Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Ding-ding-ding-ding——

Exotic music rang in the ears. Dancers in red and white pleated skirts were dancing in different styles with somewhat stiff steps. They were spinning in circles in the middle of the field, and occasionally tossing their long sleeves, which made several visitors from Liaodong twitch their faces. A Goryeo official wearing a wide robe with big sleeves was shaking his head nearby, and looked intoxicated from time to time.

Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light.

But it makes the host drunk and the guests don't know where they are in a foreign country.

With his head lowered, Yang Pu sat at the table, shaking his wine glass, thinking that Li Bai's "Written in a Foreign Land" was very good, but Goryeo's learning of Tang and Song culture was a bit incomplete. He had seen the "Long Sleeve Dance" performed by Yelu Yanxi's palace dancers when he went to Beijing. The long sleeves were dazzling, and with the makeup and gold and silver ornaments, they were like fairies descending, and these Goryeo dancers...

I couldn't help but look up, then lowered my head and closed my eyes.

It lacks agility and is too stiff. The long sleeves are a bit too short and look messy...

Do these officials really think it looks good?

Looking at the sincere face, this middle-aged man who passed the imperial examination, served as a proofreader of the Liao Dynasty, and is now a doctor of the Ministry of Rites of the Qi Dynasty, couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. Is there something wrong with his aesthetic taste? Why do other people seem to be enjoying it?

"Doctor Yang is not good at drinking?"

The words he heard made this person's heart move. He turned around and saw that the person who spoke had a resolute face and was a little dark. He was the Minister of Personnel of Goryeo, Wang Zizhi. He had been in Goryeo for quite a while. He usually urged Goryeo to wipe out the pirates, and this person responded positively. Later he learned that this person's daughter married Li Gongyi, the son of Li Ziqian, which roughly represented the attitude of his in-laws.

"Minister Wang." Yang Pu swayed a little, holding the wine glass and looking at him with a smile: "Today's wine is good and the moonlight is beautiful, it is indeed a bit intoxicating."

Wang Zizhi laughed and pointed at the dancing girl: "Doctor, you forgot to say that the dance is beautiful, and the girl is beautiful too."

Yang Pu raised his glass and drank with a natural smile: "Hahaha, that's right." He leaned his body a little, stretched out his hand and lifted the wine pot to fill it up: "I heard that the pirates who ravaged the coasts of Goryeo and Qi have disappeared, which makes me even happier."

"Pirates are abominable." Wang Zizhi held out his hand and clinked his cup with Yang Pu's. "It's good that the coasts of our two countries are peaceful now." He took a sip of wine and looked at the other party with a smile. "In fact, I admire your country's martial arts even more. Eight years ago, before I was promoted to Shangshu, I also served in the army and fought against the Jurchen army."

He smacked his lips and said, "If it weren't for the help of Wei Wei Shao Qing, I would have almost died at the hands of the Jurchens."

Junior Secretary of the Imperial Guards?

Yang Pu thought about it quickly, and then suddenly realized: "It's General Tuo Junjing. I heard that he is the most courageous general in Goryeo."

"That's right." Wang Zizhi nodded and smiled. "So when I heard that your country had defeated the main force of the Jin Kingdom, I exchanged letters with Tuo Weiwei, and he was also very surprised. If it weren't for the important matter of guarding the border, he would have returned to the court to meet with the doctor."

"That's a pity." Yang Pu raised his glass and took a sip. "I have already resigned from your king and will be back soon. I wish I could meet the famous general."

"There will definitely be a chance in the future." Wang Zizhi raised his glass with a smile.

The two of them sat not far from each other, talking quietly and drinking. Soon, Yang Pu, with a red face, leaned on the table and muttered, "I heard that Li Zhuguo is a great hero, but it's a pity that I can't have a conversation with him. I have something secret to tell you..."

Wang Zizhi looked at him with a smile and took a sip of wine.

The banquet continued, and dancers were replaced one after another. When the banquet was over, someone came to persuade guard Yang Pu to leave and put him on the carriage.

……

The first day of the first month of the seventh year of Zhenghe in the Song Dynasty and the seventh year of Tianqing in the Liao Dynasty. The good weather in Liaodong lasted for a few days. The not-so-warm sun was shining on the pine trees in the courtyard. Outside the brown-painted door, someone was waiting with his head down.

creak-

The door opened inward, and Yang Pu walked out wearing a black official uniform. This was delivered by Wei Zhaode after the uniform was decided.

"Dear guest, the master is waiting for you in the main hall." The servant who spoke bent down and lowered his head with a respectful look.

"Got it." Yang Pu didn't seem surprised. He just nodded and walked out of the room: "Lead the way."

The servant bowed, turned around, and walked forward with a strange pace. Yang Pu felt awkward watching him from behind, but he was a man who learned etiquette after all, so even if he felt disdainful in his heart, he still had a peaceful expression on his face.

Walking out of the courtyard and onto the covered bridge, you will see a group of buildings imitating the Tang Dynasty style. However, the area is not large and the houses are not grand enough, giving people the illusion that they are shorter than the others. However, this is the residence of Li Ziqian, a powerful official of Goryeo.

Mu monkey and crown.

A word flashed through his mind, but he immediately forgot about it. He would have to meet the host of the place soon, and if he thought of some contemptuous words at this time, it might be revealed in his eyes and expression, which he would never allow.

While he was thinking, the person in front of him kept walking and led him into a hall decorated in classical style. Yang Pu looked straight ahead at the middle-aged man sitting there and walked over, bowing and saying, "Foreign minister Yang Pu greets Li Zhuguo."

"Doctor Yang." Li Ziqian, who looked to be in his thirties, returned the greeting and extended his hand, saying, "Sit down."

After watching Yang Pu sit down, he asked, "Did Doctor Yang sleep well last night?"

"Thank you for your concern, everything is fine." Yang Pu bowed slightly.

Li Ziqian stroked his beard and smiled: "I heard that the doctor was leaving. After the banquet yesterday, I saw that the doctor was drunk, so I invited him to stay for a while. I hope you can forgive me for my impoliteness."

Yang Pu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I stayed up all night yesterday, I shouldn't have drunk, but I was away from home for so long that I couldn't help feeling homesick, so I drank a few cups. I also want to thank Zhuguo for bringing me back to the mansion."

"It's just a small matter, it's just a small matter, the doctor is really a homebody." Li Ziqian laughed, then slowly put away his smile: "But...what did the doctor mean when he said he had something secret to tell me after he got drunk?"

Yang Pu narrowed his eyes, with a strange smile on his face: "Did Yang say that?"

The Goryeo official opposite him didn't even raise his eyelids: "Why is Wang Zizhi crazy and coming here to tell me this?"

"The State is wise." Yang Pu did not deny it. He just reached out and took out a piece of letter and gently placed it on the table in front of him: "This is written by the King of Qi himself. I will present it to the State on the day I leave." He pushed the envelope forward with his hand: "Please read it, State."

Li Ziqian narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a long while before looking at the silent waiter beside him. The man walked over in small steps, picked up the letter and squeezed it, then walked over and placed it on the host's table, then stepped back and stood aside with his body hunched.

Reaching out to pick it up, the middle-aged official removed the wax, took out the letter and read it carefully, then suddenly closed the letter and asked: "What does your King Qi mean? What do you mean by being willing to form an alliance with Li?"

Yang Pu's brows did not move, but he spoke with his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart: "I have not read what my king wrote, but it is the king of Qi's intention, which is the national policy of Qi."

"Heh..." Li Ziqian put the letter on the table, his face was a little uncertain, and he leaned back for a while: "I remember you told my king half a month ago... But Qi is willing to form an alliance with Goryeo."

Yang Pu looked at him with a smile: "Isn't Zhuguo also a minister of Goryeo?" (End of this chapter)