When he arrived at the pre-agreed meeting place, Xie Zhao smiled and groaned and gave the freshly baked pages of his freshly baked words to the many noble young people and girls from the nine high castes present to circulate them.

In the Western Xinjiang Dynasty, writing has been a very noble existence since ancient times, and it is also the most direct superficial difference between high-caste nobles and low-caste commoners.

Among the nine high-caste nobles in Western Xinjiang, who pride themselves on their noble status and are descendants of the gods, men, women, and children, they are all proud of their ability to read and hyphenate, and they also regard things related to words and poems as noble and elegant.

Xie Zhao's safari poems written in Western Xinjiang script were instantly circulated by the aristocratic young men and women present.

These poems are as popular as Xie Zhao expected.

Because these aristocratic teenagers and girls in Western Xinjiang are also very curious, it is rumored that the Southern Dynasty, which has the most Chinese style in the four realms of the world, will give birth to what kind of graceful poems will be born.

A noble girl from the Turga clan, relying on her status as the third of the nine highest castes, was the first to get one of the pages.

The page she got happened to be three poems in the style of the Southern Dynasties, but they were also translated and engraved in Western Xinjiang.

At the age of sixteen, Turga Dayi was born into the Turga clan, and she was the cousin of the sixth prince, Su Yin, whose father was the head of the Turga clan and the grandson of Turga.

She was also the young lady who had been politely rejected by the Turga lord who wanted to marry the Illo clan.

At this time, Turgadayi looked down at a few poems on the page in his hand, and read a few of them softly-

"Don't be afraid of frost and snow, I'm the youngest in the world"

"You need to know that the young Qingyunzhi was once the first-rate in the world."

"At that time, I was young and threw spring, and the flowers and horses stepped on the hooves and the wine splashed incense"

Turgada muttered the most wonderful sentences, and the next moment he was immediately amazed:

"Xie Yilu, even if these poems of yours are translated into Western Xinjiang languages, it is still difficult to hide the youthful spirit and surging vitality of Fang Xuan, each of which is a good poem of the top class!"

She whispered wistfully:

I really can't imagine it, if only I could recognize the words of the Southern Dynasty, if this poem is read and appreciated in the original text of the Southern Dynasty, I am afraid that the artistic conception in the poem will be more convincing."

The Turjia clan is the most literate high-class clan in Western Xinjiang, and countless children of the clan are serving as officials in the temple.

For talented people, the people of the Turga clan will naturally have more sympathy for each other.

Xie Zhao had a warm smile on his face, but he was very humble.

In front of "outsiders", this guy is always very good at pretending to be a big-tailed wolf, and he is not at all as self-reliant and triumphant as he is in front of Ling He and Han Changsheng and others.

She also pretended to be modest: "Where is it, it's just some feelings from walking on the long street and wandering the rivers and lakes when I was young." I felt that it was equivalent to today's outing and hunting situation, so it was better to be happy alone than to be happy, so I took it out and looked at it with all the nobles. ”

The forced grid is directly full.

- By the way, she also gained the admiration of a group of noble teenagers and girls from Western Xinjiang.

Ling Or and Han Changsheng's expressions were complicated, and they had no mouth.

Because they really didn't know what to say, they simply closed their mouths and didn't speak, and obediently pretended to be their guards.

However, Xie Zhao seemed to be calm and careless, but in fact, he never let go of the expressions of every nine high-caste aristocratic young men and girls present who had seen the poetry of Qing Ci.

The next moment, a faint look seemed to flash in her eyes, and she focused her attention on the six princes.

Sure enough, after half a cup of tea, Hu Su, who had finished reading the page of clear words in his hand, looked at Xie Zhao in surprise when he wanted to speak.

"Xie Yilu, your style of writing is clear."

Xie Zhaoxin said, she pretended not to know:

"Oh, this is when I was walking the rivers and lakes in the next year, I happened to meet a translator who changed his career to become a businessman. Your Highness also knows that young people are inevitably curious.

So, I pestered the old translator at that time, and learned a little bit of the language of the four realms, what? Could it be that there is something wrong with the following text? ”

Hearing this, Su Su shook his head and said with a smile:

"Xie Yilu's translation of Qing words is excellent, even if we people from Western Xinjiang, if we are not scribes and scholars who are extremely literate and well-versed in literature and ink, we may not be able to write such clear and beautiful words.

However, the style of writing in Xie Yilu's poems is seven or eight points like our royal style. Presumably, the old translator who taught you the Western Xinjiang script once served in the academy of scholars. ”

Since almost all of the people who are literate and hyphenated in the Western Xinjiang are nobles among the nine high castes, the royal family in the Western Xinjiang will recruit a very small number of translators to be this "coolie" whenever they revise those scriptures and historical records that do not involve the secret and unlearned scriptures of the Western Xinjiang family.

What?

Xie Zhao was slightly stunned when he heard this.

In this way, the secret letter written to the first emperor of Hanyong in the Northern Dynasty Tuoba Xiao actually matched the writing system of the Western Xinjiang royal family by seven or eight points?

But it shouldn't be.

Calculating the time, seventeen or eighteen years ago, there should have been no discord between the Western Xinjiang Tianzi Weitang and the temples of the Southern Dynasty.

If it is not an appropriate metaphor, it is the "love period"!

What's more, the Son of Heaven in Western Xinjiang has a great friendship with the Xie family in Xunyang, even she, a younger generation who has not been to Xijiang before, has heard about Weitang from her maternal grandfather, uncles and queen mother.

According to them, Wei Wei Tang is not a person who does not have a honey-bellied sword.

If it weren't for the capricious and two-faced villain, then it would be impossible for him to engage in these unruly beginnings and ends between Handyong in the North and Tianchen in the South.

Although Xie Zhao had a lot of imagination and thoughts in his heart, his face did not change, and he did not show the slightest wind.

Although she does not distrust the judgment of her maternal patriarch, she has always adhered to the view that seeing and hearing is not true, but she understands the truth with her own heart.

If it weren't for what I saw, heard, and felt, all the arguments that came from the auditors would not be true in the end.

In this case, any "impossible" is now possible.

However, according to the Sixth Prince, only seventy or eighty percent of the writing is similar to the style he has learned, which is also problematic.

Xie Zhao suddenly realized that he said softly, and said:

"That's really lucky, I actually learned the style of the Western Xinjiang royal family, but why does His Highness say that only half of them are similar? At that time, I learned very carefully from the old translator, and I should not have used the wrong way of breaking sentences. ”

Because it was just some poems and poems, Su Yin didn't think Xie Zhao's question was strange.

He only smiled when he heard this, and confessed:

"Maybe it's the old translator, an old man who served in the Western Xinjiang in the previous dynasty?

After my father ascended the throne, he once summoned the idle prince who loved literature in our western Xinjiang royal family to refine and update the writing system of the Hui clan again.

Later, when we, the princes and princesses, learned the latest version of the writing system that was updated by our father. ”

Xie Zhao's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness!

I see!

How so?

Therefore, the secret letter written in the style and sentence break of the Western Xinjiang Dynasty and secretly communicated with the first emperor of the Northern Dynasty Hanyong is very likely to be the old format of the imperial family 25 years ago before the then Wei Wang Weitang ascended the throne to revise the new text for the emperor!

So the problem is, since the new emperor of Xijiang ascended the throne twenty-five years later, the royal family of the entire Western Xinjiang has been counted as one, and all of them have changed to use the latest writing system and sentence breaks.

If this is the case, then the scope of the people who infiltrated the Northern Dynasty seventeen or eighteen years ago, approached the then Handyong Emperor Tuoba Xiao, and used the old-style Han clan script to communicate with him, has been reduced to a very small scale!

Who can break away from the control of the Western Xinjiang Dynasty, carry the country of the main sect behind his back, and use the writing system of the previous dynasty of the Hui clan to fornicate with other countries?

Xie Zhao slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air in his heart.

Looking at the timeline, there is only the former drunken anti-Wang Yongwang.

She quietly took the words in the hands of one of the noble sons of Western Xinjiang, lowered her head and stared at the most familiar text and ink from her own pen on it, and then frowned lightly without moving.

It is said that King Yong, the sister-in-law of the former emperor of Western Xinjiang, died as early as 25 years ago, and even many wives and concubines and children were slaughtered.

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