My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Today's Li Qingzhao, with the charm of the time, and the crystallization of the emperor's love, how can there be such a lonely and desolate mood.

Therefore, in this period of time and space, Li Qingzhao's phrase is destined to never come out again.

Wang Lin's thoughts flashed, and his mood turned.

He looked at Li Qingzhao, who had a charming and delicate expression, with a deep affection in his heart.

And Li Qingzhao also looked at the emperor at this moment.

When the eyes of the two met, there was a tacit understanding.

Li Qingzhao smiled softly, waved his palace sleeves, and began to recite loudly: "The east wind puts flowers and trees at night, and blows them down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road, the sound of phoenixes is moving, the pot lights turn, and fish and dragons overnight Dance. The moth snow willows are golden strands, and the laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, in a place where the fire was fading."

After Li Qingzhao chanted the que, the faces of the civil and military courtiers present were greatly moved. After a moment of silence, there were endless applause and applause.

Li Qingzhao has always regarded this phrase as a token of love between the emperor and her, and kept it in his heart. It was not included in the emperor's anthology "Siheng Long and Short Sentences" compiled by her and Zhu Shuzhen, and not many people know about it.

Li Qingzhao made it public on this occasion on the night of the Lantern Festival, which shows the change in her mentality.

She is pregnant, and her relationship with the emperor has already blossomed and fruited, her heart is full of destination, and she has no intention of hesitating anymore.

So she is willing to publicize the emperor's poem and share it with the world.

All the ministers were delighted, and they were full of praise for this sapphire case. Many civil servants had only heard of the emperor's literary name but had never seen it with their own eyes. This word undoubtedly made people understand that the emperor was not only an emperor on horseback, but also a poet who recited poems. For the suave emperor.

Wenzhiwugong has surpassed the emperors of all dynasties.

Li Qingzhao retreated gracefully, and Wang Lin smiled and looked at Zhu Shuzhen again.

Zhu Shuzhen has a quiet personality and is a little shy. In fact, she is very unwilling to recite poems in public.

But she didn't want to spoil the emperor's interest, so she stood up and said softly: "Your Majesty, Shuzhen has an old work, which was written when she was in the south of the Yangtze River. My lord's wish, it's just for the fun of playing tricks on everyone in the class."

"The fiery trees and silver flowers are so red, the heavens are lifted and the spring breeze is blown. The new lovers start worrying, and the old things are startled and recalled in dreams.

I hope that I will be lingering for the time being, and I may as well be a long-term moon.It takes time to get drunk when watching the lanterns, so it may not be the same meeting next year. "

After Zhu Shuzhen chanted, Li Gang took the lead in praising the table and said: "It's a good time to appreciate the lanterns. It may not be the same next year. The empress is indeed the first talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River, and she has extraordinary skills."

All the ministers immediately praised him.

Although Zhu Shuzhen's "Yuan Ye" is also a masterpiece, but with the Qingyu case in front, it seems a bit ordinary.

Zhu Shuzhen was supposed to do what she was supposed to do, trying to save face for the emperor, so she smiled when she saw this, and when she walked back to her desk, the neighboring women bowed their heads in approval, and she responded with a smile.

Zhang Jun suddenly came out to pay homage: "Your Majesty, I have heard for a long time that your majesty's works are famous all over the world. Now, on the night of Shangyuan, your majesty will have a banquet with us and all the ministers, and have fun with all the people. I wonder if there will be any new works?"

All the courtiers agreed one after another and looked at the emperor.

Wang Lin knew that on such an occasion, he would feel sad not to throw out a poem because of his reputation, so he thought about it for a while and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, I'll make an impromptu poem to share with all my lovers." .”

Wang Lin raised his head and pointed to the bright moon in the vast night sky, and said in a loud voice: "Shangyuan - there is no moon without lights to entertain people, and the moon without lights is not considered spring. When spring comes to the world, people are like jade, and lights burn the moon and the next month Such as silver. The streets are full of pearls and emeralds, and the ladies are there, playing and singing on the ground to compete with the gods of the society. If Zhan Fangzun opens his mouth and smiles, how can this good time disappear."

All the ministers clapped their hands and praised, Wang Lin laughed loudly, and once again raised his glass to invite the ministers to drink.

……

Kaifeng.

The former Song Dynasty imperial city.

As the new governor of Dayan, the commander of the military affairs of the two provinces of Henan, Shandong, and the governor of the five armies, Wu Song's military office is located in the East Palace where the former prince lived.

Wu Song was appointed by the emperor as the general township in Henan and Shandong provinces. He was a member of the Zhao and Song clans, and he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

But from Wu Song's point of view, Zhao Song's imperial family could not afford any disturbances, and Zhao Ji lived alone in Nuo Da's imperial palace. The concubines and concubines are all concentrated in the surrounding Linde Palace.

The rest of the palaces were all sealed up by Wu Song's troops.

In the past two years, Zhao Ji has been very silent and low-key, hardly ever leaving the palace.

So after a long time, Wu Song gradually relaxed his initial high vigilance towards Zhao Ji.

Gradually began to allow members of Zhao Song's clan, especially Zhao Ji's close branches, to visit Zhao Ji in the palace, but they had to go through strict interrogation by soldiers.

Of course, Wu Song's relaxation was not arbitrarily decided, but came from the emperor's recent statement.

The emperor announced to Wu Song a month ago that if Zhao Ji's close relatives came to visit the palace, they could be released after verification.

But what Wu Song didn't expect was that usually no one came, including Zhao Ji's children. Only Zhao Fujin, Chongde and other women visited Zhao Ji once in the palace when they left Kaifeng for Yanjing. Alone living within the high walls.

It is said to be a palace, but it is actually no different from a prison.

But as soon as the ban was lifted, in the afternoon of Shangyuan Festival, a Zhao Song royal family actually came.

Daughter of Emperor Zhezong, Princess Dekang.

Zhao Ji's niece.

At that time, Zhe Zong died young and passed the throne to Zhao Ji because he had no heirs.For this reason, Zhao Ji treated Zhezong's heirs generously and preferentially.

The key point is that Princess Dekang also holds Zhao Fujin's token.

Moreover, Wu Song also knew that Shi Xiaohui, the daughter of Princess Dekang, was the daughter-in-law of Li Gang, the prime minister of the current dynasty, and the official wife of Li Zongzhi.

With these two relationships, Wu Song hesitated again and again, and let Dekang enter the palace, but only allowed Dekang to bring a maid into the palace, and the food and wine she brought, which claimed to accompany Zhao Ji for the festival, was repeatedly checked by the military doctor They were released only after they were not poisonous, and the meeting was still under the supervision of soldiers.

……

In the palace garden where the cold Imperial Study Room is located, Zhao Ji stood with his hands up, staring up at the clear blue sky obsessively.

Today is the Lantern Festival, but now Kaifeng, the imperial city where he lives, is no longer the grand occasion of the past.

There is no heavy traffic, no bright lights, no hustle and bustle of people... only silent loneliness.

Accompanying him on the festival was only an elderly eunuch and two court ladies. The rest of the concubines stayed in their own palace and would not go out easily.

"Uncle!"

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly came into Zhao Ji's ears, a slightly emotional and trembling female voice.

Zhao Ji looked around in astonishment, and saw a middle-aged woman in a palace skirt kneeling down on the ground with tears streaming down her face.

His face was vague, but Zhao Ji forgot who he was in front of him for a moment.