Wei Yuan's words made everyone's eyes focus on Xu Qi'an.

Lin'an and Huaiqing at the head of the city, civil and military officials. The marching procession under the city, the people on the side of the street.

Xu Qi'an stopped the drumming, was silent for a moment, did not look back, and laughed loudly: "Duke Wei, after "no one in the world knows the king", there is no better send-off poem. ”

After a pause, he said in a loud voice: "It's better to write a poem from a humble position." ”

The two talked loudly in front of thousands of people...

Wei Yuan groaned slightly, and his smile did not decrease: "But!"

A cluster of eyes fell on Xu Qi'an in an instant, and the students below and the civil officials at the head of the city were in high spirits.

In this situation, how can there be no poetry to help the fun, with the presence of Dafeng Shikui, Shilin wants to have one more masterpiece.

Thinking of this, the readers are a little upset, and they are extremely looking forward to Xu Qi'an's words.

Xu Qi'an did not stop beating the drums, but became more and more intense, and the drums echoed.

He did have a poem in his heart that he wanted to give to Wei Yuan.

After Chuzhou returned, he had a heart-to-heart with Wei Yuan, learned of Wei Yuan's plan for the king of Zhenbei, and intended to regain military power.

It was also at that time that Xu Qi'an realized that this big Tsing Yi, who was competing with many parties above the court, had actually wanted to take charge of the army again and display his ambitions, but he couldn't ask for it.

After Wei Yuan fought the Battle of Shanhaiguan that year, he was seized of military power and was pressed to death in the court for 20 years.

Wei Gong, it's been 20 years, have you ever dreamed of returning to the battlefield and pointing out the country?

He took a deep breath, accompanied by the sound of drums, luck dantian, and said loudly:

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp! Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turn over the outside sound, and the battlefield autumn soldiers. ”

Wei Yuan was stunned and looked at the young man on the city wall in amazement.

Good words!

The eyes of the civil officials lit up violently, and this sentence was about looking at the sword with a lamp in a drunken dream, as if returning to the military career of the year.

Combined with the current scene, they seem to have returned to the battlefield twenty years ago, when the soldiers were ordered after the autumn, and the Tsing Yi led the army to the battle.

This is a word written for Wei Yuan.

Knock knock, knock knock!

Xu Qi'an beat the drum violently and said in a vertical voice: "The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, win the name before and after his death!"

You have worked hard for the court, you have guarded the country for the royal family, what do you get in exchange?

The imperial court covered up your exploits, exaggerated the promotion of the king of Zhenbei, and passed on your aura little by little to the beast who committed the atrocity of slaughtering the city for his own selfishness.

The civil officials and Shilin criticized you and labeled you as the leader of the eunuch party, as if they had forgotten who won the Battle of Shanhaiguan and who exchanged it for the 20 years of peace in Dafeng.

What did you get in exchange?

He stopped, and the drums died down.

Xu Qi'an's voice was very loud, but his tone was mixed with deep melancholy, and he said word by word: "Poor white happens!"

At the head of the city, the atmosphere suddenly stagnated, Wang Zhenwen and other civil officials looked at Xu Qi'an in a daze, chewing on the last paragraph.

An unspeakable sadness grew in my heart.

The most touching words of the literati are always poems and words.

In fact, the civil officials present all knew in their hearts what kind of person Wei Yuan was, even if they were red-eyed, they agreed with Wei Yuan's character in their hearts.

It's just a different position.

Poor white happens, poor white happens......... At this moment, even the civil officials who had been fighting with Wei Yuan for half their lives couldn't help but feel depressed.

Framed biting his lip, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he didn't feel anything at first, until he read the last paragraph, and the feeling of desolation was like a surging tide, making her

Huaiqing looked at him fixedly, and there was a layer of mist in his eyes.

"Damn, what kind of broken words are these, listening to Lao Tzu's nose is sour. Jiang Luzhong rubbed his face and muttered.

In the team that went out, the seniors who participated in the Battle of Shanhaiguan had their eyes moistened at this moment.

"Hahaha........"

Wei Yuan smiled, laughing heartily, tears forming from the corners of his eyes.

Xu Qi'an, do you know why I didn't accept you as my son?

Because in my heart, you are a confidant!

............

Qingyun Mountain, Yunlu Academy.

Zhao Shou stood on the top of the mountain, his shirt and gray hair fluttering in the wind, his gaze seemed to penetrate the distance and saw the team on the expedition.

"The academy rose because of the great feng, but Confucianism weakened because of the great feng. ”

His eyes were calm, his tone was calm, and there was no joy or sorrow in his eyes.

He drummed up his righteousness and said loudly: "Wei Yuan, Triumph!"

The words fell, and the power of Confucianism escaped into the void and disappeared.

In the next second, the counter-devouring effect of the spell came, and the Haoran righteous qi that was surrounding Zhao Shou's body collapsed, and a gap opened in the center of his eyebrows, and it quickly extended and expanded, like a broken eggshell.

In the sub-temple, a clear light came, shining directly on Zhao Shou's body, and the chapped body slowly healed.

"Big words can't be said lightly, especially when it comes to an existence that transcends the ranks. Wei Yuan, Wei Yuan, I can only help you get here. More than 2,000 years ago, there were Confucian saints, and now, only you can carry this banner in the human race. ”

After Zhao Shou finished speaking, he waved towards the Yasheng Temple: "Thank you Yasheng for saving you." ”

Ever since the stele of the Cheng Saint was cracked, the power of the Sub-Temple had been revived.

............

There are a total of 70,000 soldiers in the barracks, except for the 10,000 forbidden troops, the other 60,000 are the boundaries of the capital and the troops drawn from various states.

The remaining troops were in the three northeastern states, Xiangzhou, Yuzhou, and Jingzhou.

The 70,000 troops on the side of the capital were to go to the three northeastern states by four routes, and 20,000 of them went to Chuzhou in the north by water.

Xu Erlang was among the 20,000 soldiers and horses.

The more people there are, the more troublesome it is, so when a large-scale expedition is made, it is usually handled by dividing the troops, and then gathering a division somewhere.

What is the concept of 70,000 marches?

There is a long crowd of people, and there is no end in sight, and there is no end in sight.

The army set off along the official road, and Wei Yuan looked back at the capital for the last time, and remembered the words of the kid for no reason.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death, and the poor white happened.......... Wei Yuan smiled and whispered to himself:

"There is no need to complain about me, I am loyal to the country, I am loyal to the society, loyal to the people, you should understand me. ”

The army marched slowly, and the 70,000 men were silent, except for the wheels and chariots, the neighing of war horses, and the clashing of armor.

In the atmosphere of these intertwined voices, the soldiers suddenly heard the singing from the sky.

"The wolf smoke rises, the rivers and mountains look north, and the dragon rolls up and the horse grows and hisses like frost......... The heart is like the water of the Yellow River, who can resist in 20 years........."

Some people turned their heads blankly to look around, and some people were immersed in the song.

"Hatred is crazy and the long knife is going, how many siblings are loyal to the soul and buried in the country........ What a pity to die to serve the family and country, endure sighing and regretting, speechless and full of blood and tears........"

"The horse's hooves go south, people look north, people look north to see the grass green and yellow dust flying, I am willing to defend the land and reopen the territory, and the Central Plains will let the Quartet come to congratulate. ”

On the hillside in the distance, a rider stood, singing like a nervous disorder.

Who can fight in 20 years?

It must be triumphant.

Wei Gong!

............

Si Tianjian, Bagua Table.

The prisoner, who was dressed in white like snow, did not sit on the side of the case this time, but stood on the edge, looking at the expedition team out of the capital with an expressionless face.

"The curtain has opened. The supervisor whispered.

"The curtain has opened?"

Behind him, a deep voice came from him, and he said slowly: "If that's the case, how can I be missing the protagonist, right, teacher." ”

The supervisor ignored him and sighed: "Looking at Dafeng, the only one who has the ability to lead his troops to the "Jingshan City" is Wei Yuan, and he is the only one. ”

Yang Qianhuan opened his mouth, powerless to refute.

The supervisor retracted his gaze and said, "Your heart is not quiet, how can you be promoted?"

Yang Qianhuan was silent for a moment, and said: "Teacher, I haven't left Si Tianjian for many days, and people from the outside world probably don't know my prestige, and I don't know that there is a Yang Qianhuan in Si Tianjian, and I'm unwilling." ”

Where did you get your prestige?

Jian Zheng almost pinched his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "Xu Qi'an did not go on the expedition. ”

Yang Qianhuan was stunned: "What does it have to do with me?"

The supervisor said to himself: "But he beat the drum and wrote the lyrics at the head of the city, and everyone watched him. ”

The city head drummed and composed lyrics, and everyone watched it.......... Yang Qianhuan trembled with envy

After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Teacher, I want to be promoted to the third grade!"

The supervisor smiled, and at this time, Chu Caiwei ran up and shouted, "Teacher, Senior Brother Song Qing and other senior brothers have made trouble." ”

"Huh?"

Brother Song said that creation requires enthusiasm, and they reject monotonous and repetitive work. They refused to refine the standard magic weapon. ”

Jian Zheng finally pinched his eyebrows, and his tone was calm: "Tell them that Yang Qianhuan was imprisoned in the third basement because of his disobedience, and he was punished by lightning strikes and fire." ”

Chu Caiwei nodded: "Okay, so that Senior Brother Song will work obediently, the teacher is so smart that he can come up with such a wonderful plan." ”

It's not about being smart, right........ Yang Qianhuan complained in his heart.

Jian Zheng sighed and pinched his eyebrows again.

Chu Caiwei didn't realize Senior Brother Yang's complaints about her IQ, and she didn't care about the action of the supervisor pinching her eyebrows, she ran to the supervisor in small steps, took a look at the table first, and saw that there was only wine and no food, so she retracted her gaze in disappointment, and said mysteriously:

"Teacher, may I ask you a question........

The supervisor was suddenly relieved.

"I found some wonderful spells in a unique book, can you show me it?"

Chu Caiwei said as she took out a neatly folded piece of paper from her arms.

...........

"On the third day of Erlang's departure, I thought about him, I thought about him, I missed him........."

Xu Qi'an wrote in his diary.

The first two days were busy with the affairs of the house, immersed in spiritual practice. Until today, I took the time to check the living record of the first emperor, and I couldn't understand it, so I began to miss Erlang.

Before Xu Erlang left, he wrote down all the living records of the first emperor, of course, in cursive.

The length was too long, and it was more time-saving to use cursive, and he was about to go out with the army, so he didn't have time to write properly.

However, this thing has a fixed way of writing, and it is difficult for non-readers to understand it.

And those who have read books at home, except for Erlang, there is only Lingyue, but Lingyue's reading is up to the point, and she has not learned cursive, so she can't understand it.

"The living record of the first emperor is such an important thing, and it can't be shown to people casually, you have to find a new one. ”

Xu Qi'an's mind turned around, and he found that there were very few people who read books, and there was only one Chu Yuanzhen in the Heaven and Earth Society, but he went out with the army.

In the family, even one Erlang is a scholar, and it is impossible to expect the second uncle and aunt to translate for him.

The three people of the Yamen, Chun Geting, Feng Guangxiao, can be trusted, but their cultural level is not on par with me.

The scholars of Yunlu Academy are okay, but the journey of two hours back and forth is really too long, well, let Li Miaozhen take me to the sky and fly over directly.........

Huaiqing was too smart, and directly took out a living record of the first emperor and asked her to translate, she would definitely ask questions.

By the way, Lin'an can.

Although this girl is stupid, you can't underestimate her cultural level, she is a royal princess, and basic skills such as calligraphy are no problem.

Xu Qi'an thought about it, and finally chose Lin'an.

He immediately took a thick stack of papers, put it in his pocket, rode a little mare, and went to the Yamen of the watchman.

After Erlang set out on the expedition, he could not disguise himself as Xu Erlang, and he could use the official card of Shuji to enter and exit the imperial city freely. But it doesn't matter, he still has a lot of connections.

Yingong can freely enter and leave the imperial city, and patrolling the imperial city has always been one of Yingong's duties.

Xu Qi'an borrowed Brother Chun's waist card, put on his original clothes, and disguised himself as Li Yuchun, and rode Brother Chun's mount to enter the imperial city smoothly.

..........

Lin'an House.

Xu Qi'an imitated Brother Chun's demeanor, came to the door of the mansion, and said to the guards: "This official Li Yuchun, Xu Qi'an's former superior, is also a close friend. I have something to ask to see Princess Lin'an. ”

The reason why he said this was to be able to meet Lin'an smoothly, otherwise, Her Royal Highness the princess would not be able to meet with just a silver gong.

Whether it is the three words "Xu Qi'an" or the silver gong itself, it is enough to make the guards guarding the door give a few thin noodles, and there is no inquiry, only a sentence of "wait a minute".

He hurried into the house to make a report.

Sure enough, when he heard that it was Xu Qi'an's best friend, Lin'an immediately summoned him and chose to be in the living room.

has charming and amorous peach blossom eyes, full of inner charm, which makes people unconsciously think of the framing of the little queen of the nightclub, sitting behind the big case, posing with a noble temperament, and saying in a flat tone:

"What is Li Yinluo looking for this palace?"

"Lin'an, it's me, it's inconvenient to talk here, change to a more secluded place. Xu Qi'an said.

The framed and pretended noble expression immediately collapsed, and his eyebrows and eyes were uncontrollably filled with a smile, and he quickly held back, looked at the palace maids, and ordered:

"I have important matters to discuss with Li Yinluo, and you are not allowed to disturb them. ”

In the study without palace maids and eunuchs, Lin An said in surprise and in a whisper:

"Ah, why are you here, Bengong is still thinking, after Xu quits the old and goes on the expedition, you can't turn into his appearance and come to Bengong to play. ”

It's just that it's very easy to come to play with you, and His Royal Highness Huaiqing will help me.......... Xu Qi'an walked to the desk and said:

"This time I came to His Highness for something important, well, does Your Highness understand cursive writing? I have a cursive script here and I want to ask Your Highness to read it to me. ”

When he heard this, he was overjoyed, and the chick nodded like a peck of rice: "Yes, yes!"

Finally had the opportunity to show her amazing talent in front of the dog minion.

Sure enough, even if he is a scumbag, it is relatively speaking, as a princess, how can there be no ink in his stomach........... Xu Qi'an stood at the table and happily took out the paper in his arms.

Suddenly, his expression froze, and his pupils froze.

On the desk, there is a book "Dragon Vein Kanyu Map".