Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

"When she sang, the concubine couldn't help but think of the poems of Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi."

"Ma'am and I thought about it together." Defang looked at Concubine Di and said, "Wei Ge is suffering from a disease of the people, I hope the Son of Heaven will know."

"It's just that it's not the king today, but the prime minister in the future."

"It's just that Kou Zhun doesn't seem to be listening."

"One day he'll understand."

"I'm afraid it will be too late when he really understands."

"My lord, let nature take its course."

Defang sighed and nodded. He understood very well that Kou Zhun's personality is difficult to change, but Da Song needs his talent, but how can he protect such a loyal and virtuous official? Defang still has a lot to do. A commitment awaits him.

[Qian Tao: From about 960 to 1022, Kou Zhun was a concubine, Shu Ling was able to write poems, and once wrote "Two Poems of Cheng Kou Gong". 】

In the early morning of the next day, after breakfast, Defang was drinking tea in the hall, holding a letter in his hand, reading it with interest, and Baili who was on the side glanced at it and said, "It seems that Mr. Pan has written another good poem."

"Huh?" Defang looked at Baili, "You understand it too?"

Baili smirked and said, "The young one can't understand it, but you seem to appreciate his poems very much, my lord, that's why the young one agrees."

"Smart," De Fang said, "Pan Lang has written a lot of poems and sent them over the past few years. Each poem will give people a very different feeling, as if they are immersive. A talented person is a talented person."

"The literati is amazing. He made so many mistakes before, but there are still many people helping him. Although he is not in Beijing now, he is living very comfortably."

"That's only if he's not bad in nature." Defang said, "I remember that when he was pardoned by His Majesty and returned to office, he wrote a poem on the way to Chuzhou on the way to Chuzhou and sent it to the lonely king. It writes: The small body does not kill Xie Tianen, and it is unheard of in the world to support and care. In the past, I was a teaching assistant in idleness, and now I am scattered to join the army. Gao Yin thin horse rushes to the snow, and sees the lonely Hong into the broken clouds from a distance. It should be the same when he is in office I would like to buy incense and burn the Qing salary."

"My lord, didn't he once write a poem about arsenic? After listening to the one you read just now, it's really different."

"Yeah, you can hear it. It can be seen that he really repented."

"Then what did he write this time? Is it mountains and rivers again? Or do you miss the past?"

Defang smiled, "You guessed right again. He just misses the beautiful scenery of the past. The lonely king will read to you: Long memory of Qiantang, not the world but the sky. Tens of thousands of families are hidden among the greenery. The water is gurgling everywhere. Different flowers and four seasons When the window is open. The entrance and exit are clearly on the barrier. Don’t come to Sui Liu for several autumns. When will I have to revisit”

"He wants to go back to Qiantang? Wasn't it West Lake before? Wasn't it Lonely Mountain last time? Why is he always changing?"

"You, you!" Defang pointed to Baili, folded the letter and put it on the table and said, "This West Lake is within the jurisdiction of Qiantang. Because it is in the west of Hangzhou City, it is called West Lake. And there is a small island beside the West Lake. The scenery is very beautiful, and this island is called Gushan.”

Baili patted his head, "Oh, it turned out to be a place, so what else is there in Wushan and Xishan?"

"Yeah, it's all about the scenery of the West Lake. You, I want you to study more, but you just don't study hard."

"My lord, you have said that you have been young for decades."

"I can't remember it for decades."

"My lord, if you often go to these places with the little one, the little one will remember it, hehehe"

"You guy, you take it to play? At most you can only remember the famous dishes and delicacies."