The Song Dynasty was a dynasty that respected literature.

Let’s talk about the No. 1 foodie in the Song Dynasty... Oh, no, it should be Su Shi, the No. 1 writer in the Song Dynasty. How high is his status?

He may have had some difficulties in his political journey, but his number of fans in the Song Dynasty were queued up from Tokyo to Xijing, then from Xijing to Beijing, and finally to Nanjing.

When Song Shenzong wanted to kill him in the "Wutai Poetry Case", countless people came out to plead for mercy, including the Queen Mother.

After that, Su Shi started his journey to the Song Dynasty, and he would eat wherever he was demoted.

Mainly when the idol was demoted, local officials and scholars went out of the city to greet the idol.

In the seventh year of Xuanhe, the Jin army went south. What excuse did they use?

What they were looking for was an excuse to vindicate Su Shi and Huang Tingjian.

Because Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, ascended the throne, he appointed Cai Jing. In order to combat the old faction, Cai Jing built a "Yuanyou Party Monument" and engraved the names of Su Xun, Su Shi, Huang Tingjian and others on it, declaring to the world that they were traitors.

This was very bad in ancient times.

The Jin army made such an excuse to go south, but it actually had the purpose of bribed northern scholar-bureaucrats.

But it is enough to prove Su Shi's status in the minds of the literati of the Song Dynasty.

Even though Zhao Ning has greatly promoted the status of warriors in the past two years, he has not belittled the status of literati.

A country cannot be without military men, but it must also not be without literati.

The civil governance of the Song Dynasty was still prosperous.

Zhao Ning turned around and glanced at Zhou Shu, Zhang Wencai and others, smiled and shook his head.

Zhou Shu immediately said: "What does Mr. Zhao mean by shaking his head? Could it be that he looks down on everyone present."

Zhao Ning didn't say anything, and Qian Jinshu quickly came out to smooth things over and said, "Official Zhao and I still have something to discuss, so I won't bother you."

The eyes of the people around him have been attracted.

Zhou Shu continued: "Guan Zhao, layman Yi An is here today. Could it be that you even look down on layman Yi An?"

He deliberately spoke in a good voice, hoping that Li Qingzhao, who was addicted to horse racing, would hear it.

Sure enough, Li Qingzhao's expression did not change, but his ears were perked up.

Li Qingzhao was very sensitive to composing lyrics, drinking alcohol, and playing horses.

The eyes of everyone at the table who were preparing for the next scene also turned and looked this way.

Seeing that Zhao Ning still didn't speak, Zhou Shu continued: "Is it possible that Mr. Zhao doesn't know how to compose lyrics?"

Zhao Ning said: "I know a little about lyrics, but I really don't have time today, so I won't accompany you."

Zhang Wencai said: "Guan Zhao, please compose a poem to cheer us up, for the sake of layman Yi An."

At this time, a voice floated over: "If you want him to make a fool of himself with his lyrics, just say so. Why are you using my name to put pressure on him? Is this what a man does?"

Everyone looked around and saw that Li Qingzhao was still sitting at the table, even looking at the chessboard on the table, as if he was still thinking about the next move.

But the words just now were clearly spoken by her.

There was a bit of sarcasm on her face, and she was obviously disgusted with Zhang Wencai's behavior.

Everyone's eyes fell on Li Qingzhao, and they were not surprised by what Li Qingzhao said.

Zhang Wencai was considered the elder, and Li Qingzhao started to quarrel with others, and he vilified the entire literary world of the Song Dynasty.

Zhang Wencai was a little embarrassed.

Zhao Ning smiled and said, "Okay, it's rare that you guys are happy tonight, so I'll compose a few poems at random."

When everyone saw that this official from Zhao was about to compose lyrics, they immediately stopped grilling and playing Cuju. Some people even came over with wine bottles, ready to watch with great interest.

Qian Jinshu lowered her voice in Zhao Ning's ear and said, "Mr. Zhao, don't force yourself. Master Yi An is here. If your lyrics don't suit her, I'm afraid she will..."

"It doesn't matter."

Zhao Ning stood there and ordered people to bring pen and ink to record.

"I have little talent and little knowledge, and I have made a fool of myself."

Just listen to him start to read:

"The sad things in the Southern Dynasties are still singing the songs of flowers in the backyard."

As soon as his first sentence came out, everyone was shocked.

"In the old days, the king gave thanks and the swallows in front of the hall flew to whose house."

"Suddenly, I had a dream. Immortal flesh beats the snow, and crows piled on the palace temples."

"Sima Jiangzhou, his green shirt is wet with tears, but they are both at the end of the world."

By the time he finished chanting, some people were already looking at Zhao Guanren in shock with their mouths wide open.

Zhao Ning thought in his heart: Wu Ji was also a famous figure in the literary world at the turn of the Song Dynasty. His lyrics and paintings were both first-class.

This poem was originally written by Wu Ji for the court officials who were captured in the Jin Kingdom during the Jingkang Disgrace. It is a satirical reference to the past and the present. Houtinghua refers to Empress Chen, and Jiangzhou Sima refers to Bai Juyi.

In fact, the irony is that Song Ting also expressed his sympathy for the people living in the Jin Palace and his own destiny.

In the first year of Jingkang, Wu Ji was sent as an envoy to the Kingdom of Jin. Because of his excellent knowledge, he was detained by the Jin people and has not returned yet.

In this world, Zhao Ning has changed Jingkang's shame. He will no longer see the captured palace maids. But at this moment, Wu Ji should be in the north missing his motherland.

Zhao Ning took out this poem, more or less mocking some of the young people present.

After all, there were countless people captured by the Jin in places like Zhending Mansion, Zhongshan Mansion, and Hejian Mansion.

Everyone finally heard it and couldn't help but be moved.

Even Li Qingzhao, who was sitting at the table, seemed a little moved.

Li Qingzhao has also had a hard time in the past few years. The Jin army went south and entered the Jinan area many times. The people there were displaced. Her husband Zhao Mingcheng heard that the Jin army was approaching the border in the Zizhou area. He did not want to organize the people to resist the Jin army.

But run away.

Historically, Li Qingzhao's poem "He was born as a hero, but died as a ghost" was actually a mockery of his husband, Zhao Mingcheng, who left Jiankang people and her behind and ran away alone.

Zhang Wencai did not expect that this official Zhao would chant such a good poem casually.

Even Qian Jinshu opened her mouth in surprise.

At this time, Li Qingzhao said: "Guan Zhao, if you chant something that makes me admire tonight, I will offer you a pot of wine."

Zhou Shu said: "Zhao Guanren's poem is a bit sad in the past, not as heroic as a man."

Everyone also nodded, seeming to agree with Zhou Shu's statement.

Now that the Song Dynasty is fighting foreign wars, many poets write bold and unrestrained lyrics.

Zhao Ning ignored them and said to Qian Jinshu: "Bring me some wine!"

Qian Jinshu quickly handed Zhao Ning a bottle of wine, and Zhao Ning started drinking. After drinking, he said loudly:

"On the nine heavens above the Yellow River, humans and ghosts look down upon all the passes."

"The wind blows fiercely and the waves are high, and the sun shines coldly."

"It's as steep as a thousand people in Luliang, as strong as August in Qiantang, and it goes straight down to wash away the world."

"Everything is in disarray, but one peak remains idle."

"When a pair of swans pass by a dangerous nest, it will be difficult to reach it."

"What's the use of this danger in this world? I'll be a traitor to the gods forever."

"You don't need to burn the rhinoceros to shine down, you may not be able to block the violent waves if you fly and shoot hard."

"Call the whale rider, and the drum will cross the silver mountain."

Zhao Ning's voice was like thunder from the sky, exploding in everyone's ears.

Everyone seemed to see a majestic and majestic scene before their eyes, and their blood was boiling!

This is a poem attributed to Beidou Yuan Haowen, the literary giant of the late Jin Dynasty. Yuan Haowen was revered as the "Northern Literary Hero" and "the Literary Master of the Generation."

Using his words to show off, who would dare to argue with him except Li Qingzhao?

By the time he finished reading this poem, Zhao Ning's feelings had already come over him, and the atmosphere at the scene was already heating up.
Chapter completed!