The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

After Emperor Daojun listened to Zhao Kai's account in the palace, he was so angry that he threw all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the imperial book case on the ground.

"Goddam, Goddam, this guy is so cunning, so cunning!"

After Emperor Daojun roared, he was silent for a moment and looked at Zhao Kai: "Third brother, can Qin Hui come up with 20 taels of silver?"

Zhao Kai lowered his head and said: "Dad, Qin Hui shouldn't be able to get it. His father was just a county magistrate back then. Although he was later corrected, he only became a county magistrate. At first, he worked as a private school teacher and relied on tuition fees to survive. , where did you get so much money?"

Emperor Daojun said strangely: "The second brother asked him to pay a huge compensation of 20 taels. Where can he get it?"

Zhao Kai said: "Father has forgotten that Qin Hui's wife is the granddaughter of Wang Gui, the prime minister of the Shenzong Dynasty. She was called out at the Donghua Gate and her son-in-law was arrested. The dowry alone is worth 20 yuan!"

"I have indeed forgotten that Qin Hui is the son-in-law of the Wang family." Emperor Daojun looked thoughtful, but then he looked even worse. He stretched out his hand and slammed the table: "They are all rich, they are all rich, and they are all richer than me. money!"

Zhao Kai's face twitched and he lowered his head and dared not speak. He knew that the national treasury was short of money, and the small treasury of Emperor Daojun was also in trouble. Although Cai Sui privately exercised the power of prime minister, Jianxuan and Kushi Gongsi, there was nowhere to plunder. In the past few years, there have been continuous wars, and the treasury in various places has long been empty. What's more, the expenses of Emperor Daojun are huge, which is unmatched by the previous emperors. Gen Yue alone spent millions on repayment. If cultivation is not completed, daily life will become extravagant and chaotic, all of which must be supported by money.

Emperor Daojun saw that he was silent, and the more he thought about it, the more angry and annoyed he became, so he wanted to lift the table, but the imperial writing case was so big and heavy that he could not lift it. He raised his hands several times and failed, so he had to give up. But he cursed: "Corrupt officials, they are all corrupt officials. They have money to spend, but I have no money. What's the truth? What's the truth?"

Zhao Kai couldn't help but take two steps back when he saw this, fearing that Emperor Daojun would ask for money from him. Although he was involved in some businesses in Tokyo and paid a large dividend every year, the daily expenses of Prince Yun's Mansion were also not small. Many people have dozens of concubines and hundreds of singing, dancing and musical performers. Moreover, his luxurious life is no worse than that of Emperor Daojun. His family always feels that they don't have enough money.

"My money should all be my money!" Emperor Daojun put his hands on the case and muttered to himself, looking angry and depressed.

At this time, a young eunuch reported that Qin Hui was outside asking for an audience.

Emperor Daojun immediately said angrily: "Get out, let him get out, I don't want to see him."

The little eunuch was so frightened that he hurriedly ran to reply. Emperor Daojun sat down on the throne, looking at the pen and ink papers scattered on the floor, thinking to himself, although this second brother is a bit of a bastard, fortunately, he gave him money several times, which was good. It was considered filial piety, and no other prince had ever given him a eldest son.

He was thinking, and his eyes fell on the picture of two wild geese flying south that was thrown to the ground. This painting was not his favorite work. He was good at the gorgeous peonies and the rich flowers and birds. Painting this kind of bleak and solemn scenery of wild geese flying south in autumn always seemed It lacks a bit of flavor, but this painting still surpasses many outside masters and is considered a masterpiece.

Emperor Daojun was in a daze for a while, then suddenly his eyebrows raised and his expression moved slightly. This second man got a large sum of money for free, but he usually runs the house simply, so what is the use of this money?
He only has three or two concubines, no singing and dancing musicians in the house, and very few servants and maids. At most, there are some guards who were brought out from the palace that day. Moreover, I have never heard of him building any palaces and pavilions, and they are not easy to keep. This money...he can't spend this money!

Emperor Daojun stroked his beard. The second brother seemed to have said before that he lived a simple life and did not spend much. So these money...

Although 20 taels is not too much, it is still a lot. Since he doesn't spend it, wouldn't it be a waste to have it in his hands?

Thinking of this, Emperor Daojun coughed lightly and said, "Third brother, do you think the Night Pearl of the East China Sea really exists?"

Zhao Kai heard this and said hurriedly: "Dad, you still don't understand the second brother. He is best at talking nonsense and blackmailing. There is no such thing as the Pearl of the East China Sea. He just wants to steal Qin Hui's money!"

"Oh, that's it..." Emperor Daojun nodded, that's good, that's good. If he really lost the valuables, then it would be inconvenient for him to do anything. Since it was just blackmail, then he might as well...

"Third brother, go and preach to me the words that King Qin wrote for the Shuangyan Flying to the South. I am very dissatisfied and very angry. Is he trying to fool me? Let him come into the palace tomorrow and fill in the words for me again. As long as he fills out the previous song well, he will be exempted from the crime of neglecting your Majesty. If he fills it out poorly...then I will definitely punish him!"

Zhao Kai was stunned when he heard this. He didn't know what Emperor Jun wanted to do, but the crime of neglecting the emperor was not bad. Although it was difficult to punish him severely, it would be fine as long as it was a punishment.

Emperor Daojun thought to himself at this moment, as long as this second guy comes to write lyrics, no matter how good he is, he will not be praised by his family. When the time comes, he will punish him, just... 20 taels of silver!

"Dad, the second brother is still under grounding." Zhao Kai reminded.

"Let's exempt him from the grounding for the time being and let him come here early tomorrow!" Emperor Daojun waved his hand: "Go and deliver the order now."

Zhao Kai responded and walked out of the palace full of doubts...

Zhao Tan was sitting in the study. Qin Hui had previously sent 20 taels of silver to the palace, but then Zhao Kai came to convey the order, saying that he did not need to continue to be grounded, and asked him to enter the palace tomorrow morning to re-write the lyrics for the picture, saying that he had filled in the words before. If you don't fill it well, you will be guilty of neglecting your Majesty. If you don't fill it well again, you will be punished.

Zhao Tong touched his chin. He didn't want to write lyrics for anything. Even if he did, it would only be for a piece of music. He was now the master of the music family. Wouldn't he lose the prestige of the music family by writing lyrics?
But it doesn’t seem like it’s okay if you don’t fill it out. If you don’t fill it out well, you’ll be punished. Where does this come from?And what is the punishment?Three months' salary fine?Or half a year?
Zhao Tong thought about it for a long time, but he didn't understand what Emperor Daojun wanted to do. He just assumed that there must be a plan. He didn't expect that Emperor Daojun spent so much. Even if Cai Sui had a small private treasury, he brought another one last year. After returning so much silver and jewels, I have squandered them all, and now I am already stretched thin...

Early the next morning, Zhao Tong asked someone to prepare a carriage and went straight to the imperial city.

After entering the palace gate, there was a young eunuch leading the way. Not long after he arrived in front of the Yiqing Palace, he heard some noise inside. When he went over, he saw that some princes, emperors and concubines were there.

Zhao Tong was a little confused. If he wanted to criticize the quality of his lyrics, shouldn't he invite people from outside to watch?And if punishments are imposed, shouldn't there be officials at the top?What on earth do you want to do after calling the princes, emperors, and concubines, as well as a few little brats who are only five or six years old?
When he entered the palace, he saw Emperor Daojun sitting upright with no expression on his face, but a picture of two wild geese flying south was framed and hung on a pillar.

After seeing the ceremony, Emperor Daojun said "hmm" and looked Zhao Tao up and down. Seeing that the second son was still unfazed by favor and humiliation, with an expression of emotion and anger, he felt angry.

He didn't call everyone outside or officials to come today because what he did was really a bit unethical. The father was extorting money from his son, and if others saw it, it would become a joke.

And it’s good for officials to speak up. There are a lot of stupid young people among those who write poems. If the second one does a good job, it will be difficult for everyone to stand up and tell the truth.

As for calling the younger ones, the purpose is actually to teach them, use today's events to set an example for them, and let them know that when they have money in the future, they must first honor their father, otherwise they will not be happy, and you will not be able to keep your money.

Emperor Daojun thought about it, feeling a little proud in his heart. This was a plan to kill two birds with one stone, and the second child would never be able to see through it.

He said calmly: "Second brother did a good thing yesterday!"

Zhao Tong blinked: "What does dad mean by this? I don't know."

"Hmph!" Emperor Daojun snorted coldly: "Let me ask you, can I give you Qin Hui's 20 taels of silver?"

Um?Um!Zhao Tong raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and his heart moved. Is this... looking at these 20 taels of silver?
Originally, he had planned to make up random prefaces to fool him. No matter what the punishment, he would just catch it, but now it seems that it is not possible. The old man is here for his own money!

Then you can't fill in the lyrics randomly, you have to fill in the beginning and the end, but what if... no matter how good or bad you fill it in, the old man can't say it well? What should I do?
Then the punishment was directly reduced, with a fine of 20 taels of silver!
The key is that you can't pretend to be poor and say you don't have it. The money Qin Hui just sent is still warm!
Zhao Tong said: "Reply to dad, Qin Hui did send it...but the East China Sea Night Pearl is a priceless treasure, and this money is far from worth it."

Emperor Daojun looked at him, I believe you, you idiot, where did you get the night-light pearl from? Your red lips and white teeth defrauded 20 taels and it was still not enough. You are so greedy!

He chuckled and said, "What kind of beads can be worth so much money?"

Zhao Tong sighed and said, "Dad, I don't know. My son has a friend called Ma Ji. He once went overseas to do business. Later, he encountered a storm and the boat capsized and fell into the sea. Unexpectedly, he was rescued by the Princess of Dragon Palace and entered the East China Sea." The Crystal Palace has become the Dragon King’s consort.”

Emperor Daojun's face twitched. He is a believer in gods, but with your mouth, it sounds like a story, but it doesn't sound like the truth at all!

Zhao Tong continued: "My friend Ma Ji has lived in the Dragon Palace for several years. The Dragon King Princess gave him a son and a daughter, but he missed his homeland and always wanted to come back to visit, so the Dragon King of the East China Sea and He had just rushed home during the holidays, and because he was on good terms with the child, he paid a special visit and gave the child a fist-sized luminous pearl."

"The night pearl as big as a fist..." Emperor Daojun touched his beard: "Where is this Ma Ji now?"

Zhao Tong said: "I have returned to the East China Sea. I said that I will die in the Crystal Palace. I am afraid that I will not be able to see him again in my lifetime. Alas, so this bead is a priceless treasure and a way for the child to miss his friend."

"Erguo, this is such a good story, are there any more..." Several children shouted next to them, all with expectant expressions.

Zhao Tong immediately darkened his face when he heard this. What trouble was he making? He was not just telling stories.

Emperor Daojun's face darkened. Since everyone knew it was a story, it would be stupid for him to take it seriously. What does this old man mean? Do you want to fool him like a child?

Emperor Daojun slapped the table and said in a cold voice: "Second brother, why did the lyrics you wrote for me last time smell like powder and not at all like what you wrote?"

Zhao Tong shook his head and said: "Dad, if it wasn't the makeup that the child made, it really couldn't be done well. The child was ill at the time, so it's understandable that the things he wrote were soft and waxy."

Emperor Daojun looked at him and said after a long time: "Second brother, let me fill in another poem today. If you write it well, you will be spared the fault of neglect. If you write it poorly... you will be punished!" Zhao Tong Looking around, everyone in the palace was here except Prince Zhao Huan. Even Zhao Kai was standing in the head, seeming to be thinking about something.

Zhao Tong said: "Dad, what is good and what is bad?"

At this moment, there are no outsiders in the palace, they are all members of the same family. Daojun and Emperor are also willing to go out and shameless: "If I say yes, it will be good. If I say no, it will be no good!"

Zhao Tong touched his chin when he heard this: "Dad, don't you need to find a few people or ministers and let them identify it?"

"No, no, no!" Emperor Daojun said categorically: "Everyone is a waste of money. As for those in power... they may not be as proficient in poetry as I am."

Zhao Tong narrowed his eyes: "But daddy, if the child composes a masterpiece that will be passed down from generation to generation, it will be spread. There must be a witness for this!"

"A work handed down from generation to generation? Spread it out?" Emperor Daojun was slightly stunned, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

"Exactly!" Zhao Tong said: "If I happen to get a good work, it will definitely be spread outside. It may not be passed down for thousands of years. There must be a witness. I think you might as well find a few people and don't judge. , just record it.”

"This..." Emperor Daojun was a little hesitant. Indeed, many of Zhao Tong's poems can be handed down from generation to generation, but the art of poetry is more than careful craftsmanship. It is not possible to complete the entire poem in a short time, especially when writing poems on picture scrolls. Lyrics are fixed in the picture, so it is extremely difficult to produce a good one. Since ancient times, I have never heard of any famous poem that was written by looking at the picture.

"If no one witnesses and spreads it, then the child will stop doing it, and dad will punish him directly!" Seeing his hesitation, Zhao Tong couldn't help but said.

Directly impose punishment?This is inappropriate. Doesn't this mean that you are asking for money because you are asking for money?Emperor Daojun frowned when he heard this.

How could he ask for it like this? He must be punished for his misdeeds. Otherwise, where would he put his face?This guy didn't play by the rules and actually acted like a bachelor. What a bastard!
Emperor Daojun pondered: "If you ask someone to witness but cannot speak to me, I will have to say whether it is good or bad."

Zhao Tong heard this and said hurriedly: "This is natural. It is natural for dad to decide whether it is good or bad. They are not allowed to taste it. They are only responsible for copying and spreading it."

Emperor Daojun thought for a few more seconds, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. He couldn't write a good poem about the paintings, so he called a few people and didn't allow them to talk. He only took notes. This shouldn't delay anything. If he didn't call, this would be The second child acted like a rogue and just didn't write it, so he couldn't handle it. The 20 taels of silver were afraid of being wasted.

But if you really call me, you can't call the poets, nor the high officials, but who can you call?
"Second brother, who do you think is appropriate to call to record it?" Emperor Daojun frowned.

"My child thinks..." Zhao Tong looked embarrassed: "It's better to call Yang Shi to come over to offer wine, and then just call two other students."

"Yang Shi?" Emperor Daojun thought for a while. This man was a man of few words who only knew how to study knowledge, so he nodded: "Then ask Yang Shi to come over, and let him bring two students who are good at pen and ink. "

When the eunuch went out to deliver the order, Zhao Tong began to look at the picture of two wild geese flying south hanging on a pillar, with a hint of sadness on his face.

Emperor Daojun was secretly proud when he looked at Zhao Tong's appearance. How can he create anything good by writing lyrics for pictures? Using words and sentences to echo the artistic conception in the paintings is inferior. This is different from writing poems and paintings. There is a sequence. Hands apart.

Zhao Kai frowned at the side. He felt that things would not be that simple. The second child has always been full of tricks and tricks, and they were often unexpected. However, when writing lyrics according to pictures, he really couldn't produce any good words. But why did the second child want to do this? People's records spread?

After a while, Yang Shi was seen entering the palace cautiously, followed by two imperial students.

The three of them met, and Emperor Daojun gave a general idea. Yang Shi breathed a sigh of relief. He originally thought it was something important, but he didn't expect that it was just a matter of recording the poems written by King Qin on the spot. It was really a trivial matter.

Emperor Daojun had already made up his mind at this time. As soon as the second son composed the lyrics, he would immediately send the three of them off without asking them to listen to any punishment, so that there would be no mistakes.

Yang Shi was an erudite man. He stood aside and looked at the painting. The more he looked at it, the more solemn his expression became. He knew that it was very difficult to read words for paintings and it was almost impossible to come up with good words. But why did he call his own family to witness and record it?

The two Tai students recognized Zhao Tong and had met them at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival the year before last. One was Gao Deng and the other was Chen Dong. However, their ideas were different from Yang Shi's. Both of them highly praised Zhao Tong's lyrics and music. , at that time, Zhao Tong went on stage to compose music live, and his literary talent impressed everyone. The two of them admired it to the extreme, so they believed that even if he just drew and wrote lyrics, Zhao Tong would definitely be able to write a stunning work.

At this moment, Emperor Daojun looked at Zhao Tao. Because there were foreign ministers present, he changed his title and said: "King Qin, it's been a long time. It's time to write lyrics."

Zhao Tong nodded and said politely: "The official's painting of two wild geese flying south is so good that I'm afraid I'll show my disgrace."

Emperor Daojun was overjoyed when he heard this, and thought to himself, "Does your second son also know that you are going to show your shame?"I want to see what you can come up with!

He said: "If the King of Qin wants to say more words, please fill in the lyrics quickly!"

Zhao Tong said: "Yes, I will obey."

At this time, not only all the princes and emperors in the palace were looking at him, but also Yang Shi and Gao Deng and Chen Dong. Gao Deng was holding a pen and paper, and Chen Dong was holding an inkstone beside him. Both of them were very excited.

Zhao Tong turned around and looked at the picture again, sighing softly: "My son, just fill in a lot of fish."

Moyu'er, the name of the Ci brand, is also known as Moyuzi, Maipitang, Shuangqiyuan, Maipitang, and Shanguiyao. It has always been based on Chao Buzhi's residence in Donggao. It has one hundred and sixteen characters in a double tone, and the first part has ten sentences and six sentences. Oblique rhyme, the last eleven lines have seven oblique rhymes, and there are also variations such as the [-]-character double tone and the [-]-character double tone.

This word card is common and not uncommon. Everyone is silent at this moment, waiting for Zhao Tong to write the lyrics.

Zhao Tong lowered his head slightly, raised it again, and then chanted:
Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death together?
ah? !With just one sentence, the whole palace was shocked. Emperor Daojun stood up from his chair with a "huh", widened his eyes, and looked at Zhao Tao in disbelief.

One sentence, just this sentence, regardless of whether the scroll is painted or not, whether it is appropriate or not, this sentence will be passed down through the ages.

Yang Shi's shoulders were trembling, and even his lips were trembling. To be able to offer wine to the Imperial Academy, he must be a great talent in the world. But even though he had read many of Zhao Tong's poems and knew that this King of Qin was talented in literature, he was still stunned at this moment. .

Gordon and Chen Dong's faces were red, and they were obviously extremely excited. Gordon's hand holding the pen trembled, and Chen Dong's arm shook even more, and ink spilled on his body without even realizing it.

The princes, emperors and concubines, some of whom were older and had studied, were also dumbfounded. Zhao Kai's face was as white as snow at this moment. He was breathing heavily, took two steps back, supported the big pillar in the hall, and stood upright.

Zhao Tong didn't pay attention to everyone's expressions at this moment, but thought for a moment, and then chanted again:
Ask the world, what is love, directly teach life and death?Flying guests from all over the world, the old wings are cold and hot.Joy is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children.You should have a saying: Stratus clouds for thousands of miles, thousands of mountains and snow at dusk, who will the shadow go to?

There was silence in the main hall. Emperor Daojun opened his mouth, but did not say a word, only his throat kept rolling.

Zhao Tong walked a few steps in the hall. After a moment of silence, he began to recite the second half of the poem:

Hengfen Road, the loneliness of Xiaogu, the wasteful smoke is still calm. What is the time to call the soul, the mountain ghost secretly crying about the wind and rain. The sky is also jealous, and the Yinger swallows are all loess. Throughout the ages, in order to be reserved for the sorrows, sing and drink wildly and visit Yanqiu.

You could hear a pin drop, and no one spoke for a full quarter of an hour. Emperor Daojun fell back on the dragon chair, as if he were a stone sculpture, and stood motionless.

In the end, it was Zhao Tong who spoke first: "Father, I have finished my work. Father... do you think it is good or bad?"

Emperor Daojun was silent, his face and lips were trembling, and even his beard was trembling.

Zhao Tong smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if my father says it's not good. This poem will definitely spread to the outside world, spread all over the world, and be passed down to future generations for thousands of years. Of course, there will be scholars in the past and future who will give a fair evaluation. I will talk about what my father said today..."

"What about what I said today?" Emperor Daojun's voice was trembling. This word is extremely excellent. It has been so good that it has been passed down to the world. I am afraid it will be praised to a very high level.

Do you dare to say something bad about him?If he can't say it well, how will the scholars of today and future generations evaluate him?Do you think he doesn't know poetry and calligraphy, has no talent for writing, and doesn't he know this amazing and beautiful poem "Ask what love is in the world, and it teaches you how to make love between life and death"?

He can't bear the reputation of being a talentless person who doesn't know how to read or read poetry!
"Father, is this word good or bad?" Zhao Tong bowed deeply at this moment and asked Emperor Daojun respectfully.

"This word... is good, very good, very well done!" Emperor Daojun spoke hoarsely, his face turned ashen, and for a moment he seemed to have aged for more than ten years...

(End of this chapter)