The deputy's attitude was actually the attitude of many Beidi people in the caravan.
Although their operation against Ning Wuhuang ended in failure, Zuo was just a scholar. Even if he passed the martial arts exam, he barely passed it with the help of other means. If the two countries really went to war, Ning Wuhuang would only go to the battlefield. He was hacked to death by them.
When everyone felt that Leader Qizal was over exaggerating Ning Wuyan's role, they suddenly heard someone from the front shouting: "Everyone, be quiet. Mr. Ning wants to write a new poem to say goodbye today!"
boom!
The crowd immediately became excited this time.
Whether they were sitting on a horse-drawn carriage or crowded on an ox-cart, they all jumped out of the car and looked forward to it.
When the deputy saw Ning Wuchang's poems coming out and Wu's rivalry with him, he couldn't help but think of the "Xia Ke Xing" in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion that day.
Although he is not highly educated, he still feels that "killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace in a thousand miles" is a quatrain.
"I want to see what kind of inspiring poems Ning Wuyan can write today. Is it as easy for him to write poems as it is for us to drink boiled water?"
As soon as the deputy finished speaking, he heard a flurry of tones.
It's Ning Wuhao!
"The banners of the Han family are all over the Yin Mountains, and they will not send back their banners."
As soon as this sentence came out.
Qizal raised the brim of his hat and looked at the ambitious Ning Wuyan with horror.
"The flags of the Daxing imperial court are planted all over the Yinshan Mountains, and no one of the Hu cavalry who invades the south is allowed to go?"
I don’t know if Ning Wuhao refers to the Beidi spies who infiltrated Jiangnan Road, or to the Beidi people who want to step outside Yanmen Pass?
No matter who he was referring to, Ning Wuhuang's attitude was already very clear.
I vow to be incompatible with Beidi!
When the deputy heard the poem, he didn't quite understand the meaning, and he just felt angry.
After listening to the leader's translation, he became even more furious.
"These talented men are used to bragging. If they don't let the barbarian cavalry go south, sooner or later they will flatten the Jinling City and hang Ning Wuchang on the city gate tower!"
Just saying.
Then I heard Ning Wuyou continue to read: "I wish I could serve my country with this life, why should I be born in Yanmen Pass!"
This poem actually has an allusion.
He is talking about Dingyuan Hou Banchao.
Ning Wuyang felt that there was nothing wrong with Ban Chao being loyal to the country, stabilizing the western frontier, and wanting to return to his roots when he was old. This was slightly different from the original work.
In addition, he changed "Yumen Pass" to "Yanmen Pass". Even if there is no allusion, the meaning can be understood by just reading it, so I won't go into details.
"If I wish to live long enough to serve the country, why should I be born in Yanmen Pass?"
"Had I known that I would have followed Ning Shixian's example and take the martial arts exam. After the competition, if the countries in the Western Regions really have ambitions and want to invade our Daxing Yanmen Pass and go south, they will never come back, even if they are willing to be killed. We have to drag them down too!”
"Yes! But even though we are not soldiers who kill the enemy bravely, we can still do our best in the competition. If there is a close encounter with the cavalry of the Western Regions, you and I will defend our country. Even if we are not on the recruitment list, I will definitely be obliged to do so! "
"Obligated!"
The voice is like a wave, one wave higher than the other.
The deputies sitting on the bullock cart were shocked by the battle, as if they were on the battlefield facing well-trained soldiers.
Qizal had long known how inspiring and powerful Ning Wuhuang's poems were, but he thought that even if Ning Wuhuang had the reputation of a poet, he should be just a mortal.
As long as we are mortals, there will be times when our abilities fail, and times when our talents and ideas are blocked.
But tell him what happened today.
Or he underestimated the enemy.
"Ning Wuhuang, the poet genius, has no water at all. Daxing people have voluntarily given up their military membership for many years, and have focused on literature and suppressed martial arts for many years. The peace-seeking faction in the court accounts for more than half, but who would have thought that he could use only one poem to serve the country? , so that these talented men can ignore the danger of their lives and the differences between civil and military forces."
Unimaginable.
If a war really breaks out, what will it be like if Ning Wuyao writes a few more poems to stir up people's hearts.
If only one of his poems came out, hundreds of thousands of students would give up their writing and join the army!
"If I wish to grow up here and serve my country, why should I be born in Yanmen Pass!!!"
There were loud shouts in his ears. Qizal lowered the brim of his hat and waved his hand forward to the deputy who was stunned.
"Let's go."
This place has the prestige of Jinling Shixian, so even if it makes a comeback, it will be difficult to achieve success.
Let's go.
Go to Jing'an City.
Going to the court, people's hearts are different, which can restrain the talent of this Jinling Poet Immortal.
What's more, they also have Daxing's powerful helpers and the national master is coming soon, who can always kill Ning Wuyan.
At the gate tower, beside the moat.
The short and thin old man pulling the dung cart stared fiercely at the young man in blue among the crowd. After looking at it for a moment, he hunched his back and slowly walked toward the city while pulling the dung cart.
Thinking that the news carried by Mr. Kono and Mr. Iwasa in bamboo tubes had already been conveyed from Wuhu to Jing'an City, the old man was extremely expecting that Ning Wuyan would die because of his message.
As long as Ning Wuyan dies, the Ning family will not have anything to worry about. The leader of the martial arts competition, Young Master Ning, will probably be reduced to a pawn in the end.
In this way, he could avenge Ning Wuyu for killing his youngest son with a knife.
On the carriage.
Ning Wuyan, who was standing and shouting loudly, could feel several hostile eyes falling on him and then disappearing.
He knew that whether it was Beidi or Japan, there would be fish that slipped through the net.
He wished that when those people heard his poem, they would rush up in anger and have Third Brother and the others beheaded.
However, when the students recited his poems over and over again and he could recite them by heart, all those glances disappeared without a trace, and he knew how slippery the remaining fish that had slipped through the net were.
"That's all. Anyway, when we get to the capital, we'll have to meet them sooner or later."
Ning Wuyan looked to the northwest with a determined smile.
…
Dongyi Pavilion.
Taro Kishizaki leaned against the window exhausted, looking at the fallen leaves outside, filled with grief and anger.
Yesterday, a letter from home came from China.
The hundreds of acres of fertile farmland that the tribe was about to harvest were completely covered by the ash from the volcanic eruption, and there was no harvest. The tribe members still don't know how to survive this autumn and winter.
Not only that, the child who was about to be born before he left was already on the road of wandering around the mother's body. Because others were competing for food, he was aborted when he was frightened. It was a boy he had been thinking about for more than ten years and finally conceived, and he was the only one in the family. The successor is gone.
His wife could not bear to die.
As the clan leader, he could only watch helplessly as all the clan's property fell into the hands of his brothers after him.
Because even if an adopted man from the clan comes to his knees, he is not his biological flesh and blood.
"hateful!"
"hateful!"
Taro Kishizaki looked at the letters for help sent by his tribe and couldn't bear to hate them, so he poured all his anger on the Daxing people.
"If Emperor Daxing hadn't been too cruel and ruthless and refused to lend a helping hand, maybe people in the country would have heard that Daxing's rescue was coming soon, and there wouldn't have been a fight for food, and the lives of my wife and children would have been saved! "
