The First Great Ancestor of the Five Dynasties

Chapter 402: Talented but not as good as Zhu Wencai

The brightly lit Hongyan Pavilion was silent, and the musicians behind the screen had long since been driven away.

If Zhu Xiucang's words spread out at all, he is afraid that another uproar will be caused in Jiangning City.

Han Xizai, Zhou Zong, and Xu Xuan remained silent.

Li Deming was thoughtful.

Li Congjia's fat face wrinkled and he held his breath unconsciously.

He was not just a pampered county prince. During the days when he worked in the kitchen of Shenghe Mansion in Anding County, Jingzhou, he realized the hardships of being an ordinary citizen.

Of course, it's not that Li Congjia could live a privileged life as a prince and had to ask for trouble, but that he and Xu Xuan were homeless in a foreign land, helpless and forced to survive, so they had no choice but to condescend to work hard.

Even so, Li Congjia understands better how difficult people's livelihood is than the [-]% of the elders in Jiangning City.

"Brother Zhu thinks about the people's thoughts, treats the people's diseases, and suffers the people's sufferings. It can be said that he has the world in mind~" Li Congjia was filled with admiration.

Zhou Yan was already [-]% drunk and could not hear Zhu Xiu's words clearly. He put his hand on his forehead and his eyes were blurry while he was chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Zhu Wu's eyes widened and he clenched his fists hard, with anger on his face.

He can relate most to what Zhu Xiu said.

Especially after what happened to Zhou Ling, he hated those rich and unkind families even more.

Pan Mei drank one glass after another and murmured: "If Mr. Zhu had been born a few decades earlier, he would have been one of the rebel leaders in the world."

Zhu Xiu raised her head at a 45-degree angle with worry and anger, and glanced around secretly.

I originally thought that his angry youth appearance would attract a round of applause, but I didn't expect that only Li Congjia gave him a thumbs up.

Huh?No, there is another one.
Zhu Xiu lowered his head slightly and glanced away, only to see Zhou Xian looking at him with bright almond-shaped eyes.

"Alas~" Suddenly, Han Xizai let out a long sigh.

Zhu Xiu asked who was guilty, and of course he knew what he meant.

But he couldn't answer, and he didn't dare to answer.

When Han Xizai was young, he was known for his outspoken remonstrances, and he had never done anything to criticize the emperor.

But he didn't dare to answer this question.

Having said that, you will stand on the opposite side of the entire Jiangnan bureaucratic landlord class.

In other words, he is in this class himself, how can he do something that destroys his own foundation?
Xu Xuan was also silent. He also knew who was guilty and agreed with what Zhu Xiu said, but he was from a noble family and had a natural awareness of safeguarding his own interests.

Zhu Xiu smiled, bowed slightly, and sat down gracefully.

It was meaningless to argue about the so-called equality and human rights in the feudal era. The peasant uprising was just to overthrow the old bureaucratic aristocratic class and transform themselves into a new bureaucratic aristocratic class.

As long as the feudal era does not end, this cycle will continue.

No one is right or wrong, it is just a necessary stage in human evolution.

The awakening of certain consciousnesses takes a long time to evolve.

Zhu Xiu would not be stupid enough to go against the entire bureaucratic aristocratic class. He had already become a member of this class.

After taking control of the power of benefit distribution, all we can do is to make more profits for the people.

Mencius said that "the people are the most precious" probably meant this, reminding the monarch to put the interests of the people's livelihood first, and never ignore the rights and interests of the people.

"Ahem~" Zhou Zong coughed a few times and twirled his beard and said: "It is really rare for a literary talent at such a young age to know how to care about the people~"

Zhu Xiu said with a smile: "When my teacher was young, he used to be a county magistrate in Miyun County, Tanzhou. One day, he was impressed by the painting of ink and bamboo, and wrote a poem: "Yazhai is lying down and listening to Xiao Xiaozhu. County officials are always concerned about each branch and leaf." Then he resigned and went away. From then on, he hid in the mountains and fields, devoted himself to learning, and no longer cared about official career.

When my mentor was still alive, he often asked me to copy this poem, reminding me that no matter what position I hold in the future, I must put the suffering of the people first in my heart. "

Han Xizai's face was full of emotion, and he murmured and repeated the poem, with emotion in his eyes: "What a poem! What a really good poem! Unless a great sage who cares about all the people in the world, he cannot compose a good poem with such true words and sentences!"

Xu Xuan sighed and said: "The poem "Respecting Master Si You" reminds officials in the world not to forget the suffering of the people!"

Li Deming shook his head and regretted: "I just wish I had no chance to meet the hermit master. If I could listen to the teachings, it would be a comfort to my life~"

Zhou Zong twisted his beard and said: "No wonder my nephew is so talented and talented that is rarely seen in the world. He is a famous teacher and a disciple. Despite his great reputation, he is a true scholar!"

"Haha, uncle is too complimentary!" Zhu Xiu humbly handed over.The old man and the young man looked at each other and smiled. The words "nephew" and "uncle" instantly brought the two of them closer. They had some unexplained intentions and understood each other tacitly.

Zhou Xian's face was rosy and he glared at his old father angrily, as if he noticed something from it.

"Is your master the Tanzhou hermit, Mr. Siyou?" Zhou Xian whispered curiously.

"Exactly." Zhu Xiu smiled.

"Your master is still in Tanzhou?" Zhou Xian asked again.

Zhu Xiu shook his head and pointed to the west: "I have already gone to the Western Bliss."

"Oh~ My condolences!" Zhou Xian apologized quickly and embarrassedly.

Zhu Wu rubbed his chin and turned Pan Mei's hand: "Are the poems my brother recited really that good?"

Pan Mei shook her head: "Mr. Siyou is such a person, the poems he wrote are naturally good!"

Zhu Wu glared: "Have you met my brother's teacher?"

"No!" Pan Mei shook her head, "Old Pan, we don't have that kind of blessing!"

Zhu Wu sighed with emotion: "My brother is a blessed man! It's a pity that the gentleman died early, otherwise I would definitely come to kowtow to express gratitude."

Zhou Yan's confused voice came from several cases on the side: "'There is no difference between Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha. The nature of the Three Jewels is always happy and I am pure.'"

Han Xizai suddenly picked up the wine glass and said to Zhu Xiu: "It was my fault that I didn't judge and blame you just now!"

Zhu Xiu hurriedly raised his glass and said: "Master Han's words are serious! Master Han wholeheartedly thinks about the country and the court, and he is indeed a model for the scholars in Jiangnan!"

The two of them drank a cup from a distance, and Han Xizai said in a deep voice: "Although your poems, music and lyrics are good, it is true that once these poems are spread, it will be detrimental to the stability of the government and the public. I believe for the time being that you made an unintentional mistake. No matter what, I hope that You do something that is conducive to the peaceful coexistence of Great Zhou and Great Tang."

Zhu Xiu solemnly bowed and said: "Master Han's admonition, this junior will always remember it in his heart!"

Han Xizai was warning him not to stir up public opinion in Jiangnan with his plaintive poems, no matter what his intentions were.

I hope that he will use his status as a visitor from the North Korea to do something practical to promote friendship and peace between the two countries.

Han Xizai looked at Zhu Xiu, then at Zhou Xian, and suddenly smiled and said: "I heard that when Wen Cai entered the palace, he admitted his admiration for Lady Zhou in front of the officials. I think you two are about the same age, so you are quite similar." As a statue of a golden boy and a beautiful girl, why not take advantage of this festive season to write a poem with a literary talent and express your feelings in public!

Today, the old lady, Mr. and Mrs. Xu Dingchen are all present. If your poems are good and your sincerity is sufficient, there is nothing wrong with setting up the marriage! "

After saying that, Han Xizai burst out laughing.

Xu Xuan smiled and said: "The two countries have a good alliance, and the two surnames are getting married, which is very good!"

Zhou Zong raised his white eyebrows slightly and smiled without saying a word.

Zhou Xian was so embarrassed that he couldn't raise his head, and he clenched the corners of his clothes tightly. He was so flustered that he wanted to refuse out of reserve, but he didn't know how to speak.

Zhu Xiu scratched his head and smiled bitterly in his heart. He didn't expect Master Han to make fun of him.

Li Congjia said with a smile: "Brother Zhu is very quick in thinking and must have some ideas in mind."

Li Deming joked: "Master Zhu, please don't keep the beautiful woman waiting!"

Pan Mei pouted, looking gloating.

Zhu Wu lowered his voice and shouted: "Brother, don't be afraid, come on!"

Zhu Xiu took a deep breath, took a few steps forward, turned around and stared at the beauty, speaking in an affectionate tone:
"Half-awakened by burning incense and wine in the Gui Palace, the dewdrops are like water dotting the silver screen. I want to tell my heart with emotion, but I am ashamed to see the Altair and the Vega. This poem is called "Gift to Emperor E"."

Zhou Xian was so fascinated by what he heard that he even forgot about his shyness. He raised his head and looked at Zhu Xiu blankly. His red lips opened slightly and he murmured a poem. There was an inexplicable feeling spreading deep in his soft heart.
Han Xizai raised his head and sighed: "You can compose such a good poem in just a few steps. Today, I, Han Shuyan, really opened my eyes!"

Xu Xuan admired him and said, "Such a talent is not matched by the scholars from Jiangnan!"

Li Congjia swallowed his saliva and no longer knew how to express his inner excitement in words.

Li Deming shook his folding fan: "If so is a woman, I will not marry anyone other than Zhu Wen in this life!"

Zhu Wu happily grabbed the wine bottle and drank a few sips, wiping his mouth happily.

Pan Mei muttered while drinking: "Let's do it, let's see what you do when we get back to Kaifeng."

Zhou Zong stroked his white beard and looked at Zhu Xiu thoughtfully: "My dear nephew, come back to the house tomorrow and I will have a good talk with you."

(End of this chapter)