The strength of the two battalions is enough to deliver orders to His Highness the Crown Prince.
Compared with the effect of the sergeant's identification, I am afraid it is still worse.
How could Gu Beichuan have any reason to refuse?
But even so, he still paused and said: "However, I still want to take these people back."
Pei refused to hear the words, looked at him in surprise, and asked doubtfully: "You still want that person to identify King Yuan once more?"
"If you play like this, you will be slapping the emperor in the face."
Gu Beichuan shook his head and said, "No, it's just that I promised him that my parents, wife, and children must be brought back to him."
"This matter has nothing to do with whether he can identify King Yuan."
Pei refused to hear the words and froze in place for a long time. Then he took a deep look at Gu Beichuan and said, "I believe you. People can take it back to you, but you have to promise that this matter is over!"
Gu Beichuan nodded: "Don't worry, it's settled now."
"The restaurant is really not far from here. Do you want to go and eat?"
"Of course, I happen to have some poetry issues that I want to discuss with you."
When Gu Beichuan heard this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Damn, this Pei Burang is clearly an out-and-out martial artist, why does he have to delve into this field of literature?
It's easy to drill, but unfortunately, this guy especially likes to have people appreciate poems and essays for him.
Appreciation is all about appreciation, but unfortunately, what this guy wrote is really...hard to describe in one sentence.
If you meet a more serious Confucian scholar, you may faint from anger.
So Gu Beichuan curled his lips, said nothing, and just strode forward.
In Feihong Restaurant, the two of them were sitting opposite each other. There was a hot pot on the table and various ingredients beside the pot.
It’s already autumn and the weather is getting cooler. It’s a good time to eat hot pot. Although it’s not as good as eating hot pot in winter, it still has a unique flavor.
Pei Burang picked up a piece of cooked meat, dipped it in the dipping sauce, then put it in his mouth and chewed it with a look of enjoyment on his face.
"How's it going? Does this Huainan hot pot suit the taste of a Gandu native like you?"
"I'm not from Gandu, but this Huainan hot pot is really delicious. It is said that you came up with it. How did your kid's head grow? You can always come up with some strange things."
Gu Beichuan was stunned when he heard this. Being able to serve as the commander of the 50,000-strong imperial army and responsible for guarding Emperor Renxuan's safety, Pei Burang's background must be innocent.
Unexpectedly, he was not from Gandu, which was a bit novel.
However, Gu Beichuan didn't pay much attention. He picked up a pot of Hero Drunk and handed it to him: "Try it."
Pei Burang unscrewed the wine bottle, poured himself a full glass, drank it all, and immediately exclaimed: "Good wine! It is truly the best wine in the world!"
"By the way, Gu Beichuan, the poem about snow that you recited earlier was my painstaking work. What do you think?"
When Gu Beichuan heard this, his brows suddenly raised, and he felt awe-inspiring, here comes this tricky question!
"Emmmm, what about this? All I can say is, it's okay (four tones)."
Hearing this, Pei Burang put down his bowl and chopsticks, frowned, and said angrily: "You can insult my martial arts, but you must not insult my literary talent!"
"I wrote this after working hard for several days and nights, thinking hard, and sleeping hard at night!"
"It's my hard work! My pioneering work!"
"I won't tolerate your slander!"
The corner of Gu Beichuan's mouth twitched, your feelings are endless, right?
Gu Beichuan took a deep breath and decided to stop him from going further down the wrong path.
"Is this really your first work?"
"Don't mind if I speak harshly. If you write such an article, not to mention me, I'm afraid even my incompetent students will look down on it."
"After all, you are also the president of the 50,000-strong Royal Forest Army, and you are even more like a figure from heaven. Everyone in the court compares your military power with that of King Zhenbei!"
"If you publish such poems when you go out in the future, wouldn't it be an embarrassment to my literary career?"
Pei refused to hear the words, and his face suddenly turned red from suppressing his emotions.
If others say he can't do it, he will most likely not be happy about it.
But Gu Beichuan has a reputation as a literary star, and he has taught several Jinshi students. His reputation in the literary world is obvious to all, and he is even more famous for his poetry.
When people like this talk about him, he really can't find any reason.
Seeing his appearance, Gu Beichuan knew that his goal had been achieved, and he said unhurriedly: "However, I do have a newly composed poem here."
"If you want it, I can definitely give it to you."
"From now on, you can tell people that this is your pioneering work. It will give you some face, and it will not insult your identity."
Pei refused to hear the words, and his face, which had been red from suppressing it just now, suddenly improved and even put on a smile.
It's not like he really doesn't know what level he is at. In the past, he used Gu Beichuan's name to deceive people like Lu Xu who were not very bright.
As for real scholars, 80% of them don’t take him seriously.
But if Gu Beichuan was willing to donate poems, it would be completely different.
From now on, if he pretends to be cool, oh no, appreciating poems and essays with others, that means he is a famous teacher!
What's more, who is Gu Beichuan?
That is Huainan Shijun! Known as the leading figure in the poetry world!
Who dares to say that the poems he wrote are not good?
If he really gets this poem, he will have a lot of confidence to brag in the future.
Gu Beichuan, what a good man!
Pei Burang stood up, poured Gu Beichuan a glass of wine sincerely, and said with a smile: "That's great!"
"To be honest, I have been a reader since I was a child."
"It just so happens that my father is so stupid that he sent me to practice martial arts. As a result, the Daqian literary world lost a great scholar!"
"But even though I am in martial arts, I still have a passionate heart for literature. I really yearn for it!"
"If everyone is willing to give you poems, it is naturally a blessing."
Seeing this, Gu Beichuan smiled and said, "Then listen carefully, I will only say it once."
"The dark plum blossoms are smelling in the dark, lying on the branches and feeling sad at the bottom. The distant smell is like water, and the spring green is easily revealed. The bank seems green, the bank seems green, and the bank seems dark green."
"This poem is called "Luch Spring" and it was written on a whim."
"Although it is just a description of the scene without any intention, it is still a rare masterpiece."
"To be boastful, ordinary literati, even if they are poor at writing classics, cannot write poems like this."
Gu Beichuan was quite confident in his words, but Pei Burang frowned, shook his head and said, "That's inappropriate!"
"Your poem is inappropriate!"
When Gu Beichuan heard this, his heart skipped a beat.
In later generations, this poem was indeed a masterpiece by Song Dynasty poet Lu You.
The title of the poem is indeed called "Luch Spring", but... with the full imagination of later generations of netizens, it was also given another name - "I'm Stupid"!
Could it be that Pei Burang saw it?
