"Jin Changwu, Chief Zhou, what crime do you deserve?"
Before Jin Changwu could think about it again, Li Moer spoke again, but his calm words immediately made the two of them sweat like rain.
"This subordinate is aware of his crime and please punish me, Lord Qing Tianwei."
Both Jin Changwu and Master Zhou immediately answered tremblingly, with a bit of uneasiness in their expressions.
Today, Shiyang County was attacked by demons at the same time. As the first and second leaders of Shiyang County, they did not react in advance. Not only did they step into each other's trap, but they also caused the tragic death of Mr. Zhang, County Captain Pan Shun and other officials. , the city was destroyed, people died in vain and many other things.
These things can no longer be explained by a charge of negligence. As long as Qing Tianwei is willing and an impeachment memorial is issued, both of them will be removed from their official positions and assigned to the border areas. From now on, three generations of their ancestors will no longer be able to serve as officials.
The more the two of them thought about it, the more they felt a little scared, and their bowed waists never straightened.
But what they responded to was just a simple sentence.
"We all made mistakes in this matter, and I will report it truthfully, but the credit for killing those demons will be recorded on you."
Li Mo'er said this, and the two chief clerks, Jinchang Wu and Zhou, looked at each other with happy expressions at the moment.
Although Li Mo'er did not let go of holding herself and others accountable, the credit for killing the demon should be attributed to herself. Two demon sect Jinshi, multiple demon sect jinshi, this kind of credit is enough to atone for the crime, even if it is not enough. , and there will be no penalty of three thousand miles.
"Thank you, Mr. Qingtianwei." Jin Changwu and the two men hurriedly bowed their hands and said, while Li Mo'er turned around and crossed his fists to his chest, looking at the two of them with some amusement.
"But this is my condition. From now on, please bear with me for Mr. Song's safety in Shiyang County."
When Li Moer said this, even Song Mu who was listening next to him was stunned and looked at Li Moer with some confusion.
Jin Changwu quickly understood the meaning and nodded repeatedly.
Today, Song Mu unexpectedly wrote a stunning poem of extraordinary talent. The power and influence of this poem will surely be spread throughout the world in a few days.
In just two months, Song Mu not only composed a literary poem with eight talents, but also a war poem with nine talents.
Such achievements are already extremely dazzling for a child.
Even I have never enjoyed such a wonder in person.
Thinking of this, Jin Changwu even had some doubts about whether what Song Mu said before about being struck by lightning was really feasible.
Isn't it true that the thunder that day can make people enlightened?
Seeing that Jin Changwu agreed to Li Moer's request, Song Mu did not dare to say anything at the moment, and just stood there with his hands down.
But Li Moer immediately waved Jin Changwu and the two to leave.
Then, a gust of wind suddenly spread under Song Mu. The next moment, Song Mu's figure appeared in the county college, and in front of him, Li Mo'er's figure also appeared.
Song Mu looked a little dumbfounded when he saw this little girl looking so heroic.
"Master Song, your poems are very heroic and make people feel happy. Although they are different from the romantic poems of my Li family, I like them very much."
Li Mo'er stood nearby and said calmly, then moved his hand and threw a small stone to Song Mu.
Song Mu reached out and took it. It was a green thumb-sized stone, a bit like emerald, but there was an inexplicable light flashing in it.
Song Mu held it in his hand and played with it. He felt that this thing was extremely warm and moist, and he felt that all the energy in his body was running more smoothly.
"After today, I think the young master will really be famous all over the world. If the young master gets the case again in the court examination, I think that all the poetry sects will come to recruit the young master." Li Mo'er said again at this time.
"Recruit me?" Song Mu rubbed the thing in his hand and asked with some doubts.
"Well, you are just a piece of jade now. Everyone can see your value. However, I will give you a little suggestion here."
"If you continue to pursue an official career, you can go to Jinling after the provincial examination. I think the Qingtian Guards would very much like you to join."
"If you feel that your career is a bit embarrassing, come to my Li Shizong. The tourmaline in your hand will be a token of your time."
Li Mo'er said calmly and pointed at the small stone in Song Mu's hand.
When Song Mu heard this, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then looked at the thing in his hand with some fear.
Tourmaline is the most important tool in this world for storing the power of context. Such things are nurtured in the fallen stars. Only the families of Jinshi can get a piece.
The cultural heritage tourmaline of the Song family is carried around on the second uncle's body. It is only the size of two fingers. It is the second uncle's wealth and life, and he always protects it.
The second uncle once told himself that when he passed the college examination, the cultural tourmaline would belong to Song Mu.
But now, Li Mo'er actually gave herself a piece of cultural tourmaline.
"This...this is too precious."
At this moment, Song Mu only felt that the warm tourmaline in his hand was a little hot, but as he said this, his hand was clenched tightly.
Li Mo'er also saw Song Mu's movements, with a knowing smile on his face, and said to Song Mu with a smile.
"This is just a fragment. It contains a trace of cultural power. It will only continue to warm your physique and will not cause any interference. It will be very beneficial to the master's practice. Please feel free to take it."
Song Mu was stunned for a moment, and he quickly lowered his head and rubbed it on his body, but after searching through his pockets, he found that the most valuable thing on his body was the demon-suppressing pen given to him by Ouyang Hong.
Song Mu's face suddenly looked a little embarrassed, and Li Mo'er just looked at Song Mu with a smile.
For a moment, Song Mu remembered the robe he was wearing and took it off immediately.
Li Mo'er looked at Song Mu's movements with a strange expression on his face and a little embarrassed.
Song Mu took off his robe, folded it carefully, patted the dust on it, and then carefully handed it to Li Mo'er.
"Miss Mo'er, I really don't have anything that can match Wenwen Tourmaline, so I can only give you this poem."
Song Mu said this and looked at Li Mo'er.
"This..." Li Moer's eyes widened when he looked at the robe in Song Mu's hand, and his mouth opened slightly, looking very surprised.
"The above is the poem about the Nine Battles of Talents that you just wrote. This is a valuable treasure. Are you... planning to give it to me like this?"
Li Moer was a little in disbelief, but Song Mu smiled and nodded.
"It's just a poem. If Miss Mo'er doesn't dislike it, just accept it."
Li Moer looked at Song Mu with his eyes, and there was a hint of smile on his face. The next moment he waved his hand, and the thing fell into his hand.
When he took the robe, a huge force suddenly came from the robe.
This fabric with poems written on it was extremely heavy and its weight was extraordinary. Even Li Moer felt the heavy weight.
"Okay, I'll accept it then. Remember what I told you."
Li Mo'er spoke, seemed silent for a few seconds, and then spoke to Song Mu again with some hesitation.
"If it is possible, Mr. Song, I hope you will parade astride a horse on the streets of Chang'an one day."
Hearing these words, Song Mu was suddenly startled, but he also lowered his head slightly and asked softly.
"Is Miss Mo'er going back?"
"Well, I have accomplished what I wanted to do. Next, some things will not be as I expected."
Li Mo'er said this, with a hint of helplessness and confusion in his words.
Regardless, immediately, the sadness on Li Moer's face disappeared completely, and she turned to look at Song Mu and said again.
"Okay, Mr. Song, I would like to congratulate you on your continued promotion. If you can be named on the gold list in the future, don't forget to congratulate you."
Song Mu showed a calm smile, looking quite relaxed.
"Miss Mo'er, I believe that the next time we meet, we will miss these days very much."
Li Mo'er nodded, raised his brows, then hugged Song Mu's robe and waved towards Song Mu.
A breeze blew, and Li Mo'er disappeared.
Song Mu looked at the empty courtyard in front of him with a dazed expression. He looked down at the ground, and then looked into the distance.
Did you have some other thoughts just now?
In front of a window not far away, several children who had just come down from the roof were also looking at Song Mu. Although they did not hear clearly what the two were talking about, they looked at the two people looking reluctant to leave. Tongsheng also winked.
"Did Brother Song fall in love with that adult?"
"That's a Jinshi. Didn't you see that when she was on the roof, her body was covered with golden poems?"
"But don't they look sympathetic to each other?"
"Don't worry about it, let's understand what we just witnessed. We witnessed the birth of a poem with great talent!"
"I think when I get older, I will still be extremely excited when I look back on such an honor."
"Yes, it's a legendary poem, extremely talented. The last time I heard a poem like this was almost ten years ago."
"Brother Song's literary talent is so outstanding. Maybe one day, our Shiyang County will have the first number one scholar plaque."
"The number one scholar? You mean Song Mu? It's hard to say. You have to know that the phantom just now, the great scholar Song Wenrong, was only second in the list."
"But...who can know?"
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