The rise of the prince

Chapter 18 Lie down at night listening to the wind and rain

"Hahaha, auspicious snow heralds a good year." Li Ye looked at the snow falling again, and his whole body shivered from the cold.Yue'er turned the charcoal on the side to make it burn more evenly. "My son is freezing to death, what good is snow?"

"Don't say that, be careful that the little friends in the south will kill you." Li Ye rubbed her little head amusedly.

"Little buddy? Is Shizi talking about playmates? Why did they hit me?" Yue'er couldn't figure it out, so she tilted her head and thought about it seriously.

Li Ye didn't reply to her, and probably couldn't understand what he said, so he changed the subject and confirmed some information. Li Xingzhou's memory was always vague about important events in his family and country: "I heard that the Liao people went south again this autumn."

Yue'er nodded: "The Liao people are the most hateful. Three or four months ago, the Liao people went south and passed Yanmen. They burned, killed and looted all the way. I don't know how many people died."

"What about the court?"

"The urgent troops have just arrived in the capital, and the next morning the emperor sent the Guanbei Jiedu envoy Wei Chaoren to lead his troops north to meet the Liao people," the little girl stopped at this point.

Seeing her expression, Li Ye understood what was going on: "We lost."

The little girl nodded lightly, twisting her fingers unhappy: "I heard that many people died in the north, and the dead people piled up all over the mountain. The emperor wanted to kill Wei Chaoren, but some ministers stopped him, and some said they wanted to kill them, so they quarreled. Afterwards, everyone General Zhong Daoyu said that he wanted to change the military system, but someone stopped him and started arguing. Talented scholars wrote a lot of poems in Yongyue Tower, but they still couldn’t beat them. A few months later, the Liao people grabbed the autumn food and left. But every time Liao people will come here for a few years, and when they come to the north, many people will die."

Yue'er's tone was sad, she was a little girl who didn't understand important family and country affairs, but she felt the same way, and she was always in a bad mood.This is how it is in this age, the only luck is that they are still far from the north.Li Ye didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only gently stroke her back.

Family, country, and the world, these are the imprints and trends of the times. Even if he tries to avoid them, some things will always affect him. No one can stand alone in front of the tide of the times.

Qiu'er grinds ink quietly on the side, quietly watching the two talking, the more meticulous the ink grinding, the better, even if it's just a trivial matter, don't be sloppy.After a while, she waited until the ink dispersed and she felt that it was about the same before she said, "My lord, it's done."

Li Ye nodded, and then walked to the desk, Qiu'er had already prepared everything.

"My son, what do you want to write today, The Book of Songs or The Analects of Confucius?" Yue'er wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and leaned over curiously.

Li Ye shook his head and said, "I won't write any of these today."

"Then what do you write?"

"Write a gimmick." After dipping in the ink, he gently flattened the paper under his hand.

"A gimmick?" Qiu'er came over curiously.

"Didn't I say that if you want people to come to Tingyu Tower, you must have something to talk about. This is a gimmick, and you have to attract people." Li Ye said and started to write.

Yue'er was at a loss, and Qiu'er seemed to understand, but also followed Li Ye's pen to read silently.

"The wind rolls the rivers and lakes and the dark village" Qiu'er slowly read a sentence, and Yue'er asked: "My lord, is this a poem?"

Qiu'er covered her mouth with her hand, signaling to be quiet.

As soon as the pen changed, the second sentence also came out. Li Ye's prose was extremely fluent, and Qiu'er silently read it out: "The sound of the four mountains makes the sea toss."

Really poetry!Qiu'er's eyes lit up, she had never seen the prince write poetry.Just these two lines, the rhyme is good and the spirit is vigorous, it must be a good poem, Qiu'er thought so.

When she comes back to her senses, the following two sentences will be fine.

"The creek firewood is soft and warm, and I don't go out with the raccoon slave" is a scene of being trapped by wind and rain in the dark night. It is realistic and looks ordinary, but in the hearts of Qiu'er and Yue'er, as long as the prince can write poetry, then They are all good poems.

Yue'er didn't speak, just watched quietly, the snowflakes were flying outside the house, and the house was so quiet that there was no sound at all.

After a while, Li Ye finished writing another sentence, and Qiu'er read it out: "I don't feel sorry for myself when I lie in a lonely village." When I reached this sentence, I probably felt a little bit in my heart, knowing what kind of scene this poem was about.

Then comes the next sentence, the strokes of the pen keep jumping, coherent as if walking slowly, and the tough and compelling words have already appeared on the paper.

"Shang Si defends Luntai for the country" Qiu'er followed, she knew poetry, and when she got to this sentence, she began to feel a little different, different from the previous poems, and also different from what she vaguely thought in her heart.

Li Ye paused. He likes to write, and naturally he also likes some ancient poems and lines. In his heart, he never wants to exchange this poem for money, but it is even more impossible for him to see that the more than 100 people in the palace can't eat enough and wear warm clothes. .Simply put, raising a family is the greatest stress in most of their lives.And that family is mostly only three or four people, and now there are hundreds of people behind Li Ye, and he doesn't have as many resources as in his previous life, so the pressure can be imagined.

"I'm sorry, Brother Lu You, I can only wrong you." Li Ye said in a low voice, and then wrote like a wind, and the last two sentences jumped out of the paper in an instant
Qiu'er unknowingly followed up and read: "Ye Lan is lying down listening to the wind and rain.
Iron Horse Glacier Comes to Dream! "

After reading the two sentences, the slightly opened mouth could no longer close, and the time in the room seemed to stand still at this moment, only the snowflakes were flying outside the window.

"Your Majesty, this poem, this poem." Qiu'er wanted to say something but couldn't say it until the last two sentences. All the power accumulated in the wind and rain and darkness was like a flood that burst a bank, making it impossible to breathe.That kind of heroic and fearless impact can still be deeply felt by people even after a thousand years, not to mention today, a country that is precarious and repeatedly invaded by foreign enemies, a piece of land that makes people feel empathetic as long as they stand here.

Constantly accumulating strength, silently depositing layer upon layer of deepening tragedy and pride, no whining of the wind rustling and Yi Shuihan, no unwillingness to die before leaving the teacher, no love and affection, no moaning without illness, just like the dying man lurking in the dark night and wind and rain. A dead beast, silently accumulating strength in suffering and suffering, and then roaring out without complaint or regret!

The shock and impact will make you breathless.

The two little girls leaned over their heads and read it over and over again in a low voice, unable to extricate themselves from the shock. Yue'er even cried out while reading, and Li Ye gently caught her. After a while, the whole chest became hot and humid.

Qiu'er read it over and over again, the more she read it, the more powerful and profound the poem was.

She had heard a lot of poets who lamented impassionedly that there was no way to serve the country, especially during the period when the Liao people were invading the border, Yongyue Pavilion could produce a basket of all kinds of poems a day, as if everyone wanted to go north to kill the enemy immediately, but except Lord Wei's army no one went north again.It doesn't matter if you are an impassioned talented scholar or a rebellious bandit holding high the banner of righteousness in the world.

Knowing that she saw Shizi's poem today, she felt the real emotion and the surging ambition.

Those so-called wits of Shizi and Shicai can't keep up even if they hit a horse!The son is the one who really cares about the country and the people, but no one knows and no one believes, Qiu'er thought so in his heart.

(End of this chapter)