While he was talking, a team of Ming cavalry who came to meet finally arrived, and Liu Qilin was worried about Liu Xulei's safety, so he sent reinforcements in time.

With the addition of these people, the battlefield was quickly cleaned up, and Feng Suqin ordered his men to hand over all the captured boats and people to the Ming army, and the group rode back to the city along the river bank.

When they reached the vicinity of Yaohu Lake, they encountered several patrols and cavalry of the Ming army, the remnants of the enemy in the city had been cleared, but there were still a lot of Tartar routs hidden in the four townships outside the city, in order to prevent them from mutilating the people, Liu Qilin sent people to wander around, searching for the remnants of the enemy to deal with the aftermath.

At the same time, the flintlock pismen on the east bank of the Fuhe River who were escorting the captives had also sent someone to pick them up and return to the city, and the battle situation on Baiying's side in the south of the city was also investigated by sentry.

"This kid is quite organized in handling things, and he is a general who leads the troops." Liu Xulei secretly praised in his heart.

Turning his head to look at the heroic Feng Suqin beside him, Liu Xulei couldn't help but sigh if he was old.

These are not yet twenty years old, and the fledgling young man, if he is placed in the next generation, is at most just a young college student, and maybe even a middle school student who has not dried up and often lies to his mother.

But in this turbulent and turbulent difficult and troubled era, they have all led the army alone early, swayed into battle with the enemy, and even commanded the country and scolded Fang Xuan.

"Since ancient times, heroes have been born in troubled times, young talents, and there is no shortage in any era!" Liu Xulei sighed secretly.

At this moment, he has forgotten that in fact, he himself is only twenty-five years old, but after experiencing so much, he has already had a sense of going through vicissitudes of life.

When he walked outside the north gate, the Tengwang Pavilion standing high on the riverside in the west of the city had already come into view, Feng Suqin pointed over there, hesitated and said, "Brother Liu, I want to ...... Check it out there. ”

Liu Xulei glanced at the tall building, looked up at the sky, there was still a while before it was dark, and the sunset was full of colorful colors, so he replied casually:

"Okay, let's go check it out."

Although he is a native of Guangxi, he has been to Nanchang many times in later generations for business and private reasons, and he has also been on the Tengwang Pavilion in ancient and modern times, and has experienced the sentence of the early Tang Dynasty poet Wang Bo many times, "Luoxia and lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky." The deep artistic conception of the "deep artistic conception".

But the dilapidated city in front of him is not the same channel as the bustling city he has seen in later generations, and this gray and lonely Tengwang Pavilion is also different from the splendid magnificent building that he has seen in later generations, so he looks a little alive from a distance, and he just wants to look at it again.

Let the soldiers go back to the city first, find Liu Qilin to arrange a camp, the two only brought a few entourages, and then went around the river to the west of the city, and hurriedly came to the bank of the Gan River.

As soon as he arrived, Liu Xulei immediately discovered the reason for his eyes.

The Tengwang Pavilion in front of him is far from the magnificent one rebuilt by later generations, not only the height is much lower, but the pavilions and pavilions attached to the north and south sides, such as the Jiuqu Wind and Rain Bridge, are far from being as large and exquisite as those of later generations.

He remembered very clearly that the Tengwang Pavilion in the later generations was more than fifty meters high, but the one in front of him, even if the wide base was counted, was clearly less than thirty meters high, almost half shorter.

The only thing that faintly feels the same is that at the top of the pavilion, the gold plaque of Su Dongpo's handwritten "Tengwang Pavilion" hangs high, yes, the handwriting is the same.

Tengwang Pavilion, and Hubei Yellow Crane Tower, Hunan Yueyang Tower, and called the three famous buildings in the south of the Yangtze River, was built in Tang Yonghui four years, because the younger brother of Tang Taizong, Teng Wang Li Yuanying was built and named, and because of Wang Bo's "Tengwang Pavilion Preface" and the reputation of the world, the text is named after the pavilion, the pavilion is passed on by the text, after thousands of years of vicissitudes and the future generations...... Brother Liu, let's go up and have a look, shall we? ”

Just when Liu Xulei was in a daze, Feng Suqin's beautiful voice came to his ears, this goblin, in a blink of an eye, turned into a literary young woman again.

And when she is so gentle and a little weak, she is the most charming goblin, especially the voice, which is really pleasing to the ear.

"Uh...... Feng Ying...... Miss, have you been? ”

"Where have you been?"

Feng Suqin chuckled, "It's because I haven't been here before, so I can't wait to go up and have a look." ”

"Oh, Miss Feng is really ...... Well-read, I know so much. ”

"Where, it's just mentioned in a lot of books, and I've heard Mr. talk about it, so I've always been fascinated by ......"

I see, it is said that the ancients liked to climb the wind and attach elegance, and it is true!

While speaking, a group of several people climbed the stairs and strolled up the pedestal, and the main pavilion, which was nearly five zhang high, stood on the wide pedestal.

This building has been destroyed several times after several wars, the previous dynasty was rebuilt and destroyed, this one in front of you is the first emperor Shizong Jiajing period to rebuild...... The authentic works of the Dongpo monks are still there. Feng Suqin looked up at the golden plaque on the roof of the building and said eloquently.

"Oh, I see." Liu Xulei said suddenly, no wonder, this building always looks like it has a very strong Ming and Qing style.

Entering the main pavilion, everyone ascends to the top, the outside of this building looks only three floors with a corridor, in fact, there are seven floors inside, using the format of "light three dark seven", but the seventh floor is the spire floor, people can't go up.

Coming to the sixth floor of the corridor, it is the highest place, looking at it, Liu Xulei felt the benefits of no high-rise buildings in ancient times, and near the city wall, the style of a big city in the Ming Dynasty is in full view.

Although the Nanchang city in front of you is slightly withered, several buildings have been destroyed, many places are still smoking, and the slums outside the city are only left with rubble and broken walls, but the whole is quite complete, those winding streets in the center of the city, and the scattered dwellings still show the delicacy and elegance of the ancient city in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Which of those white-walled and tiled deep mansion compounds is King Ning's Mansion?" Feng Suqin stretched out his jade finger and asked.

"This ...... I don't know very well, the largest one, with a back garden, should be it, and the other ones should be the government secretary's yamen and government office. ”

Liu Xulei said with a wry smile, but in his heart he was secretly scolding his mother, sucking up the people's fat and ointment, and using the strength of the whole people to build such a luxurious mansion, and the people who desperately supported them could only live in a simple shack to survive.

This is the national condition of this era......

Turn to the river and look into the distance...... In later generations, the city buildings have spread to the other side of the Gan River, and now, everything is still pristine.

At the foot, the Ganjiang River and the Fuhe River converge in the vast and mighty way, and the sky is thousands of miles away in the distance, and the Meiling Mountains in the West Mountain are verdant...... Closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths of the damp air with a hint of sweetness, Liu Xulei's mood finally relaxed.

In this era, the only thing that will win the future generations is this fresh air, right?

"There is a falling sun but no lonely birds, and there is a long sky but no autumn water...... Isn't it the right time? ”

Beside him, a soft sigh of the girl was heard again.

Looking at the shadow that was looking into the distance, Liu Xulei was speechless for a while.

Girl, it's actually hard to live up to the fame, understand this sentence?

Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky, and the meaning is good, that kind of scene, which everyone can be fortunate to meet.

The reason why the classic golden sentence has become eternal is precisely because the poet's romantic feelings are too realistic, but it has lost that ethereal artistic conception that makes people think about it, right?

Of course, Liu Xulei's trace of contempt is something he doesn't dare to say, girls, they are all sentimental, Feng Suqin's mood at the moment, what she is thinking, he doesn't dare to speculate.

What's more, the beautiful girl in front of him, he is not qualified to comment, in front of her, there are some words that cannot be said nonsense, and some thoughts cannot be thought about.

Because she is the boss's savior, it is his duty to spoil her and respect her.

(End of chapter)