Chapter 775: The four sides of Beiliang Road are fighting, and the Dragon and Elephant Army fight hard in Liuzhou
The old man of the Wang family smiled: “Scholars who do poetry and prose are the best words and high spirits are the best, and they will be called “being kind and kind.” Then the character of scholars is probably what Confucian Saint Zhang said, “If you are poor, you will be able to take care of yourself, and if you are successful, you will help the world.” This is very difficult, I just want to do it well, but I can’t do it. But there is one thing I do better than many people, that is, some people have no backbone, so they can’t see others’ character. Not only do they not feel ashamed of themselves, they also have to spit out or even trip. As for me, the least, I still have the intention of learning from the wise.”
The little maid scratched her head quietly, confused and couldn’t understand it.
Perhaps because he was tired, the old man began to close his eyes and rest.
At this time, a slight sound of footsteps came from the gate of the courtyard. The maid quickly turned her head and looked at her, stunned. It was Mr. Wang, who was the minister of the Ministry of Rites but never had the position of the head of the Wang family. Moreover, when he entered the courtyard, he always smiled and bent over, half a seat behind the two strange men. The maid looked up and couldn’t move her eyes away because the youngest woman among the three was so beautiful. Wang Xuanling, the Minister of Rites in the Southern Dynasty Temple, accelerated his pace slightly behind the rattan chair, and whispered to the old man who seemed to be asleep, “The prince is here.”
The old man opened his eyes and was about to get up with the help of Wang Xuanling and his maid Chai Mi, the tall man in his prime quickly smiled and said, “Your Majesty Wang doesn’t need to be polite, just lie down. Yelu Hongcai came empty-handed and was rude. It would be a blessing that the old man would not blame him.”
Although the trembling minister of the Ministry of Rites had already received the gaze of the Prince of Beimang, he could not resist the insistence of his old master. After the latter stood up, he bowed with great difficulty but respectfully. The prince who visited the Wang family’s residence in a private manner said helplessly: “The old man wants Yelu Hongcai to be ashamed of himself. Sit, sit quickly.”
The old man tried his best to sit on the rattan chair. Wang Xuanling and the maid of the small courtyard each brought a pineapple chair. When the minister saw that the beautiful woman was sitting almost at the same time as the Prince, his eyes trembled.
The Prince Beimang, who rushed back to Xijing from the battlefield of Hutou City, said with a kind look: “The old man is famous for his literary master and is a pure minister whom His Majesty praises him. This time I heard that the old man’s 100th birthday was coming in a hurry. I couldn’t come up with a suitable birthday gift for a while, so I had to visit him empty-handedly and I will make up for it. I hope the old man will forgive me.”
The old man smiled happily, “Your Highness, the Crown Prince, killed me, and killed me.”
Seeing that the old man who spoke less and less over the years, he was very happy and treated me more appropriately, and he was not confused. Wang Xuanling was worried that he would make up for something and sighed. He thought that there was an old man in his home and that he really didn’t say anything. He didn’t say anything.Wrong, depending on the situation, I can only stand at the moment, and I am expected to sit on the seat of the Shangshu.
Although Yelu Hongcai was not favored by those grasslands in the Beimang royal court, and there were not many of the most powerful generals and the most powerful generals in Beimang who clearly stated that they would stand behind him, this person was the legitimate first heir to the royal tent. Among the Southern Dynasties who valued the most orthodox, there were still quite a few nobles who were more optimistic about Yelu Hongcai. The two former kings of the North and South Courts, Huang Songpu and Xu Huainan, were actually very close to this gentle prince. However, with the sudden death of Xu Huainan and Huang Songpu’s resignation, and the rise of Dong Zhuo, Hong Jingyan and Zong Tan, Yelu Hongcai became more and more low-key.
Wang Xuanling, who stood quietly and held his breath, was certainly not stupid. His Royal Highness quietly visited the door this time, half because of Wang Jingchong’s child’s Dong Nabo identity, and half because his old man had a prestige among the remnants of the Southern Dynasty. Especially after the Wang family married the big family with the character A, it was equivalent to touching the true center of the Southern Dynasties, rather than those ordinary family members with character Yi, who seemed glorious on the surface, and some of the family members became ministers and generals, but in fact they were just a group of voice-oriented insects who depended on the Longguan Hao family.
Wang Xuanling had no reason for his mixed feelings. The land under his feet, the Meilin Villa, the Wang family’s mansion, the entire Xijing City, and even the entire Southern Dynasty, was a paradise created by the mighty old woman of Murong, who specially opened up for the Spring and Autumn remnants of Hong Jiabei. In addition to the bloody melon vines that happened inexplicably, many “peach trees” that moved from the Central Plains to the Southern Dynasties were cut off, which was frightening. Empress Murong was probably quite caring for them, the survivors of the Southern Dynasties. Some Beiting tribes went south to provoke, and they would be punished by the Yelu King’s tent afterwards. Maybe it was not too serious, but it could never be said to be painless. Just like the Wang family where Wang Xuanling is located, although he cannot be called the big family of Zhongming Ding Food in the Middle Plain, he is still exiled for thousands of miles with the status of a “ten-generation Hanlin” and leaves his hometown. He is even worse than a beleaguered dog who rolls in the mud and eats. He never thought that he would become a temple minister in the Southern Dynasty wearing yellow and purple robes again.
Yelu Hongcai’s face suddenly became gloomy and he whispered: “Old Master, I have heard of that character just now. The second family of Longguan is really unreasonable! When I return to the tent of the grassland king, I will definitely tell your Majesty this matter personally. There is no reason to let the old master suffer such great grievances!”
The old man smiled and waved his hand gently, “It’s okay. It’s okay. Not to mention the meaning of this character, it’s not an exaggeration to say that a word is worth a thousand gold in our Southern Dynasty. Although there is no signature, it is obviously written by Yu Liang, one of the four masters of calligraphy today. The old minister still has this little vision. It is worthy of being “the strokes are like dragon claws appearing in the clouds, covered with bones and gold and stone energy.” It’s not the military counselor who can admire Liyang’s literary world, but he can’t write this artistic conception. Besides, the old minister finally lived to this age and should rely on his old age.Many things can naturally be regarded as childish words, just laugh it off, just laugh it off. The poems and books of all ages say, “Life is only a hundred years.” This is really good. Even if the old minister can’t get through it, what does it matter, so, Your Highness, don’t worry about this matter. The topic of conversation after dinner is better than being angry. “
Hearing the old man’s words, the arrogant and deserted woman seemed a little surprised. She looked at the old man of the Wang family for the first time.
Yelu Hongcai smiled heartily and said, “The birthday star is the biggest, I will listen to the old man. “
While the old man smiled, he glanced at Wang Xuanling quietly. The latter was an old man in his age, and he was still like a child who made a mistake in front of the old man. He immediately panicked: “It’s not that my nephew talks too much…”
Yelu Hongcai helped explain: “Old man, it has nothing to do with Mr. Wang, it was what I heard about myself. “
The old man smiled and said, “In this yard, Your Highness is the greatest, and the old minister will listen to Your Highness. “
Yelu Hongcai smiled heartily, and just a simple joke and chatted, let the crown prince swallow many of the already-formed drafts. Since the heat was enough, adding firewood would be too much.
He talked to the old man about poetry, calligraphy and paintings, and did not mention any military and national affairs. Yelu Hongcai saw the fatigue that the old man could not hide, so he stood up and said goodbye. Of course, he would not let the old man get up and see him off. He stared at the Minister of the Shangshu for many years and accompanied him to leave the yard.
The maid named Chai Mi secretly patted his chest. It turned out that the crown prince was here in person. He really couldn’t see it, and there was no airs at all.
The old man of Wang, who was lying back on the rattan chair, closed his eyes and slapped the armrest of the rattan chair with one hand.
Chai Mi tiptoed to take a round fan and gently sniff the breeze for the old man.
The breeze blew on his face, and the already low summer heat became clearer and clearer.