Hu Shichang took a step forward and took out the tiger-patterned jade pendant from his sleeve: "Your Excellency, you asked me to come here to ask when will my Lord send troops to march south?"
Ugeda smiled and picked up the jade pendant. After playing with it in his hands, he said with a smile: "The deal with Emperor Yan has not been concluded yet. When he buries his people in the ground, we Beimang will naturally send troops to conquer!"
"Emperor Dayan is currently trying to appease the other vassal kings. Rumors of vassal abolition have appeared in the capital a few days ago. It will probably take some time to evaluate this matter, but these three towns in northern Xinjiang..."
Before Hu Shichang could finish speaking, Wu Guaida waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, I already have the three towns in northern Xinjiang in my hands. All I need is Emperor Dayan's decree."
"General, I'm afraid we have to wait for Prime Minister Qu and others to propose this matter." Hu Shichang said respectfully.
"Then General, put some pressure on them!" Ugeda showed a sinister smile: "You find a way to open the entrance to the soldiers. As for Xu Maofeng... you'd better let him come to die under the banner of vanguard!"
"Yes." Hu Shichang bowed: "My subordinates will definitely think of a perfect strategy and ask General Li to send him to fight."
"Very good. When our troops pass the pass, you can return to Beimang!" Ugeda looked at Hu Shichang with satisfaction.
"Thank you, general. I hope you will win every battle!" Hu Shichang leaned very low, showing his loyalty.
Uqaida waved his hand, stepped lightly on the breeze, and flew towards the three towns.
Seeing that Uqaida had disappeared, Hu Shichang showed joy on his face, and even went back much faster than when he came.
…
The spring rain fell continuously, and the carriage moved forward slowly in the rain.
Xu Que and the others had already passed Lin County, which was only over a hundred miles away from Zheyang County.
Xu Fan has not been idle these days. Whenever he doesn't understand annotations, he will ask Xu Que.
Xu Que naturally answered his elder brother's question truthfully, but as he got to the back, Xu Que felt that old Xu Jiagan was really not good...
It's no wonder that Xu Que thinks this way, because Xu Fan's comprehension ability is really poor, just like a junior high school student. He has to ask Xu Que for many obscure annotations.
But there is still a good thing, that is, Xu Fan has made great progress, as if he has opened up the Ren and Du channels. As long as a lot of knowledge is thrown into it, he can still absorb it very well. As for the side effects... Xu Que doesn't care. These, Xu Fan was not in his plan anyway.
Seeing the drizzle of the spring rain, the music playing in the attic, and the women hurriedly returning home with their children on the street, Xu Que felt a little poetic.
"The clouds are light and the horizon is full of smoke and trees, and you can see a thousand miles away!"
Xu Fan, who was reading the annotations in the carriage, was stunned, opened the curtain and asked: "Brother, is the sentence you just said a poem? It has the charm, but the meter is a bit strange. Is there any completion?"
Xu Que smiled and recited casually: "The spring rain is enough, dyeing the stream with new green. Two jade feathers fly out from the willows, and they bathe in front of each other when the sky is clear. The green curtain outside the building is tall, leaning against the railings. The clouds are light and the smoke trees are clustered horizontally. "
Xu Fan's eyes lit up after hearing this, and his whole body was taken in by this new rhythmic poem.
"My poetic talent is indeed unparalleled in the world! Although the rhythm is a bit weird, it is fresh and transparent and can always bring people into the artistic conception." Xu Fan felt more and more excellent as he tasted it.
"Lang Jun, why don't you ask your uncle to write it out?" Liu Rushi said while lying in the carriage.
"Yes, little brother, big brother is coming to drive the car, please write it down quickly with gold paper and gold ink."
"Brother, just write it, it's going to get wet..."
Xu Fan was not polite to Xu Que. He grabbed the whip and said directly: "This is not okay. This is your original poem. If I write it down, wouldn't I become a thief? Go and write it down!"
Xu Que was speechless. When his elder brother said this, he felt like he was under a little more pressure. After all, he had always been a literary thief!
But when he thought of his elder brother's pedantic character, he felt relieved. After all, his elder brother was still a person with a bottom line, how unlike him! There is no bottom line at all, so it can be carried again and again.
Xu Que stood up, wiped the rainwater off his raincoat, and gave up the place and the raincoat to his elder brother.
Entering the carriage, Liu Rushi had already given up the place to Xu Que, and even gold paper and gold ink were prepared for him.
"Thank you, sister-in-law!" Xu Que smiled and handed over his hand.
Liu Rushi smiled. She didn't have that kind of fear towards Xu Que now. Instead, she looked at him with a little motherly care.
Xu Fan, who was driving the carriage outside, was very excited. Although he didn't know the quality of this poem, there was no such metrical poem in the world, and it might become a new innovation.
This is just like what people often say, writing is easy to write, but the path to writing is difficult to find, and finding the path to writing becomes even more difficult.
Why do you say that? It's like everyone can write, and this is Wen Yi Shu, but if you want to get Wen Ji, you have to take the scholar exam. To put it simply, it is good to have one scholar among a hundred children. As for those who pass the examination and then compete for the imperial examination, it will become more difficult to find a literary path!
If we can open up the cultural path and make it easier, it will be equivalent to breaking through the shackles when practicing literary style, and this layer of shackles is called the cultural path and the world!
How amazing is the person who transformed the world? He is a semi-saint... There is not even a single semi-saint in the entire Great Yan Kingdom!
As for what Xu Que is doing now... it is the creation of a new path!
Xu Fan didn't dare to imagine that if his younger brother could create a new literary carrier, he would become a top scholar in the future. He didn't dare to expect his younger brother to become a semi-saint. That would be too scary, but he hoped that his younger brother could lead the Xu family to new heights!
Xu Que sat down to calm his mind and started writing: "'Ci Pai Visits Kinmen—Spring Rain Journey'" The spring rain is enough, dyeing the stream with new green. Two feather jade flies from outside the willow, and we bathe in front of each other after the clear sky..."
Xu Que didn't forget the word card, but he couldn't remember the name of the word, and he didn't bother to remember it. Anyway, he had copied it, so he just named it randomly.
As he paused, the golden ink on the gold paper slowly emitted white light.
Xu Que was stunned because no vision appeared at all.
Liu Rushi stared blankly at the gold paper. She didn't know what was going on, but she always felt it was strange, or maybe it shouldn't be.
Outside, Xu Fan felt a bit chilly in his heart, as if a red-hot iron had suddenly been splashed with water!
It’s over, the saints don’t approve!
The saints did not approve of this kind of literary style, so the gold paper and gold ink with the will of the saints directly included the poem in the cursive poetry...
Xu Fan didn't think it was too strange. After all, this was poetry, not poetry, and it was so difficult to create something in this era.
Xu Que, who had figured this out, no longer cared whether the saints looked at them or not, since those old men were not in front of him anyway.
Xu Que continued writing with his pen: "The green curtain outside the building has a high axis, leaning against the railings. The clouds are light and there are clusters of smoke trees on the horizon, and the heart can see a thousand miles away."
And just when Xu Que finished writing this poem, the entire carriage began to shake...
earthquake?
No, it's not an earthquake!
Xu Que immediately looked at the gold paper. Xu Fan stopped the carriage and opened the curtains wearing a raincoat!
In the drizzling weather, suddenly, a golden light appeared.
The old horse that was still moving forward immediately stopped, as if it was immobilized.
The gold paper flew out along the carriage window and upward toward the drizzly sky.
The original scene of raindrops hitting the gold paper did not appear. These raindrops seemed to be afraid of the gold paper and fell towards the surroundings one after another.
The colorful rays of light from the sky slowly reflected on the gold paper, making the vision look even more hazy.
Just when the three of them were looking at the sky against the raindrops, a line of holy light characters suddenly appeared in the sky: "'Ci Pai Visits Kinmen - Spring Rain Journey'" The spring rain was enough, dyeing the stream with new green. Two feather jade flew from outside the willow, and the sky cleared. bath……"
The holy voice sounded: Above the literary path, a new path was opened, named: Ci, and the Kaishan Ci brand: Visit the Golden Gate.
Xu Que's eyes widened, Xu Fan got out of the car with Liu Rushi in his arms, and the two of them immediately knelt down and kowtowed.
"Little brother, quickly kowtow and thank the saints!"
Xu Que was indifferent, he just stared blankly, with unspeakable shock in his heart.
The preaching of the Holy Word spread throughout the five countries and six regions in an instant...
Countless great scholars rushed to the Great Yan Kingdom's Nanping Mountain, Beimang Kingdom's Tiandu Mountain, Nanyu Kingdom's Lingmiao Mountain, Xilou Ancient Kingdom's Luoyan Lake, Cangshan Classical Dojo, etc. They all wanted to see who was the one who opened the new path. who!
