Chapter 449.

Wei Yuan’s words caused everyone’s gazes to focus, unanimously, on Xu Qi’an.

Lin’an and Huaiqing at the top of the city, civil and military officials. The marching party below the city, the people in the streets.

Xu Qi’an stopped the drumming and remained silent for a moment, without turning around, and laughed aloud, “Lord Wei, after “Who in the World Doesn’t Recognize a Gentleman”, there is no other send-off poem like it.”

After a pause, he said indulgently, “Why don’t my humble servant compose a lyric.”

The two talked loudly in front of thousands of people.

Wei Yuan slightly pondered, his smile unabated, “May!”

A cluster of gazes, in a split second, landed on Xu Qi’an again, and the schoolchildren underneath and the civil officials at the city’s head, their spirits were violently lifted.

How can there be no poetry to help with this scene? With the presence of the Da Bong Poetry Leader, the Shih Lin will have one more heirloom masterpiece to add to the list.

Thinking about it, the readers got a little uppity, and were incredibly excited about Xu Qi’an’s words.

Xu Qi’an didn’t stop beating the drums, instead, they became more and more intense, the drums thumping and echoing.

He did have a lyric in his mind that he wanted to give to Wei Yuan.

After returning from Chuzhou, he had had a heart-to-heart with Wei Yuan and learned of Wei Yuan’s plans for the King of Zhenbei and his intention to regain military power.

It was also that time that Xu Qi’an realized that this Great Qingyi, who had fought against multiple parties in the imperial court, had in fact been wanting to return to the helm of the army and show his ambitions, but had been unable to do so because he had sought to do so.

Wei Yuan was taken out of military power after the Battle of Shanhaiguan that year, and was pressed to death in the courtroom for twenty years.

Lord Wei, it’s been twenty years. Have you ever dreamed of returning to the sands and pointing to the mountains?

He took a deep breath, accompanied by the sound of the drums, his qi moved to his dantian, and said aloud:

“Drunkenly picking the lamp and watching the sword, dreaming of blowing the horns back to the camp! Eight hundred miles to divide the banner burns, fifty strings to turn the sound of the plug, the sands in the fall to count the troops.”

Wei Yuan froze, stunned, looking at the young man on the city wall.

Good word!

The eyes of all the civil officials brightened fiercely, this sentence, said the drunken dream of picking a sword, as if returning to the military career of the year.

Combined with the current scenario, it was as if they had returned to twenty years ago, that sandy field where the soldiers were ordered after the fall, and that green coat led the army to the battlefield.

It’s a word for Wei Yuan.

Knock, knock, knock!

Xu Qi’an beat the drum violently and said in a loud voice: “The horse is as fast as the Dalu, the bow is as frightening as the thunderbolt string. To finish the king’s world affairs, to win the fame behind us!”

You’ve worked your ass off for the court, you’ve held the kingdom for the royal family, and what did you get in return?

The court covered up your achievements, exaggeratedly publicized the King of Zhenbei, and transferred the halo belonging to you, little by little, to that beast who made the atrocity of slaughtering the city for his own selfishness.

The civil officials and scholars verbally attacked you, labeling you as the leader of the Eunuch Party, as if they had forgotten who won the Battle of Shanhaiguan, and who exchanged it for twenty years of peace in the Dafeng.

You, in exchange for what?

He stopped, and the drumming died down.

Xu Qi’an’s voice was loud, but his tone was mixed with deep melancholy, and he said word for word, “Pity White Happens!”

At the city’s head, the atmosphere was steeply stagnant, and Wang Zhenwen and the other civil officials stared blankly at Xu Qi’an, chewing on this last paragraph.

An unspeakable sadness grew in his heart.

It is always the poems and words that move the literati the most.

In fact, the civil officials present are clear in their hearts what kind of person Wei Yuan is, even if the fight is red-eyed, the heart is recognized Wei Yuan’s character.

It’s just a different position.

Poor Bai Happens, poor Bai Happens ……… At this moment, even the civil officials who have been fighting with Wei Yuan for half a lifetime can t help but have a depressed chest.

Framed biting her lip, her brows lightly knit, at first did not feel anything, until he read the last paragraph, the feeling of sadness, suddenly as the sea tide surging, let her

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

“Damn it, what kind of crap words are these, they make my nose sore when I hear them.” Jiang Lunzhong rubbed his face and muttered.

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

“Hahaha ……..”

Wei Yuan, however, laughed, laughed soundly, and laughed as tears seeped out of 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!

…………

Clear Cloud Mountain, Cloud Deer Academy.

Zhao Shou stood at the top of the mountain, his Confucian shirt and flower-white hair fluttering in the wind, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the distance and see the marching party.

“The academy rose because of Dafeng, but Confucianism weakened because of Dafeng.”

His gaze was calm, his tone was steady, and his eyes were even more joyless.

He puffed up his vast righteousness and said aloud, “Wei Yuan, triumph!”

As the words fell, the power of Confucianism’s words disappeared into the void and vanished.

In the next second, the spell’s backlash effect descended, and the vast and righteous qi that surrounded Zhao Shou’s body collapsed with a loud bang, and a slit cracked open in the center of his eyebrow, which rapidly extended and expanded, like a broken eggshell.

Inside the Sub-Holy Temple, a clear light shot in, shining straight on Zhao Shou, and the chapped body slowly healed.

“Big words can’t be said easily, especially when it involves an existence that transcends the grade. Wei Yuan ah Wei Yuan, I can only help you up to this point. More than two thousand years ago there was the Confucian Sage, and now, only you can carry this banner for the human race.”

After Zhao Shou finished speaking, he bowed towards the Sub-Saint Temple, “Many thanks to the Sub-Saint for saving me.”

Ever since the stone tablet of Cheng’s saint cracked, the power of the Sub-Sacred Temple had been revived.

…………

A total of seventy thousand troops were on display in the barracks, and apart from the ten thousand forbidden troops, the other sixty thousand were drawn from the capital’s territory, as well as from the various states.

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

The 70,000 troops on the capital’s side were to be split into four to head to the three northeastern states, while 20,000 of them were to take the waterway to the northern border of Chuzhou.

Erlang Xu is among these 20,000 soldiers.

The more people there are in something like marching, the more troublesome it actually is, so when a large-scale expedition is made, it is usually handled by dividing up the troops and then assembling somewhere to meet up.

What’s the concept of 70,000 men on an expedition?

The crowd was so long that you couldn’t see the beginning or the end.

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

Finish the king’s world affairs, win the name behind the life, poor white happened ………. Wei Yuan smiled and whispered to himself:

“There’s no need to be upset for me; I’m loyal to my country, I’m loyal to my country, I’m loyal to my people, you should know me.”

The army slowly marched forward, seventy thousand people silent, only the clattering of wheels, the neighing of war horses, and the clashing of armor.

In the atmosphere of these voices intertwined, the generals suddenly heard a song coming from the sky.

“Wolf smoke rises, rivers and mountains look north, the dragon rises and rolls the horse long hissing sword gas like frost ……… heart like the Yellow River water is vast, twenty years between the vertical and horizontal who can resist ……… “

Some people turned their heads around in bewilderment, others were lost in the song.

“Hate want to crazy long knife to, how many hands and feet loyal souls buried bones in its country …….. Why don’t you spare a hundred deaths to serve your family and your country, but you can’t help sighing and crying with tears of blood in your eyes. ……..”

“Horseshoes go south, people look north, people look north grass green and yellow dust flying, I would like to guard the land to reopen the border, the hall of the Central Plains to let the four sides, to congratulate.”

In the distance, on the hillside, a rider stands, singing at the top of his lungs like a psychopath.

Who can compete in twenty years?

It must be a triumph.

Wei Gong!

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Szeto, Bagua Terrace.

The white-clothed, snow-like Supervisor Zheng, this time did not sit at the edge of the case, but stood at the edge, expressionless and looking away from the marching party outside the capital.

“The curtain is drawn.” The Supervisor whispered.

“The curtain’s pulled back?”

Behind him, a low voice came and said slowly, “If that’s the case, how can I be missing the main character, right, teacher.”

The Supervisor ignored him and sighed, “Looking at the Dafeng, the only one who is capable of leading troops to Jing Shan City is Wei Yuan, and he’s the only one who is capable of leading troops to Jing Shan City.”

Yang Qianyi opened her mouth, unable to retort.

The Supervisor withdrew his gaze and said, “How can you be promoted if your heart is not still?”

Yang Qianyi was silent for a moment and said, “Teacher, I haven’t left the Sitian Supervision for many days, and I’m afraid that the people in the outside world, all of them already don’t know about my prestige, and don’t know that there is a Yang Qianyi in the Sitian Supervision, and I’m not willing in my heart.”

Where did you get your reputation?

The Supervisor was almost about to pinch his brow as he said in a deep voice, “Xu Qi’an did not go on the expedition.”

Yang Qianyi froze, “What does it have to do with me?”

The Supervisor said to himself, “But he beat the drums at the head of the city and composed the words for all to see.”

Drumming and composing lyrics at the head of the city, all eyes on ………. Yang Qianyi was trembling with envy

After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, “Teacher, I want to be promoted to the third rank!”

The supervisor was revealing a smile, when Chu Caiwei ran up and yelled, “Teacher Teacher, Senior Song Qing is causing trouble with the other senior brothers.”

“Hmm?”

“Elder Brother Song said that creation requires passion, and that they reject monotonous, tasteless, repetitive work. They refuse to refine formulated magic weapons.”

The Supervisor finally pinched his brow and spoke in a calm tone, “Tell them that Yang Qianyi has been imprisoned in the third underground level for disobeying his master and is being punished by lightning strikes and fire.”

Chu Caiwei nodded, “Good da, so that Master Song will work obediently, teacher is so smart to come up with such a wonderful plan.”

This has nothing to do with cleverness, right …….. Yang Qianyi mentally spat.

The supervisor sighed and pinched his brow again.

Chu Caiwei did not realize that Senior Brother Yang’s spit on her in terms of intelligence, and did not care about Supervising Teacher’s action of pinching his eyebrows, ran to Supervising Teacher’s side with small steps, first glanced at the table, saw that there was only wine and no food, retracted her gaze in disappointment, and said in a mysterious manner:

“Teacher, please ask you a question ……..”

Supervisor Zheng was suddenly somewhat relieved.

“I found some marvelous incantations in an orphan book, would you be so kind as to look at them for me?”

Chu Caiwei said as she pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper from her bosom.

………..

“Day 3 of Jiro’s departure, thinking of him thinking of him thinking of him ………”

Xu Qi’an wrote as such in his diary.

The first two days in busy with the affairs of the house, immersed in cultivation. It wasn’t until today that I took the time to check the late Emperor’s Record of Residence and couldn’t read it, so I began to miss Jiro.

Before Xu Erlang left, he had written down all of the late Emperor’s Rising Records silently, of course, in cursive script.

It was too long, and it was more time-saving to use cursive; he was on the point of going out with the army, and had no time to write properly.

But this thing has a fixed way of writing, and it’s hard for non-readers to read it.

And the only one in the family who had read, outside of Jiro, was Reiyuki, but Reiyuki read on point and hadn’t studied cursive, so she couldn’t read it.

“Something as important as the late Emperor’s Record of the Rising of the Emperor can’t just be shown to anyone, you have to find a new one that’s passed.”

Xu Qi’an’s mind turned around and realized that he knew very few readers after all, and there was only one Chu Yuanjian within the Tiandi Association, but he had marched with the army.

In the family, only one of them, Erlang, was a scholar, and it was impossible to expect his second uncle and aunt to translate for him.

The night watchman Yamen, Chun Tingfeng Guangxiao three people can be trusted, but their cultural level and I are not the same.

Cloud deer academy readers can be, but the journey of two hours back and forth, the Commission is too long, well, let Li Miaozhen take me to the sky, fly directly to the past ………

Huaiqing was too smart to just pull out a copy of the late emperor’s risen book and ask her to translate it, she was sure to ask questions.

By the way, Lingan can ah.

This girl is clumsy, but you can’t underestimate her cultural level, at least it’s a royal princess, basic skills like calligraphy are not a problem.

Xu Qi’an thought about it and finally chose Lin’an.

He immediately took with him a thick wad of paper, put it in his pocket, mounted his little mare, and clattered off to the office of the night watchman.

After Er Lang went to war, he wouldn’t be able to disguise himself as Xu Er Lang and use the Shuji Shi license plate to freely enter and exit the Imperial City. But it didn’t matter, he still had a wide range of connections.

The silver gongs of the watchmen were free to enter and leave the Imperial City, and patrolling the Imperial City had always been one of the duties of the gongs.

Xu Qi’an borrows Chun’s waist tag, puts on his own original set of errand clothes, and disguises himself as Li Yuchun, and rides Chun’s mount to smoothly enter the Imperial City.

……….

Lin’an Province.

Xu Qi’an mimicked Chun’s demeanor as he arrived at the gate of the mansion and said to the guards, “This official, Li Yuchun, Xu Qi’an’s former superior and also a close friend. I have something to ask for an audience with Princess Lin’an.”

The reason why he said that was so that he could meet Lin An without any problems, otherwise, Her Highness was not something that could be met by the district’s silver gongs.

Whether it was the three words “Xu Qi An” or the silver gong itself, it was enough to make the guards at the door give a few moments of face, and did not ask any questions, but only left a sentence of “wait a moment”.

Then he hurried into the house to report.

As expected, hearing that it was Xu Qi’an’s closest friend, Lin An immediately summoned him, choosing to be in the parlor.

With flirtatious and sentimental peach blossom eyes, full of internal charm, reminding people unconsciously of the small queen of the nightclub framed, sitting behind the large case, posing a reserved and dignified that does not match the temperament, the tone of voice flatly said:

“What does Li Yinluo want with this palace?”

“Lin An, it’s me, it’s not convenient to talk here, change to a more secluded place.” Xu Qi’an transmitted his voice.

The framed pretense of a reserved expression, immediately disintegrated, eyebrows uncontrollably overflowing with laughter, and then quickly stifled, looking to the palace maids, commanded:

“I have important matters to discuss with Li Yinluo, none of you are to be disturbed.”

In the study where there were no palace maids or eunuchs, Prosper said in a surprised and whispered voice:

“Ya, why are you here, this palace was thinking that after Xu Rui Lao left for the war, you wouldn’t be able to disguise yourself as him to come and play with this palace.”

It’s easy if I just come to play with you, His Highness Huaiqing will help me ………. Xu Qi’an walked towards the desk and said:

“This time I came to see Your Highness on an important matter, well, can Your Highness read cursive writing? I have a copy of the cursive script here that I would like to ask Your Highness to read to me.”

When the framer heard this, he was so happy that he nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

Finally a chance to show off her amazing talents in front of the dog slaves.

Sure enough, even if it is a scum, that is relatively speaking, as a princess, how can there not be some ink in the stomach ……….. Xu Qi’an stood at the edge of the table and gladly went to pull out the paper in her arms.

Suddenly, his expression froze and his pupils abruptly solidified.

On the desk, there was a book, “The Dragon Vein Map of Geomancy”.