Steam trains in ancient times (3): The so-called talented woman
“Ha.” Si Qi imitated his previous attitude and chuckled in the same way. The number one scholar felt that he had nowhere to stay. Then he said, “I wonder if you are all gathered here to discuss important matters?”
Everyone looked at Si Qi with eyes that were no longer the same as before, they only looked at him as a promising young man and gave him high hopes. “That’s right. In recent months, the Fourth Prince has submitted memorials to His Majesty, which has attracted His Majesty’s attention.”
“Hey, a lot of these are what we were discussing and researching, but he got the upper hand over them all…”
“Bad luck!”
“It is said that this was all the idea of Princess Zhao’er. This woman is so talented that she can defeat a hundred enemies at once…”
“A mere woman can actually…”
“It’s a pity that she has already married the Fourth Prince, so she is destined to be of no use to us…”
Several people were talking at once, and Si Qi nodded slowly after listening.
It turned out that the Daughter of the World had once again stolen the Crown Prince’s credit and passed on all the good strategies recorded in history to her sweetheart, the Fourth Prince.
With the existence of the Daughter of the World, many excellent policies that have appeared in the history of this dynasty could no longer be used by Si Qi.
Even if it was used, it would just be a collision with the Daughter of the World, and the two sides would end in a draw.
It was not Si Qi’s habit to repeat what others have said.
Si Qi asked directly: “What is there to discuss?”
Everyone frowned: “How can we not treat such a big thing with caution?”
Si Qi said frankly: “We can’t stop the Fourth Prince from coming up with good strategies. It’s useless to discuss ‘why the enemy is so strong’. However, we can offer Your Highness more and better strategies than the other side, in exchange for His Majesty’s favor. In this way, his Majesty will know that even if the Fourth Prince is talented, he is not even one ten-thousandth as talented as our Prince.”
People subconsciously retorted: “You think those strategies are so easy to come up with—”
Halfway through their conversation, they remembered the article Si Qi had just recited on the spot, and suddenly couldn’t continue when they saw Si Qi’s confident and lazy look.
Si Qi casually waved his sleeves, and his facial features were as handsome as his sister Si Peihuan, and every move was dazzling and eye-catching. As the saying goes, a person with knowledge of poetry and books is naturally elegant, and his inner talent makes him stand out even among the scholars. He was outstanding, unrestrained and confident, which was really impressive.
The prince, who was sitting in the first seat and listening quietly to the discussion, saw the young man in the crowd speaking freely and confidently, and his eyes unconsciously became deep.
He didn’t know why he treated Si Qi so differently. Maybe it was because Si Qi and he had a connection. He said gently, “No hurry, sit down and talk. Someone, serve tea to Si Juren.”
The staff were surprised to see the prince being so friendly to Si Qi. They had never seen the prince show such a friendly attitude to anyone. His most common behavior was cold and unpredictable.
Just thinking about Si Qi’s amazing abilities, it seemed no exaggeration to show respect to such a talented person. Everyone immediately gave up the seats below the crown prince to him, and waited eagerly for him to speak.
Si Qi did not refuse, nor did he show any sign of being flattered. He sat down openly, took the cup of hot tea given to him by the prince, and said with a smile, “Thank you, Your Highness.”
Strategy? Policy? Coincidentally, this was what he was good at…
Wasn’t it just to help Chu Feng ascend the throne of the emperor? That was the honor that Chu Feng deserved.
He just took it back for Chu Feng.
Thinking of this, Si Qi slowly spoke, analyzing the pros and cons of the memorials submitted by the fourth prince one by one, pointing out the shortcomings, and directly stating a good strategy that was a hundred times better than the opponent.
The light in the eyes of the surrounding staff grew brighter as they listened, and finally their faces flushed, and they were so excited that they could hardly control themselves.
After finishing a pot of tea, the staff were amazed and convinced by Si Qi’s seemingly endless array of amazing political speeches.
The usually cold prince even chuckled in front of everyone and said, “I am lucky to have Si Qi.” With such high praise, no one present raised any objection.
It was precisely because they knew something that they understood more and more clearly how Si Qi was a man of profound talent and boundless wisdom. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a genius that could only be found once in a thousand years.
Everyone was busy writing down every important point Si Qi said, and would later compile these words into a memorial to be presented to the current emperor.
Presumably, this would make him very happy and he would turn his attention to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince again.
Chu Feng had an encouraging look in his eyes as he said to Si Qi, “You have made such a great contribution, you deserve a great reward. If you have any wishes, just tell me, I will definitely satisfy you.”
Generally at this time, the ministers would make some excuses to express their humility and loyalty.
Si Qi said, “Indeed, there is.”
“Oh, tell me about it.” Chu Feng said with interest.
Si Qi: “I need the right to use a coastal area to study some things. I also need the right to cast iron to forge the necessary tools.”
It had been less than half a year since the enemy invaded. Si Qi wanted to help Chu Feng, so he couldn’t just sit there and wait for death.
After hearing this, the staff frowned slightly and said, “Salt, iron, and tea are all controlled by the court…”
If it was money, power, or beautiful women, it would not be a problem for the prince. But when it came to iron and territory, the topic was more delicate.
Who knew what he wanted to do?
The prince hesitated for a moment and then replied directly, “I will ask my father for instructions, and there will be a result in a few days.”
“Your Highness…” an aide said worriedly.
Chu Feng: “It doesn’t matter. What the Juren said must have a purpose. I believe him.”
Seeing that he had made up his mind, everyone could only reluctantly give up, even though they had hidden concerns. There was a hint of criticism in the way they looked at Si Qi.
Si Qi did not explain, but smiled: “Thank you for your trust, Your Highness. Qi will definitely not let you down.”
After saying this, Si Qi suddenly remembered something: “Just now we only discussed how to offer a better strategy than the fourth prince, but did not mention the many problems that Chu already has.”
When everyone heard this, they realized that Si Qi had something else in mind, and they immediately laughed out loud, and asked expectantly: “You have more suggestions? Tell us quickly!”
Si Qi asked the guard beside him to refill his tea, and then he slowly and methodically spoke out one after another of the good governance measures that would benefit the country. The content ranged from the rough to the detailed, and each sentence went straight to the core, so that no matter who heard it, they could understand its meaning.
It was as if Si Qi was afraid that they would not be able to understand some of the key points, so he even explained each step clearly, almost teaching them step by step, and the person who was speaking understood everything thoroughly.
Occasionally someone would raise a question, and Si Qi would be able to answer it quickly. It was obvious that he had thought about these policies many times in his mind, which was why he understood them so clearly.
In comparison, the Fourth Prince’s approach was not so much to offer strategies as to deduce an outline based on the results, leaving the rest for people to figure out on their own, and when asked questions they simply didn’t know the answers. This could not be compared with Si Qi at all.
From conception to implementation and then to decision-making, Si Qi was absolutely overwhelming.
This conversation lasted from noon to dusk, and a group of powerful people who were well-read in poetry were so fascinated by it that they wanted to pull Si Qi aside and talk with him all night long without letting him go.
It was Prince Chu who knew that Si Qi was not in good health, so he stopped everyone and personally sent Si Qi back. He also reminded him to take medicine on time and take good care of himself.
Si Qi listened with a smile, but in his heart he was muttering that Chinese medicine in this world was so bitter, who would want to drink it? He was young and strong, it was just a minor cold, he would get better after a while.
Prince Chu glanced at him, as if he could guess his thoughts, and said in a gentle voice: “If you are afraid of the bitterness, I will send someone to send you some malt sugar and apricot plums later. After you drink the medicine, it will relieve the bitterness.”
Si Qi realized, “Your Highness, I am not a child. I don’t mind the bitterness of the medicine.”
His Highness nodded, as if he believed it. “You are very important to me. I will send Doctor Yu to check on your health regularly. Please don’t worry me.”
Si Qi: “…”
Si Qi smiled: “Of course not… Don’t worry, Your Highness.”
The prince was very satisfied with the answer. He gave a few more instructions, expressing his deep love for talent, and then left.
Si Qi was a little depressed, and murmured, “It seems that I have to invent the cold medicine of this world as soon as possible…”
Otherwise, if he got any minor illness in the future, he would have to drink several bowls of Chinese medicine, which was too miserable.
He turned and walked back to the dilapidated courtyard at home. There was a faint aroma of food in the air. Si Peihuan had already prepared the food and was waiting for him. When she heard the sound in the courtyard, she came out, smiled at him, and said softly, “Come in quickly. Sister has made your favorite dishes.”
Such a peaceful and tranquil appearance in the past years was reassuring, just like what had appeared countless times in memory. But if Si Qi had not appeared in the crisis this morning, I’m afraid it would have been a completely different hellish scene.
Si Qi lowered his eyes slightly, and while talking to his sister with a smile, he went to wash his hands in the basin, lowered his eyes to look at his reflection on the water, thinking about how to avenge this hit.
The current emperor of Chu was a pragmatic man who valued talents as if they were his life and paid special attention to scholars.
Following the example of their superiors, the children of the capital also developed the habit of respecting scholars. If someone could write a well-respected poem, no matter what their origin or family background, they would be treated with respect wherever they went.
It was because of this cultural characteristic that Zhao Er, the daughter of the world, took great advantage after coming to this world.
The poem “Bamboo and Rock1” fully described the tenacity of bamboo and depicted the charm of rock bamboo. It seemed to be about bamboo, but it was actually about people, and vividly depicted the author’s noble character, uprightness, strength and unyielding heart.
It was because of this poem that she was able to clear away the stigma attached to the concubine’s daughter Zhao’er of that era in one fell swoop, making the originally ordinary concubine’s daughter of the Zhao family become a representative of positivity, optimism and pride in the hearts of the people.
Later, “Song of the Wandering Son2“, a work praising maternal love, cleared up the outside world’s misunderstanding that she had a rift with her stepmother.
The song “Long Song Xing3” has inspired many young people to be ambitious.
A passage of “Ding FengBo4” fully displayed Zhao Er’s playful and lively nature, expressed her carefree attitude in fighting against wind and rain and laughing at life, and told of her heroic spirit of not fearing the ups and downs of life.
Just because of these poems that made her famous, no matter how many shocking and extraordinary things she did in the future, or how much she was criticized by public opinion, when others recited her words, “A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, who is afraid? A raincoat and a straw hat will protect me from wind and rain for the rest of my life5“ they would be able to make those ordinary people who were not as skilled as her speechless.
This led to many behaviors that would be seen as shameless and disrespectful in other women, but in Zhao’er, it was the unrestrained and self-willed behavior that showed her conscience and the character of a peerless talent.
Some people may be dissatisfied with Zhao Er’s immoral behavior, but some people were fascinated by such an unconventional Zhao Er, impressed by her personal charm, and thought that Zhao Er was truly an extraordinary woman.
When Si Qi carefully recalled the memories about the Daughter of the World in his mind, he was almost shocked by Zhao Er’s various “great achievements”. He felt quite embarrassed as if he had seen through someone’s pretense.
All he could say was that the Daughter of the World was worthy of being the Daughter of the World, and was shamelessly on par with Chen Yi from the previous world.
Counting the time, the annual poetry festival in Beijing was about to start again. The reason why Zhao Er first became famous was because she recited the poem “Holding on to the Green Mountains and Not Letting Go6” at the poetry festival, which made her name known initially.
Later, when she got married and became the fourth princess, she was accustomed to modern life and had no intention of staying at home in a large mansion to take care of her husband and children. As before, she was still active everywhere, unwilling to be lonely and in front of everyone.
She probably won’t miss this year’s poetry festival.
Thinking of this, Si Qi picked up a pen and paper, ready to write a book to give the Daughter of the World a big surprise.
Today was the day of poetry reading.
As soon as Si Qi arrived at the poetry venue, he was greeted by a group of well-mannered young men from famous families, who greeted him with smiles and bows.
Although Si Qi missed the imperial examination this time due to a serious illness, everyone believed that with Si Qi’s talent, he would definitely be in the top three in the next imperial examination.
Everyone felt sorry that he had lost his fame, but no one had ever questioned his ability, let alone ridiculed him in secret or offended him.
They expressed their sympathy to him.
Si Qi shook his head slowly, without any regrets: “Misfortunes often bring blessings. Although I missed the imperial examination, I also found a wonderful opportunity.”
Everyone was immediately curious: “What kind of adventure could be more precious than fame?”
Si Qi saw that among the people present, some had a good relationship with Zhao Er, and some were even Zhao Er’s “believers”, so he asked: “Do you know why I suddenly became seriously ill?”
One person asked, “I heard you fell into the water? And caught a cold?”
Si Qi nodded: “I did fall into the water. I can’t swim, and I was soaked in the water for a whole night after I passed out. I almost froze to death.”
Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Before they could say anything, Si Qi said, “Luckily, the gods saved us and saved our lives.”
Everyone was skeptical: “God? Do you have any evidence?”
Si Qi smiled slightly: “Of course there is evidence.”
He took out a collection of poems from his arms, glanced at everyone, and said: “This thing is unique in the world, and no one in the world can match it. I have no intention of keeping it for myself, and I should make it public. However…”
Under the increasingly curious gazes of the crowd, he slowly said, “I’m afraid I’m not the only one who has received this gift from the gods.”
Everyone was puzzled and didn’t understand what he meant. Si Qi smiled and said, “Since the poetry meeting hasn’t started yet, let’s go to the private room to appreciate the book first.”
Everyone was so excited by Si Qi’s words that they quickly said, “Let’s go!”
They wanted to see what was written in Si Qi’s arms. What could have made Si Qi miss the imperial examination without any regrets, and why was he so mysterious in his words?
The poetry reading started at 7:00 am in the morning. Many people looked at the seats in confusion and found that many people were missing.
“Why hasn’t Master Li come yet?”
“I saw it clearly just now.”
“Master Qi is missing too.”
“Master Qi said that the princess might attend the poetry meeting, and he was obviously excited for a long time. How come he suddenly disappeared now?”
“Ah, it’s the princess! The princess is here as expected!”
An extremely excited voice sounded, and everyone’s eyes subconsciously looked in the same direction.
A woman strode into the pavilion, with a smile on her face that showed no shyness or tenderness at all, and she looked at everyone present with a cheerful and generous look.
The waterfall-like black hair was not neatly combed up. A uniquely shaped agate hairpin was casually inserted as an embellishment, and the rest all fell casually behind her.
She wore light and close-fitting clothes, with light pink ribbons outlining her slender waist, showing off her pretty and graceful figure, attracting a lot of attention.
Seeing that all the people present were still men, she said helplessly, “Didn’t we invite many sisters to come? Why are you scholars here again?”
Someone laughed and said, “You may have been stopped by your elders. Not everyone can see everything with an equal mind like you and I.”
“There are a lot of rumors out there, maybe they are trying to avoid suspicion.”
“How ridiculous! As the princess said, we are not afraid of our own shadows, so why should we care about what others think? They are the ones with dirty hearts, which shows the nature of villains!”
Zhao Er knew how deep the prejudice against women was in this era, so she shrugged and chuckled, “Ha, if you don’t want to come, then don’t come!”
She sat in the main seat as if it was her duty, and said with a smile: “It’s so boring to stay at home all day. Let me have fun today.”
However, in the eyes of others, if Zhao’er could be considered to stay at home all day, other women may have never gone out in their lives.
Everyone smiled and said, “Then let’s start drawing questions.”
There were many ways to play poetry, such as passing the flower by beating the drum to connect the upper and lower couplets, choosing a poem and replacing one or two lines in it to change the artistic conception, or choosing a theme to create freely.
This was the last way to play: randomly draw a topic from a bamboo tube and write a poem based on it. The confident person recites the poem, and the one recognized by everyone as the best draws the theme of the next round of poetry.
In the past few poetry competitions, Zhao Er had won almost all the best prizes in each round. Whether it was singing about bamboo or appreciating the moon, whether it was homesickness or sadness in autumn, it seemed that there was no field that Zhao Er was not good at. She could write amazing and brilliant poems one after another at will, and her outstanding talent was amazing.
The theme chosen this time was Plum blossoms, which was a very common and even a bit old-fashioned classic topic.
Everyone subconsciously looked at Zhao Er, expecting her to write something that would impress everyone based on this old-fashioned topic.
Zhao Er did not disappoint everyone’s expectations and smiled slightly, her eyes full of carefreeness. She picked up the brush and wrote while reading:
“The trees at the edge of my inkstone pool are covered with flowers, each with a faint trace of ink.”
“Good, good!” As soon as the first line of the poem was recited, someone couldn’t help but hum it excitedly, and there seemed to be light in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Er.
Many scholars just smiled bitterly and shook their heads after hearing this sentence. How could they compare? They were afraid that even if they thought hard for a whole day, they still could not compare with the poem that the other person just said.
Zhao Er slightly raised her snow-white chin and glanced at them with a charming look, as if she was coquettishly asking them not to interrupt her thoughts.
The smiling face seemed to be able to capture people’s souls, with a unique charm that made people yearn for it.
Many people stared subconsciously, staring at Zhao Er’s face and swallowing.
Zhao Er continued to write: “Don’t let people praise your good looks, just let your pure spirit fill the universe!”
As soon as the words fell, everyone in the room was surprised.
“Leave only pure energy to fill the universe…Leave only pure energy to fill the universe!!”
“This poem seems to be a eulogy to plum blossoms, but in fact it is a metaphor for myself! I am ashamed of myself, ashamed of myself!”
“I don’t seek praise from others, I just want to quietly leave a fragrance for the world…Such noble virtues, such noble temperament, and a sentiment that does not flatter the world, can only be written by a person like the princess!”
“Another masterpiece! Princess Zhao is truly a goddess!”
Zhao Er’s eyebrows curved, and he waved his hands nonchalantly: “It’s just a small poem that’s not worth mentioning. I just wrote it for fun.”
The scholars immediately retorted: “How can it be a trivial poem?”
“Princess, please don’t be modest!”
Zhao Er smiled as she watched everyone trying their best to tell her how amazing she was. She could only smile helplessly and said, “Okay, okay, if you think it’s good, then it’s good. Just listen to my poems, what about yours?”
Everyone paused for a moment, then all looked embarrassed.
With such a gem before them, who would dare to write poetry in such a humiliating way as to invite ridicule?
Zhao Er was disappointed and said, “Is that so? It seems that I have to wait until you finish writing before I can read the poem.”
A scholar blushed and said, “With the princess here, even if we try our best, it is still not as good as the last poem the princess wrote. Let’s just forget it.”
Zhao Er said with a half-smile, “Then I have ruined your interest. Why don’t you just not write it?”
Everyone hurriedly asked: “How can this be possible!”
“I’ll wait and write, Princess. Let’s take a look at the next round of questions!”
Zhao Er said with interest, “Okay, let’s draw a topic! This is a rare poetry gathering. I want to turn the verses that I don’t have the chance to write into poems and recite them.”
The poetry reading was in full swing. With the background of poems by many talented people, Zhao Er’s talent was unmatched and everyone was impressed by her.
Just when the poetry reading was halfway through, a group of people with flushed faces, as if they had experienced something shocking, finally arrived, including the young master of the Qi family and the young master of the Li family.
They were still immersed in what just happened and couldn’t come back to their senses for a long time.
Someone greeted them enthusiastically, “Finally you’re here! You don’t know how much wonderful content you’ve missed! Princess Zhao has written several wonderful poems again! Come and take a look!”
After saying this, he handed the ancient poem he had copied to the young master of the Li family for his appreciation.
After the young master of the Li family took it, he was surprised at first, then frowned, and then he couldn’t help but look at the smiling, cheerful and confident woman sitting in the upper seat with a special and indescribable look.
Then he silently handed these poems to the people who came with him.
Several people took a look at the ancient poem on the paper, which seemed familiar, or in other words, had not been changed at all. They looked at each other with strange expressions.
This……
After Si Qi sat down, he picked up the sake on the table, took a sip, and smiled slightly.
Notes
- “Bamboo and Rock” is a seven-character quatrain created by Zheng Xie, a calligrapher and painter in the Qing Dynasty More info ↩︎
- “Song of the Wandering Son” is a five-character poem written by Tang Dynasty poet Meng Jiao More info ↩︎
- “Long Song Xing” is a poem by Li Bai, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty. This poem expresses the author’s strong desire to make achievements as soon as possible, to make his achievements last forever, and to leave his name in the annals of history. More info ↩︎
- “Ding Fengbo, Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest”, is a lyric written by Su Shi, a writer in the Song Dynasty. This word uses the small things in life, such as encountering wind and rain on the way in the wild, to find profound meaning in simplicity, and to create wonders in ordinary places, showing a broad-minded and transcendent mind, and embodying otherworldly ideals of life. The first part focuses on the rain, and the second part focuses on the after-rain. The whole poem reflects an upright scholar’s struggle for relief in the rough life. More info ↩︎
- Fragment from the poem Ding Feng Bo ↩︎
- Fragment from the poem Bamboo and rock ↩︎