Yang Zhi patted Li Gang on the shoulder and said, "Lord Li, why bother, Liang Yuan is full of singing and dancing, and wine is like a knife to relieve sorrow." I remember how happy the youth was, and the lights went up to the Fan Tower in the middle of the night. Look at this dish, Boss Fan wants us to finish this meal happily. ”

A table of dishes, sauce fried sea cucumber, white-cut mutton, Dongpo meat, steamed chicken, etc., a total of more than a dozen dishes, Fan Rui knew that his comrades-in-arms were all pot-bellied men, and specially explained that they mainly focused on meat dishes, and did not pay attention to the style of those poems; Lu Yihao smiled: "Master Li has some things in his stomach for too long, not to mention uncomfortable. ”

Yang Zhi picked up the wine bowl and said: "Some things are more uncomfortable to say, drunk and singing, life is geometric, come to do it, so that we can meet in Bianliang." ”

Everyone raised the bowl together and drank it all; as soon as the door curtain was lifted, Fan Tiangang walked in, Fan Tiangang came specially after listening to what Dr. Jiu said, and when he saw everyone's faces, he secretly shouted that it was okay, not as low as Dr. Jiu said. Fan Tiangang toasted everyone with a bowl of wine, and then specially toasted Yang Zhi separately and said: "Lord Yang, I don't care that you are Fan Rui's uncle, or what is left behind now, I respect you because your heart for the Central Plains has never changed; ”

Yang Zhi said with a smile: "Boss Fan, don't dare to be, I respect you, you have the ability to leave Bianliang, but you haven't left today, to be honest, I am still very surprised, and I hope that Boss Fan will help you in the future." ”

Fan Lou has dozens of semicolons all over the country, if Fan Tiangang really wanted to be for his own safety, he could have left Bianliang a long time ago, but Fan Tiangang has never left; but with Yang Zhi's current identity, what he said to Fan Tiangang to help, it was also a joke, Fan Tiangang smiled: "That's natural, if you need to donate money, adults just ask." ”

"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about, and you have to help him, you don't know that I have been wronged. Fan Rui pointed at Wang Gang and shouted: "Even this kid and that Yue Fei, I have to call Uncle Shi." ”

Everyone laughed, although Wang Gang is young, he has not yet reached the age of eighteen, but Wang Gang has a high seniority, Zhou Dong's apprentice, and Yang Zhi and Wu Song are the same generation; everyone knows that Fan Rui is deliberately enlivening the atmosphere, Yang Zhi and Fan Tiangang drank the wine in the bowl, Cai Fu smiled and said: "Lord Fan, these things can't be helped, who told your master not to worship well." ”

Wu Song held the wine bowl, glanced at Cai Fu and said, "Cai Fu, a good man, when you say the same thing in front of Lu Zhishen, then you are really the person I admire Wu Song." ”

Cai Fu was so frightened that he went to Lu Zhishen and said, "Don't be pressed on the ground by the flower monk and rub his face fiercely;Yang Zhi smiled: "Wu Song, don't scare him." ”

Fan Tiangang put down the wine bowl and said: "Lord Yang, it's rare to come to Fan Lou as a guest, can you leave some hope for the old brother, just write a poem on this wall." ”

Li Gang and Lu Yihao also coaxed, although Yang Zhi didn't write much, but there were many fine products, both of them were literati, so naturally they also wanted to see a little good story, Yang Zhi smiled and said: "Boss Fan, if you are not afraid that the restaurant will be smashed in the future, I will write a poem, even if you can't look at it, it's fun." ”

Fan Tiangang was overjoyed, let people prepare pen and ink, Yang Zhi drank half a bowl of wine, and wrote the first half of Jiang Hong on the white wall: "Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest." Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad!"

Li Gang couldn't help but call out a good word, the country is broken, in just a few sentences, the gains and losses of fame in the battlefield, and the love and hate in the world are vividly expressed; Fan Tiangang was a little puzzled and asked, "What do you mean, my lord?"

Yang Zhi is not worried that Yue Fei has already written this poem, thirty fame and dust, Yue Fei should be after the age of thirty when he wrote the lyrics, not to mention that there are many people who think that this poem was not written by Yue Fei, but a pseudonymous work of the Ming Dynasty. Yang Zhishi suddenly thought that it was inappropriate for the courtiers to hate the three words, and he no longer admitted that he was the courtiers of Song Qinzong, where did the hatred come from, if he wanted to write it down as it was, he had to make a joke to the people of the world.

Yang Zhi took a sip of wine, made up his mind, stood up and said, "I want to think about it." ”

Yang Zhi immediately took the brush that Cai Qing picked up, dipped it in ink, and continued to write: "Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing; Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

"Great. Lu Yihao took the case, the whole word is magnificent, expressing Yang Zhi's determination and will to resist gold, with Lu Yihao's vision, he naturally knows that this word will be sung in the future; Yang Zhi wrote this word, not to pretend to be elegant, in fact, to stimulate everyone's fighting spirit.

The banquet dispersed, and on the way back, Li Gang and Lu Yihao stopped by and mentioned Song Qinzong again, and asked Lu Yihao: "Can you arrange someone to rescue Qinzong?"

Lu Yihao looked at Li Gang and said sadly: "What time is it now, the Jin army is about to call, you are still thinking about these messy things, there are so many fields outside Kaifeng City, why don't you plant all the grain, just because you are worried that the Jin people will call, and when the time comes, a fire will be burned? Do you know? In the clouds, in Taihang Mountain, even the roadside is trying to find a way to grow crops, and you don't even care about the country and the people for the face that has fallen to the ground?"

Li Gang only felt that his face was hot, and he heard Lu Yihao's subtext, since the country doesn't care, why care about a person's life or death. It's just that in Li Gang's heart, he still feels a little sorry for Song Qinzong, Zhang Shuye, Sun Fu, and He Li, who went north with Song Qinzong, all died of hunger strike in Jinguo, and even Tang Ke, who Li Gang has always looked down on, committed suicide by taking poison before Zhang Bangchang became emperor, but he is still alive.

Lu Yihao saw Li Gang's thoughts, and said lightly: "Yang Zhicai is only thirty years old, so when he says that he has thirty years of fame and dust, isn't it the same for you and me in terms of official positions and reputations? If you are always obsessed with the mentality of the past, how can you inspire the people in Bianliang and help us fight against the Jin army?"

Lu Yihao's words were like a blow to the head, Li Gang stood in the bumpy carriage and thought for a long time, finally came to his senses, and arched his hand at Lu Yihao and said, "Lord Lu, thank you." ”

The moonlight was bright, shining on the bluestone street, and the sound of horses' hooves clearly stepped on the stone slabs, as if every sound was a new beginning.