I, Zhang Shengren, am old. He was born in 912 AD, the second year of Qianhua in the Later Liang Dynasty. I am already fifty-one years old this year.
This year, veteran comrade Zhu Quanzhong also led his troops northward at the beginning of the year in an attempt to rescue Liu Shouguang of Youzhou who was violently beaten by Li Cunxu.
Then he left the sigh that having a son would be like Li Yazi, but then the King of Qin walked around the pillar and was killed by his son Zhu Yougui.
When Zhang Shengren was born, the Tang Dynasty was completely destroyed for less than five years, so if we look at it more broadly, Zhang Yan can even be regarded as one of the heroes in the late Tang Dynasty.
In Kaifeng Mansion, Tokyo, beside the Bian River, in the Lan Yue Farewell Palace, fifty-one-year-old Zhang Gao gently took off the mourning clothes he had worn for twenty-seven days. Twenty-seven days ago, his biological mother, the Empress Dowager Song, died of illness. He is sixty-seven years old.
In Song's life, she married a husband she didn't want to marry, and then she became a widow before the age of twenty. It was expected that life would be extremely difficult.
But at the age of forty, his son Zhang Yan suddenly skyrocketed to the top, until he established this great empire that has never been forgotten.
From a personal life point of view, Song's life was rough. She survived as a widow for forty-seven years. She believed in Buddhism and didn't care much about enjoyment. In her later years, she became obsessed with religion and refused to recognize Zhang Yan as her son. .
Because Ms. Song felt that she was not so lucky to give birth to a living Buddha who was a disciple of the Buddha, she even wanted to kneel down and worship the Buddha after meeting Zhang Yan.
This made Zhang Yan very embarrassed, so mother and son had not seen each other much since ten years ago, except for the four o'clock and eight festivals.
Zhang Gao ordered people to build the Yusheng Temple on Longmen Mountain specifically for his biological mother Song, and invited Song's favorite bhikshunis, who were full of knowledge, to live with her in Yousheng Temple and practice.
He also opened a new grotto on Longmen Mountain and provided more than 300 large and small Buddha statues to the Song family.
This was the largest civil servant project in the Zhangzhou Dynasty, which did not even build county walls, except for river embankments and water conservancy.
The Song family was kind-hearted and did not want to harm the compassion of the Buddha by damaging human lives by digging caves. She specially turned all the gold and silver that Zhang Gao had given her into rice and cloth and distributed them to the people. She also often participated in cooking porridge and rice herself. Giving alms can be regarded as dispersing all the extravagant wealth.
After her death, the empress dowager had only three sets of clothes and two sets of gold jewellery, in addition to her court clothes, gowns and corresponding jewellery. She was served by six bhikkhunis and had no more than thirty gold and silver treasures in her possession.
Therefore, in the last ten years of her life, Song's reputation among the people was very high. On the day of her funeral, tens of thousands of people from various prefectures and counties spontaneously mourned her.
Zhang Yan's feelings for the Song family are actually not that deep. This body was separated from his mother when he was more than a year old. Compared with the Song family, he is familiar with and relies on his aunt Li.
By the time they reached the Central Plains of Dingding, the Song family had been living in seclusion, and they rarely got together in the next ten years.
But when Mr. Song passed away, Zhang Gao felt a sadness that he didn't know where it came from, stuck in his chest, and it was difficult to dissipate for a long time.
And the one who can dispel the sadness in Zhang Shengren's heart is naturally the only treasure in his palm, the third daughter of the emperor, Duke Qi, Zhang Qinan, who was born to Queen Cao Yanxi.
Well, it would have been okay to marry the second daughter of the emperor, Pei Quanfu, the eldest son of Pei Quanfu, to Zhang Qixiu, but Zhang Qixiu is now in confinement, and only Zhang Qinan is here.
Looking at his third daughter, who is twenty-three years old this year but is still as charming and naive as a young girl, the sadness in Zhang Yan's heart has indeed improved a lot.
But when he suddenly saw the tall and handsome man behind Zhang Qinan, who was somewhat similar to Zun Long and had a more noble and elegant temperament, he immediately frowned.
This person is none other than the third son-in-law of Zhang Shengren, the sixth son of King Li Jing of Wu. He is a Hanlin scholar, the imperial concubine of the central government, the Prince Consort of Qi, and the Duke of Jiangning. His real name is Li Congjia, but Zhang Jie gave him the unusual name Yu. Li Yu.
Li Yu is currently wearing a cyan flowered robe and a net scarf on his head, making him look chic.
The reason why this is possible is because the Cisheng Empress Dowager Song once said when she was dying that she believed in Buddhism all her life and only wished that the people of the world would be safe and happy, and that she should not make all the people of the world unhappy because of her.
Therefore, Zhang Gao was specially ordered to issue an order. After her death, the whole country shortened the twenty-seven-month mourning period to twenty-seven days.
As soon as Li Yu came in, he saw the emperor's father-in-law watching, and his scalp immediately went numb.
Sure enough, before he even saluted, Zhang Hao immediately asked, "What poems has my son composed recently? Do you have any good lines to offer?"
Before Li Yu could speak, Zhang Qinan started to pull Zhang Hao's arm and act coquettishly, "Brother, my grandmother passed away recently. Liu Lang and his daughter are extremely sad. How can they have the heart to write poems?"
Li Yu was completely fascinated by Zhang Qinan. After four years of marriage, she still looked at her husband with stringy eyes.
But it’s normal to think about it. If in later generations there was a great writer who won the Nobel Prize for Literature and the Mao Dun Prize for Literature and was as handsome as Zunlong, let alone women, men would be confused.
Li Yu secretly gave Zhang Qinan a thumbs up and continued speaking quickly, his head pecking at rice like a chicken.
Although he liked poetry and was particularly good at poetry, every time he sang with Zhang Qinan or outside literati, he received deafening praise. People at the time even praised him as Li Taibai of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
But only when I came to my father-in-law Zhang Shengren, I repeatedly asked him if he had any new works, but after I presented them to him, I was bound to get a scolding from him.
This made Li Yu feel very uncomfortable. Although the emperor's father-in-law was also a great poet, were the poems he wrote really difficult? Not so!
"Alas!" Zhang Yan looked at Li Yu, who now looked super rich and handsome, and suddenly sighed with emotion.
"It was me who harmed you, it was me who harmed you!"
As soon as he said this, Li Yu was even more confused. Although he was afraid that Zhang Yan would always ask him about poetry, he could feel that his father-in-law was very good to him.
Since his father Wu Wang Li Jing dedicated his land fourteen years ago, Li Yu, as the son of the subjugated king, not only has not been persecuted, but has been taken into the palace to always accompany the princes and princesses. Many of the emperor's sons have no titles, and he, Li Yu, He is already the Duke of Jiangning County.
Among the rewards given in the Four Seasons and Eight Festivals, his brothers and sisters were all treated as ordinary descendants of honorable ministers, except Li Yu who was treated like the emperor's own son.
Before he was fourteen years old, he didn't even need a jade tablet to enter and leave the forbidden palace. Every year, he was ordered to accompany him on inspection tours all over the world, making the disciples of Zhang Zhou's subordinates red with envy.
When he grew up, he married the emperor's most beloved daughter and the queen's first child, the Duke of Qi, Zhang Qinan.
It is not an exaggeration to say that this honor is the best in the world.
There have even been rumors circulating for some time, saying that the emperor met Li Yu's mother Zhong when he entered Guanzhong to quell the chaos. Therefore, Li Yu was actually Emperor Zhang's biological son.
The rumors were so true that Li Yu actually suspected that he might really be Zhang Shengren's son. It wasn't until he married the princess of Qi that the rumors were extinguished.
Therefore, Li Yu was very grateful to Zhang Shengren, especially after comparing the treatment of Meng Chang and others, he regarded Zhang Shengren as his real father.
Now when he heard that I, Zhang Shengren, said that I had harmed him, although Li Yu didn't know why, he immediately knelt down on the ground, pulled the corner of Zhang Yan's clothes and said:
"Why did Yaye say this? The child has been taught by Yaye since he was a child. He has been greatly favored and given a good relationship and a life of wealth. Ten thousand deaths are not enough to repay him. Yaye said this, and Yu really can't bear it."
Hearing what this ancient poet said, Zhang Hao sighed again.
Historically, Li Yu's life can be said to be a failure, but the country is unlucky and the poet is lucky. Li's posthumous reputation and status in Chinese history and Chinese literary history can be said to be as majestic and magnificent as the Nantianmen.
But in this time and space, no matter how hard Zhang Hao pushed, without the extremely painful experience in the original time and space, the words Li Yu wrote were completely different.
He couldn't write, the water falls and the flowers fall, the spring passes, heaven and earth. Such a poignant and beautiful poem.
Instead, he wrote a lot of "Liehua lanterns" similar to Liu Sanbian's, thousands of households. All over Jiumo, the fragrance of Luo Qi spreads slightly in the wind. Ten miles of crimson trees. Aoshan Mountain is towering, and the sky is noisy with flutes and drums. 'Wait for this kind of rich and noble human word.
How could this Zhang Zhi not be in a hurry? If Empress Li disappeared from the history of Chinese literature, how would he explain it to future generations?
Thinking of this, Zhang Hao cheered up and pulled Li Yu up from the ground, looked at him with the utmost patience and said:
"Rokuro, can you not write about the world of wealth and wealth, but can you write about the sorrow and sadness of the country being destroyed and the family being destroyed, and the sorrow and regret of the homeland no longer being there?
If you have some problems with substituting, could you try substituting your father? "
Plop! Li Yu knelt down directly, and then burst into tears, "Sage, the father of his sons and ministers has never felt the sorrow and regret that his motherland is no longer around!
He knew very well that the saint regarded him as his younger brother and treated me, Mr. Li, with great kindness. Every day at home, he lamented that he should have dedicated his country to the saint earlier and revived the dynasty with the saint's tail, without any resentment! "
This time, not only Li Yu was frightened, but also Qi Guogong Zhang Qinan was frightened, because Li Yu's words were half true and half false.
This guy Li Jing seems to have gone crazy these years. While saying that he should donate his soil as a meritorious official as soon as possible, he also wants to commit suicide to get a temple title and posthumous title that only a king can have after his death.
Fortunately, Zhang Yan ignored him. Zhang Shengren knew that his sworn brother Xiantu had been drinking heavily for more than ten years every day. If he didn't drink five or eight pounds a day, he would have developed alcohol dependence long ago and his brain would be damaged. So drunk.
But Zhang Hao thought so himself, but others were afraid. In history, there were many emperors who became mediocre and evil when they entered old age.
The couple's words made Zhang Yan even more irritated. Although he was fifty-one years old now, his beard and hair were not gray at all. He was physically strong and could ride a strong horse and shoot a strong bow. He hated people thinking he was old.
"What are you worrying about all day long? Your father is like that, can I be as knowledgeable as a drunkard?" Zhang Yan had no choice but to resort to plagiarism.
"I mean, see if you can write a poem like this."
Zhang Hao adjusted his mood and slowly chanted: "The flowers in the forest have withered the spring flowers in a hurry. The cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening."
As soon as this sentence came out, Li Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, like two light bulbs, and he slowly chanted along:
"The flowers in the forest have faded their spring reds. It's beautiful and urgent. It's beautiful and urgent! It's so hurried and contains infinite regret and melancholy.
Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Not only are the words beautiful, but the transitions are faster, it can be said that there are twists and turns.
Yeah, please do the xiaque now. The xiaque must be a quatrain that bursts out of gentle sadness. "
Fuck you!
The veins on Zhang Yan's forehead popped out, and he really wanted to slap Li Yu on the head. Do I want to hear you praise the party? I just want you to finish your sentence!
However, looking at Li Yu's extremely longing and admiring eyes, Zhang Hao also hesitated to spit out the words in his mouth. He quickly gathered his mood and slowly chanted again.
"The tears of rouge leave people drunk, no matter how long they last. Of course, life grows and hates the water."
Li Yu was suddenly stunned. At this moment, he felt that he had written so many touted poems about wealth, but none of them had the impact of this one.
Each one of them was better than a million songs, and he also felt that there was a strange sense of familiarity, as if he should have composed the lyrics for this song.
Over there, Zhang Qinan had already held his father Zhang Yan's arm, tears streaming down his face.
"Yeah, don't be sad anymore, my grandmother has passed away and is reunited with her grandfather.
It was unlikely that she would see the old man Huan Zu in the Paradise. He was happily telling them about Ye Ye's contribution to revitalizing the Zhang family and reviving the great dynasty. "
Well, life is full of sorrow, which can be said to be the sadness caused by the death of a close relative.
And Li Yu was still swaying in a daze like he was drinking alcohol. At this moment, he felt that he had endless literary talent, as if it was about to pop out of his mind, but he was always stopped at the last moment. He was extremely uncomfortable and could hardly breathe.
At this time, the fourth son of the emperor, Zhang Xianjing, who was granted the title of Duke of Dunhuang, walked in quickly from outside. When he saw his father Zhang Xian, he shouted with great joy: "Master, my second brother has sent good news from Persia!"
"Persia?" Zhang Yan was a little surprised. How long had it been, just over three years ago, that the fat little black guy Zhang Xianyu had gone to Persia?
"Yes!" Zhang Xianjing laughed and opened the good news and read it loudly: "The camp was deployed in the middle of the river, and we reported the good news to our father in Shiraz, the old capital of Persia, thousands of miles away.
In November of the third year of Qianyuan, Er crossed Mulu and attacked Khorasan. He won the first battle at Mashhad and fell into the capital of Khorasan. In the second battle, he captured the important Persian town of Semnan.
In March of the fourth year of Qianyuan, the army fought a decisive battle with an army of more than 100,000 led by the food tyrant Adud Daulai at Jiasan Fort southwest of Semnan.
Fortunately, with the protection of his father, and with the help of his officers and soldiers, they defeated the great food army, beheaded 40,000 people, captured more than 100,000 people, and lost all their baggage, grain, cattle and horses. Now they have conquered important towns such as Krai, Isfahan, and Shiraz.
In addition, dozens of the mother, aunts, sisters, nieces, daughters, etc. of the great food tyrant Adud Daulai were captured and escorted all to Luoyang, the sacred capital. "
"Hahahaha!" Zhang Yan couldn't help laughing excitedly, and immediately let go of Li Yu who was stuck in the orifice and couldn't break through.
"Erlang is worthy of my personal training for many years. This battle made the great cannibals completely frightened and firmly occupied the land of Persia.
I think back to the Tang Dynasty, when Gao Xianzhi slaughtered Shiguocheng out of greed and pushed the nine surnames of Zhaowu who were originally devoted to me to the side of the cannibals. I deeply regret it.
The wish of the former loyal and loyal kings of Persia, Belus and Ninishi, to return to their country will finally be fulfilled. "
"Erlang must have a plan to further defeat Dashi in his victory report!" Zhang Hao continued to ask.
Zhang Xianjing nodded in surprise, "Master, Shengming Zhuzhao does exist!"
With that said, Zhang Xianjing told Zhang Xian the strategy discussed by Zhang Xianyu, Bai Congxin, Hu Guang and others.
Then Zhang Xian immediately decided to support it, because he understood that Zhang Xianyu was taught by himself, Bai Congxin and Hu Guang were both great talents, and they were in the river, so they must understand the specific situation they were in better than Zhang Xian .
The plan the three of them discussed is definitely the most reliable and feasible plan.
"Tomorrow there will be a meeting of the imperial court. The people from Mingshu Province and above, the ministers from Shizhong and above, the envoys from the Privy Council and above, and everyone from Zhongshu Zhaowu, Qionglin Academy, and Shangshu Hanlin Academy will all attend."
