Chapter 611 The State Is Not Worth Regretting

Liu Bei shook his eyebrows:

"Sleeping on the same bed, sleeping with feet touching each other, our love is better than that of brothers. What's wrong with that?"

Although he said this, Liu Bei could vaguely sense the meaning of the words "taking off his shirt with the general".

Could it be that...this later generation is more kind to men than this time?

But this idea is a bit wild, and the style of later generations has also been seen when looking at the Wuhou Temple in Chengdu and the Sleepless City in Chang'an.

There seems to be no such tendency.

No, Liu Bei shook his head to suppress the messy thoughts, and immediately felt that the Southern Song Dynasty was really ruthless to an old man:

He obviously has good talent, but he has wasted his life.

He has been ill all year round, and the ugly behavior on the front and rear has been repeated, resulting in an unprecedented defeat.

"The small court of the Southern Song Dynasty had so many people to blame. It's no wonder that later generations spoke ill of it."

This statement attracted the approval of several people in the small courtyard.

Before, I didn’t know why future generations had such complicated views on the Song Dynasty. Now that I know the regrets of Xin Qiji and the farce of the Northern Expedition in Kaixi, let alone future generations, even they find it difficult to explain at this time.

Especially...

"What does Zhuge Liang mean by this juice?"

Liu Bei pulled his beard slightly, puzzled by this.

He could guess that the title was mostly sarcastic, but he couldn't tell how it was sarcastic, which was the most uncomfortable thing.

But if it's related to people and can be called ink... ink? Brain? bile?

"No matter what he means, are these pigs and dogs worthy of being compared with military advisors? How dare they have the nerve to stroke a fan and masturbate?"

"That poem was written by the Poet Saint to my military advisor. What does it have to do with him?!"

Zhang Fei stood up cursing and won Lu Su's approval:

"No matter what he is called, just by looking at what he does, he can be called a national thief who is fishing for fame and reputation!"

Liu Bei nodded, then smiled at his military advisor and said:

"Kong Ming is actually tired of his fame."

Kong Ming waved his hands helplessly, feeling a little embarrassed when he heard that later generations saw Xin Qiji comparing himself to him again.

Logically speaking, he predates Xin Qiji by more than 800 years, so he can be called an ancestor.

But reading this poem and poem from the light curtain, knowing his life, one feels like seeing a stubborn and unyielding gray-haired swordsman with his own eyes, and he is only over thirty years old now, but he looks like a junior.

Agitated by two different moods, Kong Ming smiled more and more bitterly:

"The person who will be admired by future generations is Prime Minister Zhuge. Our achievements in Wuzhangyuan are hard to compare with."

Liu Bei nodded, and he could guess a thing or two about his own military advisor's thoughts. After all, he had often done this when talking about the eternal phase. Shi Yuan had also said privately that the current Kong Ming probably wanted to surpass himself in the history books of later generations. .

Zhang Fei, who was on the side, looked at the light screen again and again, but still couldn't wait for Li Shimin's reply, so he whispered:

"I just want to know how the history books judged the Erfeng Emperor to be so stingy."

Fortunately, at this moment, Zhang Fei looked up and saw a line of words floating on the light screen.

〖Zhao Pu: Huanhou is brave and has many powerful strategies. He will win every attack and win in battle. His righteousness and righteousness will last through the ages. 〗

Then Zhang Fei suddenly smiled:

"This Zhao Da...the Prime Minister of Song Taizu is quite right."

…

In the Bianliang Hall, the chamberlains remained silent, not daring to speak out. They tried their best to look at the contents of the light curtain with their slightly raised heads and write them down.

They could also use the corner of their eyes to scan the scene inside the palace:

Prime Minister Zhao Gong stood beside the stone table, as if he could study the stone table and keep touching it.

Hanlin medical officer Liu Han was very indifferent. He moved a table and chairs aside, holding a notebook and trying to write and draw in it.

The most nervous one is naturally the one in the palace.

The servants remembered clearly that the officials had just heard that the Kaixi Northern Expedition was a good thing, and they even told Xianggong Zhao next to him, "I still dare to fight after all."

But soon, Guo Ni's pretentious behavior made the officials frown.

And then, what later generations casually said somewhat refreshed our understanding of the Song Dynasty:

"How dare Guo Ni, a humble and dishonest person, dare to bully the army to this point?"

"It's so sad that he restrained himself and sent a fierce general into the enemy's hands. He made the enemy frightened and died at the hands of a superior officer."

Perhaps because they were also from the military, they could empathize with him more. The servants felt that the official family was almost going to recreate the scene of the King of Jin's "assassination" that day.

Master Kongjie was very smart and had already retreated to a safe distance, with a worried look on his face.

But in the end, seeing Xin Qiji die of illness after leaving a word, the official family who had been so excited and angry just now suddenly calmed down.

"The wind is always blown away by the rain... Good words."

"Master Kongjiong!"

Zhao Guangyi, who was in the distance, suddenly became excited and responded quickly.

"Make a copy of it, frame it, and put it in my study."

Zhao Kuangyin also felt that he finally realized the biggest difference between these two Song poems and Tang poems.

In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, soldiers guarding the border boasted of their martial arts and frequently destroyed enemy countries, so there are poems about border fortresses that are majestic and majestic.

In the poems of the two Song Dynasties, there are endless feelings of national hatred, endless family hatred, and endless sighs of frustration.

Later generations lamented that the Han Dynasty perished due to force, but regretted the Wuzhangyuan of Wuhou.

Thinking of the An-Shi Rebellion, it was said that the collapse of the Tang Dynasty did not happen overnight.

Nowadays, when talking about the situation of the two Song Dynasties, more sighs are that the Southern Song Dynasty was not worthy of powerful generals such as Yue Wumu.

Which one is better or worse can be known at a glance.

[Xin Qiji spent almost his whole life interpreting the words "ambitions are hard to achieve", so his death is naturally full of regrets.

But at the same time, he was half lucky, because he didn't have to know the personality competition between the main battle master of the Southern Song Dynasty and the two low factions after this battle.

After the failure of the Kaixi Northern Expedition, Han Zhouzhou could not accept it. Regardless of the internal and external troubles in the Southern Song Dynasty, he was determined to fight again.

As a result, this caused the Zhuhe faction to be extremely dissatisfied. Unable to compete with Han Yuzhou in terms of power, the Zhuhe faction profoundly explained what it meant to be "as fierce as a tiger internally and as soft as a sheep externally."

Two months after Xin Qibing's death, Shi Miyuan teamed up with the queen's relatives and directly assassinated Han Yuzhou while he was in court.

Then he cut off his head and gave it to the Jin Kingdom, and agreed to all the Jin Kingdom's peace talks, that is, to pay three million silver as a truce fund, and then increase the annual coins to 300,000.

In the subsequent Jiading Peace Conference, the two sides signed a detailed treaty, including the change of the Song and Jin Dynasties from the country of uncles and nephews to the country of uncles and nephews, the increase of years of coins, and the cession of all the land recovered after the Shaoxing Peace Conference.

However, it was too outrageous to cut off the head of his prime minister and send it to the imperial court as a "letter to the imperial court" during the peace negotiation. Wang Jian, the minister at the time, said frankly:

"The Han Dynasty's head is not worth cherishing, but the national body is worth cherishing!"

What's even more outrageous is that after Jin Guo got Han Yuzhou's head, he also started to boo:

"Wabi Zhou is loyal to his country and loyal to himself, so he is named the Marquis of Zhongmie."

In other words, in the eyes of the Kingdom of Jin, Han Yuzhou was a loyal minister, and it was very clear who was the traitor. The disgusting people knew their tricks.

Compared with Xin Qiji, the great poet Lu You of his generation was very unlucky.

After the Jiading Peace Negotiation, Lu You, who was already suffering from poor health because of his poor life, became ill with worry and anger. He survived for half a year and died of illness. He left a last note on his deathbed that still did not forget the Northern Expedition:

"Wang Shibei fixed the day of the Central Plains, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifices."]