My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 366
Wang Lin shouted and embraced, and boarded the Tongque Terrace.

In fact, the grand occasion is no longer there, it is just a relic of the Three Kingdoms, which has gone through thousands of years of wind and rain.

"Building a high gate is as towering as it is, floating double queres are like Taiqing. Standing in the middle of the sky is the Huaguan Xi, and Lianfei Pavilion is like the west city."

In terms of Cao Zhi’s Fu on Tongque Terrace, the present Tongque Terrace is just an ordinary viewing pavilion in Songjiazhuang compared with the palaces and pavilions when the wife was first built.

Perhaps only this two-story wooden attic remains from the past, and has been repaired by generations of the Song family, while the side halls on both sides of the attic were built by the Song family.

However, this place is still the highest point in Linzhang or the ruins of Ye City. Overlooking the endlessly flowing Zhang River, looking back at the majestic Taihang, the mountains and rivers are connected, which is enough to give Wang Lin a sense of the majestic beauty of China.

The red sun slanted westward.

Wang Lin looked at the beautiful scenery from a distance, chatting and laughing with the generals, Song Pengran and the members of the Song family waited on him in fear.

As a powerful and powerful family in Hebei, the Song family has accumulated thousands of years of real background. In fact, it is almost the same as Lu Junyi's Lu family, but the name is not as big as the Lu family.

Otherwise, how could the Song family use Zhuang Ding and the villagers to build fortresses and trenches to fight against the Jin people so far?

In Wang Lin's eyes, gentry like the Song family are one of the important forces in the united front of the anti-golden alliance, and they must be united.

Yue Fei laughed and said: "Master, it is about Tongque Terrace. There are a lot of works recited by literati in the past dynasties, but in general, there are very few poets who have surpassed Du Mu's "Red Cliff" in the Tang Dynasty. It is crowned with Cao Zhi's Tongque Terrace Fu of the Three Kingdoms. The sea is flowing, the mountains and rivers are mutated, and there is no one who can be replaced by future generations."

Wang Lin smiled and nodded.

Among the generals, Yue Fei is considered a man of both civil and military skills, and he has a great appreciation for poetry and songs.

Otherwise, I would not be able to write the magnificent song Man Jianghong later.

Among the generals under his command, Hua Rong, Han Shizhong, Lu Junyi, and Dong Pingping are also Confucian generals with both civil and military skills, and the rest are mostly engaged in military equipment, and are not very interested in these reciting poems.

For example, Li Kui and Shi Jin enjoy themselves only by killing the enemy besides wine and meat.

Han Shizhong had a big chest, and wanted to comment a few words, but then felt that he had just unintentionally violated the "taboo" of Wang Lin's direct descendants in the audience, so he didn't want to be the first bird, so he stood far behind, Gu Shangjing.

At this time, they heard footsteps behind them, and everyone turned their heads to look, and saw six or seven men dressed as civil servants of the Song Dynasty hurriedly stepped onto the stage.

The leader, with a hollow left arm and a pale complexion, had obviously been severely injured.

These six or seven people knelt down and bowed to the ground afterwards.

The leading one-armed man was about thirty years old, with bright eyes, a square nose, and a square mouth. He only described him as haggard.

The person worshiped loudly: "The next official Xiangzhou Tong sentenced Huang Qishan—"

Then someone answered: "Zheng Tong was punished in Xingzhou, Wang Enbo, the magistrate of Tangyin County, Cheng Zanguo of Linzhang County, and Gong Liwei, the left-behind deputy envoy of Daming Mansion...see His Royal Highness King Qi!"

Yue Fei approached Wang Lin and whispered something in Wang Lin's ear.

Wang Lin nodded slowly. The six or seven people in front of him were the leaders of the Hebei Rebel Army who had heard that the Fuhu Army had defeated the Jin people in Xiangzhou.

Although the chief officials of the states have surrendered in anticipation, it is impossible for all officials in Hebei to become traitors without bones.

At the critical moment, it is reasonable to see a few mid-level and lower-level officials who stand up and lead the people to fight against the gold in the enemy's rear.

Wang Lin's clear and appreciative eyes fell on Huang Qishan.

From the state general judgment of the fifth rank, it can be regarded as a high-ranking official.

This man is a civil servant, without the strength to restrain a chicken, but he was able to lead more than a hundred people to break out at the critical moment when the chief official of Xiangzhou surrendered.

He also organized civilian husbands in the countryside to harass the Jin soldiers. Before the battle, he took the lead and was chopped off by the Jin soldiers.

The existence of these people can be regarded as an interpretation of the old saying "there are many generous and righteous men in Hebei", and it is not completely fictional.

Wang Lin stayed at Songjiazhuang and had a banquet at Tongque Terrace, and he also wanted to meet everyone.

Undoubtedly, these civil servants and capable officials who have been baptized and tested by the flames of war will be the most indispensable mainstay in the Song and Jin wars.

Rear supplies, logistics, armaments, stability... all have to count on these people to work hard.

Without a stable and continuous support and guarantee, this war cannot be fought, let alone won.

Thinking of this, Wang Lin leaned forward with a gentle face and personally helped Huang Qishan up, then nodded to Zheng Tong and the others one by one, and ordered Yue Fei to help them up on his behalf.

"My lords, I'm being polite!" Wang Lin bowed to Huang Qishan and the others.

Han Shizhong and other generals were a little surprised. They didn't expect Wang Lin to value these civil servants who had escaped from their duties so much.

Huang Qishan and the others hurriedly returned the salute: "I don't dare to wait!"

In fact, Huang Qishan and others are still a little uneasy, worried that they will be held accountable for losing the city by the court.

The culprit is certainly not them.

However, as the deputy of the chief official or important officials, they are all responsible for guarding the land. If the city fell and the people under their jurisdiction were massacred, how could they be irresponsible?
Wang Lin said slowly: "The wind knows the strength of the grass, and the country knows the loyal ministers. Your lords can take the lead in the country's crisis, stay calm in the face of danger, gather the villagers, resist the golden soldiers, not fear life and death, defend the country, and your actions are also generous. It is also heroic!"

"Throughout the ages, there have been many heroes in Yanzhao who are generous and elegiac, gentlemen, this should be the case!"

Wang Lin's words were resounding.

As soon as his words came out, it was tantamount to characterizing the actions of Huang Qishan and others.

Not guilty, meritorious!
And with Wang Lin's unshakable status in the Song Dynasty today, his words represent the court of the Song Dynasty!
As soon as Wang Lin finished speaking, Huang Qishan and others faced the direction of Tokyo, knelt down on the ground, and wailed for a long time.

Since the Jin people invaded, they have been under great ideological pressure.

With their strong organizational ability and great patience, they organized the Hebei people who were unwilling to be subjugated slaves to form an army and harass the Jin people. This is the key factor why Wanyan Zongwang has not really gained a foothold in Hebei so far.

Without the existence of these resistance forces, the Jin people would have established a "Yan Kingdom" puppet regime in Hebei long ago.

Wang Lin was well aware of this.

If this were not the case, the Jin people in history would not have supported two puppet emperors in the Song Dynasty.

The territory of the Song Dynasty is easy to occupy, but it is not easy to achieve long-term governance.

Wang Lin said lightly, regarding what they did in the past, one word is certain!

They are not rebellious officials and national traitors who escaped from their duties, but loyal officials and righteous men!

To the country, to the people, to the community, meritorious service!

Wang Lin didn't persuade Huang Qishan and the others, and let them cry and vent their pent-up emotions.

When it was over, I talked with them calmly and asked about the situation in various places.

He didn't expect that people like Huang Qishan were all from the top two ranks.

In the words of modern people, it is comparable to Peking University and Tsinghua University, with excellent academic qualifications.

In the current era, it is well known that the imperial examination is extremely difficult.These people are obviously the elite among Song people.

Therefore, among the civil servants, there are people like Qin Hui and righteous men like Huang Qishan.

Wang Lin felt deeply that the most urgent thing is to have more people like Huang Qishan, the better, and more people to fill the posts at all levels of the Song Dynasty court, so that there is no need to worry about fighting against the Jin people.

He already had a mature arrangement in mind.

Huang Qi is good at knowing Xiangzhou, Liyang, Huazhou, Tangyin, Linzhang... These counties that have been recovered all need civil servants to govern them, bring order out of chaos, and rebuild after the war.

Wang Lin told Huang Qishan and others about his arrangement one by one, and amidst the tears of gratitude from everyone, he sent the memorial to the imperial court to the capital in an expedited way of [-] miles.

There is no doubt that the imperial court will definitely respect Wang Lin's opinion with the arrangement of the local officials after the war.In fact, Zhao Ji didn't care about these at all, he only cared about whether Wang Lin won or lost.

If you lose, you have to regenerate the heart to escape.

Seeing civil officials like Wang Lin and Huang Qishan talking about the past and the present, Han Shizhong, Zhang Jun, Liu Guangshi and other generals looked at each other in dismay. Doesn't the prince hate these hypocritical civil servants in the court very much?

And everyone in the world knows that the gentry, civil servants and Wang Lin are at odds, because Wang Lin kills civil servants every now and then.

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Huang Qishan bowed and said sincerely: "My lord's literary talent is famous all over the world, and my subordinates have heard about it a lot in Xiangzhou. Today, my subordinates are waiting to pay their respects to my lord at the Tongque Terrace. The mountains and rivers are beautiful here. I don't know if my lord has a good work, so let my subordinates watch it." And pass it on to future generations?"

Wang Lin smiled wryly in his heart.

A scholar is a scholar, and he will never forget to play with words and ink.

Even in today's situation, the heavy soldiers of the Jin people are still sleeping soundly by their pillows, they are still keen on this way.

But Wang Lin's meeting with Huang Qishan and others at Tongque Terrace today has deep meaning.

He nodded slightly, and said with a light smile, "Mr. Song, please send someone to fetch a pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

The Song family set up a case in front of Tongque Tower, on a high platform, facing the river and backing the mountain.

After the afterglow falls between the mountains, rivers, heaven and earth, Linzhang City after the war is solemn and desolate, the Zhanghe River flows continuously, and the towering mountains stretch thousands of miles away.

The smoke from the kitchen is curling up under the feet, and it is peaceful.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, picked up a pen and wrote:
"In the second year of Xuanhe in the Great Song Dynasty, on the nineteenth day of the eighth month. I raised my troops across the river, beheaded all the gold captives, and returned to Linzhang and Xiangzhou one by one.

I, together with my generals Yue Fei, Hua Rong, Yan Qing, Han Shizhong, etc., and the prefect of Huang Qishan... Dozens of righteous men including Hebei guards, gentry Song Pengran, etc., climbed the ancient Tongque Terrace to enjoy the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers.Nostalgia, feeling. "

After Wang Lin's question was finished, everyone was overjoyed, especially civil officials like Huang Qishan burst into tears and bowed to thank him.

With Wang Lin's past talent and current reputation, as the mainstay of the Great Song Dynasty's efforts to turn the tide, as long as what he does at this time is not bad, it will be praised all over the world, and their names should go down in history.

However, the accountability Huang Qishan worried about and the infamy left in history no longer exist.

Leaving aside Yue Fei and others, Shan Zhangjun and Liu Guangshi were extremely envious. They sneaked a glance at Han Shizhong, and Han Shizhong was also a little surprised and moved.

This shows that Han Shizhong has entered Wang Lin's field of vision and has become one of his most respected and trusted generals.

The three of them came to Qingzhou together to play under their command. It was obvious that Han Shizhong, who was the youngest and lowest, walked faster than them.

Wang Lin smiled, picked up his pen and continued writing.

"The Xiling tree used to be a place where beauties danced and danced. When the heartbroken king died, the moth eyebrows were haggard and the fragrance was gone.

Who has pity on Wei Wu's mind, and the remaining tiles are empty and inscribed with the year of the Han Dynasty.The spring of Tongque hangs deep in the setting sun, and Shi Lin's autumn is cold and lying in the wild smoke.

The rise and fall of Yexia is now and ancient, and the wild trees and apes cry rain.The spring is long and the night is locked with ghosts, whoever pours wine into the soil. "

This is a poem written by Zhou Xun in the Yuan Dynasty about Tongque Terrace. Written at this time, it adds a bit of nostalgia and worry, and it is so tragic.

Everyone praised him endlessly.

Han Shizhong recited it silently, thinking to himself, King Qi is really a talent from heaven, martial arts flourished in the age, and literary talent is so elegant, who can match him throughout the ages?
Huang Qishan praised from the bottom of his heart and said: "Tongque Terrace, this word should be passed on through the ages, the prince's literary and martial arts can surpass Wei Wu, and he is No. 1 in the world!"

However, Wang Lin sighed: "Gu has always regarded poetry as a small way, which can be entertaining, but governing the country still needs to uphold the principle of justice and righteousness. Although there are many poems written by Gu, the only one who is really satisfied is the one that was given to Zhang Taiwei that day. A que..."

Huang Qishan said with emotion: "Your Majesty, what about the first song?"

Wang Lin nodded.

Wang Enbo, magistrate of Tangyin County, chanted softly: "Looking at the sword while drunk, I dreamed of returning to the battalion of blowing horns. Eight hundred miles of fire under the command, fifty strings turning outside the fortress, autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse-made Lu was so fast, his bow was like a thunderbolt.But the king's affairs in the world, won the name before and after his life.Poor White Happened! "

Zheng Tong and others sighed at the same time: "This que word has been sung throughout the ages. Zhang Taiwei died in Huazhou and died for his country. His grandeur and sadness made our generation feel heartbroken!"

Wang Lin was silent, and suddenly burst into tears.

As a time traveler, there are not many people and things that can touch his heart in two lifetimes... And Zhang Shuye is one of them!
He will never forget the frail back of this white-haired old man, trying to save the sky with his tired body, and repaying the family and the country with the fire of his life!
However, it was not recognized by the Song court!

Wang Lin was so emotional that his sadness was beyond words.

Everyone was moved.

After a long time, Wang Lin waved his hand, and immediately ordered someone to fetch the paper, and picked up the pen again.

"Bronze sparrows are empty, the water flows in Zhangzhou, the clouds and smoke are broken and the laughing hills are broken. Thousands of doors are locked and keyed, and the wind and dust are dark. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are harvested by the sunset. The writings of talented scholars are extremely eye-catching, and the terraces and pavilions of beauties are half of continents. The hero is here today, and the moon is still the autumn of the Han Dynasty. .”

After writing, Wang Lin threw down his pen and said with emotion: "Today, I gather together with you all at the Tongque Terrace, and make an oath as an alliance: expel the golden captives, and return my mountains and rivers. This heart is clear, comparable to the sun and the moon!"

Everyone bowed and bowed down: "We will fight to the death with the Jinren, serve the country with death, and swear to the death!"

Not far away, Han Shizhong bowed down slowly, his heart surging.

He has been in the army for ten years, and he has reached middle age. It is really a blessing in his life to meet such a hero as Wang Lin.

He knew that all the generals under Wang Lin's command followed the example of Zhao Kuangyin, Emperor Taizu of the Great Song Dynasty, who added the yellow robe to his body, and pushed Wang Lin to take the throne and replace Song Dynasty.

In fact, there are not a few people who have such a mentality.Even among the people, following Wang Lin's defeat of the Jinren several times, holding the sky with one hand, I am afraid that more and more people will have such thoughts.

Think of Wang Lin as Wei Wu of the Three Kingdoms.

Rely on the Son of Heaven to command the princes.

He remembered what Wang Lin had said to him just now, "I can't be Duke Cao alone." Based on this, he judged that Wang Lin would not usurp the Song Dynasty at this stage, because the foreign enemy was present, and the Song Dynasty was involuntary, and both sides would suffer.

Han Shizhong didn't know that what Wang Lin said meant something else.

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