"What kind of poem is that? Looks like me? Wan Linggen asked curiously.

Li Qingzhao cleared his throat and whispered:

"No one swept the blood of the Yuhuan demon, and Yuyang Ma hated Chang'an grass.

The battle bones of Tongguan are higher than the mountains, and the king of Shu is old.

Jin Ge Iron Horse came from the west, and Guo Gong was a hero.

Raise the flag for the wind and rain for the rain, and sprinkle and sweep the nine temples without dust.

Yuan Gong is famous and who is disciplined, and the elegance does not follow the death of people.

The star fighting text in the chest of the water department, the dragon character written by the Taishi.

Heaven sent two sons to pass on the future, and the high mountains and cliffs were grinding.

Whoever carries this monument into my room, makes my eyes open at the sight of it.

A hundred years of waste and sighing, at that time the number of children are now safe.

You don't see, the desolate muddy water is abandoned and not collected, and there are visitors who sell monuments from time to time. ”

Wan Linggen listened carefully, and for a moment he was a little distracted.

Li Qingzhao's soft voice sounded faintly: "In the Anshi Rebellion back then, An Lushan raised troops from Yuyang and went straight to Chang'an. Tang Xuanzong gave Yang Yuhuan to death, avoided Shuzhong for thousands of miles, and died depressed. There is a fierce general Guo Ziyi in the front, Yuan Jie in the back, and Yan Zhenqing, two generals, who responded to every call, forgot about life and death, turned the tide, and finally calmed the world. She looked at him with tenderness in her eyes, "How similar is the situation today to back then, and didn't you come from the sky to take on the responsibility of pacifying the world?" ”

Wan Linggen smiled bitterly: "Sister, I don't know where tomorrow is, how can I be as powerful as you say?" ”

Li Qingzhao smiled euphemistically: "In the past, maybe you didn't know tomorrow, but now it's different, not only the people around you, but also the entire people of Kaifeng, all of whom regard you as a god, and your tomorrow is their hope!" ”

Wan Linggen looked as if she was about to melt, "Sister, I'm ...... May I? ”

Li Qingzhao showed a charming smile and said: "Who didn't know Guo Ziyi, Yuan Jie, Yan Zhenqing back then, and today, I'm afraid everyone doesn't know your name as the god of thunder, if you don't do it, there will be no revival of my Han family." ”

Wan Linggen only felt that his heart was very empty, but he had no other words, so he had to smile bitterly, "Sister, but I am just a mortal after all!" ”

Li Qingzhao said softly, "What you said is not right, you are not only in my eyes, I am afraid that in the hearts of King Kang and even the two saints, you are also a true god, not a human being, so ...... You have no choice. ”

Wan Linggen sighed and said: "I can only do my best, whether I can really be as martial as you say, then it can only depend on God." He looked into her eyes and asked, "Sister, if one day, I say yes if, I leave here, would you like to come with me?" ”

Li Qingzhao pursed his lips and smiled: "Of course I do, if I can bring my books with me, it will be even better." ”

"Huh?" Wan Linggen looked at the books piled up all over the floor, and couldn't help but feel a little big.

Li Qingzhao suddenly looked grieved, and sighed softly: "Originally, there were still many precious classics, all of which were lost in Jiangnan, and I am afraid that there will be no chance to get them back in this life." ”

Seeing her lonely expression, Wan Linggen smiled and comforted: "Sister, didn't you say that I can call the wind and rain?" When the time comes, I'll cast a little spell to help you turn those treasures back, okay? ”

Li Qingzhao was overjoyed when he heard this: "Really? Would you really like to help me get them back? ”

Wan Linggen nodded solemnly, Li Qingzhao was overjoyed, and his eyebrows were full of expectation and satisfaction.

The two chatted for a while, and saw that the sun was shining, and a golden light came in from the window, Li Qingzhao said: "It's not early, aren't you going to King Kang's dinner?" You go and get ready, and I'll clean it up too. ”

Wan Ling still wanted to say a few more words to her, but after listening to her words, he realized that time was really flying, so he had to get up and say goodbye to her, and returned to his residence, only to find Yang Zizai waiting there.

"Brother Wan is full of energy, he must have a good relationship with the Li family, right?" Yang Zizi laughed.

Wan Linggen proudly took out the song "Thunder God Fu", handed it to Yang Zizai and said, "Brother Yang, this is made for me by everyone Li, can you see how it is done?" ”

Yang Zizai took it and looked at it carefully, and sighed: "Sure enough, it is everyone's handwriting, it is extraordinary." However, you must not stay with this poem. ”

Wan Linggen said strangely: "What's wrong?" Is there something wrong? ”

Yang Zizai smiled bitterly and said: "Everyone Li has a special affection for his brother, and he naturally speaks sincerely, without scruples, but if this poem falls into the hands of someone with a heart, it will cause endless rights and wrongs to you, brother." ”

Wan Linggen took the poem and read it again, and asked puzzledly, "Except for some exaggeration, there is nothing wrong with it?" ”

Yang Zizai said solemnly: "Brother, have you ever thought about how those people would feel if they saw this poem?" He pointed upwards as he spoke.

Wan Linggen shook his head when he landed, he didn't expect this layer, and immediately came to his senses, "I'll go and return it to her!" As he spoke, he was about to walk out, but was pulled by Yang Zizai, "No one can give it, just burn it." ”

Wan Linggen thinks about it, but after all, this is what someone painstakingly made for him, and it would be a pity to burn it. He was hesitating, and Yang Zizai said: "Brother don't hesitate, I believe that everyone Li will not have any objections." There are some things that we know on it, and there is no need to stay on paper and become a handle. ”

Wan Linggen nodded, took the fire fold, burned the two pages, and smiled at Yang Zizi.

The two sat down again, Wan Linggen told Yang Zizai about the meeting with King Kang Zhao Gou, Yang Zizai listened and high-fived and praised: "Brother Wan is really a young man, this is the idea of taking Tianfu as the capital and Lin'an as the capital is extremely wonderful." If my expectations are correct, once King Kang declares the world to ascend the throne as emperor, the Jin people will definitely send troops to fight again, Ying Tianfu will not be able to sit still anyway, and it will be much better to move south when the time comes. ”

Wan Linggen admired this Yang Zizi more and more, he was not only knowledgeable, but his analysis of current affairs was even more penetrating and to the point.

"Brother Yang, King Kang has a banquet tonight, how about you go with me?" Wan Linggen suddenly remembered this and asked.

Yang Zizi shook his head, "Never! ”

Wan Linggen looked at him suspiciously, and Yang Zizi said: "No, not only can't I show up, but all the officials from Zhengzhou can't show up." Now they and their families all live in the marshal's mansion, tonight when the elder brother went to the banquet, find an opportunity to say to King Kang, Zhengzhou officials can not adapt to the times, there is a failure to perform their duties, and you need a large number of personnel to keep Kaifeng alone, King Kang will dismiss all of us, transfer to your account to listen to use, in that way, we are all happy situation, otherwise it will cause right and wrong, even if King Kang does not care, other officials in the court will not agree. ”