Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

Mingzhi poured a cup of tea to Defang and said, "I sent Wang Jien to Mrs. Zheng Guo's crown and clothes, and the objects went in person. It seems that His Majesty still cares about Li Yu and Mrs. Zheng Guo."

"Yeah, since Li Yu and Xiao Zhou later came to the capital, the emperor's uncle has visited the mansion several times, and told his father that Mrs. Zheng Guo plays and sings the piano well. Now that the emperor's uncle has ascended the throne, this year is the first official celebration. Such courtesy is also reasonable.”

"His Royal Highness visited Li Yu's mansion a few days ago, and now there are no one else who can communicate with him except His Highness and Uncle Wang."

"It was me and General Cao who brought him back to Beijing, and my father admired Li Yu's talent very much. Now he is down and down, and even his former ministers don't go to visit him. I think he and I are half old acquaintances, and I go to see him occasionally. It doesn't matter."

"I heard from Baili that this time he gave His Royal Highness a book, what is it?"

"Oh, it was written by him. After reading it, I really feel sad every sentence."

"What did he write?"

Defang thought for a while, "I remember that he wrote in the song "Broken": In the past 40 years, the country, the mountains and rivers of three thousand miles, the Fengge and the Dragon Tower are connected to the sky, and Yushu Qiongzhi is used as tobacco. Becoming a subject, sinking your waist and wearing your temples. The most hasty resignation from the temple, the church still plays a farewell song, and weeps to the maid."

"I have known how to go to war...became a subject..." Mingzhi repeated, "Although Li Yu is unwilling, he is helpless. The world is in constant war. Thinking of his prosperity in the Southern Tang Dynasty, he wants to use his surrender to live in a corner to enjoy peace."

"What else can he do as a literati?" Defang said, "Li Yu writes poems and paints all day long, and drinks fine wine with a beautiful woman in his arms. Writing can't fix the country and the military can't make the country safe. There is no other way except surrender."

"Royal father treated him kindly, he didn't kill him and those ministers, and even made him a disobedient marquis, and now he still has that Empress Xiao Zhou to accompany him, although he can no longer be a monarch, but it's good to be an idle scholar. "

"Ma'am, that's the case. Father is benevolent and never kills his subjects indiscriminately, but Li Yu is the lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty after all. Even if he has no intention of being emperor, he can't let go of the shame of subjugation in his heart. Writing lyrics and poems in the past is for him. It's a joy, but now, I'm afraid every poem he writes will make him more sad."

"It's really fate." Mingzhi shook his head.

"Madam, although you and I are members of the Zhao family, the current situation is not very good. We should think more about ourselves. We have no time to take care of other people's affairs."

"Your Highness said so?" Mingzhi turned around and looked at the new crown in Ke'er's hands, "It seems that the crown is very well made."

"Madam, why don't you go and change it now?" Defang said with a smile, "Xu'er, look at your mother's new clothes."