Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 448: Chapter 448 Confidant

Wei Yuan's words made everyone's eyes focus on Xu Qiyan.

Lin'an, Huaiqing, civil and military officials on the city wall. The expeditionary troops under the city wall, the people on the street.

Xu Qiyan stopped the drum, was silent for a moment, did not look back, and laughed loudly: "Wei Gong, after "Who in the world does not know you", there is no better farewell poem."

After a pause, he said loudly: "Why don't I write a poem."

The two talked loudly in front of thousands of people.

Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, but his smile did not diminish: "Yes!"

A group of eyes fell on Xu Qiyan again in an instant, and the students below and the civil servants on the city wall were refreshed.

In this situation, how can there be no poetry to add to the fun? With the Dafeng Poetry Champion present, the scholars will have another masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

Thinking of this, the scholars were a little excited and looked forward to Xu Qiyan's poem.

Xu Qian'an did not stop beating the drum, but became more and more intense, and the drum sound echoed. .

He did have a poem in his heart that he wanted to give to Wei Yuan.

After returning from Chuzhou, he had a heart-to-heart with Wei Yuan, and learned about Wei Yuan's plan for the King of Zhenbei, and intended to regain the military power.

It was also at that time that Xu Qian'an realized that this big blue-clad woman who had been fighting against many parties in the court had actually always wanted to regain the military power and display his ambitions, but he could not.

After Wei Yuan fought the Battle of Shanhaiguan that year, he was deprived of his military power and was pressed firmly in the court for twenty years.

Duke Wei, it has been twenty years, have you ever dreamed of returning to the battlefield and commanding the country?

He took a deep breath, accompanied by the sound of drums, and moved his qi to Dantian, and said aloud:

"Drunk and looking at the sword by lamplight, dreaming of blowing the horn in the camp! Eight hundred miles of roast meat for the subordinates, fifty strings of music from the frontier, autumn battlefield soldiers."

Wei Yuan was stunned, looking at the young man on the wall in astonishment.

Good words!

The eyes of the civil officials suddenly lit up. This sentence was about looking at the sword by lamplight in a drunken dream, as if they had returned to their military career in those days. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Combined with the current situation, they seemed to have returned to the battlefield twenty years ago, when the soldiers were recruited after the autumn, and the man in blue led the army to the battle.

This is a poem written for Wei Yuan.

Dongdongdong, Dongdongdong!

Xu Qian'an beat the drum violently and shouted: "The horse is as fast as Lu, and the bow is as loud as thunder. Complete the king's affairs and win a good reputation in life and after death!"

You worked hard for the court, and you defended the country for the royal family? What did you get in return?

Did the court cover up your achievements? Exaggerate the publicity of the King of Zhenbei? Transfer your halo bit by bit to the beast who committed massacres for his own selfishness.

The civil officials and scholars criticized you verbally and wrote, labeling you as the leader of the eunuch party, as if they had forgotten who won the Shanhaiguan battle, and who brought Dafeng twenty years of peace.

You? What did you get in return?

He stopped, and the drums disappeared.

Xu Qiyan's voice was loud, but his tone was mixed with deep melancholy, and he said word by word: "Poor white hair!"

On the top of the city, the atmosphere suddenly stagnated, and Wang Zhenwen and other civil officials stared at Xu Qiyan, chewing on the last paragraph.

An unspeakable sadness grew in my heart.

What can move literati the most is always poetry and lyrics.

In fact, the civil officials present knew what kind of person Wei Yuan was. Even if they were fighting fiercely, they agreed with Wei Yuan's character in their hearts.

It's just that their positions are different.

Poor white hair, poor white hair... At this moment, even the civil officials who had been fighting with Wei Yuan for half their lives couldn't help but feel depressed.

Biao Biao bit her lip and frowned slightly. She didn't feel anything at first, until he read the last paragraph. The feeling of sadness suddenly surged like a surging sea tide, making her

Huaiqing looked at him steadily, and there was a layer of mist in her eyes.

"Damn, what kind of crappy words are these? My nose is sore when I hear them." Jiang Lvzhong rubbed his face and muttered.

In the expeditionary team, the predecessors who participated in the Battle of Shanhaiguan all had wet eyes at this moment.

"Hahaha..."

But Wei Yuan laughed, laughed heartily, and laughed until tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

Xu Qian'an, do you know why I don't accept you as my adopted son?

Because in my heart, you are my confidant!

...

Qingyun Mountain, Yunlu Academy.

Zhao Shou stood on the top of the mountain, his Confucian robe and gray hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes seemed to penetrate the distance and saw the expeditionary team.

"The academy rose because of Dafeng, but Confucianism weakened because of Dafeng."

His eyes were calm, his tone was steady, and his eyes showed no joy or sadness.

He encouraged the righteous spirit and said loudly: "Wei Yuan, triumph!"

As soon as the words fell, the power of Confucianism escaped into the void and disappeared.

The next second, the backlash effect of the spell came, and the righteous spirit lingering on Zhao Shou collapsed. A crack appeared between his eyebrows, and it quickly extended and expanded, like a broken eggshell.

In the sub-saint temple, a clear light shot in, shining directly on Zhao Shou, and his cracked body slowly healed.

"Don't talk big easily, especially when it involves a being beyond your level. Wei Yuan, Wei Yuan, I can only help you so far. There was a Confucian saint more than two thousand years ago, but now, you are the only one in the human race who can carry this banner."

After Zhao Shou finished speaking, he bowed to the Sub-Saint Temple: "Thank you, Sub-Saint, for saving me."

Since the stone tablet of the Cheng family saint was cracked, the power of the Sub-Saint Temple has been revived.

...

There are a total of 70,000 soldiers in the military camp. In addition to 10,000 imperial guards, the other 60,000 are from the capital and the troops drawn from various states.

The remaining troops are in the three northeastern states, Xiangzhou, Yuzhou, and Jingzhou.

The 70,000 troops in the capital will be divided into four routes to the three northeastern states, and 20,000 of them will go to Chuzhou in the northern border by water.

Xu Erlang is among these 20,000 soldiers.

For things like marching, the more people there are, the more trouble it is. Therefore, when going on a large-scale expedition, it is usually divided into groups and then assembled somewhere.

What does it mean to have 70,000 people go to war?

The endless crowd of people, with no end in sight.

The army set off along the official road. Wei Yuan looked back at the capital for the last time and thought of the boy's words for no reason.

I have done the king's business, won a good reputation before and after his death, but now I am old and gray... Wei Yuan smiled and whispered to himself:

"No need to complain for me, I am loyal to my country, I am loyal to the country and the people, you should understand me."

The army moved forward slowly, 70,000 people were silent, only the wheels were rumbling, the horses were neighing, and the armor was colliding.

In the atmosphere of these sounds, the soldiers suddenly heard a song coming from the horizon.

"The wolf smoke rises, the mountains and rivers look north, the dragon rises and the horse neighs, the sword is like frost... My heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River, who can resist in the twenty years of vicissitudes..."

Some people turned around blankly, and some were immersed in the song.

"I hate to wield my sword, how many loyal brothers and sisters are buried in a foreign land... Why should I hesitate to die for my country? I can't help but sigh and sigh, tears in my eyes..."

"The horses go south, and the people look north. The people look north, and the grass is green and the dust is flying. I want to defend the land and open up the borders. The Central Plains will let all directions come to congratulate me."

On the hillside in the distance, a rider stood, singing like a lunatic.

Who can resist in the twenty years of vertical and horizontal?

It must be triumphant.

Duke Wei!

...

Sitianjian, Baguatai.

The supervisor in white clothes did not sit at the table this time, but stood on the edge, looking expressionlessly at the expeditionary team outside the capital.

"The curtain has been opened." The supervisor whispered.

"The curtain has been raised?"

A deep voice came from behind, slowly saying: "If so, how can I, the protagonist, be missing, right, teacher."

The Supervisor ignored him and sighed: "Looking at Dafeng, the only one who is capable of leading troops to "Jingshan City" is Wei Yuan, and it must be him."

Yang Qianhuan opened his mouth, unable to refute.

The Supervisor retracted his gaze and said: "How can you be promoted if your heart is not calm?"

Yang Qianhuan was silent for a moment, and said: "Teacher, I haven't left the Sitianjian for many days. I'm afraid that people outside don't know my reputation. I don't know that there is a Yang Qianhuan in the Sitianjian. I feel unwilling."

Where did you get your reputation?

The supervisor almost pinched his brows and said in a deep voice: "Xu Qi'an did not go to the battle."

Yang Qianhuan was stunned: "What does it have to do with me?"

The supervisor said to himself: "But he is beating drums and writing lyrics on the top of the city, attracting everyone's attention."

Beating drums and writing lyrics on the top of the city, attracting everyone's attention... Yang Qianhuan was trembling with envy

After a while, he gritted his teeth and said: "Teacher, I want to be promoted to the third rank!"

The supervisor smiled, and at this time, Chu Caiwei ran up and shouted: "Teacher, teacher, Senior Brother Song Qing brought other senior brothers to make trouble. "

"Hmm?"

"Song said that creation requires passion, and they refuse monotonous, repetitive work. They refuse to refine standard instruments."

The supervisor finally pinched his brows and said calmly: "Tell them that Yang Qianhuan was imprisoned in the third underground floor and was struck by lightning and burned by fire because of his disobedience to his teacher."

Chu Caiwei nodded: "Okay, then Song and his brothers will work obediently. The teacher is really smart to come up with such a wonderful plan."

This has nothing to do with cleverness... Yang Qianhuan complained in his heart.

The supervisor sighed and pinched his brows again.

Chu Caiwei did not realize that Yang complained about her IQ, nor did she care about the supervisor's pinching of his brows. She ran to the supervisor in small steps, first glanced at the table, and saw that there was only wine but no food. She looked back in disappointment and said mysteriously:

"Teacher, I have a question for you...."

The supervisor suddenly felt relieved.

"I found some strange spells in a rare book. Can you take a look at them for me?"

Chu Caiwei said as she took out a neatly folded piece of paper from her bosom.

.....

"On the third day after Erlang left, I missed him, missed him, missed him..."

Xu Qian'an wrote in his diary.

I was busy with the affairs of the mansion and immersed in practice in the past two days. Until today, I took time to check the daily records of the late emperor, but I couldn't understand it, so I began to miss Erlang.

Before Xu Erlang left, he wrote down all the daily records of the late emperor, of course, in cursive script.

The length is too long, and using cursive script saves more time. He is about to go to war with the army, so he has no time to write well.

But this thing has a fixed way of writing, and it is difficult for non-readers to understand.

Besides Erlang, the only one who has studied in the family is Lingyue, but Lingyue only reads a little bit and has never learned cursive script, so she can't understand it.

"The Emperor's Diary is so important that it cannot be shown to anyone casually. We must find a new one."

Xu Qian'an thought about it and found that he knew very few scholars. There was only one Chu Yuanzhen in the Tiandihui, but he went with the army.

In the family, Erlang was the only scholar, and it was impossible to expect his second uncle and aunt to translate for him.

In the night watchman's office, Chun Ge, Ting Feng, Guangxiao can be trusted, but their cultural level is not comparable to mine.

The scholars in Yunlu Academy can do it, but the two-hour round trip is really too long. Well, let Li Miaozhen take me to the sky and fly directly there...

Huaiqing is too smart. He directly took out a record of the Emperor's Diary and asked her to translate it. She must ask a lot of questions.

By the way, Lin'an is OK.

Although this girl is stupid, you can't underestimate her cultural level. After all, she is a royal princess, and basic skills such as calligraphy are no problem.

Xu Qian'an thought about it and finally chose Lin'an.

He immediately took a thick stack of papers, put it in his pocket, rode on the mare, and went to the night watchman's office.

After Erlang went to the war, he could no longer disguise himself as Xu Erlang and use the official badge of Shujishi to enter and leave the imperial city freely. But it doesn't matter, he still has a wide network of contacts.

The night watchman's Yinluo can enter and leave the imperial city freely, and patrolling the imperial city has always been one of the duties of the Yinluo.

Xu Qi'an borrowed Chun Ge's waist badge, put on his original uniform, disguised himself as Li Yuchun, and rode Chun Ge's mount to enter the imperial city smoothly.

....

Lin'an Mansion.

Xu Qi'an imitated Chun Ge's demeanor, came to the door of the mansion, and said to the guards: "I am Li Yuchun, Xu Qi'an's former superior and also a close friend. I want to see Princess Lin'an for something."

The reason why he said this was to be able to see Lin'an smoothly, otherwise, Her Highness the Princess could not be seen by just a Yinluo.

Whether it was the three words "Xu Qi'an" or the silver gong itself, it was enough to make the guards at the gate give him some face. Without asking, they only said "wait a moment".

Then he hurried into the mansion to report.

Sure enough, when he heard that it was Xu Qi'an's close friend, Lin'an immediately summoned him and chose to meet him in the reception room.

With charming and affectionate peach blossom eyes, full of inner charm, people can't help but think of the queen of the nightclub. Sitting behind the big desk, she put on a noble look that didn't match her temperament, and said in a flat tone:

"What does Li Yinluo want to see me for?"

"Lin'an, it's me. It's not convenient to talk here. Let's go to a more secluded place." Xu Qi'an said in a voice transmission.

Bian Bian's pretended noble expression immediately collapsed, and her eyebrows and eyes were filled with uncontrollable smiles, but she quickly suppressed it, looked at the palace maids, and ordered:

"I have important matters to discuss with Li Yinluo, you are not allowed to disturb me."

In the study room without palace maids and eunuchs, Lin An was surprised and whispered:

"Ah, why are you here? I was thinking that after Xu Cijiu went to war, you can't disguise yourself as him to come to play with me."

It would be easy to just come to play with you. His Highness Huaiqing will help me...Xu Qian'an walked to the desk and said:

"I came to see His Highness this time for an important matter. Um, can His Highness read cursive script? I have a copy of cursive script here and I would like His Highness to read it to me."

Bian Bian was overjoyed when she heard it, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes!"

Finally, she had the opportunity to show off her amazing talent in front of the dog servant.

Sure enough, even if she was a poor student, that was only relative. As a princess, how could she not have some knowledge? Xu Qianan stood by the table and happily took out the paper from his arms.

Suddenly, his expression froze and his pupils froze.

On the desk, there was a book called "Dragon Vein Geomancy Map".