So the barracks became strange for the next few days.

On weekdays, he loves to shout and kill, and he wants to cut off people's heads at every turn; General MacGinnon with only women in his head; General Utuk, who greets his father and mother as soon as he opens his mouth on weekdays; General Hadir, who was covered with flesh and beard...... These people, who are the most arrogant, rude, and domineering in the barracks on weekdays, have been reading the "Book of Songs" there with a copy of "The Book of Songs" for the past few days, and they have not forgotten to change to the "Central Plains Poetry Journal" after reading the "Book of Songs".

From time to time, they still have to test the verses in it, and if they are not right, they will be ridiculed by the generals in turn. Ordinary soldiers were confused for a while, but when they looked at the sky, they saw that the sun was still rising in the east as always. The world hasn't changed, has it? Could it be that my neighbors slept too much and had hallucinations in front of me? Their faces were full of question marks, but they didn't know where to start.

Zanha, who knew what was wrong with all this, sighed helplessly, he was powerless, so let them go!

It's just that Zanna didn't know what was going on, and when she saw the mysterious looks of the generals, she refused to tell her, only telling her that it was the "secret book" that the king came up with.

Zaanna rushed into Zaha's camp in a fit of rage, but Zaha, as the only one among the generals who could understand, was also helpless, and only said: "Confused! All of them are confused! ”

Seeing that she couldn't find an answer in Zanha, Zaanna felt that this matter was not simple, and those ordinary bosses didn't know that they were hurting that tendon in their brains. On weekdays, it is extremely difficult for them to write a letter, and this is what kind of crooked wind is smoking.

At first, it was just a few generals headed by the generals, and then it was the general's own soldiers, and then the soldiers of the entire barracks who were illiterate and illiterate would have the sentence "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island, fair lady, gentleman is good".

When Zhehyuk saw his "masterpiece", he was very satisfied, and naturally thought that it would not be long before the problem would be solved. He said that the Central Plains, any new champions and old champions, will soon all fall under the command of his Xirong soldiers.

This strange phenomenon appeared in the barracks for a total of seven days, and soon it was time for Zhehe to accept their results.

Seven days later, a group of people gathered again in the main tent, only this time the battle was bigger than the last time. This time, there was no shortage of "elites" selected by the generals from their own barracks.

A group of big people gathered here to "make suggestions" for Zhehe's great cause of poetry.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and order someone to grind ink! Write down all these poems that we have spoken of today for the king to take a good look at! ”

"My lord, with the poems we have read these days, it must have surprised the queen by saying them."

A few people are quite complacent, and they must have gained a lot in the past few days.

Zhehyuk ordered someone to come in and lay out the paper and ink, signaling that they could begin. These people don't talk much, and they give Zhehe an idea when they go directly to the topic.

"The king, if you see the queen next time, you can say 'Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup, and the wind in the water hall is fragrant'. Look how much this is written...... Many...... How nice! ”

"You're not good, you're not good, you look at what I wrote, 'The people on the edge are like the moon, and the frost and snow on the wrists' is not a hundred times stronger than yours!"

"Hey! I can have more words than yours, and it sounds better than yours! ”

"Hey, I said MacGynon, this Central Plains poem is not like you look at the number of words, what do you look at...... What...... Right! Artistic conception! What you want to see is the artistic conception! ”

"I'm no worse than yours anyway! You've never seen a woman hair, don't you know what beauty is? ”

"Good Macgnon! You see I don't ...... today."

The two were about to fight, but Zhehyuk stroked his forehead helplessly and asked himself: Is this method feasible......

A group of big bosses and coarse people argued in the barracks all morning and didn't argue about a three-seven-twenty-one, but no one was convinced, and they were going to jump up and fight, Zhehe slapped the table helplessly, signaling for them all to retreat.

Several people scrambled to blow their beards and stare at each other, and estimated that the main account would go to a "male and female".

Zhehyuk picked up the paper full of poems written on the side, and looked at it for a long time without seeing a thought. He sighed, thinking that he could only count on himself.

The first queen is a native of the Central Plains, and she has taught Zhehe to read and write, but in the end, the first queen is from a Huansha girl, and her knowledge is also limited, but she has followed the young lady of the main family into the school and roughly recognizes a few big characters, and there are not too many people who can teach Zhehe. Fortunately, the people of the Central Plains have always paid attention to etiquette and education, and the queen wasted her strength to go to the Central Plains to invite Mr. Wei to teach Zhehe to read and write.

The old king of Xirong, like all the people in Xijon, thought that reading and writing was not as good as riding a horse and archery, but he only let Zhehe go to study because of the first queen. And Zhehe also doesn't like to read, there was a queen who forced him to learn a little bit before, since the first queen went to Xianxian, he had to be busy retaking Xirong, and the books he read before had already been read in the dog's stomach.

He thought that he himself was so unwilling to study, and it was not easy for these big men in the military camp to recognize these words, and he was afraid that they would drive them crazy along with them. Thinking of the current situation in the barracks these days, he sighed. He retracted his previous words, what are these so-called literati and ink artists doing with such complicated things.

So he personally picked up the "Central Plains Poetry Magazine" and decided to live and die with that poetry and song! He didn't believe it, he Zhehe had fought so many battles, he was not afraid of the rain of guns and arrows, this little poetry magazine was nothing to him! And so the strange phenomena in the barracks increased, and their great King Sijon was shut up in the main tent these days, and he did not even go to the contests in the barracks. The people in the barracks talked about it, and this evil spirit also stained the king's head. Could it be that this is actually what kind of martial arts training? The crowd was puzzled.

These days, Zhehyuk stayed in the barracks and tasted the taste of hard study. Another three days passed, and Zhehe finally read the famous "Central Plains Poetry Magazine" in the Central Plains. After reading this, he only felt dizzy, as if he had returned to the time when the queen forced him to study. However, after reading this, he felt that he was simply the same as everyone in the literary world, and he once again retracted his previous words, just poetry magazines, and the literati and ink writers of the Central Plains are nothing more than that!

So, he confidently left the barracks and decided to go to Jun Juan to show his hand.

Confidently, he mounted his fast horse and galloped towards the palace.