"In Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, there are peach blossom fairies in Peach Blossom Temple. Peach Blossom Fairies plant peach trees and pick peach blossoms in exchange for wine money. They only come to sit in front of flowers when they are sober, and they come to sleep under flowers when they are drunk. Half awake and half drunk day after day, the flowers Falling flowers bloom year after year. I hope that I will die in the midst of flowers and wine, unwilling to bow in front of chariots and horses. The dust of chariots and horses are noble, but the wine-cup branches are destined to be poor and humble. If you compare the rich and the poor, one will be on the ground and the other will be in the sky. If you will Flowers and wine are better than chariots and horses, he has to drive and I have free time. Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others because they can't see through it. There are no tombs of heroes in Wuling, and there are no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields."
"Okay, okay, okay! I'm so good that others can't see through it! Your Highness's work, even if Su Zizhan was alive, he would feel inferior to it!" Zhou Tong clapped his hands and praised, Su Zizhan was talking about Su Shi, the Eight Great Masters of the Northern Song Dynasty As one of the most famous poets in China, it can be compared with him, which shows the high status of "Peach Blossom Song" in Zhou Tong's heart.
"No...impossible." Wang Yushi's eyes were full of disbelief, and his old face couldn't help but twitch twice, and he said: "This seven-character poem is a new approach, it has its own style, and the artistic conception it creates is completely inconsistent with His Highness himself. I don't believe it. This is what His Highness did!”
Zhao Kai, who was also shocked when he heard this, immediately reacted and echoed: "Although the younger brother should not question the elder brother, this work expresses more like a drinker who sees through the world. The elder brother has the same identity as him. They don’t get along, and I’m not a drinker either, so how can I feel this way?”
"That's right! Zhao Huan, others don't know what your level is, and I, Cai Chen, don't know yet? When we were children at Shushan Academy, you were the worst academically. How could you suddenly become so good today? You must be a copycat. I stole someone else’s work!”
"You are talking nonsense! I, Brother Huan, have not..." Zhao Yingluo was furious, her little face under the scarf turned red.
Beside the pond, a colorful lark stood on the rockery, watching all this with sparkling eyes...
Jiang Mu gently patted Zhao Yingluo's arm, indicating that she did not need to argue with him, but looked at Zhou Tong.
Zhou Tong touched his mustache. He was not qualified to participate in this kind of court dispute, and he did not want to participate. However, seeing that the argument was still going on, he had to say: "My lords, please listen to what Mr. Zhou has to say!"
Everyone was quiet for a moment, and he said: "Poems are meant to express one's thoughts and be used for entertainment. Aren't you here trying to compose poems by forcefully borrowing others' intentions?"
At this point, Jiang Mu thought he was going to help him, but what he said next made Jiang Mu scold him.
"However, Zhou is also very curious about King Ding's talent and learning. Such a seven-character poem is really fresh. How about this? I will ask another question, and Your Highness will compose another one. It does not need to reach the level of a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, but only needs to be excellent. Your Highness and everyone What do you think, sir?"
Jiang Mu has a feeling that Zhou Tong seems to be in great need of poetry, that's right! Definitely not a liking, just a simple need...
"I have no objection. I'm afraid that after I make it, some people will not be able to afford it and start to default on their debts!" Jiang Mu felt helpless, but it was just a masterpiece, as long as it was not a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.
"Not to mention a mere 5,000 taels, even a hundred thousand taels, I, Cai Chen, can afford the bet, as long as you can make another song!" Cai Chen said unconvinced.
"oh?"
Jiang Mu immediately raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "I remember that Secretary Cai was able to give out one hundred thousand taels after only serving for two years. It seems that Secretary Cai has accepted bribes in the past two years. I don't know how many professionals are sitting here. For bribery..." He said, looking at the officials.
These words hit the lungs of most people sitting here.
Cai Chen's face turned pale, and he knew that he had let the news slip, and said angrily: "Zhao Huan! Don't slander anyone. When have I ever accepted a bribe? Believe it or not, I will accuse you of fabricating facts!"
"His Highness insults our innocence like this, I will definitely go to the palace to remonstrate with the officials."
"Cai Chen is the son of Mr. Cai. One hundred thousand taels of silver should not be difficult for Mr. Cai's government, right? Why would eldest brother insult someone's innocence?"
Jiang Mu had a smile on his face: "Oh, you also know how to insult people's innocence, so what if you accuse me of plagiarism?"
"you....."
"Everyone! This is our Demon Suppression Department, not the court. Please don't argue here!"
Seeing that he was about to be laughed at again, Zhou Tong immediately stopped him and looked at Jiang Mu and said: "Your Highness, don't worry, this time, no one will doubt whether your Highness is plagiarized, otherwise I, Mr. Zhou, will personally ask him to come down and tell me You are never allowed to enter our Jingshi Mountain!"
Jiang Mu thought to himself, what I want is your words, otherwise if you ask me to compose another song after this time, I won’t be able to compose it at all!
"In this case, please ask Director Zhou to come up with a question..."
Zhou Tong glanced at Zhao Kai and other officials, his brows suddenly frowned, and he changed his easy-going attitude before and said: "Since all of you are innocent, you must be ministers who care about the country and the people. I dare to ask Your Highness! If so. Sir, what should I do?"
"In what capacity is the director asking this question?"
Zhou Tong did not hesitate at all, "One of the people of the Song Dynasty..."
Jiang Mu nodded, then picked up the pen, thought about it, put it down again, walked slowly to the edge of the pond, and looked up at the lark on the rockery.
The lark was not afraid of him and even looked at him. Whether it was an illusion or not, Jiang Mu actually saw anticipation in its eyes.
"Haha, just say it if you can't do it, why bother pretending..." Seeing Jiang Mu standing there without saying a word, Cai Yi couldn't help but sneered.
At this moment, Jiang Mu suddenly turned back and stared at him with anger in his eyes.
"you!"
"I was so angry that I leaned against the railing, and the mist of rain stopped. I looked up, and roared to the sky, with strong ambitions. After seventeen years, white clouds have been left on my body, and I wish I could drive away the evil spirits. Don't wait, for the young man's head will turn gray, and he will be filled with sorrow..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Jiang Mu was just about to read, when a burst of crying came suddenly, but Jiang Mu was not interrupted by it, and continued to read: "The shame of Yan Yun has not yet snowed, and the hatred of a gentleman, when will it be destroyed? Drive a long chariot and trample through it." The Helan Mountains are missing. I have great ambitions to eat the meat of Huns, laugh and drink the blood of Huns, and start over again, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and build the palace towards the sky!"
I still remember going to the cinema to watch "Red on the River" in my last life, and the full text of "Red on the River" was played on the big screen at the end. Even after a thousand years, Jiang Mu was still affected by the tragic heroism and unfulfilled ambition in the poem.
Now, although he had changed some of the contents, he read it sonorously and forcefully, and everyone was still shocked by his momentum. For a moment, there was only that cry, which seemed very miserable...
Jiang Mu followed the voice and saw another old man about the same age as Mi Fu and Wang Yushi.
"Why is the old husband crying so much?" Jiang Mu asked puzzledly.
"Going back to your highness, the veteran Chen He, because the officials only know how to advocate luxury and don't know the sufferings of the people. Although the respected King Yun is wise, he only knows elegant tunes and has no concern for the country. Fortunately, your highness cares about the world and knows that The country hates you, this is the blessing of the world, the blessing of the people, and the blessing of the Zhao family!" The old man knelt down and worshiped.
Jiang Mu really dared to move this time, without any pretense.
Chen He, if his guess is correct, is the Chen He who impeached Tong Guan and Huang Jingchen and was disliked by Zhao Ji.
It is said that he was impeaching him in person at that time. Zhao Ji became impatient and wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, Chen He was also stubborn and held on to Zhao Ji until he finished speaking. As a result, he used too much force and directly cut off Zhao Ji's body. Sleeves ripped off.
Zhao Ji was about to rebuke, but Chen He said: "The official's clothes are broken, how can I be willing to break my head to repay the official..."
At that time, Zhao Ji was moved by his sincerity and said, "If you can do this, why should I worry?"
I thought this was going to be a good story for the emperor and his ministers for eternity, but I didn't expect that Chen He would be demoted to Tongzhou the next day...
Now looking at the crying old man, Jiang Mu only said in his heart, "This time he is a true scholar!"
"Master Chen, please get up quickly. This is my duty."
He stretched out his hand to help him up, and Li Gang, who was sitting not far from him, also said, "Don't do this, Mr. Chen Xiu. This is the Demon Suppression Division. Please restrain yourself!"
Li Gang was afraid that if he said anything more and the news spread, Jiang Mu would be harmed, so he quickly interrupted the two of them.
Zhou Tong glanced at everyone and saw that no one spoke, and said: "The two works of King Ding can be passed down through the ages. Do you have any objections?"
Although Zhao Kai wanted to say he had objections, he had to admit that for a moment just now, he was also infected, but it was only for a moment...
"I have no objection, so it should be like this. It's just that the eldest brother has hidden it too deep to have such a method. After returning, the younger brother must explain it to his father..." He gritted his teeth and looked at Jiang Mu.
I have to go back and file a complaint, especially what Chen He said just now.
Jiang Mu frowned, thinking that he was too ostentatious this time, but there was nothing he could do about it. Who told Zhou Tong to compose his own poems...
Zhao Kai had already admitted defeat, and the officials who supported him naturally had no objections. Of course, they did not dare.
"In this case, Zhou will give this sword to King Ding!" Zhou Tong laughed and returned to his previous carefree and easy-going appearance.
Jiang Mu took the mahogany sword and saw that the sword was about three feet long. It was black and red. The body of the sword was engraved with Sanskrit charms. The sword grid was a black cup of Tai Chi yin and yang fish. There was a thumb-sized white piece tied with a red rope on the hilt. jade pendant...
Jiang Mu chuckled, put away his sword, and looked at Zhao Kai and others: "Everyone, don't forget, 5,000 taels..."
"Hmph! It's only 5,000 taels, and I still haven't..."
Jiang Mu: "Huh?"
"I...I will raise all the money even if I sell the pot and sell it!"
"Hahaha, if that's the case, then the king will no longer issue IOUs to you. Please try your best to deliver it to my house within three days!"
Jiang Mu laughed, not bad, a peach wood sword with full of BUFFs and one hundred thousand taels of silver is not a loss.
Zhao Kai didn't dare to make trouble with Jiang Mu anymore. After Zhou Tong got several excellent poems and two masterpieces, he stopped causing trouble. The banquet started again, and everyone enjoyed themselves again...
Beside the pond, the lark on the rockery turned its head and glanced at Jiang Mu, then flapped its wings and flew away.
At the same time, elsewhere, Li Yian, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his beautiful eyes, and then curved them into crescent moons.
"What a good King Ding...hehe..."
