Wei Ni

Chapter 12

In the silence where everyone had their own thoughts, the convoy came to a manor that fell on a low hill.

This should be the northernmost part of the former imperial palace.

The already damaged city wall stands not far away, silently telling the majesty and might of the past, the overgrown weeds cover the ruins at the foot of the city wall, and the creepers and moss that have flourished for many years cling to it, very vividly interpreting the dynasty Rise and fall is an eternal melody that goes round and round.

In front of the city wall, a large area was surrounded by wooden fences.

A large part of it is paved with sand, leaving no trees or houses, especially the wilderness.

No need to guess, it must have been reserved for entertainment such as car drives, horse racing, archery, stone throwing, and corner arrivals.

The other small part is scattered with several pavilions and cottages, which are connected in series by zigzag corridors, and also divided the site into multiple small spaces, where stone tables, tea stoves, pens and ink Elegant and interesting things such as zither, piano table, chessboard, wooden sword, and pitching pot are left idle among them.

The combination of the two can be regarded as including both the joy of martial arts and the fun of elegance.

Naturally, it is incomparable to compare the West Garden of Emperor Hanling of the previous dynasty, which included the market, school grounds, (Yiguo) swimming hall, donkey cart canopy, Hu Funza and Wanjintang.

Xia Houhui, who followed the emperor into the house, has no interest in these leisurely and elegant things.

On the contrary, the attendants who stayed at the manor learned the news in advance, and he was quite happy with the banquet that had been prepared early.

Not only are drinks and candied dried fruits placed on each table, but also whole sheep and chicks are being roasted not far away. The faint scent that pervades him makes his index finger, who has long been hungry, twitch.

It's just a pity that the Son of Heaven came here with a full meal, and he didn't let someone serve the barbecue.

"I'm free now, and enjoy myself with my fellow ministers."

As soon as Cao Rui, the emperor on the high desk, sat down, he raised his wine cup and invited everyone to drink, "This place is not a court hall, and you don't have to be restrained. Just do it rashly and come back with fun! Come, drink Win!"

"only."

All the people who had just entered the table and sat on their knees straightened their bodies and raised wine bottles with both hands to congratulate the emperor, and drank them all in one gulp.

The chief supervisor of the manor who was on standby at the periphery didn't wait for the emperor's order, and when he saw the emperor congratulating the crowd, he waved his hand and signaled him to enter the venue.All of a sudden, drums and zithers competed, strings and bamboos were promiscuous, graceful performers filed in one after another, and the proponents stretched their necks and stretched their voices, which also made everyone who was usually very dignified elated, and began to drink and stagger.

Among them, the emperor who drank several cups in a row was quite unrestrained.

It may be that he has not yet reached a stable age, or that he has experienced too many bad things before he succeeded to the throne. At this time, he not only leans against the edge of the case without a dignified appearance, but also changes into a very uncomfortable person. Sitting cross-legged elegantly, with his knees upright and his palms on his palms, sometimes he clapped his hands in approval, and sometimes waved his hands to signal others to drink up, his appearance was no different from those rich and rich dudes.

The monarch demonstrates by example, and the ministers naturally cater to the same.

Some of the crowd raised their glasses repeatedly to invite others to drink, some lightly hit the table and shook their heads and sang together, and some just held their beards and closed their eyes to meditate on their own.

At the moment, Xia Houhui is eating dried fruit bored.

He wanted to eat broiled mutton.

When the Son of Heaven declared that everyone could do whatever they wanted, he secretly waved his hand to summon the chief supervisor not far away at the last table, and asked him to fetch some roasted mutton.

Unexpectedly, the chief supervisor refused.

Before claiming that the emperor would not let people serve meat, he did not dare to serve it to everyone.

It was even more impossible to fetch meat for Xia Houhui alone.

However, there is no limit to the supplements such as dried fruit and candied fruit. If Xia Houhui is hungry, he will ask people to add more.

For this Xia Houhui can only talk about it better than nothing.

Although dried fruit is not resistant to hunger, at least it can be used as a cushion.

Thanks to the emperor who was in high spirits and raised his glass to drink with everyone from time to time, he drank a lot of wine on an empty stomach.He has too many things hidden in his heart, but he dare not let himself get drunk.

When I was young, singing and dancing stopped.

Cao Zhao, who was seated on the right side of the emperor, called someone to fetch the scorpion, and invited the emperor with a smile while enjoying the wine, saying: "Three days ago, your majesty bet with the minister on clothes, and the minister won by luck. But after the minister returned home, he found that There are still few clothes to wear, I wonder if Your Majesty can make another bet with the minister so that the minister can gather all the clothes and take them out?"

"Hahaha, why not?"

Emperor Cao Rui, whose face was already a little blush, laughed loudly when he heard the words, "However, Changsi, why must I defeat the evil? I will definitely get back the clothes today!"

Azalea, originally a game of chess.

It evolved from Liubo, and became one of the wine order cultures after being combined with banquets.

They are five wooden plaques, each with two sides, one side painted black, depicting a calf; The next win; and so on.

In the early days of banquets and drinking orders, the loser was fined with alcohol, and the winner was exempted.

But as the world went on, it gradually became a gambling game that the common people liked to hear and see, and the outcome was based on money.

There is no lack of Haoyou, who is arbitrarily arbitrarily popular among the people, who set up Xipu farms to induce Li Shu to participate in it, so as to achieve the purpose of lending money and seizing other people's land or property.

It has become a bad habit that the wise will not do.

But now, Cao Zhao, who is a close minister, invited the emperor to play and make a bet, which shows that he is not a direct minister.

But the emperor Cao Rui was not aware of this, but enjoyed it.

He not only agreed happily, but also invited He Yan, He Zeng and Qin Lang to sit at the same table regardless of their dignity and play together.

Didn't it mean that going out of the palace this time is a feast for the joy of poetry?
Why did you play with Azalea!

Seeing this scene, Xia Houhui couldn't help being dumbfounded.

When he turned his gaze away from Wang Su, who was not involved in it, he found that he had already closed his eyes and wandered into the sky, turning a blind eye to such absurd things, and did not persuade one or two according to his duty.

Perhaps, he had persuaded him before.

But the emperor didn't obey and was still happy with it, so he didn't do unnecessary things.

Ugh.
It seems that if I want to continue my life for Cao Wei, the difficulty I face is not limited to making the gentry bigger.

With a sigh in his heart, Xia Houhui suddenly felt that the slightly fragrant dried fruit became unpalatable, so he simply followed Wang Su's example and closed his eyes to rest his mind, so that he was out of sight and out of mind.

I do not know how long it has been.

A burst of cheerful laughter interrupted Xia Houhui's meditation.

Opening his eyes, he saw Cao Zhaozheng bowing his hands in joy, while the Son of Heaven shook his head with regret, it turned out that the winner was decided.

"That's it, that's it."

The emperor Cao Rui waved his hands resentfully, and said in a somewhat unwilling tone, "The play of the Pupu is not my specialty, and it is not good to win with long thinking. If you want me to bestow the bo belt, Changsi needs to dance the sword for fun."

"Do you dare to accept your life?"

Hearing this, Cao Zhao suppressed his smile and got up to perform the salute, "Your Majesty, it's boring for me to dance alone, why don't you let Uncle Ping sing with him, and congratulate Your Majesty together."

"Okay, it's up to you."

The emperor nodded and looked sideways at He Yan, "Uncle Ping is having fun."

"only."

He Yan bowed and saluted, returned to his seat and drank a cup to moisten his throat before stepping into the center of the banquet; at this time Cao Zhao also took the wooden sword handed over by the attendant and placed it in front of him, slightly bent his knees, and was ready The posture of dancing.

After the two looked at each other, they sang and danced.

He Yan has delicate features, fair complexion, and a tall crown and belt. When he steps and sings, he flutters like a fairy in a painting left alone in the world; It has the majestic and heroic momentum of the army, but it is more pleasing to the eye. It is as vast as Feng Xu Yufeng.

The two joined hands to have fun, no matter who is destined to attend the meeting, they will sincerely praise: what a pair of people~
Emperor Cao Rui was also quite satisfied with this.

At the end of the singing and dancing, he did not hesitate to smile, "It's wonderful! It's a reward!"

I finally remembered the original intention of today's trip, and invited everyone to say, "Today I enjoy poetry and prose. You are all talented, and you can't refuse. I will give you Chinese and ink in my chest. Those who please me will appreciate it!"

"only."

After everyone took the order, they all lowered their heads and frowned to think about writing.

Only Xia Houhui was an exception.

Because the emperor finally asked the chief supervisor of the manor to serve the roasted mutton, and distributed it among the people in turn.

Therefore, there was a very strange scene at the banquet - the emperor Cao Rui was drinking slowly, the accompanying officials were searching for writings for writing, and Xia Houhui was feasting.

It was also quickly noticed by the emperor.

However, with the lessons learned in the East Hall, he did not feel that Xia Houhui was despising the authority of the emperor.

On the contrary, there is still novelty in his heart at this moment.

I heard that Xiahou Zhiquan was famous for his literature when he was young, but after the disaster in Luoshui, he no longer liked literary affairs, nor did he have any literary activities.Today everyone is thinking, but he is unique. Could it be that there is already an article in his chest?

Emperor Cao Rui was thinking on his own, and his eyes were fixed on Xia Houhui.

It should be something.

Xia Houhui, who was seventy percent full, took out the silk from his sleeve to wipe his mouth, then raised his head to look at the emperor's seat while pouring himself wine, and happened to meet the emperor Cao Rui's gaze.

"Xia Houqing, is the wine and meat delicious here?"

Emperor Cao Rui showed a faint smile and asked aloud.

After drinking the wine in his hand, Xia Houhui got up from the case and replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, the wine and meat are very delicious."

"Um"

With a slight nasal sound, the emperor Cao Rui still asked gently, "My wine and meat are beautiful, but I don't know if your poems are beautiful?"

At this time, all the people who were with the banquet were interrupted by the conversation between the two, and each waited quietly for the next article.

But Xiahou Hui didn't look sideways, and after listening to the emperor's question, he answered without thinking, "Your Majesty, since Hui entered this place, he saw that the palace walls of the previous dynasty still remained, and he felt something in his heart. Recalling Hui's visit to Chang'an in his early years, he once looked for the Qin Emperor's A Fang. The matter of the ruins of the palace. Now His Majesty has an order, and I will write a fu with the title of Afang Palace. Whether it is beautiful or not, only Your Majesty can decide."

When the words fell, before the emperor asked another question, he sang loudly.

"The six kings are at the end, the four seas are one, the mountains of Shu are ignorant, and Afang is out. The pressure is more than three hundred miles, and the soldiers are yelling in isolation every day. Hangu is raised, and the people of Chu are torched. Poor scorched earth!"

Speaking of this, Xiahou Hui paused for a while, turned his voice into a passion, and almost stopped every word.

"Woohoo! Those who destroy the Six Kingdoms are not the Qin Dynasty; those who belong to the Qin Dynasty are not the Qin Dynasty."

"My husband! Make the six countries each love their own people, and it will be enough to reject Qin; make Qin love the people of the six countries again, and then hand it over to the third generation and be the king for ten thousand generations. Whoever gets it will destroy the family?"

"The people of Qin have no time to mourn for themselves, and later generations mourn; what later generations mourn without learning from it, also makes future generations mourn for future generations again!"

(End of this chapter)