Wang Maoru looked at everyone, and everyone looked at him, hoping that he would give an answer, why not chase and fight? What a good opportunity now. The Democratic Party took the initiative to provoke and returned in a mess. If Yuan Shikai was in power, he would definitely be impatient to kill him. But Wang Maoru was not Yuan Shikai. Yuan Shikai's approach was to kill him, but in the end he did not kill him. Instead, it made the Democratic Party turn from an open battle to the underground, causing Yuan Shikai a headache and causing the country to suffer. Yang Du is indeed a good adviser, but he is still a little narrow-minded and inconsiderate to do big things. Wang Maoru said lightly: "Politics is an art of compromise. If the other party compromises, we should also stop in time, otherwise if the two sides continue to fight, it will hurt national interests."

Everyone was stunned at first, and then Yang Du said: "Xiu Shuai is concerned about the country, is a model for the country and the people!"

Wang Maoru smiled and said, "Thank you." Then he stopped saying anything. Everyone might want to show themselves more, so everyone spoke freely, scolded Fang Qiu, and regarded themselves as the prime minister of the dynasty.

Of course, literati naturally have the awareness of commanding one person below one person, and they all want to be Zhuge Liang who devotes himself to his life until his death. Some people say that a scholar failed to rebel for three years because of the courage of a literati. His highest idea is to be the one below one person above ten thousand people. On the other hand, the highest ideal of a soldier is not below one person, but above ten thousand people. Therefore, no one who succeeds in rebelling is born as a literati, which is also the reason why the Northern Song Dynasty respects literati.

Among them, Yang Du seems to be the most eloquent. He is a person with outstanding literary talent and a talented person in Hunan. Yang Du's speech was ups and downs, and he really regarded himself as a Zhuge Liang person. In fact, Wang Maoru knew Yang Du's abilities very well. This person is a secretary's material, but it is not suitable to be alone. He is sometimes a bit idealistic. If he is allowed to stand alone, it will cause trouble. Moreover, Yang Du likes to hide himself after making a mistake. If he is really asked to preside over something, he is really not a good candidate. However, Yang Du has many cleverness and many ideas, and is a good material for advisers. Wang Maoru kept Yang Du by his side, which also took advantage of his intelligence and ability. Moreover, Yang Du has no good feelings for the Democratic Party, and he really treats the Democratic Party as a mortal enemy. He treats the Democratic Party with "Zen spirit" and is preparing to fight back. It just so happens that Wang Mao needs talents like him at this time.

In addition to Yang Du, others also spoke freely. Wang Maoru listened to them silently, with a smile on his lips. In fact, he knew in his heart that they were showing their abilities in front of him. It was probably not Yang Du treating him today. But a politician wanted to show it, and he was so happy. When he was halfway through, Wang Maoru's adjutant Feng Yinbin walked over and said, "I just learned that something good is going to happen tomorrow in Yuesheng Lian Pavilion."

"how?"

Feng Yinbin smiled and said, "There is a writer named Guo Kaizhen. He recently published a collection of poems called "Goddess", which deceived a lot of girls' money. He fell in love with a girl here. He tricked the girl into elopement with him, but was discovered by the ward (thug) and caught."

Everyone laughed and Yang Du asked, "I have heard of this Guo Kaizhen. He said he was the initiator of the new culture and advocated writing modern poetry in vernacular Chinese. He heard that he was an anarchist."

Yang Du's friend Liang Huankui smiled and said, "All this kind of anarchist is actually the most eager to be an official. If he doesn't become an official, why should he clamor for the government to attract attention?"

Wang Maoru asked, "What's next."

Feng Yinbin said: "The general manager of this Fengyue Pavilion is interesting. He didn't beat him or scold him, let him debate with others. If he could win, he would take the girl away. If he couldn't win, he would curse himself as a beast and would never step into Yuesheng Lian Pavilion from then on."

Wang Maoru said in surprise: "This manager has an idea."

Yang Du smiled and said, "I do have ideas, but it is in line with the elegance of the literati of Fenghua, Xueyue, and Meili, and good ideas."

Liang Huankui said: "This Guo Kaizhen is sharp-tongued and has a reputation for being eloquent in Japan. Maybe the inn manager wants to let him go."

Wang Maoru smiled and said, "No matter whether he lets go or not, he cannot do without two words."

"What two words?"

"Hype." Wang Maoru smiled, "If this matter is not hyped and not allowed to ferment him, how can Yuesheng Liange become the number one place for Beijing's romantic affairs? Guo Kaizhen hit the gun, and it was also a blessing for him to be unlucky, or luck." He exclaimed: "The boss of this Fengyue Festival is really a marketing expert. Yuesheng Liange is the only one in Beijing, right?"

"That's natural." Yang Du said. Speaking of this, Yang Du said again: "Xiu Shuai is familiar with Beijing. I heard that Xiu Shuai's hometown is from Beijing?"

Wang Maoru said: "No, my ancestors were under the Northern Expedition Army of the Ming Dynasty in Anhui and later settled in Beijing."

"In the 270th year of the Ming Dynasty, Xiushuai's current position has been integrated into Beijing." Yang Du smiled, "It's Xiushuai's Beijing dialect that is not good, it exudes the smell of outside the pass."

Wang Maoru laughed and said, "I am entering the pass outside the pass, and I am entering the pass by the Qing Dynasty."

Yang Du sighed: "Xi Shuai has also devoted himself to researching it, swallowing Heilongjiang, joining Jilin, grabbing Liaoning, forcing Rehe River, and taking over Mongolia. It is really a terrifying step along the way."

Wang Maoru said: "Are you praising me or damaging me? Let's watch singing and dancing. If you continue, it will become my own stage. Today we will only talk about the wind and moon, not the other ones."

"Yes, I'll just talk about the wind and moon." Yang Du said with a smile when he judged the situation.

After a while, a singer came in, playing the pipa and singing Jiangnan tunes. Yang Du and several others were fascinated by the sound of the sound. Wang Maoru didn't understand a word, so he sat here and looked out the window through the glass. The moon was round and the moonlight spread all over the earth, and gradually became a little darker. It turned out that it was snowing. I don't know who shouted, it was so heavy, and everyone opened the window to enjoy the snow. There have been no snow in Beijing this winter. The weather is cold, but it is dry and cold, and it doesn't snow. Occasionally, a few snowfalls are all thin, and they are still sleeping. It's snowing now, but it's a good time.

Wang Maoru and others walked to the window. Yang Du suggested, "Why would we write a poem for this snow scene?" Several people said yes. Yang Du said, "Brother Xiusheng, come first?" Wang Maoru smiled and said, "You are going to see that I am ugly." Everyone laughed. Wang Maoru looked at the snow scene and felt something. He said loudly: "The heaven and earth are covered with silver, and they have all the old faces. I remember the arrival of the country, and the displaced place, and the world is in one breath. Things are not divided. Where are the rich people begging for their bones? The years change, and they sigh that their fate is tragic, and they are in a panic. We shoulder the fortune of the country, and they are full of courage and courage. The inscription on Li Guangwei Qing, killing all the Xiongnu, Yang Gong Yue Fei, and expelling all the foreign enemies, Li Wenzhong Gong, and his blood is in exchange for condescendence. When he is at the front of the Loyal and Martyrs' Temple, Yan Huang is arrogant!"

After the song "Qinyuanchun", everyone was lonely and silent. The originally prepared romance and snow and moon could not show off in front of this murderous aura. Zhu Qiqin's eyes lit up and he clapped: "Okay, magnificent, magnificent."

Yang Du said: "This word is called..."

"Qinyuanchun, new beauty." Wang Maoru said, and then smiled: "Graffiti, graffiti, make you laugh."

Zhu Qiqiun asked: "Xiusheng highly praised Li Wenzhonggong?"

Wang Maoru said: "The Qing Dynasty was like a huge ship, but the ship was dilapidated and full of worms. Many crew members sat on the boat basking in the sun and dreaming of how glorious he had once been. But Li Wenzhong Gong was like a sober boat repairman. He arranged the crew and repaired the broken ship of the Qing Dynasty everywhere. Unfortunately, the keels of the big ship had worms. He was exhausted by pressure all his life. Was he loyal to the Qing Dynasty all his life? No, what he was loyal to was not the Qing Dynasty, but China

!Li Hongzhang, Li Hongzhang, why didn’t he overthrow the Qing Dynasty? Because he knew clearly that only the unity of this country could ensure that the Chinese people did not suffer. Examples were the chaos in the first ten years of the Republic of China, and the people suffered and were displaced! In the end, Li Hongzhang and Li Wenzhong, Duke Li Hongzhang and Li Wenzhong, even let the Qing Dynasty cheat and go to Maguan to negotiate and sign the Treaty of Shimonoseki. This person is a good person, but good people may not be rewarded. People in troubled times are like dogs, and dogs in prosperous times are like people. Alas, drinking and drinking, it’s your turn to write poetry.”

Yang Du and others did not even write poetry. Everyone is a literati. Without Wang Maoru's aura of looking down on the world, it would be better to let him be the last one to write poetry. Of course, there is another reason why everyone does not write poetry. You are doing well now, and you have better than Wang Maoru. The future is over. If you don't do well, it is even more embarrassing that the literati on the scene can't be a soldier. At this time, everyone suddenly remembered that they are not just a warlord and a general, but also the founder of modern poets and the founder of modern music. They were once a professor at Peking University. They were not short of this. They had to shake their heads helplessly and flatter, "The Qinyuanchun of the martial general is magnificent. How dare I take it out again? Wouldn't it show my petty spirit?"

After the singer recited it silently, she sighed and said in soft Wu language: "The lyrics are good words, and they also have flavor."

"Miss understands too?" Wang Maoru smiled.

The singer smiled and said nothing. Instead, she picked up the pipa and debugged it. With a "sudden" sound, everyone was shocked to look at her. Unlike the previous silence, this sound was so powerful that it was breathtaking. Everyone looked at the singer with their eyes open. The singer suddenly showed a faint smile and looked at Wang Maoru and said, "This guest official, how about listening to the little girl sing this poem?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations. Monthly votes, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please read it.)
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