Chapter 222 I hope that the people will be full of warmth, and they will work hard to get out of the mountains and forests

The rooster announced, and a loud voice pierced the darkness and tore the dawn.

Jiang Han, Chu Jiangyue, Shaohui County Lord, Qiqi, Huang Rong and others got into the carriage and embarked on the road back to Beijing in the quiet morning.

Because Zhou Hu was recuperating from his injuries in Shanzhou City, it was Chen Liang who was responsible for escorting Jiang Han and the others back to Beijing at this time, as well as two thousand Shenwu troops.

After seeing the Jingzhou alchemy case and the slaughter of the city by the Blackwater Army, a shadow lingered in everyone's hearts.

Everyone knows that Jiang Han's return to Beijing this time is extremely likely to be killed.

Because he not only usurped the imperial power and executed all the main culprits in Jingzhou, but also ordered the shooting of 50,000 Heishui troops.

You must know that trespassing is a big crime, and it is a person who was killed under the obstruction of the officials of the three divisions.

It is conceivable that when the news reaches back to Kyoto, how many people will take advantage of this time to kill Jiang Han.

The bell on the horse shook, and the melodious bell echoed in the streets and alleys like the Qingming Riverside map, but the sky was just dawning, and there was a feeling of three points of coldness.

The cars were moving and moving, crushing the remnants of snow and the morning light on the road, and through the windows, you could see a curtain of waning moon.

"I've returned to Kyoto...... Where should I go from here? ”

Jiang Han was both a little melancholy and a little dazed.

He didn't know what kind of fate he would have after returning to Beijing, whether he would be killed by the emperor, or he would be offset by merit and demerits and escape.

Although he has stepped into the seventh grade of Confucianism and Taoism, how should he step into the sixth grade of Confucianism and Taoism?

"Brother Jiang Han, everything will be fine!" The little girl Qiqi comforted at this moment.

The little girl was wearing a big black robe, covering her weak body, a round face with baby fat was so pink that she could almost pinch out the water, and a pair of big Kazlan eyes were round and full of aura.

Lord Shaohui also said: "No matter what, we have solved this big case, the court will not do anything to us, if something really happens, I will let Li Xuanjun save you." ”

Jiang Han smiled slightly and said, "I know, with my father here, I will be fine." ”

After a short time, the carriage left Jingzhou City, and the waning moon outside the window slowly set down the western mountains, and the breeze sent the morning light to the clouds.

At this moment, Chen Liang, who was acting as a groom, suddenly said: "Childe, something is wrong outside!" ”

"Huh? What's going on? ”

Could it be that Hu Huaiyi won't let me leave?

Jiang Han was slightly stunned, opened the door curtain, and saw that the road outside the city gate was full of people at some point, and the people greeted each other with expressions of gratitude, excitement, and reverence on their faces.

It turned out that the people had stopped the carriage.

And after the carriage stopped, an old man led a child up, bowed down, and said loudly: "Lord Jiang, it's a long way to Kyoto, we have made some food, come and send each other off!" ”

After Lao Suo spoke, more people knelt down to Jiang Han and bowed down, with a look of gratitude and reverence on their faces, and they opened their mouths one after another.

"We're here to thank Lord Jiang!"

"Master Jiang, thank you for saving us, the untouchables have nothing to repay but to make some food and come to send it off."

"Master Jiang, when you have time in the future, you must come back to Jingzhou City and Guo County to have a look."

It was already November weather, and there was still snow on the ground, and the winter wind was steep, but the people were still kneeling on the ground in thin clothes, expressing their sincerest gratitude.

Jiang Han hurriedly got out of the carriage and looked around at the people, only to feel that his nose was sour and tears filled his eyes.

Originally, he thought that adults would not cry, but at this moment he couldn't help crying.

Jiang Han knelt down and arched his hand: "How can Jiang Han receive such a great gift from you?" Please hurry up. ”

"Master Jiang, although we haven't read a book, we also know the truth that the grace of a drop of water will repay the spring, not to mention that you are so gracious."

"Master Jiang, it's better to stay in Jingzhou for a few more days, let me wait and thank you more."

"Lord Jiang is the pillar of Great Xia, the young phoenix in the world, and he will definitely soar in the sky in the future, how can he delay here?"

"We are willing to set up a longevity card for Lord Jiang, and pray for happiness and longevity for Lord Jiang day and night."

Those people opened their mouths one after another, and took out some food they made and gave it to Jiang Han, and some of them saw that they couldn't squeeze it, so they gave it to the Shenwu army escorting Jiang Han.

Jiang Han looked at such a scene, his mood was agitated, and he said: "Everyone, Jiang Han is leaving, thank you for sending him a ride, Jiang Han can't repay it, so he will compose a poem here, not only to tell you, but also to express the ambition of this life." ”

After that, he looked around and saw a long piece of bluestone next to him, and immediately walked to the side of the bluestone, took out the killing pen, ran his talent, and carved words on the bluestone.

Seeing that Jiang Han was going to compose a poem to send to the people of Jingzhou, the county lord of Shaohui, Huang Rong, Qiqi and others were extremely curious.

They all knew that Jiang Han was known as the "Great Xia Poet", and none of the poems he wrote were mediocre, and they couldn't help but wonder what poems Jiang Han wanted to compose.

Qi gathers and kills the pen, and easily drops three words on it.

【Wing Coal】

Maybe it's because I've practiced the characters, or maybe it's because of the excitement at this time, Jiang Han's penmanship has improved a lot compared to before, and the strokes are magnificent and majestic, which makes people's eyes shine.

With the wave of the killing pen, the first and second lines of poems also slowly appeared on the bluestone.

[Chisel through the chaos to get black gold, and store the deepest yang and meaning. 】

Lord Shaohui and Chen Liang couldn't understand it, but Chu Jiangyue nodded slightly, these two sentences were written about the situation when the coal was excavated, and it was magnificent, as if there was a hot breath coming to the face.

[The explosion ignites the rejuvenation of the vast vast, and the flood furnace shines through the night. 】

Subsequently, Jiang Han wrote down the jaw couplet again, and when these two sentences fell, there seemed to be a fire shining on the bluestone.

Student Huang Rong couldn't help but be surprised: "Confucianism and Taoism vision! ”

Just after writing the first couplet and the jaw couplet, there was a vision of Confucianism and Taoism, and Jiang Han's poem is extraordinary.

[Ding Yi Yuan relies on the power of generation, and the iron and stone still exist after death. 】

Writing down the neck couplet, the light on the bluestone was even more intense, and it almost drowned Jiang Han, but Jiang Han didn't seem to be affected.

"If this poem is completed, I am afraid that it will not be lower than Wenzhou...... But why did Jiang Han write about coal ash? Is it to show his determination through coal? But what does it have to do with ambition? Huang Rong not only secretly said in his heart, could it be that Jiang Han was off topic? No, it's absolutely impossible to digress!

[I hope that the people are full of warmth and work hard to get out of the mountains and forests. 】

At this moment, Jiang Han dropped the last two sentences, and as the tail couplet fell, the words on the bluestone actually refracted golden light, surging in all directions, enveloping everyone in the middle.

The people were thinly dressed, and they were shivering in the cold wind, but at this time, they felt unprecedented warmth, and it was Jiang Han who exuded warmth.

At this moment, he seems to have turned into a piece of coal, and the strong wind in the cold winter warms all the people.

As the poem says.

I hope that the people will be full of warmth and work hard to get out of the mountains and forests.