The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

Inside the tent, Zhao Tong sat behind the desk, touching his chin with one hand and holding a book high in the other, reading at night.

The cover of the book reveals two large characters in official style, which are clearly Spring and Autumn!
Regardless of the sound of the curtain being lifted or Xiao Lizhi's slight footsteps, Zhao Tong did not look away. His eyes fell on the scroll, focused and serious.

Xiao Lizhi was stunned and felt that there was a picture in front of him. He studied in silence at night, worked hard, and was a hero. There is nothing better than this.

She tried to keep her footsteps as light as possible, not wanting to disturb the awe-inspiring scene in front of her. However, she had not yet reached the level where she could walk on the snow without leaving any traces or glimmering of light. No matter how light her footsteps were, there was always the slightest sound. , stopped involuntarily.

Zhao Tong touched his chin, but it was a pity that he didn't have a beard. If his mother is not here to celebrate his birthday, if his father is not here, he should not have a beard. This is an ancient rule, not a custom passed down from any place as mentioned by later generations.

A son's birthday is a bitter day for a mother, so the mother cannot celebrate her birthday while she is still alive. But when the father is still alive, he respects his relatives and does not talk about growing old, so he does not grow a beard.

In ancient times, a man with a beautiful beard was called a handsome man. If his father died, he could grow a beard on his lips. If both parents died, he could grow a long beard.

Body hair and skin, not including beard. Otherwise, if you don’t trim it at all, your beard can grow to at least three meters in length in your lifetime. Is this possible?
Of course, rules are dead, and not everyone would abide by them in ancient times, especially foreigners who may not care about them, but Zhao Tong is a royal family, so he naturally has to follow the example.

Xiao Lizhi stood motionless in the middle of the ground. He originally envied the hero, but suddenly his heart jumped. This was an enemy. He wanted to destroy the Jurchen's enemy. Why did he actually admire him?

I want to assassinate him. I came here tonight to test him. Seeing how focused he is, isn't it possible that he is completely unprepared? Isn't this the best time?
However, this person knew some fists and kicks, otherwise he would not have attacked Emperor Taizu that year. It is said that it was a small arrow that hit Emperor Taizu's vital part from behind. With such a technique of using hidden weapons, it is impossible to judge the true level of his martial arts.

But judging from his status, it seems that martial arts should not be too high. As for the use of hidden weapons, he should be specially trained in this kind of thing. Otherwise, this man has the power and everything to do, how can he have time to learn how to wield a sword or learn how to master it? Leg gun stick?

At this time, Zhao Tong finished reading a page, turned the book with a clatter, and inadvertently raised his eyes: "Is Miss Xiao here?"

Xiao Lizhi was stunned for a moment. It was over. She missed the great opportunity to assassinate him. The other party had already woken up from being immersed in reading.

"I'm here to visit Your Majesty." Xiao Lizhi smiled coquettishly and said according to the response he had planned in his mind.

Zhao Tong put down the book and looked Xiao Lizhi up and down. He was wearing a small dress with arrow sleeves and water-pink clothes and trousers, which covered his exquisite curves and hugged his thighs tightly. He wore a pair of sheepskin boots underneath, which gave him a dashing and heroic figure.

"Miss Xiao, please take a seat. Someone comes and serves tea."

"Your Majesty, there is no need to trouble yourself, and the daughter of the people does not need to drink tea."

"I don't want to drink tea..." Zhao Tao saw that Bai Zhan had walked in and thought for a while. He remembered that Baohua liked to drink honey water during his stay in Huining, so he said, "Cook up two cups of honey water."

Bai Zhan said yes and left the tent.

Xiao Lizhi was stunned, wondering why this person knew that he loved drinking honey water?

Seeing her sit down, Zhao Tong said slowly: "Why did Miss Xiao think of coming over to see me?"

Xiao Lizhi said according to the draft she had made before: "The girl of the people thinks that it is better to tell the characteristics of her childhood sweetheart to His Majesty first, because the girl of the people was too arbitrary before and thought that the friend was in Huining. But after thinking about it, Even in Shangjing, Liaoyang Mansion, and Huanglong Mansion, it is not impossible. After all, there was a lot of construction work after the Jin Kingdom destroyed the Liao Dynasty. These are the places where the other party focuses on business. The childhood sweethearts of the common people may also be assigned to these places. ”

Zhao Tong nodded when he heard this: "In that case, Miss Xiao will tell you what kind of characteristics that good friend has. Then I will tell you to go down and let the army know, so as not to accidentally hurt you again after seeing it. It would be contrary to your original intention." ”

Xiao Lizhi said hurriedly: "My childhood sweetheart is very easy to recognize. He has a huge head, as big as an ordinary person's. He can be seen at a glance even in a crowd."

"The head is huge..., as big as two ordinary people?" Zhao Tong's lips twitched. You should make up something more reliable. There are no people with big heads, but are people with two heads as big as each other still human? ? I'm afraid it's a monster.

"It's just huge!" Xiao Lizhi said and stretched out his hand to make gestures. Then he felt that it was a bit exaggerated and couldn't help but shrink the range of his gestures.

Zhao Tong pretended not to notice her little moves, nodded and said: "It's good to have a big head, a big head, so you don't have to worry about rain, others have umbrellas, I have a big head!"

Xiao Lizhi hurriedly complimented him: "Your Majesty's literary talent is so good that he can write poems out of his mouth."

Zhao Tong laughed loudly: "How is your literary talent? Miss Xiao, aren't you trying to flatter me?"

Xiao Lizhi thought to himself, have you seen all this? That's a limerick of yours, I can do it too.

"Since..." Zhao Tong narrowed his eyes: "Miss Xiao said that I have good literary talent, then I might as well compose another song, how about Miss Xiao record it for me?"

"Write it down...do you want to write it?" Xiao Lizhi hesitated after hearing this.

"It's about writing. I don't think Miss Xiao can't write." Zhao Tong smiled and said: "Liquor shops always have to keep accounts. I'm afraid it won't work if you don't know how to write, right?"

"I...I can write." Xiao Lizhi was originally worried about exposing a flaw and wanted to say no, but when Zhao Tong said this, it became a flaw because he couldn't write, so he had to bite the bullet and answer in the affirmative.

"That's good, by the way...Miss Xiao is not Han, right? Can she write Chinese characters?" Zhao Tong said with a smile.

Xiao Lizhi was heartbroken when she heard this. She couldn't write Chinese characters. Although she could speak Chinese, where had she learned Chinese characters? But many people in the Liao Kingdom can write Chinese characters, especially business people, who know more or less how to write Chinese characters.

"I, I..." Xiao Lizhi's face immediately turned red.

Zhao Tong said: "It doesn't matter if you don't know Chinese characters. I can also recognize Khitan script. You might as well write it in Khitan script."

"Khitan characters..." Xiao Lizhi pursed her lips. She could write some Khitan characters, but she couldn't write them well. She could probably just read them. The one she wrote best was Jurchen written by Yuan Yi, who was the Minister of Rites of the Kingdom of Jin. The word, well... was invented by the Zhao Tong in front of me back then, but how could she say that she was good at it? The other party was not allowed to arrest her immediately and torture her.

"Just write it in Khitan characters!" Zhao Tong nodded.

At this time, Bai Zhan sent over some sugar water and prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Zhao Tong took a sip of the sugar water and said, "Miss Xiao, come up with the title. I'll compose the poem, and you can write down the notes."

Xiao Lizhi was immediately nervous. She couldn't help but twist the corner of her clothes with one hand and touched the bowl of honey water with the other hand.

Zhao Tong looked at her and said, "If Miss Xiao doesn't come up with a topic, I'll just write it as I please. Just don't miss anything, Miss Xiao."

Xiao Lizhi looked at the neatly spread rice paper on the table next to him, grabbed the sugar water and took a big sip, stood up and said: "The Chinese characters for women are not well written, Your Majesty, don't make fun of me."

Zhao Tong said: "What a joke, the Khitan text is difficult to write. It is copied from Chinese characters, with random additions of strokes, as long as you can read it clearly." Xiao Li asked: "That civilian girl wrote it." She Suppressing the nervousness in his heart, he dipped the wolf hair into the ink, and then looked at Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong nodded: "I originally wanted to write a poem or a poem, but I'm out on the march, and it's not good for those romantic and romantic children, the military is majestic, and the ancients are ahead of me, so I won't necessarily surpass them, so I just write a poem at will. Text it.”

Xiao Lizhi blinked when she heard this. She didn't know what prose was, but she didn't dare to ask. It seemed like she was ignorant. She thought to herself that it was probably similar to poetry, right?

Just watch Zhao Tie walk out of the case and put his hands behind his back. At this time, Bai Zhan opened the curtain, the bright moon shone in, the breeze came in, and Zhao Tie seemed to be in the bright light.

He spoke slowly:
The way of heaven is long and life is floating. The sages of ancient times have come and gone. Eight eyebrows and four breasts, a dragon face and a phoenix head. Yin worries for a lifetime, and is scattered for thousands of years.

The great cause of the Jade Palace and the golden carriage is the great cause of worshiping the heaven and earth in the suburbs. The glory is deep and the responsibility is heavy, and the joy is not for the sorrow. He has been a general for several decades and a prince for five hundred miles. Work conscientiously, think long and worry.

In the past, I blamed Yan Zhao and Han Wu, but now I know Tu Xian for a reason. Anyone who doesn't want it is hard to find. Jade platform and golden tower, the sea water flows. Yaolin green trees, the top of Kunlun Mountain. You cannot fly as lightly as a stone swallow, but you will ride on a native ox in vain...

Xiao Lizhi was confused. Why is it so long? It was very difficult to write. She couldn't write many words in Khitan script at all, so she had to draw a circle. It looked like plaster on the paper. It was so ugly that she was covered in sweat before she knew it.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." She wanted to beg Zhao Tong to speak slower, or even to stop, but she really couldn't write it.

But Zhao Tong seemed not to hear it and continued to chant:

Gifts and expenses are spent on thousands of rituals, and it is easy to worry about everything. The investigation of affairs is endless, and the source of water is known to be soaked for a long time. Why are birds so angry? Why are the fish in the net? Creatures are alienated and elves are in a trance.

There are Shangyuan Immortal Bones and Taiqing Divine Hands. The lightning rushes to the thunder, and the sky is filled with decay. Hexian's career is not uniform, and Huainan's skills are useless. The curse moves the South Ji, and the talisman returns to the Beidou. Ji Quan gave me medicine and Magu gave me wine.

Qinglong eats in Jiachen, and Yuanniu stays in Yichou. Cherish the world forever, forever. If you look at the customs, you will see a beautiful face and a white head. How can you be so considerate when you live a thousand years old? In the past, a gentleman once heard about the expedition. Suddenly I meet a real guest, let me ask about the Immortal Sutra...

"Your Majesty, I, I..." Xiao Lizhi was anxious. He didn't care whether the words he wrote were legible or not, so he just scribbled them down randomly. If he really couldn't write them, he continued to draw circles.

She almost cried. This was not asking her to write, it was clearly trying to embarrass her.

At this moment, Zhao Tong's tone suddenly slowed down and became one word at a time. Xiao Lizhi relaxed his tone and began to write neatly again, no longer so sloppy.

Just listen to Zhao Yu chant again:
Tuan has four white heads and four bright eyebrows. The child rides on the sun, the immortal rides on the wind. The village elders put a bird on the head of their stick, and the king painted a bear on the side of his car. The hearts and minds coincide, and the Taoism coincides with each other. Xie came to visit me in Yugong Valley.

After reciting this sentence, Zhao Tong took a long breath and looked at Xiao Lizhi with a slight smile: "Miss Xiao, can you record it completely?"

Xiao Lizhi looked at a piece of rice paper. The handwriting was sometimes neat, sometimes urgent, sometimes chaotic, and there were many circles. He immediately lowered his head: "I, I didn't write well..."

Zhao Tong went over and looked at the messy Khitan characters on the rice paper. His eyes lit up slightly: "Not bad, not bad!"

"Ah?" Xiao Lizhi was stunned. Isn't this a good name? This was a complete mess, but it didn't look like the other party was laughing at him. Could it be that Zhao Tong's own calligraphy wasn't very good, so he started to praise him?
Zhao Tong reached for the piece of paper, dried the ink, then took it back to his desk, sat down and took a sip of honey water and said, "Miss Lao Xiao."

Xiao Lizhi hurriedly said: "No hard work, no hard work, the folk girl wrote truly..."

She wanted to explain that her writing was really not that good, but before she finished speaking, Zhao Tong said again: "I'm a little tired. Miss Xiao, please go back and have a rest. I will order the characteristics of your childhood sweetheart tomorrow." Attention, military personnel, you don’t have to worry, if you have anything to do in the future, you can come to me directly.”

"Yes, Your Majesty, daughter of the people, daughter of the people, please leave..." Xiao Lizhi walked out of the tent in a daze and went straight back to his residence.

Seeing her walking away, Bai Zhan lowered the curtain and said, "Master, Miss Li Zhi has gone far away."

Zhao Tong nodded. This poem was actually written by his predecessors, and Xiao Li didn't know its quality. He wanted him to write more words, so he chose this piece to read out.

At this moment, he picked up the rice paper full of words on the desk and looked at it from the beginning. When he recited just now, he was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the handwriting on the paper was sometimes neat and sometimes scrawled. It can be said that Xiao Lizhi's handwriting was serious. From writing to random scratching and ticking, it's all there.

He looked at the rice paper and smiled, the handwriting on it was imprinted in his mind, then he pondered for a moment and said, "Let's lay out the paper."

Bai Zhan laid out a new piece of blank rice paper and whispered: "Master, didn't you call Miss Li Zhi to write in Jurchen script?"

Zhao Tong shook his head: "Will Wanyan Xiyin read the Jurchen text I invented? I'm afraid I won't allow it if I see it around me."

Bai Zhan suddenly said: "Young Master is right, and the Jurchen script invented by Young Master is not used by the government and the public. It is mostly Khitan script and several random scripts to issue orders."

Zhao Tong said: "That's right. Xiao Lizhi should be the most familiar with Khitan script besides the Jurchen script I invented. She must know that Yan Xiyin doesn't like the Jurchen script, so it makes sense to write in Khitan script."

After speaking, Zhao Tong began to write, and after a while, the words that appeared on the rice paper were exactly the same as Xiao Lizhi's, even the circles he drew were exactly the same.

Zhao Tong asked Bai Zhan, "How?"

Bai Zhan picked up the two texts and looked at them carefully. After a long time, he said: "Sir, I can't tell the difference at all. They are as indistinguishable as rubbings."

Zhao Tong said: "That's good, you can go ahead and prepare."

After a while, Bai Zhan took a piece of clothing from somewhere and laid it flat on the table: "Sir, is this feasible?"

Zhao Tong nodded and started writing on Lingzi again.

There are not many words this time, only about a hundred or so, but they are neat at first and then gradually sloppy, but the handwriting is the same as before, and the quality is exactly the same as Xiao Li's.

After finishing writing, Zhao Tong gently folded it up and handed it to Bai Zhan. "Tie it into the arrow head to make it more visible. Shoot it to the top of the capital at midnight."

Bai Zhan said yes, took the silk cloth, and walked outside the tent...

(End of this chapter)