"Zhongjing, what is this?" Jingjue looked at these three bags with a confused look, which had the same style, color, and even the method of fastening the bag.
Some people wondered what kind of tricks this nephew was up to.
"Master, these three tips are all made by one person.
And this man, with his own efforts, put down the Zhu family's rebellion in Jiangnan during the Song Dynasty. "
"Is it him?" Although Jingjue was forced into the monastery, the nephew in front of him would often write down what he saw and heard in letters and send them to him.
Let yourself who is far away in the Heian Jing Temple be able to know everything in the world.
Facing the shocked expression of Master Jingjue, Fujiwara Tadai, who was hesitating whether to open these three tips now, simply told his legendary experience in Suzhou during the Song Dynasty.
He described his historic meeting with the young legend of the Song Dynasty and how Gao Zhang valued him very much and regarded him as a confidant.
He also introduced him to Cai Yao, Cai Ge Lao, the son of the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty, and Tong Zhisheng, Tong Lang, the son of Tong Guan, a powerful eunuch who held military power.
Jingjue was very moved when he heard that these three tips were handed over to his nephew by Gao Xuanfu, who was very sympathetic to Fujiwara Tadayi's fate.
And he also told him that if you feel that you have reached the end of your rope, or if you feel that your future is bleak, open it again.
Jingjue first bowed deeply to the three kits devoutly, and then shouted to Fujiwara Tadai.
"Zhongjing, open them, maybe this is your destiny."
Fujiwara Tadai glanced at his uncle, nodded heavily, and opened the first bag of tips.
When he carefully unfolded the rice paper he took out of the brocade bag.
The uncle beside him was sleeping quietly and read out the above words in his voice that was trembling with excessive excitement.
"How can a man live in the world between heaven and earth and be depressed by living under human beings for a long time?"
Hiss... Fujiwara Tadayi was shocked and fell to the ground. He was so heroic, so unruly, and so rebellious that he made heart-stopping rhetoric.
It was like a burst of thunder, or like bolts of lightning, striking his body and the depths of his soul.
The seed of his karma that was already deep in his heart, why should I, Fujiwara Tadai, have to submit to such humiliation, was whipped to the point of ecstasy.
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It began to twist and stretch, as if it began to cleanse Fujiwara Tadai's body and mind.
Jingjue on the side, I don’t know when, Ye was already crying like rain, beating his chest and screaming in the cold wind and snow night.
And Fujiwara Tadai stared blankly at the words, and that thought flashed through his mind again.
I, Fujiwara Gyōdō, and my entire family are all heroes of the world, but we have been so unfairly treated. Why should I feel so wronged to myself? !
Why should I retreat again and again? Suddenly I recalled the words of the heroic Emperor Wu of Wei in "Wei Wu", which were like morning bells and evening drums.
"I would rather teach me to betray the world than teach the world to betray me."
Fujiwara Tadai bit his lip and opened the second bag of tips, but he said the same thing.
However, this calligraphy is obviously not the same person as the first one.
The uncle and nephew looked carefully and saw that the first one was signed by Gao Xuanfu, and the signature on the second one was actually the handwriting of Cai Yao, the beloved son of Cai Jing, the prime minister of the Song Dynasty.
The uncle and nephew looked at each other, and then their eyes fell on the third kit involuntarily.
This time, it was Jingjue who stretched out his arm covered with burn scars and opened the third kit.
This person's writing style was clumsy and full of childishness, but the force that penetrated the back of the paper made Uncle and Nephew Fujiwara Tadai feel a bit of a cold spirit.
And when he saw the signed name, Jingjue on the side couldn't help but clasped his hands and raised his head.
"Could it be fate?"
"Uncle, you..."
"Let's call the poor monk Jingjue. The fate of Fujiwara's teachings is now entirely tied to you."
"Although the poor monk is no longer in the mortal world, he is still willing to die in the service of the lord."
"Master, what do you mean by this?"
"My lord, can't you see it? There is a saying in the Song Dynasty that only three things are worth it."
"Now, this Gao Xuanfu who favors you must be pitying the tragic fate of my family, Fujiwara Gyotong, and I hope you can cheer up."
"And Cai and Tong are his close friends, and they will definitely advance and retreat together with him."
"My lord has been expelled from Heianjing a long time ago. He is far away from politics and can only waste his time on Kyushu Island."
"But the poor monk and Jingyuan were detained in the monastery in Heianjing to practice hard. They originally thought they could escape the disaster. Unexpectedly..."
"Now, my lord has reached a point of desperation. Since others don't want my lord to live, why doesn't my lord use their power to survive in death?"
"The power of the Song Dynasty is ten times and a hundred times that of the Japanese. These three are all heroes of the younger generation of the Song Dynasty, and they all have high hopes for the Lord."
"What's more, the fathers of these three people, whether they are Cai Jing, Gao Qiu, or Tong Guan, are all powerful figures in the Song Dynasty..."
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The biting wind and snow outside were roaring, and at this moment, the door of the house was closed tightly. A group of loyal retainers and warriors of the Fujiwara family surrounded the entire courtyard vigilantly, forbidding anyone from approaching here.
Fujiwara Tadai sat silently with his head lowered, looking at the three calligraphy pieces that were definitely worth tens of thousands of gold to him.
This represents the goodwill shown to him by the three children of the Song Dynasty's big shots, and the expectations full of encouragement.
The words of his uncle, who had already regarded him as the last hope of the Fujiwara clan, made Fujiwara Tadai clenched his hands into fists.
"In your opinion, Master, what should I do?"
Facing the fighting spirit that began to surge in Fujiwara Tadai's eyes, Jingjue touched the scar on his face.
"In the humble monk's opinion, it is best for my lord to rush back to Suzhou in the Song Dynasty immediately and ask for an audience with Gao Xuanfu."
“However, we need to prepare enough and precious gifts, and we also need to think carefully about what we can do to impress him.
Gao Xuanfu, who was able to astonish the Song Dynasty with his talent and both civil and military skills, could help his lord. "
The uncle and nephew didn't even light the candle, they just gathered in front of the charcoal stove, whispering quietly with the charcoal fire flickering on and off.
Although he, Fujiwara Tadai, was squeezed out and suppressed by the current leaders of the Fujiwara clan, after all, he still had a large group of loyal retainers around him.
Although he was forced to stay away from Heianjing, the political center of the Japanese country, he at least protected many of the resources of his grandfather and his father's generation.
In a blink of an eye, I only stayed in Nagasaki for five days, after unloading all the cargo from the fleet.
After Fujiwara Tadai arranged the matter, he once again set off towards Suzhou in the Song Dynasty.
(End of chapter)
