On the pier, Li Xuan withdrew his gaze and looked at Yang Jiong and others. Everyone's eyes also fell on him at the same time.
Li Xuan took a slight breath, and his eyes fell on the jug in front of him. For some reason, he chuckled softly and said with emotion: "Today, all the talented people have gathered together, and good works have appeared frequently. It's a pity that only I can drink this wine."
This wine was the farewell wine given to him by the prince, so naturally only he could drink it.
Song Zhiwen moved the tray in his hand slightly forward, and Yang Jiong personally lifted the wine pot and poured wine into the cup for Li Xuan.
The entire pier was indifferent for some time, and all the noise of the people around him disappeared.
Li Xuan picked up the wine glass, with a hint of bitterness and determination on his face. He looked at everyone with an extremely solemn expression. Then he turned to look to the east, raised the wine glass in his hand high, and shouted loudly: " Why don't you take Wu Gou and capture the fifty states in Guanshan?"
The sound of killing swords, spears, swords and halberds could be heard faintly in everyone's ears, as well as the neighing of war horses.
For a moment, it was like being trapped in a boundless battlefield.
Before everyone could react, Li Xuan turned to look in the direction of Tai Chi Palace and shouted passionately: "Please come to Lingyan Pavilion for a while. Are you a scholar and a Marquis of Wanhu?"
Everyone followed Li Xuan's gaze and saw that it was in the direction of Lingyan Pavilion of Tai Chi Palace.
In an instant, a sense of urgency to abandon the pen and join the army rushed into the hearts of everyone present.
"Please come to Lingyan Pavilion for a moment. How can I be a scholar and a marquis of ten thousand households?" Yang Jiong muttered the words in a low voice, and his heart was full of emotion and ambition.
Li Xuan raised her glass, drank the wine in one gulp, then turned around calmly, and boarded the ship directly in full view of everyone, unusually free and easy.
Everyone looked up and saw that on the bow of the ship, Silla's envoy Qin Yujiaoqian had already knelt down at Li Xuan's feet, with an extremely shocked and fearful expression on his face.
Li Xuan held her head high, stood on the bow, waved her sleeves, and ordered the ship to sail with high spirits.
The official ship started slowly and accelerated eastward with the wind.
Li Xuan, dressed in black brocade clothes, stood at the bow of the ship. In the eyes of everyone, he looked like a straight long sword, pointing directly at Dongdao Silla.
Why don't men take Wu Gou and collect the fifty states in Guanshan?
Dongdao Baekje's hometown, Goguryeo's hometown, are all Tang Dynasty territory, Ungjin Dudufu, Andong Dudufu, and hundreds of miles south of the Daedong River are Tang Dynasty territories, but now they are robbed by the Silla people using despicable means passed.
Now the Tang Dynasty once again sent troops to Dongdao to reinforce Anton. It not only wanted to take back all the territory of the former Ungjin Governor's Palace, but also wanted to wipe out the entire Silla and then incorporate it into the territory of the Tang Dynasty.
Yang Jiong and others stood on the dock and clearly saw the embarrassed appearance of Silla's envoy on the ship. ap.
Also seeing this scene was King Donghai, who was hiding in the shadow of the city wall at the far end of his line of sight.
The green official robe revealed his identity as an official of the sixth or seventh rank of this dynasty.
And he is a sixth- and seventh-grade official serving in Chang'an.
The King of Donghai stood very far away. Although he couldn't hear the voices of people talking on the dock in the distance, he could clearly see the fearful look on Silla's plea for mercy.
As for what they were talking about, what else could it mean that Yang Jiong, Song Zhiwen and others appeared there.
It's nothing more than composing poems on behalf of the prince.
"Use poetry to express aspirations, use poetry to describe feelings, use the pen as a bow, and the ink as an arrow, shooting straight at Silla." The face of the King of the East China Sea had become completely solemn. At this moment, there was a very slight movement behind him.
The King of Donghai didn't even look back and asked calmly: "Did you get the things back?"
"My lord." A black figure walked out of the darkness and handed over a piece of paper.
King Donghai turned sideways and picked up the poems of Yang Jiong, Song Zhiwen, He Zhizhang, and Yao Chong, all on one piece of paper.
He is also a good hand at poetry. These poems are good and bad, and each has its own excellence. But what really made Donghai Wang's eyes shrink was Li Xuan's poem, especially the first half.
"Why don't you bring Wu Gou and capture the fifty states of Guanshan?" A slight sneer appeared on the corner of Donghai King's mouth, and he said softly: "It seems that we are going to fight!
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For the King of Donghai himself, the more troops the Tang Dynasty invested in Silla, the better.
In this way, the Tang Dynasty would be insufficiently prepared for Tubo. After all, the Tang Dynasty was preparing for this war, and Tubo was actively preparing.
One thing is going down, the other is going up, and Silla has taken too much energy from the Tang Dynasty, so there will naturally be loopholes in the direction of the Western Regions.
This is a good thing.
In the original expectation of the King of East China Sea, he hoped that the central government would delay the reinforcement of Silla. It would be best if there was a fierce dispute within the court, and in the end the best time to withdraw troops from the East Island was completely missed. However, for the sake of the battlefield in the Western Region, he still insisted on withdrawing troops, and finally in the army During the retreat, they were completely torn apart by the Silla people.
A repeat of the last bitter consequences of Emperor Sui Yang's three conquests on Goryeo.
In this way, the East Island was uncertain and the Tang army suffered heavy losses.
At this time, at the emperor's insistence, the Tang Dynasty broke out into war with Tubo despite insufficient preparations.
With one mistake, the entire Tang Dynasty was immediately in a state of turmoil.
But now, the imperial court made the decision to reinforce Anton in just one night. Although Dongdao will still involve Datang's energy, with the reinforcements, Datang may not gain enough advantages.
If they wait until early next year to withdraw, then Silla may not have enough power to delay the retreat of the Tang army, if Silla still exists by then.
It doesn't matter whether Silla is alive or dead.
The key is to withdraw the troops next year. It will take at least three or four months to wait until the army withdraws and rests.
The loss of money and food in the past few months, as well as the soldiers and generals who cannot be transferred to the Western Front in time, will create a huge vacancy.
By that time, Datang would be more likely to lose on the Western Front after World War I.
Although this is also feasible, it cannot achieve the ending that Donghai King is most looking forward to.
After all, if Yang Guang had not failed in his three expeditions to Goryeo, the entire Sui Dynasty would not have collapsed so quickly.
Therefore, even if Tubo defeated the Tang Dynasty on the western front, it would not be able to threaten the foundation of the Tang Dynasty. The Tang Dynasty would still be able to fight.
East Island, Silla.
Silla not only had to grit its teeth and persevere despite the reinforcements from the Tang Dynasty, but also after this winter passed, on the way the Tang army retreated, it could still completely tear the Tang army into pieces just like Goryeo did.
In this way, the power of Goryeo alone is not enough, and the Japanese country.
The name "Japan" flashed through King Donghai's mind for an instant, but in an instant, it was completely wiped out by him.
There is no time. Even if the Japanese army is reorganizing now, it is impossible to dispatch how many troops to go north in the spring next year.
What's more, the Japanese country doesn't have much desire to go to war with the Tang Dynasty. Even if they can be persuaded, it will take too long to go back and forth to the Japanese country.
Not to mention, they still had to convince the Silla people to allow the Japanese to enter Silla territory.
King Donghai narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the sailing shadow in the distance.
In the battle of Dongdao, if they want to make the progress as expected, they can only find a way with the reinforcements, that is, with the King of Nanchang.
"Let Wu'ai go to Yangzhou, and let him and... work together to find ways to make this support army completely buried in the sea." The voice of the King of East China Sea was unusually cold.
Since there is an external force that wants to break his layout in East Island, then this external force should be smashed directly and everything should proceed according to the original script.
In the shadow behind him, the figure bowed slightly, and then disappeared silently.
After calming down, King Donghai turned his head to look in the direction of the palace, with a trace of sarcasm flashing deep in his eyes.
Things are settled in the East Island, but the good show in the Western Region has just begun.
Faintly, King Donghai seemed to hear rapid footsteps coming from the distance. He subconsciously looked back and saw a group of fast horses coming from the east on the galloping road outside Dongcheng.
Jinwuwei?
Seeing Jin Wuwei turning around and chasing towards the east quickly, Yang Jiong looked at the bamboo tube in his hand and frowned slightly.
Turning around and looking around, he saw
The people near the dock have dispersed.
The parting poems I wrote before, a total of five of them, have already flowed into Chang'an City with the rapid influx of people, and it won't take long for them to become known throughout the city.
Yang Jiong's eyesight is sharp, so he can't tell that there is a mystery here, but the specific details cannot be explained in a short while.
Song Zhiwen came forward and asked in a low voice: "Brother Lingming, what is this?"
Yang Jiong looked at Song Zhiwen, and he was also curious about He Zhizhang, Di Renjie, Yao Chong and others, and whispered: "This is the letter from Hongzhou that the King of Nanchang just received. He happened to have just left Chang'an, so he asked someone to give it to him. Yudi brought it here."
Yang Jiong opened the bamboo tube directly in front of everyone, and inside was a piece of tissue paper.
I saw the beginning of this piece of silk paper: "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion·Wang Bo: The old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongdu. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu. It embraces three rivers and brings five lakes, controls the wild thorns and leads Ouyue. ...The time is September, and the order belongs to the third autumn...The setting clouds and the solitary swans fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky...When I am old and strong, I would rather move my heart with a white head? I am poor and strong, and I will not fall into the blue clouds...Strong, A man with a small life is a scholar. He has no way to ask for a tassel, waiting for the weak crown of the final army; if he has a heart, he throws a pen, and the long wind of admiration for his ancestors...each of them will fall into the land, sea and clouds."
The paper was turned over and fell into the hands of everyone present. Looking at the entire parallel essay of several hundred words, the magnificence of the Hongteng King's Pavilion suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes. Looking into the vast distance, the autumn scenery was vivid; life meets each other, talents are not met, and self-motivated integrity.
"Wang Zi'an has written another masterpiece." Yang Jiong sighed with emotion.
He knew the intention of the King of Nanchang in sending him this parallel letter. He had just said that he was ashamed of the queen and ashamed of living in front of Lu. In just a moment, the King of Nanchang slapped him in the face with this parallel letter from Wang Bo.
He Zhizhang handed the paper back to Yang Jiong again, glanced at the still shocked people, and said in a deep voice: "Students heard that Mr. Zian resigned from his position as a professor in Wuzhou a month ago and went south to Jiaozhi to visit his father. According to the time Calculating, this article should have been written by Mr. Zian when he passed by Nanchang."
Yang Jiong nodded silently. This matter was not a secret. He even knew that Wang Bo used his meritorious service in suppressing bandits in Wuzhou to pray to the court to let him come to his father to serve in Jiaozhi.
Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, despite many ironies, governing the country with filial piety is the foundation of the country.
"With this poem, the saint should allow the prince to ask for it." Yang Jiong raised his head and looked at Song Zhiwen.
Song Zhiwen also knew about Wang Bo's matter.
Song Zhiwen shook his head slightly, changed the topic directly, and asked: "Brother Lingming, this preface to Prince Teng's pavilion and the poem by Prince Nanchang both have inspirational meanings. What do you think is higher or lower between them?"
"In terms of writing style, Wang Zi'an's is even better, but in terms of ambition, King of Nanchang is slightly better." Yang Jiong raised his head, looked to the northeast, and whispered softly: "You should be strong when you are old, and you would rather move your head white." Heart? I am poor and strong, and I will not fall into the clouds... Why don't you take Wu Gou and collect the fifty states in Guanshan?"
"It's so clear." Song Zhiwen couldn't help but admire loudly.
"Let's go back and call King Luo Bin, let's go to Pingkangfang for a drink together." Yang Jiong looked at He Zhizhang, Yao Chong, Di Renjie and Yao Yi, and sincerely invited: "How about you all go together today?"
"You dare to disobey orders." He Zhizhang was the first to respond, and Di Renjie, Yao Yi and Yao Chong also nodded at the same time.
"Then please." Yang Jiong took the lead and said sideways to everyone: "It's a pity that King Luo Bin got up early today and went on duty. Otherwise, if he was here at today's grand event..."
"Brother Luo is now the martial arts master, right?"
"Yes, the martial arts position belongs to Xianyang, but the martial arts county government office is outside the west city of Chang'an."
