Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Writer's Landing

After a short silence, the Xunyang building was already boiling.

"The Story of Xunyang Tower", which was born from "The Story of Yueyang Tower", deservedly became the leader of the Wenhui under the attention of the people. Although it is said that there is no first in the text, there is no second in the martial arts, and this theory does not hold true at this time.

Some of those who have already finished writing articles have silently hid them, or they have asked for them back from others. If you haven't finished writing, crumple the paper into a ball, or tear it off.

Xie Yanbao looked at the "transcript" he made with great interest, and the more he looked at it, the more intoxicated he became, and said with emotion: "It is difficult to write such words in this life." Then he came to his senses, the envoy was still by his side, and this article was actually from the hand of a military general, and from then on, the people in the world were afraid that they would have to bow their heads for three points.

"Sir, please bow to the late birth. This article is profound, ambitious and noble, and cannot be matched by non-benevolent people, Xie is shocked by heaven, immersed in it and can't extricate himself, please forgive me. ”

Xie Yanbao's seven-point real and three-point false expression and sycophant shocked the landing: Is this article so good? Could it be that Xie Tingshi is too thick-skinned and wants to take this opportunity to stammer?

Fan Ruoshui soon appeared: "It turns out that the envoy is talented, both civil and military, no wonder Fang Cai is fearless." With this article, the name of the adult will be famous through the ages and admired by future generations. Fang is Shuqing Meng Lang, Guan Gong played with a big knife in front of him, and he laughed and laughed. ”

The three of them became tigers, and after landing to deal with it for a while, a wave of heat from head to toe invaded his whole body, and the eyes he looked at Zhen Feng were wrong, but fortunately, Zhen Feng was very indifferent, and reminded him after a smile: "Someone is looking for you again." ”

But soon there was a voice in Xunyang Building: Landing cheating, it must have been written by someone in advance, otherwise he hadn't been here in the spring, summer and autumn.

With the first question, there will be a second, and more and more people have come to their senses, they didn't see the landing site essay just now, could it be just to cheat?

Even the landing himself wanted to admit that the article was not made by himself, but it was difficult to ride a tiger.

Xunyang Tower in the afterglow of the sunset is full of strange light. Light and darkness alternate, and gloom envelops the restaurant.

Just when the crowd was out of control, there was an argument downstairs, and someone wanted to break into the building, but was stopped by the Jiangzhou Mansion official who was guarding the gate and brought up.

kept saying that it was the entourage of the envoy, and it was verified by the landing that this was indeed the case, and this person was Jiang Linxian. After Jiang Linxian got rid of the entanglement of the errand servants, he whispered a few words in Zhen Feng's ear.

Zhen Feng nodded, seeing Jiang Linxian's arrival, he suddenly had an idea, so he motioned to the landing that was provoked by the plagiarized article: "Leave it to me." ”

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet!"

With the assistance of Xie Yanbao and the government officials, the restaurant was quiet.

"General Deng has a noble temperament and disdains to respond to those questions, so I will ask him a question, dare to ask today, who can write such a magnificent article that worries the country and the people? As long as you dare to speak, we dare to take it. ”

Zhen Feng looked at everyone domineeringly, and continued: "In the past, the prince Andeng Tengwang Pavilion wrote the "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion" and the poem, and General Fang Caideng climbed the Xunyang Tower to make the "Xunyang Tower" and wrote the words. ”

When Xie Yanbao heard this, he hurriedly ran to the front of the case, picked up the pen and wanted to record it at any time. I only heard Zhen Feng read: "The word says: Linjiang Immortal." The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

After Zhen Feng finished reading, he was silent for a while before asking, "Does anyone still want to question that this poem is also plagiarized or asked someone to do it?" If not, we'll go. ”

No one dared to speak anymore. This song is completely different from the current popular style of words. The momentum is majestic, generous and tragic, and you will feel the charm and reverberation when you listen to it. It writes about the rise and fall of history and the ups and downs of life, but it also creates an indifferent and quiet artistic conception and profound philosophy.

This heroism, like the momentum in the article, is more credible from the hands of a general than from the hands of these flowery poets. landed, and since then has become a rising literary star in the Tang Kingdom.

The landing took people away, and the Xunyang Wenhui seemed to fall from the climax to the trough all of a sudden, and no one was willing to write it anymore, they were all discussing or evaluating the word of the article.

In front of the screen on the fourth floor of Xunyang Building, Fan Ruoshui stood there, waiting helplessly. I only heard the woman inside say lightly: "Whether it is positive or negative, following or questioning, it didn't even make the landing body ruined, and let him pass another level." This man will one day become a fierce enemy. ”

After a while, there was a soft chant from inside: "The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes." Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red ...... a few times"

As night fell, Xunyang Tower gradually returned to its former calm, and Fan Ruoshui, who had left, returned.

Fan Ruoshui looked flustered, looked around, and saw that there were no outsiders, so he swallowed hard and said, "Noble, something happened." ”

"Fan Tuiguan is not in a hurry, come slowly."

"Nobleman, the lower officials can't help but be in a hurry! The officials spent more than half a month on the Chengbei River to set up water level monitoring weights and measures, water surface buoys, as well as objects to measure the river flow rate and hydrological maps, and small boats for fishing cover, all of which were destroyed or disappeared. The lower officials checked that there was no problem in the morning, but just a literary meeting was ruined. It must have been discovered. ”

"Since you suspect someone is deliberately destroying it, why don't you just be arrested? It means that things are not at worst, and maybe someone is just hinting at something. And don't panic. ”

Fan Ruoshui remembered that the handsome man who was the envoy of the Qin envoy at the Wenhui had inadvertently asked him if he was often fishing by the river, and said with palpitations: "Nobleman, do you think it will be the landing group?" They had never had a problem before they entered the city, and even the Fenghua army had never seen the clues, but as soon as they came, something like this happened. ”

The woman behind the screen was silent, and through the screen she could hear the sound of gnashing her teeth, and she could see something burning in the candlelight.

"Jiangzhou is an important town in the north of the Tang Kingdom, and it is understandable that you want to find a breakthrough. It's just that now that there is a possibility of exposure, whether it is hinting at you or warning you, it will be put aside for the time being. In any case, Jiang Ning is the core. ”

The woman's voice softened: "I just received an invitation from the little elder of Qingliang Temple. He was on his way to the Donglin Temple in Lushan, and in eleven days it would be Amitabha Buddha's Christmas Day, and the day after tomorrow there would be a Dharma propagation conference, and the little elder also invited the Qin delegation to go. In this case, I am a woman and I will not go to join in the fun, and the matter of the Qin Mission will come to an end, and the matter of Jiangning is the most important. ”

Fan Ruoshui understood, the mission he had just received for a day was terminated, no matter if the enemy was too strong or his strategy had changed, he didn't have to worry about it anymore.