Quick Transmigration: Legendary Figures of the Ages

(sixteen)
If Nai'er wants to measure the land with his feet, he can't just be a weak scholar.

In particular, the mountains and rivers are turbulent, and it will come at an unknown time.

By that time, she may have died of old age and become a pile of loess, and the raging smoke and iron hooves of war will at most flatten her grave.

But sister zhao'er and gui'er are in their forties.

What she can do is to do her best to increase the power of self-protection for those around her.

It's not that she didn't think about saving the fragmented Chinese territory.

But she also knows that it is still difficult for the royal court of the Northern Song Dynasty to hold on to the current territory.

In recent years, the news of Beibian'er has also come from time to time. More than once, she has signaled her traveling merchants to tell the officials of Bianliang City that Beibian'er is fighting hard, fearing that she may have the heart of conquest.

It's a pity that nothing happened.

The Song Dynasty, which seemed to be full of flowers and flourishing in business, was full of redundant officials and soldiers, poor and weak, and the capricious attitude of the superiors towards reforms, making this Song Dynasty more like a fire cooking oil, showing the end of the road.

Not to mention her, even the officials with salaries in the imperial court and the officials who occupy the throne are powerless.

"According to my sister, tell Nai'er that a great Confucian can be both civil and military."

"Writing can educate people to inherit classics in prosperous times, and it can also use pen as a weapon to awaken the world in troubled times."

"But the premise is that you have to live."

"The more you practice, the easier it will be for you to live."

Sunge sighed, everything is fine with Nai'er, the only problem is that she is more or less affected by the current prevailing culture of emphasizing culture over martial arts.

The conversations of classmates and masters around him, and even the widely circulated mountain stories in the world, have left a vulgar imprint of martial arts in Nai'er's heart.

In those stories that almost flowed into thousands of households, the boudoir daughter would rather have a private life with a poor scholar with nothing than to marry an iron-blooded soldier who fought on the battlefield.

In the story, the scholar has red lips, white teeth, delicate features, and good manners. Even the washed clothes exude a fragrance.

And what about those soldiers?

Fierce and vicious, killing people like hemp, with a blue face and fangs.

Stories originate from reality.

Therefore, the culture of words and scriptures, which were very popular for a while, is consciously catering to the hearts of the current people.

Emphasis on literati, cheap martial arts.

It is said that you can win the world on horseback, but you cannot rule the world on horseback. But if there is no fighting on horseback on the battlefield, how can you defend the world that has shed countless blood.

If the generals who fight on the battlefield are useless, why does Zhao Kuangyin, who is wearing a yellow robe, have to drink wine non-stop to release his military power.

Whether it was panic or kindness back then, after more than 100 years of deliberate guidance by the superiors, the style of emphasizing literature over martial arts has been deeply rooted in the Song Dynasty.

Seeing the undisguised worry on his mother's face, Li Qingzhao felt uneasy.

She always felt that her aunt could think what ordinary people couldn't think, plan ahead, and look far ahead.

Troubled times?
Singing and dancing to promote peace, will the prosperous and splendid Bianliang City also encounter wars?

"Aniang, I will supervise Nai'er." Li Qingzhao nodded firmly.

Seeing that Sunge was slightly sleepy, Li Qingzhao got up and left to look for Li Hui.

……

In the next few days, the life was orderly and leisurely.

Aunt Ning did all the general affairs of the family herself, and the servants in the mansion did not dare to speak sarcasm anymore.

Sunge is walking in the streets and alleys of Bianliang looking for business opportunities.

She wants a lot of money, and then gain reputation among the people and have the right to speak.

Li Qingzhao personally taught Li Nai martial arts, while taking advantage of the gap to hold poems.

"Reading the Monument of Zhongxing"

These days, she has recited this seven-character poem written by Zhang Lei repeatedly.

"It's a hundred years of waste and prosperity, and I'm sighing. At that time, the son is here today. Don't you see, the desolate Wushui is abandoned and not collected. From time to time, tourists buy monuments and sell them."

Li Qingzhao frowned, and the words in front of him drifted into his mind, closely intertwined with A Niang's words that day.

Pick up a pen and write down "50 years of achievements are like electric sweeping, Huaqing flowers and willows Xianyang grass."

"Wufang is dedicated to fighting cocks, and you don't know how old you are in the pile of wine and meat."

……

"Xia and Shang have lessons to learn from, and Jian Ce's history is here to stay."

"It's really sad that the time has passed, and the villain's heart is as ugly as a cliff."

This is the first time Li Qingzhao has faced the undercurrent of the prosperous Northern Song Dynasty.

Back then, Tang Minghuang also single-handedly created the prosperous Kaiyuan, but in the end all achievements were wiped out.The Anshi Rebellion broke out in the Tang Dynasty, and the army of the Tang Dynasty was completely defeated.

Is there really no warning for the coming of troubled times?
No, there is.

From the time when the superiors are indulged in lust, prostitutes and sycophants who are far away from the virtuous ministers, and exhaust the people's power to satisfy their own desires, the outcome of defeat has been predetermined in advance.

From the past to learn from the present, we can know the ups and downs.

Isn't this the case in the Northern Song Dynasty today?

The king is mediocre and inactive, the ministers and factions are colluding to fight each other, and there are foreign enemies eyeing each other, but there is a lot of flowers on the surface.

Isn't this scene very similar to the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty before the Anshi Rebellion.

No wonder, A Niang is so worried about the general situation of the world.

Li Qingzhao did it in one go, and the surging blood in his chest seemed to be uncontrollable.

When the pen falls, the poem is completed.

She had never written such a poem before.

It turns out that her poems can not only record the scenery of childhood, the beauty of mountains and rivers, but also remind the world.

As A Niang said, writing can teach people to inherit classics in prosperous times, and it can also use pen as a weapon to awaken the world in troubled times.

This is the meaning.

Li Hui, who was walking on horseback, quietly moved over and saw the long poem written on the paper.

Every word and sentence, Li Hui was shocked.

His expression gradually became serious.

Is the eldest sister using the past to satirize the present?
He has always been aware of the talents of his eldest sister, and it also comes from A Niang's broad-minded vision.

It can be said that the eldest sister is the person who most resembles A Niang in the world and also admires A Niang the most.

Yes, it is worship.

In the elder sister's heart, A Niang stands tall, and no one can compare with A Niang.

Li Hui pondered the long poem, and the dissatisfaction in his heart dissipated little by little.

He can also practice martial arts.

Even if his words can't wake up the world like a sword, he can help the weak in troubled times.

With the example of A Niang and elder sister, he knows how to go on his way.

"Sister, I know I was wrong."

Li Nai wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes were determined.

At this moment, Li Gefei, who was sent by the government on a errand, finally returned home.

Before I had time to recall the past, I saw Li Qingzhao's long poem that hadn't been put away, and the shock in my heart was not weaker than that of Li Hui.

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, her stepwife was born in a scholarly family, and she was full of poetic and scholarly spirit, and the children raised by her would definitely not be bad, but he did not expect it to be so amazing.

It is a great talent to have such deep thoughts of worrying about the country at a young age.

"Very good!"

"Very good!"

The travel-worn Li Gefei stroked the beard on his chin and couldn't stop admiring him.

"If my sister and son are regarded as men, they will definitely be able to make contributions in this life, and their names will go down in history."