Pei Shuying asked: "Is there any difference between a scholar and a scholar who can only recite poems and compose poems?"
"There is a big difference! Real scholars learn practical knowledge, and then use this knowledge to benefit the people. The poems written by 'scholars who can only recite poems and compose poems' are the icing on the cake." Yang Ji paused for a moment and then said: "There is no need for poetry in battles, no poetry in governance, no use of poetry in memorials, and no use of poetry in government orders. Even when the younger generation accepts the consideration of the elders, there is no need for poetry. So. So. It is just a condiment in the dish, and the dish can still be eaten without the condiment.”
"What King Wei said makes sense!" Pei Shuying pursed her lips and smiled: "I wonder how long it took King Wei to write these two poems?"
Yang Ji replied slyly: "I don't know how much time other people spend. Anyway, I just come here casually."
Pei Shuying praised: "King Wei didn't care about poetry, and he could write such a masterpiece casually. It seems that for a real poet, good words and sentences are easy to come by. But Cui Gu spent more than half a month writing the poem, which is quite satisfactory. It has no characteristics, which shows that it is not the material for writing poetry."
Yang Ji nodded and said in a high-sounding voice: "Poetry is the voice of the heart, the realization and feelings in a moment. The rest is just the consideration of specific wording in order to have neat contrasts, even and oblique lines, and consistent rhymes. If it takes a long time After a lot of time modification, the final poem is just gorgeous and empty words, and the poetic meaning is beyond recognition; so I think that words and sentences do not need to deliberately pursue gorgeousness and beauty. A good poem can crush everything just by its momentum and poetic bones. Empty things.”
While walking, Yang Ji suddenly felt a soreness between his eyebrows, and a creepy uncomfortable feeling arose in his heart; he had experienced this dangerous aura countless times in fights and battlefields.
The experience honed on the battlefield allowed Yang Ji to throw Pei Shuying down among the bushes and flowers the moment he sensed the murderous attack.
Three crossbow arrows shot from three different directions on the lake, passing over the heads of Yang Ji and Pei Shuying almost at the same time, and "puff puff~" they were nailed in front of their heads. However, the dangerous atmosphere did not disappear, but became stronger.
"The assassin is looking for me, don't move here." Yang Ji knew in his heart that this was a killing plan aimed at him. If he took Pei Shuying with him, he would not only restrain himself, but might even harm her, so he whispered to him in a frightened voice. Pei Shuying, who screamed, gave an order, pressed her body hard with both hands, and instantly slid forward a few steps, then ran forward with the help of the cover of the bushes.
"Puff puff~" Amidst a series of muffled sounds, six more crossbow arrows pierced deeply behind the running Yang Ji.
The feeling of danger temporarily disappeared, and Yang Ji looked intently, seeing that the crossbow arrows were coming from three boats in the lake. This area happened to be in a remote area, with almost no guests walking around, but the other party was able to wait here, which was enough to show that someone was following him and urgently deployed this assassination operation.
No one would have thought that the assassination came from the lake. Yang Ji also thought that Furong Garden was well-defended. Therefore, when more than a dozen assassins dressed in bunts appeared in front of him with swords in hand, he couldn't help but feel solemn.
There was no unnecessary nonsense. The moment these appeared, they launched an attack on Yang Ji.
Yang Ji had already pulled out the Qilin Sword at this time. The blade of his sword was shaped like a sharp edge, and the hilt was flat, which happened to match the scabbard. When he inserted it with his backhand, the spring clicked, and it became a sword. The handle is short and about five feet six.
Seeing that there were many invading enemies, he naturally would not be stupid enough to engage in close combat with them, so he took the initiative to greet them in a pretentious manner. When he was halfway through, he combined the Qilin Sword and the scabbard into one, and turned around. , and slashed at the fastest assassin.
With their rich experience in assassinations, the assassins had calculated the length of the sword and sword, and knew where and when to strike. They did not expect Yang Ji's sword to be so weird. They were stunned for a moment and wanted to stop. footsteps, but how could Yang Ji give them a chance?
"Pfft~"
A head was chopped off by Yang Ji, and the running assassin fell straight and silently in front of Yang Ji. His limbs twitched several times and made no sound.
Yang Ji was unyielding and relied on his advantage in weapon length to use battlefield combat skills from a distance. The weapon gap of more than three feet became an insurmountable natural hazard for the assassins at this time.
"Ahhh!"
The assassin screamed in the continuous blood spray. None of the more than ten assassins who rushed up could get close to the range of Yang Ji's weapons. Just a moment later, more than a dozen assassins fell to the ground. Some had their legs broken, some had their hands broken, and the worse ones were cut in half by the sharp Qilin Sword, and arrows of blood sprayed out like a dream in the sun.
Facts have proved that the only way to assassinate is through petty fighting and sneaking around. When it comes to battlefield killing techniques, the assassin's swordsmanship and knife skills are of very limited use. Horse fighting and foot fighting are completely different things, and fighting on the battlefield is also completely different. When the assassin loses After losing the advantage of sneak attacks and weapons, their swordsmanship and sword skills have completely lost their use; more importantly, assassination is just a way for assassins to make a living, it is a kind of business, and few of them are willing to risk their lives for commissions. Life, if they miss a hit, retreat immediately is their criterion for assassination. Once they lose the chance to win, they will flee. This also makes them lose the courage and courage to face life and death. Therefore, their fighting will is not only inferior to those who march forward bravely and fight for their lives with their wounds. Generals and soldiers are even far inferior to the dead soldiers of major aristocratic families. In short, they have no professional ethics.
Compared with these assassins, Yang Ji adheres to the belief of life-and-death fighting. Naturally, he is not a match for these assassins in terms of momentum and will. On the battlefield, the first to die are often those who are greedy for life and afraid of death.
The overall situation has been decided, but Yang Ji, who has returned from the battlefield, does not dare to relax at all. Judging from the skills of these assassins, they are obviously cannon fodder. The real killer is probably still behind, but he does not know who his opponent is. Wherever he was, he pretended to walk towards Pei Shuying with a 'long sword' in his hand. At this moment, the warning sign appeared in his heart again. There was a sound of bushes behind him, and a burly green figure suddenly appeared. The horizontal sword in his hand turned into a sword. Liuguang assassinated Yang Ji on the back.
The horizontal sword has a single-sided blade, a thick ridge, a thin blade, and a straight ridge. The Japanese samurai swords of later generations imitated this sword and were very sharp.
Yang Ji's body twisted strangely under the unbelievable situation. His perfect control of his body and preparation allowed him to avoid the knife at the last moment, and at the same time, he also conveniently folded the folding fan that looked like an iron rod when it was put together. Stabbed the assassin.
The opponent was obviously surprised when Yang Ji avoided this fatal blow. However, the opponent also avoided the folding fan and attacked again like a shadow, with extremely high control over the sword in his opponent's hand.
"Hmph!" A cold light flashed in Yang Ji's eyes, and the iron fan blocked the air. With a 'dang' sound, the opponent's knife was deflected. Although the amplitude was not large, it was enough to avoid the vital point, causing the opponent to lose the final blow. Seeing the opportunity for assassination, he quickly retreated and said in a Jiangnan accent: "King Wei is so capable!"
Yang Ji turned around and saw a man in green wearing a mask. He didn't ask any questions and threw the fan over first. He followed closely and rushed towards the burly assassin. When the opponent knocked the fan away , slashed towards the opponent's neck with a sword, the force of the sword was sharp and suffocating.
This person is Zhang Zhongjian hired by He Ruobi. Although He Ruobi is dead, he is the head of an organization after all. Since he has received 30,000 taels of gold from others, what needs to be done must be done. It would be best if he could kill Yang Ji. , it doesn’t matter if you can’t kill him, but at least you can show your subordinates that you stick to your word and keep your promises.
But what was unexpected was that he had already expressed his stance of retreating, but Yang Ji did not greet him at all, nor did he ask him why he attacked people with cold arrows, etc. He would kill someone with one strike and acted extremely decisively and ruthlessly. .
Yang Ji's sword was too fierce, so Zhang Zhongjian quickly raised his sword to fight. The swords struck each other, and there was only a "click" sound. Zhang Zhongjian's horizontal sword was cut in two by the Qilin sword. The power of the long sword was not gone, and the sharp blade struck him hard on the neck. Cut down diagonally.
The unexpected broken sword shocked Zhang Zhongjian to the point of splitting his liver and gallbladder. Seeing that the blade had reached his neck, he roared and leaned back, narrowly avoiding the fatal sword strike.
Although he was tall and tall, his agility was extremely flexible. While raising his head, he jumped up and somersaulted in the air. In an instant, he was over ten feet away. Before he could continue the somersault, Yang Ji stepped forward and raised his long sword. He stabbed forward suddenly, and with a pop, the tip of the sword pierced his butt.
"Ah" Zhang Zhongjian screamed and continued the unfinished somersault. As a result, a long and bone-deep wound was torn open on his buttocks, but he didn't care at this time and took advantage of the sword tip to escape. When the body and Yang Ji recharged their strength, they dug forward on all fours. Before Yang Ji could catch up, the body jumped forward like a tiger. After several consecutive times, he jumped into the lake with a "pop".
Yang Ji did not pursue him, but at this moment, he did not dare to relax at all. The impulse brought to him by the previous burst of crossbow arrows was too great.
He stood there silently watching the man in the lake. Soon, the man swam to the boat dozens of meters away. When the man was picked up by the people on the boat, his mask also fell off. When he looked here subconsciously, Yang Ji also remembered this person's appearance.
After they walked away, Yang Jicai took apart the sword, picked up the folding fan, walked towards Pei Shuying, whose face had changed drastically and was trembling, and helped her up: "Ms. Shuying, everything is fine!"
Pei Shuying suddenly threw herself into his arms and cried bitterly.
For Yang Ji, except for the first hidden arrow, this assassination was almost like a joke. Everything was under control. Naturally, there was no worry in his heart. However, Pei Shuying was always in fear because she was afraid that she would affect Yang. Ji, he tightly covered his mouth and did not dare to make a sound. This fear was countless times greater than that of Yang Ji who was in the game. It was not until Yang Ji returned from victory that he dared to cry and vent the fear in his heart.
After a long time, she calmed down and said in a trembling voice: "King Wei, let's go to a crowded place."
There are all kinds of ferocious beasts these days. Quite a few people died of illness, starvation, and were killed by bandits. Pei Shuying was not someone who had never seen corpses. She was not afraid of the tragic scene on the ground. It was just that the fight was really... It frightened her out of her wits.
"Okay!" Yang Ji saw that the seriously injured assassins had committed suicide by taking poison, and he didn't want to stay here any longer.
After leaving, he ordered the patrol soldiers to come and clean up the mess.
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