Zhao Xingde and other students watched as Gu Fan's distant shadow gradually disappeared into the sky. "This is what a man should do!" Chen Dong sighed. Zhao Xingde's thoughts moved slightly and he nodded slowly.

Han Shizhong, commander of the 11th Army of the Second Army on the left side of the cavalry department in front of the palace, reined in his horse and stood not far from the dock. He looked at the group of officials and imperial students with a gloomy face as they bid farewell to Huang Zhoushan. It was not until Huang Zhoushan set off safely that he announced the general's departure.

He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm into the grass under the river embankment and shouted in a deep voice: "The whole team returns to camp!" A commander of 471 cavalrymen just sheathed their swords and returned to the outskirts of Bianliang under the leadership of their respective commanders.

The military camp on the left side of the camp, the mess in this place and the captured people were naturally left to the Kaifeng government officials to take care of it.

After the officers and soldiers and the scholars who were seeing them off had dispersed, three men wearing furs and tiger and leopard skin hats emerged from the grass under the Bianhe River embankment.

Yueyue still had phlegm in his mouth. He couldn't stop cursing and complaining: "If it hadn't been for the big brother to stop me, I, Wanyan Zonghan, would definitely not be such a coward." Wanyan Zongbi in the middle laughed and said: "You are such a reckless person.

Are we here to fight?" He turned to the person on the other side and asked: "Xi Yin, what do you think?"

Wanyan Xiyin said with an excited expression: "Han..." Seeing Wanyan Zongbi's face darken, he hurriedly swallowed the next few words, swirled his tongue and said, "...have you given me any advice?

Wrong, the Southern Dynasty was powerful, with strong armor and sharp swords, and abundant products. If we, the Jurchen tribe, want to become an independent country from the Khitan rule, we must form an alliance with the Song Dynasty." He was still full of ideas and praised, "Just look at the wolf-like tiger just now

Warrior, I heard the sound of horse hooves, but only 500 horsemen drove away hundreds of thousands of people. No wonder the soldiers and horses of the Southern Dynasty can defeat the Khitan." Suddenly he looked worried again, and said worriedly: "If the Southern Dynasty thinks that our Jurchen Kingdom is too weak,

, if you don’t want to form an alliance with us, what should you do?”

His words struck a chord in Wanyan Zongbi's mind. Wanyan Zongbi took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Whether it works or not, you will know after trying it. Even if you can't form an alliance, you can buy more food, gunpowder and iron tools from the Southern Dynasty."

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The three of them climbed up from below the Bianhe River embankment using hands and feet, patted away some dust and grass clippings, and entered Bianliang through the Dongjiaozi Gate.

On the way back to Taixue Zhai from Bianhe pier, it started pouring rain. The Taixue students couldn't bear to wait under the eaves for a long time, so they rushed away in the rain. Zhao Xingde turned his head and saw that Li Rui's oil umbrella had not been opened, and he and everyone else

Being caught in the rain, he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Li, why don't you use an umbrella if you have one?" Li Rui turned around and asked: "Yuan Zhi, if we are in trouble today, can they be rich and powerful together in the future?" Zhao Xingde felt hot and nodded.

Nodding, Li Rui also nodded and said with a smile: "That's very good."

The students of Huazhangzhai had very strong legs, and soon they returned to the studio. After changing into dry clothes, their bodies were still steaming. Chen Dong asked again: "Tonight there is a collection of elegant poems, Yuan Zhi

Are you interested in going?" He stared at Zhao Xingde with piercing eyes. He observed his classmates and juniors. The imperial army was surrounded on all sides. When the steel sword was unsheathed, most of the others tried to keep calm but could not hide their fear. Only Zhao Xingde and Li Rui were

He looked calm. At this time, the new party was in power. Not only did the imperial examinations cancel poems and poems, but also the private printing plates were destroyed, and scholars were prohibited from reciting poems and poems. However, people in the Qing Dynasty only used poems and poems to communicate with their friends as a sign of resistance. Chen Dong

I had known that this boy was extremely talented, and now that I recognized his character and courage, I decided to give him a hand and introduce him to the clear stream of Bianliang.

At this time, the party struggle is fierce. If you are an official in the court, you are either pure or dirty, you are either a gentleman or a villain, you are not a comrade or an enemy. There is absolutely no possibility of being a leader and a rat. Although the old party of Qingliu is suppressed by the new party of powerful ministers,

But in fact, it has great potential. Zhao Xingde vaguely remembers that Cai Jingquan's dominance seemed to be the last glory of the New Party. After that, Wang Anshi's theory was completely overthrown, and the official denounced it as pseudo-science. After that, Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism became popular in

World.

Zhao Xingde thought that he could not sacrifice his life for studying. The party struggle between the old and new parties was still too far away for him. Most of the important officials of the new party were out of reach, and they were also famous traitors in history.

It is very important for people in Qingliu to establish relationships. After thinking clearly, he nodded, cupped his hands to Chen Dong and said, "Thank you, Brother Shaoyang, for the introduction."

Chen Dong nodded with satisfaction, patted Zhao Xingde on the shoulder and turned to leave.

At dusk, Zhao Xingde put on a blue Confucian robe, tied a piece of jade left by his father around his waist, which was the most valuable thing around him, and went to the meeting with Chen Dong. Chen Dong looked at his half-worn clothes.

He smiled and said: "Yuan Zhi actually advocates frugality." Zhao Xingde shook his head and said with a wry smile: "It's just that I am short of money." Chen Dong said seriously: "In the past, when Fan Wenzheng was studying in school, he was poor as a porridge painter, but he was still in the same position.

Let us serve as prime ministers and assistants, and we will govern the country and bring peace to the country. As long as we study hard and study hard, we will always be able to succeed."

Seeing that Zhao Xingde only responded and seemed to be dissatisfied with the preaching of living in poverty and enjoying happiness, Chen Dong smiled and changed the topic: "If Brother Xian is really short of money, Brother Yu has a few ways to supplement the tuition fees, but it's a bit unfair to Yuan Zhi."

Talented?" Zhao Xingde's eyes lit up and he blurted out, "Seriously?" Chen Dong smiled and said, "Of course."

Zhao Xingde was overjoyed and immediately asked Chen Dong for advice. Since his parents passed away, most of the Zhao family's property had declined. Zhao Xingde originally planned to either directly take the Jinshi examination and become an official, or use his identity as a scholar as a cover to find an agent.

In business, with the knowledge from later generations, there is a chance of making a fortune. Even if it is not enough to become a teacher, you can still make a living and marry a gentle and kind ancient beauty. Who knows that the emperor's grace is so great that Yuanyou's party members

Later generations went to Taixue to study. Although the officials took care of food, clothing, and housing, and they still had a little pocket money, the consumption level in Bianliang was really too high. The Taixue study career might last several years, and there was not much left.

The money and silk must be kept for emergencies. Although my father has several old uncles in Bianliang, friendship between gentlemen is not profitable. Therefore, Zhao Xingde is definitely one of the most frugal people in Taixue Huazhangzhai. These are all mentioned by Chen Dong

See it in your eyes.

Although Chen Dong was born into a wealthy businessman's family, his father was a miser. Chen Dong had to have detailed accounts for every cent of his living expenses in Taixue, otherwise he would get angry. Chen Dong had looked down on his father since he was studying.

Although he likes to socialize, he would never ask for money from his family in a lowly manner, so Chen Dong painstakingly thought about several ways to make money. If he had not known that Zhao Xingde was very shy, he would have reached the stage of writing books to supplement his life.

In such a situation, I had the intention to help him, but he would never tell anyone about these things.

Chen Dong was originally worried that Zhao Xing would lose the face of the Yuanyou Party members, but he didn't know that this guy had no airs and was indeed a member of the same group. He was overjoyed and immediately told him a way to make money and subsidize.

That is to unveil the post on behalf of the party. At present, the party struggle is fierce, and the old and new parties in the court are attacking each other. In addition to fighting in the court, they often fabricate rumors and write the post to post them everywhere. In this era, there are few literate people and those who can write good articles.

Even less, in order to arrange the scandals of the enemy in a colorful way, each post must be rich in content and written in different handwritings, which makes the public resentment boiling. Big shots often hire down-and-out literati to write the posts and then hire others to post them. This business is made in Bianliang

Someone is dedicated to collecting and distributing it. The writer and the employer do not meet each other, so both parties get what they need.

"We have the status of a scholar from the Imperial College. Even if a subordinate officer catches us on the spot, we will only hand him over to the Imperial College to be reprimanded by our teacher. Therefore, I even contracted writing and posting. I can earn three hundred dollars for each post." Chen

Dong said proudly, and Zhao Xingde nodded eagerly, cupping his hands and saying: "Thank you, Brother Chen. Please bring me along with you next time if you have such a good thing." Chen Dong nodded, suddenly feeling that he had lost his status as a senior Qingliu.

He coughed dryly and said sternly: "The pure and dirty parties are fighting fiercely. Now writing more exposure posts can increase my knowledge and practice my skills. We and the traitorous party villains in the court are at odds with each other."

Zhao Xingde smiled and said: "Exactly." He then asked: "If the traitor party hires someone to write an expose to attack Qingliu, should we do it or not?" Chen Dong looked embarrassed and said: "It's all just speculation.

, If we don’t do what others have to do, why can’t we earn this money? Moreover, if the traitor party really hides a conspiracy, we will know it in advance.” Zhao Xingde was determined and hurriedly said: “Brother Chen, good advice.” 2

After this exchange, people felt one level closer. As they approached the residence of Shao Wu, the supervisory censor, Chen Dong again told Zhao Xingde not to leak out the matter of writing the announcement. He just took out the invitation and handed it to the servant at the door.

The gate of Shaowu's mansion was wide and grand. There were eight servants standing at the door, who were familiar with Chen Dong. The two of them stepped inside. The bright lanterns on both sides of the road led to the depths of the backyard. As Chen Dong walked, he said: "My mentor's

The ancestral home and the name are both Shaowu, which is also a good story." Zhao Xingde smiled and nodded, he still had some understanding of Shao Yushi, who was regarded as the leader of Qingliu.

Shao Wu's father, Shao Kuiguan, served in Longtuge. The Shao family was not only a family that had been married for generations, but also a big landowner and a big tea merchant in Shaowu, Fujian. With the support of the family's strong financial resources, Shao Wu had a wide circle of friends when he was a student in Taixue.

He was highly popular and had an extremely stubborn personality. Even when he was in Taixue, he participated in instigating many debates among the courtiers. However, his background was hard, which gave Xuezheng a headache. He finally hoped that he would become a Jinshi and leave Taixue, but among the Taixue students,

On the contrary, more people were willing to be his students, which made Shao Wu's reputation among Qingliu even longer.

"Teacher, this is the Zhao Xingde that the student mentioned last time. He is the son of Zhao Shizhi mentioned on the Yuanyou party member's monument." Chen Dong respectfully walked to the ground with Shao Wu. He was quite grateful to be able to worship under Shao Wu's sect.

lucky.

"It turns out that she is the Queen of Zhongliang," Shao Wu stroked his beard, glanced at Zhao Xingde, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, he is a formidable young man." Then he turned to greet Zhao Guangshi, the prime minister next to him. Chen Dong saw the opportunity and took Zhao Xingde in the courtyard.

Behind the desk, the two of them were sitting on the floor.

The incense candles as thick as a child's arm not only illuminate the garden as brightly as daytime, but there is no smoke like Taixue's oil lamps, and they also carry a light fragrance, which is quite refreshing. Zhao Xingde secretly calculated in his heart, such a

A candle would cost at least a hundred copper coins. He lowered his head, picked up the cup, and took a sip of light tea.

A stream of clear water gurgled by in front of the desk, with petals floating on the crystal clear water. It is said that a mansion with this kind of natural clear stream flowing through the backyard is much more expensive than an ordinary mansion.

The collection of poems and poems imitates the story of drinking from a clear stream in the past. Put the cup on the plate and put the plate on the stream. The plate will turn with the water and float lightly. Whoever it turns to will compose a poem or lyrics.

, those who are praised by everyone can drink as much as they like, and those who are dissatisfied will be punished with three drinks.

Most of the more than twenty guests were students and descendants of Shao Wu. Everyone respected Shao Wu and sat in the upper reaches of the house. The prince read with him, and the prime minister Zhao Guangshi sat next to him.

Zhao Xingde and Chen Dong were sitting behind a table slightly downstream, but the view from here was good. All the beautiful maids who were diligently serving drinks during the banquet could be seen clearly, and it was not easy to attract the attention of others. Chen Dong glanced at Zhao Xingde

, the two of them looked at each other and smiled tacitly. This dynasty does not prohibit officials and imperial students from having sex with prostitutes, and it is not limited to drinking, listening to music, and cultivating their sentiments. It is only forbidden to have fornication with prostitutes, or to stay in prostitution. Even during the solar terms,

Official prostitutes were also sent to the banquets of imperial students. The elegant and unrestrained habits of scholar-bureaucrats were passed down from generation to generation.

The banquet started, and as the cups and plates passed around, all the Tai students were reciting poems or writing lyrics one by one. They were all young scholars, and it was inevitable that they were competitive with each other. Even Chen Dong, who was usually quite generous and heroic,

He was also stroking his wine glass, racking his brains to find chapters and excerpts. Zhao Xingde was calm and composed. He had hundreds of poems in his belly that he had memorized unknowingly because of insomnia to pass the time.

Because this dynasty did not use poetry to select scholars, Zhao Xingde did not put any effort into poetry, but before that, he had no chance to show off his poetry. Now he is not worried about not being able to write good poetry, but is worried about most of the words he can remember.

It is a good saying that has been praised throughout the ages. If it is too eye-catching, it will easily reveal the truth.

Not long after, the cups and plates were passed to Chen Dong. After Chen Dong had just composed the song "Moon on the West River", he raised his glass and chanted in a clear voice:

"The wind is blowing a pavilion of flowers and bamboos, and the green brocade is fumigating the cage. Liancai is naturally on the east side of the wall in the Song Dynasty. He knows how to play with the heart of the piano. The evening rain suddenly turns cold and shallow, and the morning clouds are thick with spring again. The ice, muscle, jade, and bones are all melted. It is incomparable.

Wushan leisurely dream."

Seeing that Shao Wu nodded slightly in approval and everyone had no objections, Chen Dongfang drank the wine in the glass with confidence, his face looking quite happy.

Next it was Zhao Xingde's turn, and he used Shouyuan Haowen's "Moyu'er", which was the first Song Dynasty poem he had recited over and over again because of a martial arts book:

"Ask the world, what is love? It only teaches life and death. Traveling from the south to the north, the old wing has been in the cold and summer several times. It is fun to have fun, but the separation is painful, and there are even more crazy children. You should say it, the clouds are far away, and the snow is falling on thousands of mountains.

, Who is the shadow going to? On the Hengfen Road, the flute and drum were played in the lonely year, and the desolate smoke was still clear. How could the souls be summoned? The mountain ghosts were secretly watching the wind and rain. The sky was jealous and did not believe it. Orioles, swallows and swallows are all in the loess. Thousands of years.

For eternity, in order to entertain the poets, they sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu."

Zhao Xingde picked up the wine glass with embarrassment, feeling a little ashamed in his heart. It wasn't that he didn't want to keep a low profile, but it was because all the things he remembered in his mind were timeless masterpieces, and he wouldn't be able to do more of them.

After listening to Zhao Xingde's recital during the dinner, he was stunned for a moment. After a while, Shao Wu just pondered and said: "The poem Xingde has never come back, and it has not found the right and peaceful way. Although the rhythm is good, the style is not enough, and

Let’s have three drinks.”

This time it was Zhao Xingde's turn to be stunned. He didn't expect that a masterpiece that was ranked among the 300 Song lyrics would be so unpalatable in Shao Wu's mouth. Seeing that all the scholars present nodded frequently, obviously agreeing with Shao Wu's judgment, he had no choice but to pick up the poem.
Chapter completed!