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The 100 personal soldiers and 30 navy soldiers brought by Chen De were riding a three-story building boat. The highest pavilion only lived in Chen De, Wang and his personal guards. Although these two men met every day for several days, they did not exchange greetings.

On that evening, Chen De looked into the distance with his railings. The sunset set, and the wide river surface was bright red. The world was majestic and the waves were magnificent. A stream of heat in his chest was surging. He couldn't help but let out a long roar and blurted out: "I was angry and rushed to the crown. When I leaned against the railings, the rain stopped. I looked up and looked up at the sky, and my heart was fierce. Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait to turn the young man's head white, and I was so sad. Driving a long cart to break through the Helan Mountains, ambition to eat the meat of the barbarians, laughing and talking about thirsty drinking the blood of the Huns. Wait until I got rid of the old mountains and rivers and heading to the sky."

Before he finished speaking, a sudden burst of "Okay!" came in his ear. When Chen De looked back, it was Wang Qi who pushed open the hatch door and applauded at him.

Seeing that Chen De was just looking at him and did not say hello, Wang Yi knew that his behavior was arrogant and rude a few days ago. He laughed dryly and bowed and said, "Brother Chen has a good poem, ambition to eat the meat of the barbarians, and laughed at him and talked about thirsty and drinking the blood of the Huns. It is really a heroic spirit. Please do not blame me for the crime of losing my words and deeds."

Wang Fu was born in the Central Plains and grew up in the army. Since the end of the Tang Dynasty, the Central Plains region has been robbed by Hu people such as Tubo, Uighurs, Khitan, etc., and the people were separated from their flesh and blood, and many people were displaced. Longxi was lost at the end of the Tang Dynasty, and the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun decades ago. The Han people were really suffering under the rule of the Hu people. Therefore, the Han people in the Central Plains always thought about expelling the Tartars and restoring the prestige of the Han and Tang Dynasties. This was even more so when Wang Fu grew up in the gates of generals and ministers, he could no longer hold on to his airs and blurted out.

Seeing that he took the initiative to apologize, Chen De politely bowed his hand, his face still faint. He was not thinking about Wang Ren's rude words to him that day, but remembering historical records that Yang Ye was killed by this Wang Ren, and was full of disgust for this person, and even wanted to take some responsibility to get rid of this person.

This Wang Ma was very strange. He was born in a famous family. No matter where he went, people were polite to him. Today, he met someone who was not as innocent as he was, but he became concerned. Recently, when he was in the battle with Shaanxikou, he secretly praised the style of a famous general in Shaanxikou. Now he heard Chen De sing a famous poem throughout the ages, and he was even more sure that this person is both civil and military.

Such a national sage, Wang Fu, who claims to be a famous scholar today, naturally had to do so. He immediately smiled and walked over and said, "Today's Wang Youjun's so-called "good times, beautiful scenery, pleasant things, and joyful things" are all the best. Why should General Chen keep people from thousands of miles away?"

Chen De said coldly: "It's a pity that there is still a lack of 'harmony of people'."

Wang Zhi was stunned and then smiled and said, "General Chen's implication is that although Jiangnan has a good location, he has no choice but to give him the right time, so he lacks even more harmony? He is really a hero who sees the same thing. Brother Yu has a strong relationship with His Highness King Jin of Kaifeng Prefecture. You might as well recommend it to you."

Chen De said angrily: "Don't just talk nonsense. Now the soldiers on both sides are my confidants. If you believe it or not, I will push you down the river now."

Wang Yi took a step back vigilantly, then laughed and said, "General Chen is joking, he is really an interesting person." Then he walked to Chen De and said with his ears: "Don't blame me for talking in a simple and profound way. The day before yesterday, General Chen's subordinates came to see him off. Although the momentum was amazing, it fell into the eyes of those who were interested. The emperor's heart was unpredictable, and the general might suffer an unexpected disaster."

Chen De snorted, not saying anything, but he was secretly alert in his heart that this king had been a military supervisor in the Song Dynasty for a long time and had a very accurate understanding of the emperor's thoughts on preventing military generals from forming cliques. He didn't know if it was a threat or something else was his reminder.

Seeing Chen De's face appearing alert, Wang Fu nodded and said, "I know you have thought through this section. The way to protect yourself is to express your love, mountains, rivers, and sounds, so that you can guarantee a good end."

Seeing him giving advice, Chen De had to hold his fist and said, "Brother Xie Miquan reminded me that it is just a real man who is willing to live in the forest and is willing to live in the rest of his life. I can't do it."

Wang Fu looked at him and said, "You can make such a heroic poem, and you are impatient with the style of hiding your head and revealing your tail. However, those who are ministers should know the taboo of the Yingzhu. When Zhou Shizong saw that all those who had big ears were beheaded by them, only the emperor is very patient and never makes Shizong suspicious, and in the end he can soar into the sky." At present, he is quite enlightened, and even if Chen De feels disgusted with him, he cannot help but nod and thank him.

Wang Fu said again: "I see that the fortunes in the south of the Yangtze River are about to end, General Chen should make plans early. Good birds choose trees to live in, and wise ministers choose masters to serve. If you are willing to join the Song Dynasty, I can recommend you to the King of Jin in Kaifeng Prefecture. With your talent, you must use it more."

Chen De knew that King Zhao Kuangyi of Jin would take over his brother's territory within a few years, so it was definitely a good time to join King Jin at this time. What's more, he happened to meet Wang Zhi, who was like a referee, and he was hesitant in his heart and immediately replied: "Thank you for your kindness to Brother Miquan, but the Lord of Jiangnan has the kindness of knowing me, and I must repay you."

Wang Qi brushed his sleeves and smiled and said, "Everyone has his own ambitions, so my foolish brother can't force him. Come on, today we will only talk about the wind and moon, not the country." He asked the soldiers to bring the drinks and talk to Chen De.

As the main force of the southern expedition, Shaanxikou suffered a heavy blow and the various Song troops delayed their advance, Chen De's tower ship arrived smoothly at Fangshan Wharf outside Jinling City.

The great victory of Shaanxikou was a rare victory for Jiangnan against the Northern Army. The postman general Chen De and Wang came to the Que to report the victory. In the past two or three days, the eunuchs in the palace kept guarding the dock with carriages and horses. As soon as the tower ship stopped at the dock, they reported to the palace and asked Chen De and Wang Hui to get on the carriage and drive into the palace gate.

It happened that this day was the death day of Zhaohui and Zhou. Li Yu burned incense in the palace to pay tribute. Ordinary palace maids and eunuchs could only stand far away. The eunuchs dared not report it, so they asked the two to wait beside them.

Through the layers of flowers and trees, I couldn't see the situation inside. I heard a man in my heart chanting sadly: "The pearls are broken and the treasures are withered in front of me, and the flowers are withered in the world. I haven't lost my hatred in my heart, and I lose my palm. The jade sack is still a medicine, and the fragrance box is stained with dust. The sadness in front is about to be felt afterwards, and there is no tears to touch the scarf."

After chanting, there was a little whimpering sound in the voice, mixed with the low cry of a woman and a child.

After hearing the elegy, Chen De felt the affection was endless. Coupled with the sorrowful tone of Li Yu and other sacrificers, it made people unable to help crying, and Wang Fu shook his head gently.

The eunuch who brought them into the palace waited until the crying stopped and Li Yu and his entourage were about to turn around, and then he stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, Chen De, the attendant of the Sanqi cavalry, and the King of the Right Army, the commander of the camp in the southwest of the Song State, came to see him."

Li Yu said angrily: "Don't disturb me, have you seen the orphan worshipping the previous queen?" Then he shouted: "Who did you say you want to meet? Why didn't Chen Qing and Wang Miquan come early to report? Bring it up quickly."

Chen De and Wang Mei were amused and crying. As the eunuch moved into the osmanthus tree, they saw five people standing on a small open space.

Li Yu was wearing a snow-white plain clothes, with red and swollen eyes. Xiao Zhou Hou was holding a child with a plain clothes by his side, with a sad expression. Si Bao and Huang Wen of Jianye Study were lowered, holding a pen and ink to wait. There were various exquisite offerings on the incense table, and the ink on the white paper that had not yet been burned in the silver plate was particularly ink. It was thought that Li Yu wrote his lovesickness into elegy, and burning and burning the soul of the fragrance was known to him. Next to him was a young monk wearing a green cassock, with a pretty face, his eyes slightly closed, and his hands were closed, and he muttered something in his mouth.

Seeing the two of them coming forward to salute, Li Yu hurriedly said, "Forgive, forgive, Ehuang dislikes these common etiquettes the most." He wiped the tears with his sleeves and said, "The widower Li Yu remembered his old friends, and made the two families laugh."

Chen De hurriedly bowed and said, "Your Majesty is a person who values ​​love, and the officials are deeply impressed." Wang Wei also bowed with him, but he did not comment.

Li Yu said again: "Ehuang liked new poems the most when he was there. Both of the two noble families have talent. Since they have come, why not give them to each other? I immediately burned her to know that her spirit in heaven may be very happy."

These words made Chen De and Wang Fu frown. But seeing that Li Yu was immersed in the sorrow of missing his deceased wife at this moment, he couldn't bear to brush his mind. After the two of them focused on their minds for a moment, Wang Fu said first: "The king, the subordinates are unable to write new lyrics in a hurry. I wonder if an old lyric I wrote in the past?" Li Yu nodded, and then he chanted: "Thousands of miles of hometown, ten years of beautiful houses, chaotic souls flew over Pingshan. The heavy eyes and eyebrows were fading beyond spring. The diamond flowers knew that I was fragrant and jade. When the swallows returned, they should laugh at people alone. Singing and dancing, and the regrets were left in the clear river. Ten thousand trees were green and sluggish, and the courtyard was red."

When he was reciting, Huang Wen spread out the paper and ink to write quietly. After he finished reciting, Li Yu ordered Huang Wen to hand over the book to Wang Lu for review and asked: "If there is any textual error in Wang Qing's family, please ask the palace servant to write it again."

Wang Qi finished reading it softly, looked at Huang Wen in surprise, and said to Li Yu: "This female Shi really has the talent of Xuan Ji, and the words she wrote are exactly the same as those of Xiaguan's poems."

Li Yu nodded with satisfaction and said to Huang Wen softly: "Okay, let's tell the good words of Wang Qing's family to Ehuang."

Huang Wen walked to the incense table and lit the fire to burn the book I had just written. Li Yu saw that the snow-white book was burned by the flames little by little until it turned into flying smoke. He then stretched his eyebrows slightly and looked at Chen De.

Chen De couldn't, so he had to recite a poem by Lu You to pay homage to his deceased wife Tang Wan: "Red and crispy hands, yellow vine wine, spring colors and willows all over the city. The east wind is evil, the joy is thin, and the sorrow is gone for several years. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is as thin as the past, people are empty, tears are shining, and the silk is red. Peach blossoms fall, and the idle pond is pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is here, the brocade letter is hard to be entrusted. Don't, don't, don't!"

This poem is sincere and sincere, and is a masterpiece of eternal song. After hearing this, Li Yu couldn't help but feel sad. He choked in his throat and couldn't make a sound. He could only wave his hand and asked Huang Wen to hand the written book to Chen De to read.

Huang Wen took the hand scroll over, lowered her head, and did not dare to look at Chen De. Chen De felt a faint smell of vanilla during his breathing. He opened the book and the beautiful font came into his eyes. After browsing, he secretly praised the woman in his heart, and said to Li Yu in a deep voice: "A word is correct." Li Yu waved his hand and asked Huang Wen to burn the book to Queen Zhaohui.

After the matter was over, Li Yu just called the child that Xiao Zhou Hou was holding, touched his head lovingly, and said, "This is my eighth brother's child. Ehuang liked him very much when he was alive and accepted it as his adopted son. Tianhe, hurry up and salute to the two gentlemen."

The child was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with black eyes that looked quite spiritual, but his expression was quite calm. He came over and gave a bow to Chen Deshen first, then bowed to Wang Lu, and said, "Boy Dai Zhaohui's mother thanked the two gentlemen."

Seeing that he washaved properly and was not as arrogant as the generals of the princes and princes, Chen De liked him in his heart, so he helped him up and said, "Empress Zhaohui is beautiful and wise, dignified and virtuous. We just wish we had no chance to meet each other. Today we are lucky to follow Your Majesty to pay tribute to our souls. This is the blessing of our ministers."

Li Tianhe looked at Chen De with gratitude, retreated behind Li Yu, and was still led by Xiao Zhou Hou.

Li Yu pointed at the monk again and said, "This is the abbot of Qingliang Temple, and his Buddhist practice is very profound." The monk came over and put his hands together to salute. Chen De and Wang Fu also returned the salute. Wang Fu looked at the monk deeply and smiled, "Little elder, do you still remember the old friend in Jiangbei?"

The monk looked at Wang Mei in surprise and said, "The little monk has never been to Jiangbei, and this donor is joking."

Wang Qi smiled and said, "Didn't you begged me for alms before the New Year to build a seven-level pagoda somewhere in Jiangnan? I have donated all five thousand jin of silver to you."

The monk said anxiously: "Mencius should not lie, don't be fooled?"

Seeing that Wang Zhi was reluctant to give in, Li Yu smoothed out and said, "The Wang Qing family probably recognized the wrong person. The little elder lived in Jiangnan for the past two years. He has been preaching in Jinling and often comes to the palace. I have never heard of anyone who has been to Jiangbei."

Wang Fu stared at the monk as if he was disbelief and said for a long time, then he said with a "Oh" saying, "What the king said is so much, I really recognized the wrong person. It's no wonder that the elder." The monk quickly clasped his hands together and said to Amitabha.

Seeing that the two of them had a misunderstanding, Li Yu asked the little elder to stay in front of the incense table to continue chanting scriptures and pray for Queen Zhaohui, and he brought Chen De and Wang Hui to the imperial study room.

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