Outside the tall city walls, young men standing in the middle of the formation, dressed as scholars, stood out among the soldiers holding weapons and shields.

Anyone can gaze at him at a glance.

From such a distance, it is said that everyone on the city wall can't see Wang Lang's expression clearly, but the Lu family feels that Wang Lang is laughing.

Just like that day, he stood in the Lu family flower hall, neither arrogant nor humble, calm and arrogant, and sharp.

is obviously just a helpless reader, but he has the courage to hide from the world and fool everyone with one mouth.

is such a person, coaxing the Lu family up and down!

Master Lu San's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Old lady, you praised him for being excellent at that time!" ”

The old lady of the Lu family was on crutches, looked at Wang Lang's figure, and said, "If you are not outstanding, can you have such a result?" What a pity! Isn't that what my Lu family lacks? ”

He only saw Wang Lang once that day, but he liked it very much.

once lamented that this person was not his own son, but today he is even more emotional, Wang Lang is different from the Lu family, he did not choose Qiao Jing.

But what's so strange about that?

The hustle and bustle of the world is all for the sake of profit.

The Lu family's support for Qiao Jing is advantage, and only Qiao Jing's success can make the Lu family once and for all, instead of pinning hopes on the descendants of wizards who don't know when they will appear.

Wang Lang doesn't need to be like that, he is a genius himself, even if he has a father who commits crimes, he can also walk a green cloud road by himself.

The path he chose was much greater than betting on Qiao Jing, both in terms of victory and victory.

The old lady of the Lu family glanced at Qiao Mao, the Lu family had no way out, Qiao Jing was captured, and they could only turn to support Qiao Mao.

Even if you know that the end of the road is a cliff.

Master Lu San was blocked by the old lady, holding the city wall with both hands, and shouted at Wang Lang: "On that day, Chang'er's life was used to calculate fame and fortune, what is the price of us people today in your eyes?" Three-grade, second-grade? Or is it waiting for the uncle, once and for all? ”

Wang Lang raised his head, his dantian breath was insufficient, and his voice was not heavy, but it was quiet all around, and it spread word by word along with the wind.

"Third master, you said that the students read the sages in vain.

Students still say this today, and those who hold the sage book for a lifetime will not rebel.

Even if you can't read the famous sentences of the sages, you will not embark on this road if you read and chew the article that Lu Xijiu left in the Guozi Prison back then!

The Lu family's mansion has a collection of thousands of volumes, and it is really holding the book of sages, but have you really read it?

In terms of absurdity, I am inferior to you; When it comes to reading, you are far inferior to me! ”

The Lu family's scholarly fragrance has been passed down for a hundred years, even if it is difficult to get out of the Jinshi in recent years, the ancestors have also been beautiful.

At this time, he was scolded by Wang Lang for not being able to read, and he was scolded very hard and painfully.

It's like a knife that stabs straight into the heart.

But no one can say that Wang Lang was wrong.

Courtesy, righteousness, honesty, loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, the most obvious truth that scholars first understand, none of them exist in their hearts.

Qiao Mao on the city wall seemed to be saying something to the Lu family, Wang Lang couldn't hear it, and he didn't care, he only talked to the old lady of the Lu family.

"You worry about future generations, no matter how ridiculous they are, you have to find a way out," Wang Lang said, "Now that there is no way out of life, students think it's time to think about how to go to the dead end." Do you still want Lu Chang's soul to return to his hometown? ”

The old man of the Lu family shook.

When a smart person speaks, he hits the nail on the head.

Wang Lang has already laid out the conditions, and like the previous time, the exchange of interests was clearly broken, and it was bloodily spread in front of their Lu family, just to see if it should be.

He squinted at the glare of the sunlight, then laughed too, his old face wrinkled together.

In the next moment, he suddenly rushed forward, hugged Qiao Mao, who was already in chaos, and fell straight down the city wall with Qiao Mao amid the screams of the people around him.

That's his answer.

How could the elders of the Lu family not know what he meant, and knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

The strength of Xuzhou City was only the more than 100 people who escorted Qiao Mao back, and the rest of the officers and soldiers defending the city were all dispatched by the prefect.

The prefect understood that the general trend had gone, and he had received a lot of favors from the Lu family over the years, and at this time, he simply fulfilled the choice of the old lady of the Lu family, and immediately asked the officers and soldiers to restrain the guards and open the city gate.

The imperial court soldiers were stationed in Xuzhou City, and the last battle to recover Shu was bloodless.

Wang Lang entered the palace to look for Jiang Muyuan, and met Ji Tongzhi who was escorted out.

Ji Tongzhi was not angry, he was just helpless, and when he passed by, he shook his head at Wang Lang: "I was deceived by you from beginning to end." ”

Without taking a few steps, Wang Lang's voice came from behind, and Ji Tongzhi subconsciously paused.

"The students also told the truth."

Because Wang Lang had something to say, the soldiers did not immediately escort Ji Tongzhi away.

Wang Lang looked at Ji Tongzhi, who turned around, smiled faintly, and said, "I never wanted to persuade Qiao Jing to let go of his military power; I have been studying hard for more than ten years, and I don't want to be just a teacher. I have never deceived about these two things. ”

Ji Tongzhi sighed: "You did say it." ”

It's a pity that Qiao Jing and him didn't understand at that time.

Wang Lang found Jiang Muyuan in the lobby and arched his hand: "Little grandfather, today I made my own opinion." ”

Jiang Muyuan was writing a military newspaper, and when he heard the words, he said: "It doesn't matter, such a result, I have an explanation in front of the saint." ”

On that day, Wang Lang once told the old lady of the Lu family that if Qiao Jing was defeated, the Lu family would be wiped out, the ancestral tomb would not exist, and Lu Chang would have nowhere to bury him when he came back.

Today, he should go down to Lu Chang's soul to return to his hometown before the battle, that is, to tell the old lady of the Lu family that as long as Xuzhou City surrenders and the two armies do not fight, he will protect the ancestral tomb of the Lu family.

The general trend has gone, between the peace of the ancestors and the place for the descendants after death, the old lady decisively chose the latter.

Jiang Muyuan appreciated Wang Lang's quick decision.

Being able to recover Xuzhou City in half a day without bloodshed is much more important than digging Lu's grave.

The time, food, grass, and troops that have been preserved are all contributing to the battle against Dongyi.

It's just that in this matter, he rarely has to write an excerpt to the saint, he knows the saint's temper, and under such gains and losses, even if the saint is angry, he will not condemn himself.

Jiang Muyuan said again: "You wait to find Yuan Er, and he will arrange for you to go back to Baoning." ”

Wang Lang responded with a smile.

It's time for him to go back to Boryeong.

His family was waiting for him.

Coco Wang has been married, knowing that she is safe, there is no need to make any more arrangements, he needs to settle Mrs. Wang and Jin Anya, and then pack his bags and join the military camp.

Wang Lang had already thought about it, even if the saint was gracious, he didn't plan to take the imperial examination.

He will devote himself to the front of the Suning Bo Formation, go to Jiangnan with the army, and continue to be proficient in dispatching operations.

In Baoning City, Mrs. Wang, who waited for Wang Lang to return, hugged her son and cried silently.

Her son is her pride, and she believes in him, and there is nothing wrong with her faith.