He originally thought that Goulong Ruyuan was a person, but now he understands that, in fact, he is just a villain who tends to be inflamed.
He finally understands now why there are so many literati who know that Qin Hui's peace talks are traitors, but they still stand on Qin Hui's side so recklessly.
Since the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, since the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms have been supporting the usurpation of the throne, his national policy is to treat scholars preferentially and guard against military commanders.
But I didn't expect that to this day, literati had already taken the preferential treatment they received for granted, and furthermore believed that the status of the military commander should have been naturally low.
As soon as any move that might shake this situation emerges, they will frantically oppose it, even regardless of whether the move is beneficial to the people of the country.
The most disgusting thing is that these scholars in the world have to put on a coat of crown for their behavior? !
What is the reality of the virtual king? ! But an excuse to help Qin Hui take power!
Nonsence!
He stared at Goulong Ruyuan and asked: "You are also a person from Bianliang. At that time, Jinbing moved from the north to the city. Come and tell me, do you remember what happened that day? !"
Goulong Ruyuan's eyes showed cold light, and finally showed a slight horror.
No one who has experienced the changes in Bianjing will forget that crazy moment.
Crying, blood, and Jin Bing's unbridled laughter.
Zhao Kuangyin couldn't stop his anger for a while, with his halberd fingers, pointing at Goulong Ruyuan and cursing: "Do you remember that when the Jinbing besieged Bianliang City, he used the flesh and blood of the people as the soup and the blood of the fathers and elders. For drinking? Do you still remember the situation of your neighbors, your friends, your father and brother, who were crying out under the swords and guns of the golden soldiers, but they were murdered without mercy?"
Goulong Ruyuan's complexion was serious, and he couldn't speak any more.
Zhao Kuangyin’s sonorous words: "Yes, now you have this tiny place, where you can talk about the truth of the imaginary king, and talk about the peace and governance in your fantasy, but you know whether you know it, you are just talking with us. On the north bank of the great river, the Jurchens are still killing our tens of thousands of compatriots, like pigs and dogs, at will! Do you know that those Jurchens are biting our compatriots in their mouths? Meat, the hands of those Jurchens are contaminated with the blood of our compatriots every day, but you are sitting high in this grassy cottage, completely turning your face away from this tragic situation, blindly knowing what nature and way to talk about. What is the true meaning of life?!"
He looked at Murong Xuening, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "It's ridiculous! Pathetic! Pathetic! Pathetic! Sigh!"
These words can be said that even Murong Ningxue scolded him in, but no one refuted him for a while.
The homeland and the country were killed by the hands of people. No matter who you are, you can't forget the shameful scene.
Although in this prosperous and prosperous city of Lin'an, as in the past, they can use various principles to numb themselves, indulge in the life in front of them, and even believe in it.
But once someone dared to ignore their status and uncovered this bloody scar in front of them, they could no longer escape the lingering dream in their hearts.
Murong Ningxue poured a glass of wine, held it in front of Zhao Kuangyin with both hands, and said solemnly: "What a pitiful! Sad! Pitiful! Sigh! Although Murong Ningxue is a daughter, but only the words of Mr. Chong are enough. Drink and fight for three days!"
Goulong Ruyuanfang had recovered from Zhao Kuangyin's magnificent words, but he couldn't help but feel envy in his eyes.
It was the first time I heard that Murong Ningxue served wine in person like this.
Zhao Kuangyin looked at Murong Ningxue’s wrist and held the silver cup in front of him. His eyes flowed and moved. He couldn’t help but his anger faded. He smiled slightly, looked forward, and drank it in Murong Ningxue’s hands. A glass of wine.
Zhan Zhao gave Bao Daren a thumbs up. He has only one side for Murong Ningxue. Most of that miss came from the heart of a young man who was in love with him. At this time, he could see Murong Ningxue at such a distance with his own eyes. He was satisfied, and he had already admired Zhao Kuangyin in his heart so much at this time. Seeing Murong Ningxue's blue eyes on Zhao Kuangyin, not only did not displease him, but he was sincerely happy for him.
Goulong Ruyuan smiled bitterly and raised his glass: "Brother Song's true feelings are true, and everything he says and thinks is straightforward and thought-provoking. Although Ruyuan dare not agree completely, he can't think of something to refute Brother Song. It is really true. Ashamed."
Zhao Kuangyin laughed dumbly, toasting with Goulong Ruyuan and drinking each other, he couldn't help but feel that he might have made the judgment a little earlier.
At least compared to the group of scholars in the world that I have met, Goulong Ruyuan's temperament and demeanor can be regarded as a leader.
From the look in Goulong Ruyuan's eyes, he could see that he had a lot of nostalgia for Murong Ningxue, but at this time he confessed frankly. Just at this point, it made people feel that he really didn't seem to be a sinister villain.
If what he said just now truly represents the general idea of scholars in the world, then it would be dangerous.
Although I win the world with a bow horse, I know that I can never rule the world with a bow horse.
I need a group of tiger generals who can charge and fall into battle, but I also need a group of gentlemen and civil servants who can help me manage a splendid mountain and river.
Originally, he thought it was Qin Hui’s ten years of business in the court hall that led to the fact that the scholars in the court hall were soft guys who only knew how to look at Qin Hui’s face, but if it was this Goulong Ruyuan who placed the hope of the world’s scholars If you think so, maybe you should change your point of view.
As Gou Long Ruyuan said, the literati's responsibility to rule the world with the emperor over the past 100 years and the mentality of discriminating against military commanders may be the most important cause of the matter.
He couldn't help but sighed softly.
It is easy to break the mountain, but it is difficult to break the heart.
The true gentleman who got into the tip of the horns caused him ten times more headaches than the true villain who only knew how to fall with the wind.
Everyone was thinking about their own thoughts, and the scene was a little silent for a while.
Murong Ningxue coughed and broke the embarrassing situation. He turned the topic away and said, "Mr. Goulong just now commented on the poetry of my dynasties. It was just from Zhou Bangyan to Ye Mengde that the topic was accidentally turned off. Now we Let’s listen to Mr. Goulong’s advice."
Goulong Ruyuan seemed to be still thinking about the problem of his talents, and said: "The words written in the letter of'Gu Qu Zhou Lang' all conform to the metric, and the semantics are gorgeous, and they are indeed orthodox poetry of a generation. Shilin Jushi was originally a word. The leader of the altar, but unfortunately, after the south crossing, the sentence like "Waving the string, the two geese fall into the sky", but it is a bit of a military revolution, and it is not clear and readable in the past..."
When he said this, he suddenly realized that he was unconsciously looking down on the samurai from the perspective of a scholar, he couldn't help but glanced at Zhao Kuangyin, smiled apologetically, and closed his mouth.
Murong Ningxue turned to Zhao Kuangyin a little playfully and said: "Mr. talking and knowing are all extraordinary. If you want to come to poetry, there is also a lot of profound knowledge in phonology. Ningxue always likes to recite poems and compose songs. Why not show your hand here, so Ning Snow is eye-opening?"
Everyone was taken aback, but Zhao Kuangyin laughed blankly.
He knew in his heart that this could also be regarded as another test that Murong Ningxue had done to him.
This Lan Xinhui quality little Nizi was obviously moved by herself.
So she hopes that she may be the only one who has left a good impression in her heart so far, and she will shine again in the phonology of the poetry that she is best at.
Goulong Ruyuan also stretched his palms and said, "Okay! Okay! Miss Murong's proposal really won my heart, so I will wait and see and listen to her with sincerity."
Bao Daren and Zhan Zhao on the side also smiled at Zhao Kuangyin. They knew that the emperor official was good at being elegant and good at playing flute and flute, but they didn't worry about him.
Zhao Kuangyin was aware of his family's affairs and couldn't help but smile a little bitterly.
He is the Emperor Gongma, and he is not good at poetry and melody, especially in front of people like Murong Ningxue and Goulong Ruyuan, it may not be easy to shine.
He was about to refuse, and raised his head to meet Murong Ningxue's expectant look, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement that he did not want to give up.
Suddenly a thought flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but smile.
Forget it, I can't conquer you, let me see someone in Song frighten you.
Zhao Kuangyin stood up and laughed at the crowd: "A person in the mountains and wilds of Song, what he learns is different from that of the literati, if he is performing art in the classroom..."
He finished speaking, smiled at Murong Ningxue, and said with puns: "Miss Murong, don't be intimidated by me."
Everyone was stunned, but the music is soft and melodious, so how can it be frightened
Murong Ningxue looked at Zhao Kuangyin, but her bright eyes lit up with a strange look: "Ningxue has always been bold, sir, please!"
……
With a muffled "bang", even though Murong Ningxue had been prepared for a long time, he still involuntarily shook his whole body.
Almost everyone, holding their breath, looked at Zhao Kuangyin, who was standing in the middle of the lobby with a snare drum in front of him.
There is the Song Dynasty poetry style, mainly soft and graceful, as many musical instruments as the long flute, piccolo, short qin, and guzheng. Although Su Shi pioneered the bold and unrestrained school, it is only iron plate and copper loquat, which has shown its sonority. As for the big drum, which can be said to be used only when marching and fighting, it has almost never appeared in banquet occasions.
Zhao Kuangyin looked at Murong Ningxue's pretty face pale for a while, couldn't help but smile inwardly.
Since you look down on how revolutionary the military is, I just want to show you how revolutionary it is.
Compared with the excitement of military drum beats, other so-called bold lyrics and music are just children's games and are not worth a while.
"Bang...bang...bang..."
It's not just a sound, it's not just a rhythm, but a feeling.
A feeling that every hit directly hits the heart of the person, which makes the blood swell, makes the spirits soar, and makes the blood turbulent.
Murong Ningxue knew that for the rest of her life, she would never have forgotten this night of flying drums.
Zhao Kuangyin is more like a magical charm, as fast as slow, generous and sonorous drums, although it does not seem to be in line with any rhythm, but every sound, every click, it is straight into his heart, making himself whole heart and whole person , Followed by ups and downs, it is difficult to extricate himself, giving birth to the feeling that there are thousands of horses in front of you, shouting and galloping.
What's more unforgettable is the faint chuckle on his stern face, intentionally or unintentionally when he swings the boxing drum, but he can't help but shake his heart when he has read all the characters in the world.
Although he was wearing a scholar's uniform, he could not conceal the fighting spirit and domineering under his majestic body.
It seems that the entire universe is controlled by his gestures.
How could there be such a character in the world of Song Dynasty, which has been weak for a century
Bao Daren was also full of ambitions, growing up, and singing loudly:
In my drunkenness, I drunk the lamp to watch the sword, dreamed back to blow the horns and even the camp, under the command of eight hundred miles of burning, the fifty strings turned over the sound of the stopper, the battlefield is in the fall; the horse made Lu Fei fast, the bow is like a thunderbolt, but the king is the world. Get the name before and after death, don't wait for nothing to happen.
The sound was loud, high and high into the clouds, even if a weak woman like Murong Ningxue, she was swaying with her own heart, and impassioned.
"Boom!"
Zhao Kuangyin swung one last time to dissipate Murong Xuening's thoughts, but she was unable to speak for a while.
It takes a period of time for anyone to calm down under such shocks before they can speak.
After a long while, suddenly a voice came from outside the house:
"It's been a long time since I heard such a familiar sound of war drums, it's really nostalgic."
Another person replied: "Old Wu, can't you forget the past that the 200,000 golden army was defeated before the Immortal Pass?"
Everyone in the Caolu couldn't help but look out.
With a "squeak", Murong Ningxue's Cao Lu was pushed aside for the second time in one day.
Two tall men appeared at the door.
They are only more than 30 years old, but their faces are covered with a sense of fatigue, and they also have a glass of wine in their hands.
There is nothing surprising about their appearance, but as soon as they walked into this cottage, the atmosphere of the entire cottage changed.
That kind of killing air was ten times more intense than the drum music brought by Zhao Kuangyin just now.
Zhao Kuangyin's eyes lit up, and he could almost see who these two people were at the first glance.
Unknown generals like Yue Fei and Han Shizhong, the entire Song Dynasty was counted only by a hand.
The two men were shocked when they saw Murong Ningxue's appearance.
After a long while, the man on the left laughed and said, "Goodbye, I didn't expect there to be such a beautiful girl in the world. If you knew it, Old Wu had already entered."
Murong Ningxue pursed her mouth and smiled. What is strange is that this man's language is rude and rude, but it always gives people a feeling of pointing directly at people's hearts, making people feel innocent.
The man then set his sights on Zhao Kuangyin. He couldn't help but his eyes brightened, and he smiled: "I can't imagine that in the Song Dynasty where the world knows all about singing and dancing, you can still hear such an inspiring drum. Come on, My old Wu must have a drink with you today!"
Zhao Kuangyin also smiled: "Wu Shuai really loves the truth, please speak quickly!"
The old Wu was slightly taken aback, and another man took a step forward and frowned, "How do you know who we are?"
When he came closer, everyone could see that his figure was actually not tall, but he had an aura of greatness, which made people think he was very tall.
There was a smile in Zhao Kuangyin's eyes, and You You said: "If you can't recognize Wu Lin and Wu Shuai, who defeated the 200,000 army of the Jinren with 50,000 people outside of the Immortal Pass, you can't recognize that Chengzhou was killed alone during the First World War. How can Liu Qi and Liu Shuai, the King of the Dragon and Tiger King of the Kingdom of the Kingdom, be able to beat the drums like that."
The rest of the people in the Caolu changed their colors at the same time.
It turns out that this is the second of the four famous generals, Wu Lin and Liu Qi, who are as famous as Yue Fei and Han Shizhong.
Since the two of them were taken back into the military and left idle, they have been sentimental and have never been to the court, so it was the first time that Lian Zhan Zhao and Bao Daren had seen each other.
Murong Ningxue stood up, and Su Rong bowed: "Ningxue has seen two marshals!"
Everyone in the room was in a daze. Liu Qi chuckled lightly: “It is said that Miss Murong’s cottage is an elegant place to talk about piano and poems, so the two of us have never dared to come and disturb each other. Today I heard this brother’s The sound of the drums made me feel itching, so I walked in like this. The girl doesn't blame the bloody smell of the two of us for ruining your elegant atmosphere here. Why is it so polite?"
Murong Ningxue said with a stern face: "Just now when Mr. Song was enlightened, Ningxue suddenly saved it. If there weren't two commanders Yue and Han in the past, then the people of Song Dynasty would have nowhere to stand. How could Ningxue chant the wind and moon here, and talk about Fengya."
"So in Ningxue's view, the people of the Great Song Dynasty should all salute the several great marshals!"
"Although Ningxue was born a weak woman", she raised her head, seeming to be speaking to Liu Qi, but she seemed to be talking to Zhao Kuangyin: "But the blood is still hot!"
Liu Qi and Wu Lin looked at each other, and their eyes showed admiration.
Liu Qi sighed: "If the son of the Song Dynasty could be half as passionate as a girl, we would have drove the Jurchen back to the lair long ago. It's a pity... What a pity..."
Goulong Ruyuan touched his nose with some unpleasant taste. In this dynasty that emphasized culture and despised martial arts, he had always been the focus of everyone wherever he went. Only here, he seemed to have been despised.
Wu Lin was more rugged than Liu Qi, and walked towards Zhao Kuangyin and said, "Let's ignore that guy pretending to be sly and sloppy. Brother, you are very angry with Lao Wu. Let's have a good drink and make friends. "
Zhao Kuangyin looked at the wine glass he handed over, with a chuckle at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Unfortunately, I don't want to drink this glass of wine with you!"
Quiet!
Everyone was stunned by Zhao Kuangyin's words.
Murong Ningxue turned her head to look at him, her eyes gradually filled with a sudden smile from incomprehension.
With a "click", the wine glass broke into Wu Lin's hand.
He took a deep breath, but there was no expression on his face. He just asked faintly: "Do you think I am not worthy of Lao Wu?"
For some reason, almost everyone in the Caolu felt an inexplicable chill at that moment.
Even if martial arts reached the state of Zhanzhao, it is inevitable.
Murderous aura, that is the murderous aura that gushes out of Wu Lin.
Although he doesn't have a single soldier in his hands, he still looks like an army of knives and spears standing behind him.
Zhao Kuangyin looked complacent, and categorically responded: "Yes!"
Liu Qi gently pressed Wu Lin's shoulders, his eyes showed strange light, and he focused on Zhao Kuangyin, and asked, "I want to know the reason."
Zhao Kuangyin smiled faintly, and drank the wine to himself: "The national shame has not snowed, the country has not recovered, the gold man has 600,000 iron knights, especially since Chen Bingjiang left, how can Piaoxiangfang be the place where the two marshals should come? Is the wine here what the two marshals should drink?"
Liu Qi still seems to have a light flashing in his eyes, but his face is still faint: "From your point of view, where should we be?"
Zhao Kuangyin smiled and said: "There are thousands of miles of beautiful rivers and mountains on the north bank of the big river. Shouldn't the marshal now relax on the horse?"
The murderous intent on Wu Lin's face was gone, replaced by a wry smile.
Zhao Kuangyin looked at Wu Lin and Liu Qi, but there was a sincere expression in his eyes: "The one I would like to drink with the two marshals is the blood of Hu Lu! It is the flesh of the golden man! I wonder if the two marshals are willing to fight with me. Have fun and drunk on top?"
Liu Qi looked at Zhao Kuangyin and stayed silent for a long while, then suddenly turned around and smiled bitterly at Wu Lin: "Old Wu, we seem to be really old."