The faint and quiet scent of the best grade borneol warm musk spreads evenly in every corner of the Xiangfu study.
Although Qin Hui has been in power for more than ten years, his power has been in the ruling power, and his wealth can be against the enemy, and this Xiangfu was built by the current emperor's official family several times and expanded and renovated. It has taken all kinds of famous gardens, rockeries, and rare birds from the north and south. It is extremely luxurious and magnificent, but this spacious study room is very light and elegant. Except for the desks and chairs, paper and ink, and a large Chinese hall hanging in the middle, there is no extra decoration. There is no trace of craftsmanship deliberately carved.
But for those with a little vision, it is not difficult to find that the tables, chairs, and inkstones here all have their own good origins.
The inkstone is the ancient inkstone of the beanlong purple stone used by Wang Xizhi back then, and the ink is the scented ink of the former pine smoke used by Chu Suiliang. In the pen holder is the Huzhou silver-inlaid bamboo premium sheep's pen, and the one on the table is slightly yellowish. The xuan paper of this dynasty is also a golden jade paper made by the emperor of the dynasty, the emperor of the dynasty, even if today’s emperor official wields a bit of ink, I am afraid it may not be able to put such a posture.
Choreographed girls selected from all over the south and north of the Yangtze River, holding silk and bamboo wind in their hands, and performing a gentle and melodious tune, but they are not obtrusive at all. Instead, this small room is filled with an atmosphere of openness and long-distance. .
When Qin Hui stepped into the study, he saw Chenggoulong Ruyuan, the newly appointed Yushi, carrying his hands in a leisurely manner, watching the big calligraphy hanging in the middle of the study.
The ministers in the court know that if they can be received by Qin Xiang in the study, it is a symbol of being attracted by Qin Xiang as a confidant. Therefore, for a long time, in the officialdom of Lin'an, the senior officials of the court will interact with each other. In the meantime, once entered Qin Xiang's study is a kind of qualifications and capital that can make people look at it immediately.
Because of this, the court officials who were fortunate enough to set foot in this study were waiting for their interview. Which one was not trembling and walking on thin ice.
Even Qin Xi, his most caring son, took a little breath in between this study.
But the new Yushi Zhongcheng Goulong Ruyuan in front of him seemed to treat this as his own backyard, and even Qin Xi, who was standing beside Qin Hui, could feel the carelessness escaping from him.
Qin Hui stopped Qin Xi who wanted to greet him, and walked slowly to Goulong Ruyuan, standing side by side in front of the large-character middle hall, with an inscrutable smile at the corner of his mouth: "This is an original game, Goulong Mr. Shicai couldn't help shaking his head slightly, thinking that it was clumsy and inferior. He still hopes that Mr. Goulong can give some advice if he has not been in the eyes of the Fang family."
Goulong Ruyuan turned around and clashed his hands in a graceful manner: "Qin Xiang is overly modest, and Qin Xiang's brushstroke has reached a round and round, and there is nowhere to be without a front, but there is nowhere to hide the front. All insights can be judged!"
Qin Hui called it as Mr. He, so that he could meet with the courtesy of having seen seniors in the academic world, without recounting court rites, and neither being humble nor overbearing.
Qin Hui looked closely at Goulong Ruyuan’s soft but resolute face. After a long while, he suddenly laughed and said, “You don’t need to be polite. The old man has been treating you since you were seven. Always appreciate attention, Ruyuan can speak freely without any scruples."
Goulong Ruyuan was stunned for a moment, and looked up at this powerful prime minister of Song Dynasty.
At this time, he was dressed in an ordinary Tsing Yi, with a kind smile on his face, calling his own name, and even more intimately like an elder, making his original performance look a bit young and frivolous, too supportive. Big.
Qin Hui has been in the country for more than ten years, and he has been sent by scholars all over the world. It is not a fluke.
Goulong Ruyuan slightly frightened his mind and turned his head back, facing the big characters, his eyes fell on the last sentence.
But the breeze on the river, the bright moon in the mountains, the sound of the ear, the beauty of the sight, the inexhaustible use and the endless storage of the Creator.
Goulong Ruyuan smiled and looked at Qin Hui: "Students with talents shook their heads. It is not because of Qin Xiangzhi's words, but because of the words of the scholar of Su University. Thinking of the old Wang Jinggong, I gave birth to a little emotion for no reason."
Qin Xi couldn't help being stunned, but Qin Hui paid a little attention and said softly, "Oh?"
King Anshi of the State of Jing, the great reform before Shenzong of this dynasty, not only has there been no change since the founding of this dynasty, and even since the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, there has never been such a thing.
In the Song Dynasty, the use of scientific examinations to obtain scholars broke the previous situation of low-grade nobles. The restrictions on merchants were far less than those in the previous dynasties. The prosperity of commerce was far beyond the Han and Tang Dynasties. The conscious cultivation of the literati's participation in politics by the emperor officials in the past dynasties has made the literati have a far greater responsibility for the family, the country and the world than the previous generations. It was not until the founding of the Song Dynasty that any ministers dared to mention to the emperor that the emperor should "rule the world with the scholar-officials" in person, and was recognized by the emperor. Even this sentence became one of the emperors and ministers who have been in the Song Dynasty. Between a kind of consensus.
The two major changes in this dynasty and one wild made it difficult for the social system originally inherited from the Sui and Tang dynasties to satisfy the various interactions in reality. Therefore, during the Shenzong reign, Wang Anshi came into being and raised his arms and started a vigorous big event. change.
It’s just that the power of one person will never be perfect. No matter how good the original intention of Wang Anshi’s reform is, there will inevitably be many unpredictable flaws in the specific implementation process. At one time, the ministers of the DPRK and China were divided into two factions supporting and opposing the reform, which is the old and the new. party.
Su Shi, Su Zi, US-Soviet Scholar, was the representative of the old party who opposed Wang Anshi's Reform at that time.
Therefore, it is a bit too big to be able to contact Wang Anshi's reforms in the passage of Su Shi's chapters and sentences.
What's more, since Wang Anshi's reform, the old and new parties have been arguing fiercely, gradually changing from a fair and equal state dispute to a conflict of intentions that blindly attack each other.
Since the time of Wang Anshi's political reform, even if the golden man went south and the Song Dynasty came south, it never ceased for a moment.
So now Wang Anshi, Wang Jing, the name that should have been unavoidable, has vaguely become a topic that everyone does not want to mention, intentionally or unintentionally.
Now, in the middle of the night, the uninvited Goulong Ruyuan, deliberately or unintentionally, brought up this topic with the help of Su Shi's poetry, I am afraid it will not be as simple as occasional emotion.
Qin Xi suddenly remembered the expression that Qin Hui had when he explained this sentence to him that day, and he couldn't help but change a little.
Qin Hui looked complacent, and asked with interest: "Oh? Ruyuan really has a broad vision and is eclectic. He can contact Wang Jinggong by Su Xueshi's poems. I really want to hear the details."
Goulong Ruyuan smiled and said: "Study Su’s full belly of poetry and prose Fengyue is the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains. It is the most cherished endless treasure in the eyes of Su Xueshi. But Wang Jinggong is full of people’s sufferings, so What he has pursued all his life is an endless collection of food and clothing for all the people of the world."
Qin Hui's eyes faintly showed a dazed look, but the corners of his mouth curled up with a smile: "Ru Yuan was praised by Mr. Guishan as a master of the style of Luo Xue, but he did not expect that he could do this to Lord Wang Jing. In theory, if Wang Jingongquan knows, he should smile without regrets!"
The two founders of Luoxue, Ming Dao and Yichuan, have inextricably linked with Wang Anshi before and after the reform. After Wang Anshi’s reform failed, Mr. Ming Dao Cheng Yi believed that the encounter between Wang Anshi and Emperor Shenzong was indeed The best example of the encounter between monarchs and ministers from ancient times to the present, it is a pity that Wang Anshi’s methods are not correct, and this golden opportunity of a lifetime was wasted. It is a biographical biography, and between the lines, it is inevitable that there are some slightly radical judgments of Wang Anshi and Wang Jinggong. Luo Xuemen's evaluations of Wang Anshi tended to be negative, but they didn't expect that Goulong Ruyuan, a Luo Xue heir, would have such a completely different view from his master.
Goulong Ruyuan raised his head and sighed softly: "Everyone says that King Jing should not seek for wealth and fight for profit with the people, but they don't know that if the country is not rich, the people will not support, the soldiers will not be strong, and the politics will be uneasy. What they have done is to create an infinite treasure for the lives and people of the world, and there is no trace of selfishness. What the students say is just fair and honest."
"So", he turned his head, looked at Qin Hui, and smiled softly: "The students came here this time, but they came here to live these days, but they were drawn up by officials from the Ministry of Households, Ministry of Rites, and Lin'an Prefecture. The article of the two additional donations."
The suddenness flashing in Qin Xi's eyes could not help but frown slightly, knowing that the meat of the show tonight is finally here.
Goulong Ruyuan made a big circle from Su Shi to Wang Anshi, but it turned out to be this thing.
Wang Anshi’s reform was to reap the benefits of the world into the country, which has been criticized by the world for a long time. Although the methods and methods are different from the two donations made by Bao Daren, the ultimate goal is the same.
Guan just now Goulong Ruyuan said, this Luo Xuemen, for this kind of practice, actually quite admires the attitude.
It's just that the conversation between myself and the foster father is not over yet, but I can't figure out what the foster father is thinking.
Fortunately, in any case, the original intention of this foster father was to let Yue Fei and Bao Daren let go to implement these two terms, otherwise it would be quite a matter of how to convince the Goulong Ruyuan in front of him. For a headache.
Although Goulong Ruyuan is only a young boy in his twenties, his reputation in academia is nothing short of one.
Standing in his body, it can be said that most of the Song court's heart of scholars in the world.
Qin Hui didn't change his expression, twisted his beard slightly, and asked leisurely: "As Yuan said, but that proposal to try out the profit donation and Dingkou income donation in Lin'an City?"
Goulong Ruyuan was stunned and said with a thoughtful look: "Qin Xiang really knows what he has done. The students only know that Bao Daren intends to implement these two donations, so they rushed in, but they didn't know that they were only planning to be in Lin'an City. Try it out."
Qin Xi leaned forward and squinted his palms and smiled: "Speaking of which, when talking about Bao Daren's affair with the foster father, I also remembered the reform of Duke Wang Jing. What Master Goulong saw, the fruit is the same. The official father and son coincided."
Goulong Ruyuan smiled softly: "In this way, Qin must have had a firm opinion on this discussion, but he doesn't know..."
Before Qin Hui could answer, Qin Xi already laughed and said, "Master Goulong is in the hands of Luo Xuezheng, and there is no prejudice about this discussion. How can my foster father be a person who eats the past and does not change, he is in a hurry to follow power and make decisions on the occasion As usual, so..."
"No", Gou Long Ruyuan slowly shook his head: "Qin Xiang misunderstood what the students meant!"
Qin Xi was slightly surprised, but Qin Hui's mouth curled up with a smile: "Ruyuan means..."
Goulong grows like a long body, and bows to Qin Hui solemnly: "The students are here to plead with Qin Xiang to make a living for the people of the world. In any case, this Chen will not be allowed to pass the award!"
Qin Xi couldn't help but call out, "What?"
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The pouring rain couldn't get rid of the deep black that hung over the head of the Jinbing temporary camp.
The sound of shouts and screams resounded throughout this world.
It is often that two people have already raised their swords, and then they can tell from the call from the other that they are vaguely co-robes standing opposite them, but at this time, if one party hesitates to take the knife, it will be there. The opponent's knife pierced his body for a moment of horror, and when he lay down on the ground, he yelled in the most filthy and unwilling voice, but fell silent for that moment.
What's more, this kind of attack not only comes from the opposite side, but also from any direction that can't see things at all.
In this long, endless darkness, everyone can only be left with the most barbaric side of the heart, fear, killing, and bloodthirsty. At this time, there is still any kind of tenderness and intolerance, nothing. It's different from seeking a dead end.
This is war.
Zhao Kuangyin was hiding in the blind spot of the battlefield he had chosen beforehand, and he happily dismissed two golden soldiers who occasionally bumped into it.
Without choosing a favorable terrain to hide in advance, in such an unpredictable chaotic battle, even if the individual's martial arts level is so advanced, there is absolutely no possibility of protecting one's own safety.
In this robbery, they won because of their small number, which is unimaginable for both the enemy and the enemy.
With a mere fifty people, no matter how carefully selected and skilled in martial arts, if you want to kill 15,000 elite soldiers, there is absolutely no chance of winning.
But in this dark night like ink, the smaller the number of people, the stronger the combat power can be.
When the group of "Iron Futu" troops hacked and slashed blindly in the dark, they lay in the hidden corners that they had chosen in advance, reducing the contact area they might encounter with the chaotic hacking to a minimum.
And every time there is an electric flash, when the group of golden soldiers may find that they are killing each other by the light of that moment, they will use the whistle as a sign to fly out and make as many fights as possible. And chaos, so that as many as possible of the Golden Army feel the threat of death, it is like an invisible monster squatting in the boundless darkness, waiting to choose someone and eat it all the time.
Seven or eight wounds, large and small, were bleeding from Bian Lu. With a large machete in his hand, he slapped a few sergeants close to him one by one. He kept shouting loudly to stop the chaos of the surrounding sergeants, but only Reluctantly, he can spin and avoid the machete that keeps greeting him.
He raised his head, the rain poured over his face, but it couldn't eliminate the anxiety in his heart.
He already faintly understood the strategy of this mysterious force that dared to attack the camp in this kind of weather.
Their purpose is not to kill many opponents, but to sow the deepest fear in the hearts of all the "Iron Futu" troops present.
Once this kind of fear spreads, even if there are already several "Iron Futu" team leaders who are as clear-headed as their own, they are scattered everywhere shouting for command, but the situation on the battlefield is impossible to get anything at all. control.
And the only Pingchi Daluhua who has real control over the entire army has not even made a sound since the war began.
As soon as the escort Bian Lu thought of this, he couldn't help but feel like a fire.
A faint coolness, like a little rain in the dark night, floated from behind Yanfu Bian Lu.
Bian Lu responded like this, and he darted forward with a roar.
The lightning flashed, and it sounded in his ears like a whistle from Jiuyou Hell.
The sound of the wind flickered on the left and right sides. When the life and death were at stake, Bian Lu was no longer merciful, with the knife in his hand swaying and cutting, sweeping the three sergeants on both sides with blood, knowing the life and death, and then swiftly turned around, and the sword was in front.
But at the moment when the electric light was especially self-shining, a faint sword light had already passed the knife in his hand and gently pierced his throat.
Although it was only a shallow penetration for one and a half minutes, Sen Leng's sword energy had already cut off all the vitality of Bian Lu at that moment.
Bian Lu raised his eyes, unwillingly, before the light was extinguished, remembering Xin Qiji's eyes that exuded fierce killing intent, and fell to the ground.
In the endless running call sign, I don't know how many pairs of feet just trampled on Bian Lu's body.
In the Qingming at the moment before his death, Yanfu Bian Lu clearly heard that all the shouts of command on the battlefield had completely disappeared, leaving only the screams of the sky.
"It's over!" This was the last thought that came up in Bian Lu's mind.