Wei Yuan's words made everyone's eyes focus on Xu Qi 'an.
Lin An, Huaiqing, the civil and military officials on the city wall. The expedition team under the city wall and the people on the street.
Xu Qi 'an stopped beating the drum and was silent for a moment. He didn't look back and said with a smile, "Duke Wei, after' Who in the world doesn't know the king ', there is no better farewell poem than yours."
After a pause, he said loudly, "Why don't I write a poem?"
The two talked loudly in front of thousands of people.
Wei Yuan thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Okay!"
Everyone's eyes fell on Xu Qi 'an again. The students and the civil officials on the city wall suddenly became spirited.
Under such circumstances, how could there not be poems to liven things up? With the presence of the Great Feng Poetry Champion, the literary world would have one more masterpiece.
Thinking of this, the scholars were a little excited and looked forward to Xu Qi 'an's poem.
Xu Qi 'an didn't stop beating the drum. Instead, he became more and more intense and the sound of the drum echoed.
He did have a poem in his mind that he wanted to give to Wei Yuan.
After returning from Chu Zhou City, he had a heart-to-heart talk with Wei Yuan and learned about Wei Yuan's plan for the King of Zhenbei and his intention to regain control of the military.
It was also at that time that Xu Qi 'an realized that the Great Green Robe, who had fought against many factions in the court, had always wanted to command the army again. He wanted to fulfill his ambition, but he could not.
After the Battle of Shanhai Pass, Wei Yuan's military power was taken away and he was forced to stay in the court for twenty years.
Duke Wei, it has been twenty years. Have you ever dreamed of returning to the battlefield and guiding the country?
He took a deep breath and circulated the Qi in his Dantian along with the sound of the drum.
"Watching the sword by the lamp when drunk, dreaming of returning to the camp with the blowing of the horn! Eight hundred miles away, the sound of fifty strings turning over the wall, the soldiers on the battlefield in autumn. "
Wei Yuan was stunned and looked at the young man on the city wall.
Good words!
The eyes of all the civil officials suddenly lit up. This sentence was like looking at a sword in a drunken dream. It was as if they had returned to their military days.
Combined with the present scene, it was as if they had returned to twenty years ago, to the battlefield where the soldiers were gathered after autumn, and that Tsing Yi had led the army into battle.
This was a poem written for Wei Yuan.
Dong dong dong, dong dong dong!
Xu Qi 'an beat the drum violently and shouted loudly, "The horse is moving fast, the bow is like a thunderclap, the string is startling. Settle the affairs of the Sovereign King and win his reputation in life and death! "
You've racked your brains for the imperial court, you've protected the empire for the royal family, but what have you gotten in return?
The imperial court has covered up your achievements and exaggerated the promotion of the King of Zhenbei. Little by little, your glory has been transferred to that beast who massacred the entire city for his own selfishness.
The civil officials and scholars condemned you, labeling you as the leader of the eunuch's clique. It was as if they had forgotten who won the Battle of Shanhai Pass and who brought Daibun twenty years of peace.
What did you get in return?
He stopped, and the sound of the drum stopped.
Xu Qi 'an's voice was loud and clear, but his tone was mixed with deep melancholy. He enunciated each word clearly, "Pity Bai Fasheng!"
On top of the city wall, the atmosphere suddenly froze. Wang Zhenwen and the other civil officials stared blankly at Xu Qi 'an, mulling over the last part of the poem.
An indescribable sorrow grew in their hearts.
What could move a scholar the most was always poetry and lyrics.
In fact, the civil officials present were well aware of what kind of person Wei Yuan was. Even if their eyes were bloodshot, they still agreed with Wei Yuan's character in their hearts.
It was just that their standpoints were different.
Pity Bai Fasheng, pity Bai Fasheng … At this moment, even the civil officials who had fought with Wei Yuan for half their lives could not help but feel depressed.
Bian Fan bit his lip and frowned slightly. At first, he did not feel anything, but when he read the last part, the sorrow suddenly surged like a surging tide.
Huai Qing stared at him, and there was a layer of mist in his eyes.
Jiang Lvzhong rubbed his face and muttered, "Motherf * cker, what kind of lousy lyrics is this? My nose is sore just listening to it."
In the expedition team, the seniors who had participated in the Battle of Shanhai Pass all had tears in their eyes at this moment.
"Hahaha …"
Wei Yuan laughed heartily, so much so that tears trickled down the corners of his eyes.
Xu Qi 'an, do you know why I didn't accept you as my adopted son?
Because in my heart, you are my confidant!
…
Mount Qingyun, Yunlu Academy.
Zhao Shou stood at the top of the mountain, his scholar's robe and white hair fluttering in the wind. His gaze seemed to penetrate the distance and see the expedition team.
"The academy rose because of Daibun, but the Confucian school declined because of Daibun."
His gaze was calm, his tone steady, and there was neither joy nor sorrow in his eyes.
He stirred up an awe-inspiring righteousness and said in a clear voice, "Wei Yuan, return in triumph!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the power of the Confucian school's Verbal Compliance entered the void and disappeared.
In the next second, the backfire effect of the spell came, and the awe-inspiring righteousness surrounding Zhao Shou suddenly collapsed. A crack appeared between his eyebrows, and it quickly extended and expanded like a broken eggshell.
In the Quasi-Sage Hall, a Light shot out and shone directly on Zhao Shou, and his cracked body slowly healed.
"You can't brag so easily, especially when it involves an existence that surpasses the rank. Wei Yuan, oh, Wei Yuan, I can only help you so much. There was the Confucian Sages more than 2,000 years ago, and now, you are the only one among the human race who can carry this banner. "
After saying that, Zhao Shou bowed toward the Quasi-Sage Hall. "Thank you for saving me, Quasi-Sage."
Ever since the Sage of the Cheng family's stone tablet cracked, the power of the Quasi-Sage Hall had recovered.
…
There were a total of 70,000 soldiers in the military camp. Other than the 10,000 imperial guards, the other 60,000 were troops transferred from the boundary of the capital and various provinces.
The remaining troops were in the three provinces in the northeast, Xiangzhou, Yuzhou, and Jingzhou.
The 70,000 troops in the capital would be divided into four groups to go to the three provinces in the northeast, and 20,000 of them would go to Chuzhou in the north by water.
Xu Erlang was among these 20,000 troops.
When it came to marching, the more people there were, the more troublesome it would be. Thus, when there was a large-scale expedition, the troops were usually divided and then gathered at a certain place.
What did it mean to have 70,000 troops on an expedition?
There was an endless sea of people, and there was no end to it.
The army set off along the official road, and Wei Yuan looked back at the capital for the last time. He couldn't help but think of that brat's words.
"Finishing the affairs of the world, winning fame in life and death, it's a pity that it happened in vain …" Wei Yuan smiled and whispered to himself,
"There's no need to cry out for me. I'm loyal to the country, and I'm loyal to the people. You should understand me."
The army moved forward slowly, and the 70,000 people were silent. Only the rumbling of the wheels, the neighing of the horses, and the clashing of armors could be heard.
Amidst the interweaving sounds, the soldiers suddenly heard singing coming from the horizon.
"Smoke rises, and the country looks to the north. The dragon rises, and the horse whines, and the sword energy is like frost … My heart is like the Yellow River, and after twenty years, who can resist it …"
Some people looked around in confusion, and some were immersed in the song.
"Hatred is wild, and the long sword is pointing, and many loyal brothers and sisters are buried in foreign lands … I am willing to die for my country, and I can't help but sigh, and tears of blood are in my eyes …"
"The horse's hooves go to the south, and the people look to the north, and the people look to the north, and the grass is green, and the yellow dust is flying. I'm willing to defend the land, and open up the Central Plains, and let all sides come to congratulate me."
On a hill in the distance, a horse stood and sang like a lunatic.
After twenty years, who can resist it?
You must return with victory.
Duke Wei!
…
The Celestial Commissioner, on the Eight Trigrams Channel.
The Supervisor in a snow-white robe didn't sit at the table this time, but stood at the edge, looking at the army from the capital with a poker face.
"The curtain is up," the Supervisor said in a low voice.
"The curtain is up?"
Behind him, a deep voice said slowly, "If that's the case, how can I, the main character, not be included. Am I right, teacher?"
The Supervisor ignored him and sighed, "In Daibun, the only one who has the ability to lead the army to Jingshan City is Wei Yuan. He is the only one."
Yang Qianhuan opened his mouth, but he couldn't refute.
The Supervisor looked away and said, "Your heart isn't calm, how can you be promoted?"
Yang Qianhuan was silent for a moment, then said, "Teacher, I haven't left the Celestial Commissioner for many days. I'm afraid the people in the outside world don't know my name. They don't know that there's a Yang Qianhuan in the Celestial Commissioner. I can't accept it."
Where did you get your name from?
The Supervisor almost pinched his eyebrows. He said in a low voice, "Xu Qi 'an didn't go to war."
Yang Qianhuan was stunned. "What does that have to do with me?"
The Supervisor said to himself, "But he's beating the drums at the top of the city wall, composing lyrics, and getting everyone's attention."
Beating the drums at the top of the city wall, composing lyrics, and getting everyone's attention … Yang Qianhuan trembled with envy.
After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Teacher, I want to be promoted to the third rank!"
The Supervisor smiled. At this time, Chu Caiwei ran up and shouted, "Teacher, Senior Brother Song Qing brought the other senior brothers to cause trouble."
"Huh?"
"Senior Brother Song said that creating something requires passion. They refuse to do monotonous, boring, and repetitive work. They refuse to make magic tools. "
The Supervisor finally pinched his eyebrows and said calmly, "Tell them that Yang Qianhuan has been imprisoned in the third underground floor because he disobeyed me. He will be punished by lightning and fire."
Chu Caiwei nodded. "Okay. In this way, Senior Brother Song will work obediently. Teacher, you are so smart to come up with such a wonderful plan."
"This has nothing to do with being smart …" Yang Qianhuan complained in his heart.
The Supervisor sighed and pinched his eyebrows again.
Chu Caiwei didn't realize that Senior Brother Yang was complaining about her intelligence, nor did she care about the Supervisor pinching his eyebrows. She ran to the Supervisor with small steps. She glanced at the table first. Seeing that there was only wine and no food, she withdrew her gaze in disappointment and said mysteriously,
"Teacher, I have a question …"
The Supervisor suddenly felt a little relieved.
"I found some wonderful spells in a unique book. Can you take a look at them for me?"
Chu Caiwei said as she took out a neatly folded piece of paper from her bosom.
…
"On the third day after Erlang left, I miss him, miss him, miss him …"
Xu Qi 'an wrote this in his diary.
For the first two days, he was busy with the affairs of the mansion and immersed in cultivation. Until today, he took the time to look at the former Emperor's daily record. He couldn't understand it, so he began to miss Erlang.
Before Xu Erlang left, he wrote down the former Emperor's daily record from memory. Of course, it was still in cursive script.
It was too long, and using cursive script would save more time. He was about to go to war with the army and had no time to write well.
However, this thing had a fixed way of writing, and it was difficult for non-scholars to understand it.
Besides Erlang, only Lingyue had studied in the family. However, Lingyue's reading was limited and had never learned cursive script, so she couldn't understand it.
"Such an important thing as the former Emperor's daily record can't be casually shown to others. I have to find a new one."
Xu Qi 'an thought for a while and found that there were very few scholars he knew. There was only one Chu Yuanzhen in the Heaven & Earth Society, but he had gone to war with the army.
In the family, only Erlang was a scholar, so it was impossible to count on Second Uncle and Aunt to translate for him.
In the yamen, Brother Chun, Ting Feng, and Guangxiao can be trusted, but their level of education is not on par with mine.
The scholars of Yunlu Academy can be trusted, but the four-hour journey back and forth is too long. Well, I'll let Li Miaozhen take me to the sky and fly there directly …
Huaiqing was too smart. She directly took out the former Emperor's daily record for her to translate, and she would definitely ask all sorts of questions.
Right, Lin 'an is good.
Although this girl is stupid, you can't underestimate her level of education. After all, she is a princess of the royal family, and basic skills like calligraphy are no problem.
Xu Qi 'an thought for a while and finally chose Lin' an.
He immediately took the thick stack of papers and stuffed them into his pocket. He rode the little mare and galloped to the night watchman's yamen.
After Erlang went to war, he couldn't disguise himself as Xu Erlang and use the official token of Shu Jishi to enter and leave the Imperial City freely. But it did not matter, his connections were still very wide.
The silver gong of the yamen could freely enter and leave the Imperial City, and patrolling the Imperial City had always been one of the duties of the silver gong.
Xu Qi 'an borrowed Brother Chun's waist token, put on his official uniform, and disguised himself as Li Yuchun. He rode on Brother Chun's horse and successfully entered the Imperial City.
… …
Lin 'an residence.
Xu Qi 'an imitated Brother Chun's demeanor and came to the residence's door, and said to the guard, "This official is Li Yuchun, Xu Qi' an's former superior, and at the same time best friend. I have a matter to seek an audience with Princess Lin 'an. "
The reason why he said that was to be able to smoothly see Lin 'an, otherwise Her Princess Highness would not be able to see just by using the silver gong.
No matter if it was the three words' Xu Qi 'an' or the silver gong itself, it was enough to make the guard at the door give him some face. There was no question, and only a 'wait a moment'.
He then hurriedly entered the residence to report.
Sure enough, hearing that it was Xu Qi 'an's best friend, Lin' an immediately summoned him and chose to meet him in the reception hall.
She had charming and affectionate peach blossom eyes, full of inner charm, which made people unconsciously think of the little queen of the nightclub. Sitting behind the big table, she put on a noble air that did not match her temperament, and said in a flat tone,
"Li Yinluo, why are you looking for me?"
"Lin 'an, it's me. It's not convenient to talk here. Let's go to a more secluded place." Xu Qi' an transmitted his voice.
The fake noble expression immediately collapsed, and her eyebrows and eyes uncontrollably overflowed with a smile, but she quickly held it back, looked at the palace maids, and ordered,
"I have something important to discuss with Li Yinluo. You are not allowed to disturb us."
In the study without palace maids and eunuchs, Lin 'an said in a surprised and whisper,
"Ah, why are you here? I was thinking that after Xu Cijiu went to battle, you can't disguise yourself as him to play with me."
It's very easy to come to play with you. Her Highness Huaiqing will help me … Xu Qi 'an walked to the desk and said,
"This time I come to see Your Highness for something important. Well, can Your Highness read cursive script? I have a cursive script here, and I want to ask Your Highness to read it to me. "
Hearing this, Lin 'an was overjoyed and nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Yes, yes!"
Finally, there was a chance to show her amazing talent in front of the dog servant.
Sure enough, even if she was a bad student, it was only relative. As a princess, how could she not have some knowledge … Xu Qi 'an stood by the table and happily took out the paper in his arms.
Suddenly, his expression froze, and his pupils suddenly froze.
On the desk, there was a book "Geomancy Map of Dragon Vein".
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