Peerless Pirates

Hearing Li Yongxi's Taoist slogan, Song Zheng couldn't help but once again cast his eyes on the beautiful lady Zhang Mengren. The beautiful lady had collected her emotions and lowered her head slightly, her pale face without any expression. The little princess Ziyue could clearly see it. What? He glanced at Song Zheng sideways and whispered something in a low voice, as if to comfort Li Yongxi.

Song Zheng was in a particularly heavy mood. Ever since the beauty gave him a black jade pendant four years ago, a thread of love had been tied to him. Song Zheng originally knew it, but the two were thousands of miles apart, and Song Zheng hoped that time would dilute everything. It wasn't until Li Yuanzhen met him in Jiangning that Song Zheng knew that Li Yongxi's affection for him was beyond his imagination. This time when he met the beautiful woman again, the beautiful woman had already put up her bun, but she was on the verge of tears just now. How have you ever forgotten yourself?

Mechanically following Lang Boyan through the opening drinks, Song Zheng didn't say a word. On the contrary, Liang Yiyue talked loudly and calmly, attracting people to join him from time to time.

The Liang family in Xixia was originally a prominent family in Guanzhong, and another Empress Liang was born, and their reputation became even stronger. The Liang family was Han Chinese, so they were naturally familiar with Han Chinese books. However, they were proud of following party customs, eating barbaric food and wearing barbarian clothes. Many Han people criticized it. However, over the past few decades, the world has become accustomed to it.

Lang Boyan's eyes looked at Song Zheng's face from time to time, and then looked at Liang Yiyue and Li Yongxi thoughtfully, with an inexplicable smile floating on the corner of his mouth.

Yuan Haowen also noticed that Song Zheng seemed to be in low spirits. He turned around and whispered, "Brother Song, you are the envoy of Qi, so don't lose your reputation."

Song Zheng nodded gently. He had suppressed all his emotions just now, but Li Yongxi was sitting diagonally opposite, and he could see it when he raised his head. Song Zheng's mood was aroused from time to time, and Song Zheng seemed a little distracted. Yuan Hao The reminder of the question made Song Zheng horrified. He was sitting here as an envoy of Daqi, and his personal gains and losses were nothing. If he weakened the reputation of Daqi, he might make Liang Yiyue, Dali, and the Tibetan envoys laugh at him.

Thinking of this, Song Zheng nodded gratefully to Yuan Haowen.

After calming down for a while, Lang Bochuan's words came to his ears. "I read "Xijing Miscellaneous Notes" and it said, 'On September 9th, wearing dogwood, eating bait, and drinking chrysanthemum wine will make people live longer.' It can be seen from this. The Double Ninth Festival is not only a time to worship the Heavenly Emperor and ancestors, but also a day to wish the elderly a long life."

"Your Highness is indeed knowledgeable and capable of remembering!" Liang Yiyue replied with a smile, "The allusions to the Double Ninth Festival are easily picked up, which is admirable. Speaking of wearing dogwood, I envy Mr. Song, the envoy of Qi. This thing is based on the land of Wu (Jiangsu and Zhejiang). It is so good that it is called Evodia. I am very old. Although I wear dogwood to climb high during the Double Ninth Festival, I have never taken it with me. Maybe one day His Highness the Crown Prince will have the opportunity to ask for and take Evodia."

"Here comes the provocation!" Yuan Haowen muttered. Liang Yiyue's words clearly hinted that Shu would one day capture Daqi, and he had a strong intention of provoking.

Lang Bochuan was shocked when he heard this, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He couldn't help but look at Song Zheng.

Song Zheng quickly picked up the conversation, "What's the difference between good and bad dogwood? I wear it to ward off evil spirits. It doesn't matter whether it's big or small."

Although Song Zheng had thought of a counterattack, seeing the past relationship, Song Zheng didn't want to embarrass Liang Yiyue and hoped that the other party would just let it go. Little did he know that Liang Yiyue was actually quite angry. At the time, Song Zheng's What he did was to play a trick on him, so much so that Liang Yiyue had forgotten Song Zheng's role in rescuing Li Yongxi and helping him get ahead in the Prime Minister's Mansion of Dajin.

"Lord Song, what you said is wrong." Liang Yiyue waved his hand and said, "If the dogwood is big, it can ward off big evils. If the dogwood is small, it can only ward off minor evils. Now that big evils are in power, naturally it is better to wear some big dogwoods."

Speaking of the word "big evil", Liang Yiyue pointed his hand at Song Zheng inadvertently.

Song Zheng was secretly annoyed, old guy, you are so shameless. He raised the corner of his mouth and immediately replied, "Cordia is pungent and fragrant, warm in nature, and can cure colds and expel toxins. Mr. Liang longs for Evodia so much, is he feeling unwell? If that's the case , Song will do some shopping after returning to China and transport it to Chengdu. If Mr. Liang stays in Chengdu, why not give you a car? Even though I am young, I respect the elderly very much."

With a "Puch" sound, Yuan Haowen laughed softly and quickly covered his mouth. Many people in the hall changed their expressions and once again focused their attention on Song Zheng. Originally, everyone had high expectations for Song Zheng, but Song Zheng Zheng's gaffe when he first came in was disappointing. Unexpectedly, Song Xiaolang, who had thought he was just mediocre, now opened his mouth to fight back, but was so sharp that he pushed Liang Yiyue directly against the south wall.

Liang Yiyue snorted, "Although I'm old, what's the point of being a great Xia? There are indeed a lot of evil spirits coming from outside in our Guanzhong land right now. Even if Mr. Song gives me a car, I'm afraid it won't be enough."

Song Zheng smiled and said: "Then please follow me to Wu Di in a few days. I will spend a few taels of silver to build you a house made of dogwood. The tables, chairs and beds inside will all be made of dogwood." The latest chapter of King of Kings. Let the cook make you dogwood rice and dogwood soup. Then ask the weaver to see if she can make some clothes for you without using dogwood leaves. By then, you will wear dogwood, eat dogwood, and live among the trees. This house, no matter how many so-called evil spirits there are, your Excellency will be safe."

Ha! Ha! This time, not only Yuan Haowen, but also many people in the hall laughed. Even Lang Boyan drank water to hide his smile.

After all, dogwood is just an ordinary plant. If Liang Yiyue wears straw clothes, lives in a thatched house, and eats grass, doesn't that mean that Liang Yiyue's later life will be extremely miserable? How poisonous this is for an elderly person!

Liang Yiyue swayed and almost lost his breath. He used Cornus officinalis to talk things out, and his original intention was to drag Lang Bochuan to attack Song Zheng together. He also compared the Qi and Jin armies who raised troops in Tongguan to foreign evil spirits. Unexpectedly, Song Zheng only caught the opponent and envied Wu. The ground of dogwood was broken, and the foundation of the argument was overthrown.

Song Zheng shrugged his shoulders. It's not my fault. I gave you a step first. Who told you to be aggressive?

Seeing that any more talk about this topic would make Liang Yiyue angry to death, Qiao Dongyang quickly smoothed things over, "Speaking of dogwood, I remembered a poem by Wang Mojie, 'I know from afar that when brothers climb to a high place, there will be one less person planted with dogwood.' Indeed. It’s amazing.”

Speaking of which, Qiao Dongyang said that this poem was not appropriate. This poem "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" takes "thinking about relatives more during the festive season" as the poetic eye. The envoys here can be regarded as "alone in a foreign land as a foreigner". "Guest", isn't this deliberately tempting people? However, at least it can divert the conversation.

Lang Bochuan also reacted and said quickly, "'Listen to the music of the bamboo branches and drink a cup of dogwood.' Liu Meng's dream of ascending the stage on the Double Ninth Festival is also an eternal saying."

Yuan Haowen next to him chuckled again and said nothing. Although Song Zheng also grinned, he quickly covered it up with a teacup.

Lang Bochuan's face turned red. It turned out that the last four lines of this poem were, "The traveler's temples have turned white, and the hometown letter has not come for a long time. When I came to the wine table and scratched my head, the guests also wandered." It also writes about the sorrow of traveling, and it is also present here. Among the envoys, the one with white temples can only be Liang Yiyue.

There are also "experts" in the Xixia mission. Qian Ti, the deputy envoy of Xixia, also read poetry and books. He laughed loudly and said, "'Nine days of yellow flower wine, I heard it in the past when I climbed high. The power of frost drives away the inferior prime minister, and the murderous spirit is everywhere. Army.' May I ask Master Song, the envoy of Qi, what do you think of this sentence in Cen Jiazhou?"

Song Zheng smiled and said, "It's very good. One of the characters, 'by', is the best use."

Qian Ti was stunned at first, and then his face turned red. Now the Qi soldiers were pointing at Chang'an and wanted to "drive out" Li Yuanqing. Qian Ti's original intention was to express Xixia's determination and high momentum to resist foreign aggression. Unexpectedly, Song Zheng only picked Saying the word "Zhu" immediately pulls him off his horse.

Lang Bochuan had a headache. Before the banquet began, he told the envoys that "if they have good works, they will not hesitate to give generous gifts." This meant that they wanted to ignore state affairs and only talk about poetry. Who would have thought that poetry could be so fancy.

It's better now. The Xixia people took the initiative to provoke, but Song Zheng made them miserable with just a few words. Lang Bochuan secretly prayed that Song Zheng was also the number one scholar in literature after all. Although the Han people in Xixia also studied poetry and calligraphy, after all, they had been under the rule of the Dangxiang people for a long time, so this Don't be too pretentious when it comes to playing with words.

Unfortunately, Liang Yiyue "is not fighting alone." The Tibetan envoy Zantu also had to get involved. He drank the wine in front of him in one gulp and said loudly, "I don't know much about Han poetry, but there are many in Chengdu." I also learned some things on September 9th. I don’t remember much about September 9th. I do remember a poem about September 8th, ‘When September 8th comes next year, I will bloom and kill hundreds of flowers, and the fragrance will reach the sky and penetrate Chang’an. The whole city is covered with golden armor!' This poem is good and makes people happy to listen to it."

The whole audience was astonished. This was a poem by the "anti-thief" Huang Chao. It was very strange to recite it on this occasion. However, Zantu was from Tibet and had already declared that he knew not many Chinese poems, so others couldn't say anything. Come.

Liang Yiyue, who had just regained his breath, his eyes lit up, "Well said! Our city of Chang'an is full of warriors right now, no matter what kind of rebels or rebels come here, we will kill them all."

As he spoke, he looked at Song Zheng murderously. He secretly said that it was Jin and Qi who invaded Guanzhong. Liang Yiyue should bring Yuan Haowen along with him. However, he had a grudge with Song Zheng, so he targeted Song Zheng. one person.

Looking at the other person like an angry old rooster, almost losing his composure, Song Zheng twitched the corner of his mouth, ignored it, and turned his gaze to Zantu. This Tibetan man looked rude, but his brain was not slow. Speaking of this song Poetry just provided Liang Yiyue with ammunition to deal with himself.

Zan Tu ignored Song Zheng and instead called for someone to pour him wine, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Liang Yiyue's reluctance to Song Zheng, Lang Boyan felt a little dissatisfied. But for the sake of the overall situation, he still laughed loudly and said, "Today I'm just talking about the poems of the predecessors, why don't I see the masterpieces of the public? Come, come, come, today is the Double Ninth Festival. As for the title, please chant a few poems first. I am true to my word, and if it is a good work, I will definitely receive a generous reward."

Lang Boyan's eyes looked around, focused on Gao Huichang, the Dali envoy, and nodded slightly.

Gao Huichang stood up, gave a long laugh and said, "I just listened to the master's wonderful talk, and I came across a piece of it. It's a good idea, and I invite you to comment on it."

"Young masters have learned a lot and are rich in five things. You can't go wrong if you think about it. Please come and chant it quickly."

Gao Huichang stroked his beard, shook his head and said, "The prince celebrates the festival, and all the wise men meet with deer. When he gets drunk, Liu Ling laughs happily."

"Okay!" Lang Bochuan was the first to cheer, and the others also raised their hands in admiration.

After experiencing the quarrel just now, although this poem may be flattering, it also adjusts the atmosphere extremely well. Especially the last two sentences are quite in line with the arrogant atmosphere of Shu literati, and immediately won bursts of applause. Lang Boyan He immediately ordered a hundred taels of silver to be given as a reward.

One hundred taels of silver is not a small amount, and this stirred up the atmosphere, and people at the scene started chanting.

Song Zheng fell silent again, he was worried about gain and loss. He had hit Liang Yiyue hard just now, but he took Li Yongxi's feelings into consideration, so when Liang Yiyue almost lost his composure, he ignored it.

However, many things were unavoidable. Mr. Liang, who cared about food rather than fighting, once again pointed his finger at Song Zheng.