On the Bohai Sea, there was a storm, and waves and rain gradually appeared.

At this moment, the Zhao Guan family under the pavilion attached to the Bajiaojing of Dalonggong Temple couldn't help but feel a little startled, and then continued to eat the milk cake while looking towards the sea in the distance.

After a while, the wind rolled up the waves, the clouds pressed down and the rain fell, and it was indeed stormy on the sea. Standing in the pavilion, Zhao Jiu saw from a distance that the surrounding fishing boats were rushing back to the island, but before they reached the shore, there were already white waves and heavy rain.

, which can’t help but make people worried.

However, anyone with a little sense knows that worries come from worries. In this situation, no one can decide the safety and direction of the fishing boat. It seems that in the great tide of the times that has passed, or is about to end, no one knows how many people have followed.

With the ups and downs of the times, it's like you can't help yourself.

However, the war is over, a new era is coming, and some things must finally be settled.

The seas and mountains remain unchanged through the ages, and the traces of the Qin, Wei, Wu, and Tang sects are still vividly visible. However, countries have risen and fallen, and times have changed. Some things seem to have remained the same, but they seem to have been completely different.

While thinking about it, the big waves had already rolled up, looking like mountains... The island is naturally higher than the sea level, and although Dalonggong Temple is at the foot of the mountain in the southeast, this famous octagonal well is in a lower position because of the need for water.

Therefore, this place does not look stable, but it looks like it is facing the waves and the wind.

As Zhao Guan's family stood next to the Bajiao Well, the amount of milk cakes in their hands gradually slowed down until it stopped.

Let's say that when Zhao Jiu came to Juhua Island, he had the intention of visiting "Jieshi". Of course, he remembered the poem "Changing the world". He consciously reversed the overall situation of the Song and Jin Dynasties. After ten years of hard work, he had some achievements, so in his heart

Can't hold it back.

However, he passed through the Jieshi Mountain, climbed to Qinhuangdao, and looked at the Jieshi in the sea, but he remained speechless.

The reason is self-explanatory. It was early summer and midsummer at that time, and it was also tomorrow in the sky. The sea and mountains were quiet and clear. Where did the "bleak autumn wind is now again" come from out of thin air, and where did the "heavy rain falling on the swallows" come from?

Moreover, at that time, Zhao Jiu had not waited for the news of the deaths of Qin Hui and his wife, Wanyan Onben, Wanyan Hela, Wanyan Xiyin and others. He was still somewhat unsure of the matter of completely ending the war, and indeed he was a little timid.

state.

Adding the two together, there are no words after all.

But then again, today, autumn is about ten days away, and the Jin Kingdom has been completely "annihilated". The Jurchens surrendered, Goryeo and Mongolia were in awe, and the northern Xinjiang was wiped out.

Order has also begun to fall, and the mood and situation are naturally different.

In fact, just as the wind and clouds were surging and the white waves were turbulent, he almost saw the exact same scene as that poem, and was led to some completely similar moods.

At this moment, with this situation, Zhao Jiu really wanted to hold the milk cake and sigh and say, "I have changed the world!"

However, even though his heart was about to burst out, he still didn't say it out. It seemed that there was still a thin film in his heart, which was just a little bit calm and natural.

"Official family."

Of course, Liu Yan didn't know the turmoil in Zhao Guan's family. He just saw that the wind and waves were getting bigger and bigger, and the rain was getting more and more urgent. He stepped forward to break the turmoil according to his duty. "The water vapor here is too heavy, so why not go back to the high ground courtyard to rest for now..."

Even when it comes to enjoying the scenery, the view is better there.”

"It doesn't have to be like this." Zhao Jiu shook his head disapprovingly, put the plate on the stone tablet next to the Bajiao Well, dusted his hands, and turned to look at his two confidants: "Actually, I just got a wonderful poem."

When it came to this matter, Liu Yan naturally stopped saying anything, but Lu Benzhong immediately raised his hand to greet him... When it came to poetry, he was very confident... After all, what is professionalism?

"The official lyrics must be exquisite." No matter what, let me give you some flattery first.

"It's just something I got by chance." Zhao Jiu shook his head with his hands behind his hands and laughed, but in the distance there were already winds and waves, and rain and fog. "But what I got by chance today is really wonderful... Poetry is a matter of looking at people and things, and the emperor

Those who write, those who write about major events, have some advantages; secondly, when it comes to rhetorical allusions, if they can be written with appropriate literary style and can be recalled and echoed, it will be a better one; thirdly, it depends on whether the predecessors have similar ideas, similar words and sentences,

If you can be the first to discuss it, it will be on another level."

"What the officials said is very true." Lu Benzhong, a poet himself, naturally understands everything he hears, even without reading it. "It's just like the poems of Mr. Zhao Liang, the master who finished... that morning, he is so domineering.

Dew, it has a two-story building, but because of his ridiculous status and the ridiculous purpose of this trip, the poems seem to have become shorter. But if the officials recited it in person, when Yan Yun returned and the Northern Expedition was successful,

, On the contrary, it has to be several floors higher. I think the 'excellent' idea that the officials were thinking at this time should be that it should be in line with the time, the situation, the people, the situation, and it has literary allusions and lofty intentions."

"good."

Zhao Jiu looked innocent.

Lu Benzhong thought for a while, then he was too lazy to continue to stir up the atmosphere, and directly handed it over: "I take the liberty of hearing about the 'excellence' of the official family."

"Ju Ren (Zhongzi Lu Ben)."

After hearing this, Zhao Jiu looked at the heavy rain and rushing waves outside the pavilion. Instead of reciting the poem, he suddenly returned to the business at the beginning. "How long do you think there will be peace in Northern Xinjiang after this edict?"

"Of course it will last for eternity." Lu Benzhong replied casually, but soon, after having been away from this official for almost a year, he recalled the other person's character, and then immediately laughed like a self-deprecation. "I'm not joking... Three

It should take five hundred years, right?"

"I'm still kidding." Zhao Jiu replied with a smile. "Two or three hundred years at most, but actually one or two hundred years is difficult."

Lu Benzhong was not stupid. He immediately realized what the other party was pointing out. But just when he was about to comfort him, Liu Yan couldn't bear it again: "In this case, why don't the officials level the northern border once and for all?"

"How can we get peace once and for all? If that's the case, I'm afraid we will only have peace and stability for fifty years at most."

Lu Benzhong was not afraid of the Liaoyang County King who had just given up the kingdom with one word, but soon, as Zhao Jiu glanced over, the Lu eldest son smiled honestly and bitterly at Liu Yan. "This is not what I said, it is actually going north this time."

My father's words while traveling in Tokyo... After my father received a message from Xianggong Xu (Xu Jingheng) from the southeast, he had a face-to-face discussion with Xianggong Zhao. It seemed that all three of them had the same idea, that if force was used in northern Xinjiang, the blood of the country would be depleted.

It’s not worth it... At this time, it is most appropriate for officials to give priority to checks and balances.”

Liu Yan immediately fell silent... Forget about him, even if Han Shizhong and Yue Fei came together, they were not qualified to deny the political consensus between Zhao Guan's family and several husbands.

Moreover, they are really not easy to talk about when it comes to money, food and logistics.

On the other side, Zhao Jiu listened to the sound of rain that almost merged with the sound of the waves, and laughed again: "Actually, you can't be so contemptuous of yourself... I am not just doing this for the sake of stability.

If it works properly and something is deeply rooted in people's hearts, in one hundred years or two hundred years the dynasties will change. I think there will still be some restrictions in Northern Xinjiang after all, right?"

Lu Benzhong wanted to say a few words of flattery on the topic of the national destiny, but as he already knew the official's character, he didn't know where to start, so he could only respond indiscriminately.

It was Liu Yan who couldn't accept it for a while: "What the officials and Lu Neizhi said before actually refer to the national destiny of our dynasty? Only two or three hundred years of such hard work?"

"This is already too much." Zhao Jiu answered frankly. "Now the imperial court has the same opinion. Before, they only compared me to Guangwu, but later they exaggerated it more and promoted it to Tang Zong... But even if Guangwu promoted the later Han Dynasty, it would not be the same.

By the 200th year, Taizong established the Tang Dynasty, which was only 2780 years ago... Even if this dynasty established a new dynasty, it was not qualified to transcend it, not to mention that Shen Ke had taken over many places in the south in the previous hundred years? "

"But a country like Goryeo has been around for more than two hundred years..." Liu Yan still found it difficult to accept. "And it doesn't seem like it will collapse on its own."

"Koryo might be able to come back for another two hundred years." Zhao Jiu said disapprovingly. "It's a small country with few people, living in a corner. It just needs to serve the big countries that border it... It's not like the Song Dynasty, which was too big."

After all, Liu Yan had been a Jinshi, so it wasn't that he didn't understand. It was just that when everything was settled, he felt a little sad and hard to accept when he heard these words coming from the official Zhao family and other ministers.

"Official family."

Liu Yan's face showed bitterness. "Is there really no unity and order for all things in the world?"

"Of course."

Zhao Jiu glanced at this confidant, but still didn't take it seriously. "If we look at China as a whole, it has been three to four thousand years since the Three Dynasties, Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han, Three Kingdoms, Two Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui, Tang, and Five Dynasties to the present... As for

Zhao Song... who knows if I will have another son of Feng Heng and Yu Da as soon as I close my eyes?"

Liu Yan was speechless for a moment, and Lu Benzhong had something on his mind and did not dare to say anything.

"As for the surname of a family, if one generation wants to continue it for a long time, there is actually no way to go." Zhao Jiu continued as if to comfort the other party. "But firstly, it depends on whether the original school can flourish, and secondly, it depends on whether the original school can flourish.

First, it depends on whether future generations can understand current affairs, and thirdly, it depends on some luck... But in the end, it has nothing to do with you and me. If you and I do such a thing, it will turn into dust in a few decades, and then affect the rise and fall of the general trend for a hundred years.

It’s considered worthy of this world, mountains and seas, up and down, left and right… Why bother thinking about it?”

"What the official said is absolutely true, but I am the one who got the wrong answer." Liu Yan quickly handed over his hand.

Zhao Jiu nodded slightly, and then looked at the other silent minister amidst the roar of the waves: "Ju Ren, what are you thinking about? Do you think I am joking about Yuan Xue?"

"No, no." Lu Benzhong waved his hands quickly. "If these principles of heaven and earth are of no use, then what's the point of living? I just thought of something else..."

"Remembering Fenghengyu University?"

Zhao Jiu sneered for a moment. "Is it still my poem?"

"Of course it's the official poem." Lu Benzhong responded sincerely.

"That poem is indeed wonderful, but I haven't done anything yet, and I always feel guilty." Zhao Jiu was too lazy to care, and just looked at the waves with his hands behind his hands. "Therefore, just for the sake of being able to read this poem calmly, I have to do it."

Just do something..."

Lu Benzhong's face became increasingly pale.

Thousands of miles of northern Xinjiang were cleared, but there was heavy wind and rain at sea, forcing Zhao Guan's family to stay at sea for a while. At the same time, the Central Plains area where Tokyo City is located had clear skies for several days.

On the first day of late June, everything was peaceful.

In the morning, the doors of Tokyo City opened early, livestock, vegetables and fruits still entered through the Nanxun Gate, bulk goods still arrived along the Bianhe River early, and the whole city gradually woke up in the water vapor and sunshine.

It is obvious that while maintaining the usual peace and bustle, the city is faintly flourishing.

There is no doubt that this is the result of the great victory in the north and the destruction of the Jin Kingdom. The country is stable and people are yearning for the future. It is natural.

In fact, it had been several months since they learned about the great victory in the north. In the past few months, many details of the war had been transmitted. The people of Bianjing had gone from being doubtful at the beginning to gradually recognizing and being shocked. At this time, they had somewhat retreated. Although the north was

There are endless bizarre details about the war, and the contents in the newspapers are also detailed, and the topic on the streets can't escape the north, but in fact, the heat is gradually decreasing.

Officials were considering the political intentions of the government and the political threat of Yanjing. The common people needed three meals a day, tea, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.

But at the same time, maybe because I didn’t participate in it, didn’t witness it with my own eyes, and because the shadow of ten years ago was there, the whole city still has a feeling of not being happy enough, not transparent enough, not relieved enough... So

, I still can’t help but say it and discuss it.

This is a situation that seems contradictory, but is actually natural.

Shinsomon is the theoretical due east gate of Tokyo City. Enter from Shinsomon, go all the way to the west, pass right along the south wall of the palace city next to Xuande Tower, and finally leave from the due west Wansheng Gate.

However, because bulk goods all go through the Bianhe River, officials and livestock generally go through Nanxunmen, and there is Yichun Garden, which was newly converted into a racecourse, outside Chaoyang Gate further south, and the palace expenses can never be raised, so

Whether it is New Caomen or Inner City Caomen, they are more like vassals of the Maxing Street commercial district in the inner city.

Nowadays, most of the people who walk here every day are 'drivers' from Zhuangzi in the east of the city. They own fields and are farmers, but they do not delay the leisure time of farming. They push their carts into the city early every day, pick up the flags and send them off on Ma Xing Street.

Takeaway... This is a better place in the east of the city than in the west.

"What happened up front? Ma Fat, go and ask."
To be continued...