At this moment, everyone was lifted up by Song Mu's strength. When they exclaimed, they quickly looked forward and saw that Song Mu had taken Gu Qingqing and slowly headed towards the palace gate of the imperial city.
"Such a saint deserves the name of a saint."
Someone said with emotion, but the student next to him suddenly looked dazed, and then suddenly became extremely excited.
"Is this Song Mu?"
"Could it be that he is the champion of Song Dynasty?!"
"The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty did not die in the Mobei desert, but he achieved great success and returned as a saint!"
The man exclaimed like this, and someone next to him immediately came to his senses, but someone immediately retorted, saying frankly that in the situation back then, how could the number one scholar in Song Dynasty survive?
But before he finished speaking, others asked him that the palace door was wide open today. This person called himself Song Mu. If he was just seeking fame and reputation, how could His Majesty in the Imperial City allow such a person to be so presumptuous.
Those who were refuted immediately fell silent. The name of Song Mu had long been a household name in the Wen Dynasty. In the past, although he did not have the strength of a saint, he had the reputation of a saint.
And now that the Song Ci Sect is so powerful, if someone dares to pretend like this, the disciples of the Ci Sect will definitely become angry.
Everything points to an answer.
The person in front of him is Song Mu.
The young number one scholar in the literary dynasty, the third-level scholar, the true world hero who wrote countless splendid poems and created a generation of poetry.
"Okay, okay, our literary dynasty still has scholars like Song Zhuangyuan here. The gloom of the past has been wiped away today!"
Suddenly, an old man with a cane said this. Although he was in his twilight years, his eyes were full of excitement.
Others also looked towards the imperial city.
Unexpectedly, the dark clouds that had shrouded the imperial city in the past few days slowly dispersed at this moment, and the sun slanted into the city, as if everything was bright.
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After many years, Song Mu walked in the imperial city again. The surrounding scenery did not change much, but some memories of the past flooded into Song Mu's heart.
When he entered the imperial city for the first time, he heard a roll call in the main hall, and one day he came out on top, attracting the attention of the world.
Entering the imperial city again, I have great ambitions, hoping to show my talents for the world.
Then, after a few years of accumulation, I walked slowly, and I already had some insights into this world.
Then, there was the change of the imperial city, and the world took on a new look.
This imperial city went from unfamiliar to familiar to unfamiliar again. During this period, it was full of ambitions and disheartened.
But walking here today, Song Mu felt quite calm.
The anxiety and heaviness are no longer there, and there is a different perspective on everything that comes next.
The reason why Song Mu knew all this was because of his promotion in strength, and what he did was seen as a ridge and a peak. He struggled under this cloud for a long time, and finally became depressed because of his lack of strength.
To this day, the floating clouds no longer cover our eyes, and wherever we look, all the mountains are small.
Standing at a new height, Song Mu had a different understanding of everything.
The drums were thundering outside the main hall. Guards wearing precious armor stood at attention on both sides. They all followed Song Mu's figure with their eyes until they saw Song Mu walking to the door of the main hall.
The main hall was ablaze with splendor at the moment, but in the evening, the lights in the main hall were brightly lit, and everything seemed spotless, even a bit comfortable and cool.
Song Mu was about to step into it, but suddenly he felt Gu Qingqing beside him.
There seemed to be some uneasiness on her face, and she was even more timid than an ordinary person towards this magnificent palace. Regardless of her status, she was already the mother of a sect and the wife of a great Confucian.
Song Mu smiled lightly, patted her hand holding his arm, and then stepped forward.
The hall was ethereal, echoing with the sound of Song Mu stepping into it.
And in the center of the hall, on the high platform, there is a person sitting right now.
Li Moer sat on it, looking solemn in his dragon robe. His eyes were slightly lowered. When he looked at Song Mu, there was a faint smile on his face.
"Song Aiqing, now that you are a great scholar, I would like to congratulate you."
Li Mo'er's tone was calm, and there was no emotion in her words. However, these words sounded before Song Mu saluted, and then she spoke again.
"Song Aiqing, there is no need to be formal. You are a model of literati in our literary dynasty. Let's sit down and talk about it."
After saying that, the eunuch and maid brought the table, put some fruit and snacks on it, and poured a pot of hot tea.
Song Mu was also calm. At this moment, he sat down with his hands folded and took a sip of tea, with a hint of aftertaste on his face.
"Your Majesty, this tea has not expired for some time."
"Song Aiqing likes this tea, so I'll have some sent over."
Li Mo'er said, taking a sip of tea at this moment, but holding the teacup and frowning slightly.
"It's just that now this tea-producing land has become increasingly rare due to the rampage of the monster beast."
"I'm afraid that within two years, I won't be able to drink this new tea again."
Li Mo'er said this, looking at the light cyan tea in the cup, and Song Mu's voice also sounded at this time.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. As long as the seeds and craftsmanship of this new tea are not lost, the land where demons are rampant will still be a prosperous tea plantation in the future."
"Oh? It seems that Song Aiqing has made a conclusion on this?"
Gu Qingqing, who was sitting next to Song Mu, realized at this moment that the tea was what the two of them were talking about, and deeper inside, it was the land of the Wen Dynasty where demons were now raging.
In this conversation, Li Moer was asking Song Mu what's next.
Obviously, Song Mu did have a conclusion in his mind.
Song Mu put down the cup at this moment, with a calm smile still on his face.
Although Li Mo'er's words today seemed a bit unfamiliar, maybe it was because of her years as an emperor that her words always seemed a bit mysterious, but her urgency could also be heard in her words.
"When I came out of seclusion, I heard someone in the imperial mausoleum say that His Majesty has now mobilized troops and started to declare war on the northwest monster clan."
"Yes, I made this decision not long ago. Song Aiqing, is there anything wrong?"
Song Mu took another sip of tea, shook his head slightly and said.
"There is nothing wrong with this. I also know what His Majesty is going to do."
"It doesn't matter whether we can inflict pain on the northwest monster clan this time. Your Majesty definitely wants to use us to fight against the east sea monster clan."
Li Mo'er just nodded and spoke to Song Mu at this moment.
"I don't know about Song Aiqing, but what are her plans?"
As he spoke, Li Moer was obviously moved. At this moment, his body could not help but lean forward, as if he wanted to listen to Song Mu's arrangements.
Song Mu slowly put down the cup in his hand, and then shook his head again.
"Your Majesty, I don't think you are listening to my arrangements."
"And it's your Majesty's turn to tell me your arrangements."
Saying this, Song Mu suddenly raised his head at this moment, his eyes firm.
"What do you want in this fight?"
"War or peace?"
...(End of chapter)
