Confucian and Taoist scholar

Ye Jinghong said contemptuously: "His Royal Highness the King of Yan has a very high status in the court, but in the literary world, you are not qualified to be compared with me. In terms of seniority, Ye is the elder, so His Highness the King of Yan should not argue with me.

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"No, today my king will definitely grind ink for Mr. Du. This is Yuanzhou, and I am the biggest. I have the final say."

King Yan also refused to give in and became more serious with Ye Jinghong.

"It's ridiculous. I, Ye Jinghong, used to be a figure in the literary world. Let alone a prince of the royal family. Under the semi-saint level, there are not many people who can surpass me in the literary world."

A look of pride appeared on Ye Jinghong's face. He was not afraid of the identity of King Yan at all. Coupled with his identity as a great scholar from other clans, even the emperor had to give in.

"Mr. Ye, are you challenging me? Very good, I need such a provocation."

King Yan also looked serious and confronted Ye Jinghong.

There is an invisible smell of gunpowder in the air.

The surrounding generals saw that the situation was not good and took several steps back.

No one, whether it was King Yan or Ye Jinghong, dared to provoke them, so no one dared to stand up and persuade them to make peace.

Someone winked at Du Ning. Now only Du Ning can be the peacemaker.

Du Ning didn't want the two of them to quarrel with each other, so he stepped forward and said: "Two well-intentioned students understand that you are both elders, and you should not be allowed to grind your ink due to emotion or reason, so you should let the students do it on their own!"<

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After finishing speaking, he quickly took the inkstone from Ye Jinghong's hand.

Ye Jinghong and King Yan looked at each other, and both saw their admiration for Du Ning in each other's eyes, and suddenly laughed in tacit understanding.

The generals breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, it was Du Ning who could persuade them both.

After Duning finished grinding the ink, he put the paper in place and pressed it down with a paperweight.

"After the student came to the Western Regions, he served under the King of Yan. He lived and died with all the soldiers. Along the way, there were swords, guns, halberds, and life and death. Even though he had accomplished some minor feats, he did not dare to be proud of himself. Just now, His Highness the King of Yan said that I should return to the capital.

After that, he was bound to be granted the title of Marquis, and he felt complicated, so he wrote a poem and presented it to the three armies."

After Du Ning finished speaking, he picked up his pen and wrote a poem: "If the country is in the war, how can the people survive and enjoy Qiao Su?"

These two lines of poetry made everyone present feel a sense of sadness.

"Ze" means water, "Zeguo" means "water town", the word "ru" is the same as the word "ru", "qiao" means cutting firewood, and "su" means cutting grass.

It means that the country is fighting everywhere, just like a picture depicting war, and the people don’t know where to go to make a living.

"The country is at war, but the people are suffering! Once the enemy forces break through the city, the people will be homeless."

"A lot of the food and grass in the army are donated by the common people. They trust us and are our strongest support. We cannot lose and have no reason to lose. If we lose, we will not be able to face our fellow villagers and would rather die on the battlefield.

Don’t be a shameful defeated general!”

"Well said! If a man serves his country, why should he fear that he will be buried in horse leather?"

The soldiers were very motivated and would rather die on the charge than lose the battle.

Du Ning took a deep breath and continued to write: "Don't let the king say anything about the matter of being a marquis. One general will accomplish the feat and ten thousand bones will wither."

Everyone changed their expressions. The last two lines of the poem were written by Du Ning to King Yan, urging him not to mention the matter of becoming a marquis. There was no telling how many soldiers’ blood was behind this honor.

King Yan's expression also became very complicated, and he lowered his head slightly, which was very unpleasant.

He is looking forward to making Du Ning a marquis because he has high hopes for Du Ning.

But Du Ning used poetry to express his views and attitudes on the matter of becoming a marquis. The sacrifices and costs behind becoming a marquis were too great, and they were all obtained with the sacrifices of thousands of people.

It's not that Du Ning doesn't want to be granted a title, but he doesn't dare to enjoy such a title. Even if he made great contributions in the battle, he can't forget the sacrifices of those soldiers who died on the battlefield.

It should not be Du Ning who should be the real marquis, but the soldiers.

This is the honor they deserve!

King Yan sighed in his heart. If it were any other scholar, he would definitely be very happy when he mentioned the title of Marquis. After all, this is also a matter of honoring the ancestors. Only Du Ning showed mercy to the soldiers who died in the battlefield.

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To be fair, the title of Marquis is indeed worthy of everyone's happiness, but it was also achieved by the soldiers who fought with their blood and lives. Their contribution cannot be forgotten, otherwise their souls in heaven will not be able to find comfort.

"Okay!"

Ye Jinghong couldn't help but said: "What a 'one general's success and ten thousand bones withered', how full of grief and anger, how majestic!"

"A generation of famous generals are fought out from thousands of armies, and countless comrades sacrificed their lives and blood for the survival of the soldiers. Those who sacrificed will be posthumously granted titles by the court, while those who are still alive will be promoted to higher ranks.

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"Lord Du doesn't care about being granted a title of lord or a prime minister at all. What he cares about is the precious lives of the soldiers and the integrity of Yun Kingdom's land. Even though the title of a lord and a title of prime minister can bring glory to the ancestors, the sacrificed officers and soldiers cannot enjoy this kind of treatment.

They are all meritorious officials, and only the living ones are heroes!"

"It's really sad, annoying, and lamentable..."

Many people had tears in their eyes and were moved by Du Ning's poem, especially the last line, "One general's success leads to the death of thousands of bones", which was simply the finishing touch, making this poem a qualitative sublimation.

"Ashamed, ashamed."

King Yan put down his airs as a prince and said to Du Ning: "I was too abrupt and thought poorly. I shouldn't have stressed that you can be granted the title of marquis. I apologize to you."

"It doesn't matter, Your Majesty, you don't have to be like this."

Du Ning waved his hand, indicating that he didn't take it to heart.

Even so, King Yan could not calm down for a while, and he even felt even more ashamed.

Du Ning dipped his brush in ink and added the title "Impressions of Joining the Army", and then added "Title on the first day of October in the 41st year of Jingwen".

Map of Zeguo Jiangshan entering the war,

How can the living people enjoy the woodcutters?

Don't talk about the matter of enfeoffing the marquis.

One general's success and ten thousand bones withered.

Talent bursts out from the page, turning into a beam of light and shooting straight into the sky.

Everyone showed shocked expressions. I didn't expect that Du Ning's poem would have such a strong vision. It's really not simple.

Ye Jinghong saw this very familiar scene and was very excited. He couldn't help but blurt out: "I'm so angry, this is a poem handed down from ancient times. The last time I saw a poem handed down from ancient times was when I was studying in the Ke family of Suzhou Literary Academy in the Liao Kingdom.

A time of peace."

"This poem indeed has the talent to be passed down from generation to generation, especially the line 'One general's success will lead to the death of thousands of bones', which will surely be passed down for hundreds of generations and serve as an aphorism for every reader."

"Young master Du is a great talent. His reputation is not as good as the first sight. I admire him!"

Countless people gave Du Ning a thumbs up, and they were convinced.

The next moment, that majestic talent poured into Du Ning's literary palace and turned into a bright star.

Afterwards, Du Ning closed his eyes and entered the Wen Palace.

In the Wen Palace, Duning's own talent grew from a "river" to a "lake".

There is a silver sword in the "lake", which is as bright as the moonlight at night.

This is the ancient sword that Du Ning condensed with his own talent.

Du Ning was overjoyed. He had broken through the bottleneck of the eighth-grade candidate, entered the seventh-grade realm of Confucianism and Taoism, and became a Jinshi. His talent and strength were rapidly enhanced, and the Wen Gong Ancient Sword took shape.

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With the Wen Gong Ancient Sword, Du Ning's Wen Zhan strength will be greatly improved.

If you want the Wen Gong Ancient Sword to exert indestructible power, you have to use sword sharpening tools.

The better the quality of the whetstone, the more powerful the edge will be.

Between two Jinshi at the same level, whoever has a stronger Wen Gong Ancient Sword will have a much higher chance of winning.

There are also some geniuses whose Wen Gong ancient swords are particularly powerful. They can rival Hanlin when they are Jinshi, and can rival Grand Bachelors when they are Hanlin, but they are only a minority after all.

When Du Ning participated in the Academy Competition, Half-Saint Fan Qianfeng gave him a Kunlun millstone, which is a rare treasure in the world.

If you use the Kunlun Stone to hone ancient swords, you will be able to challenge even higher levels.

When he opened his eyes again, a powerful aura emanated from the inside out, making everyone look very shocked.

Du Ning restrained his breath and looked as usual.

"Congratulations to Mr. Du for being promoted to the seventh rank. What a joy."

"There is no one who has ever made a breakthrough with poems and prose handed down from ancient times."

"He is truly a well-deserved genius."

Everyone congratulated one after another.

"You're welcome."

Du Ning returned the favor one by one. This time joining the battle with the army really made him realize a lot of things and gained a lot.

It is reasonable to be promoted to a Confucian and Taoist scholar.

Ye Jinghong smiled and said: "I didn't expect you to become a Jinshi so quickly. Once the notice from the Holy Academy comes, you can go to Kongcheng to participate in the Jinshi-level trials of various countries. This year, our country, Yun, will rely on you to win glory in the literary world.

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"Mr. Ye, don't worry. If a student is lucky enough to participate in the trials of various countries, he should do his best and not disgrace the name of a student of the Yun Kingdom."

Du Ning readily agreed because he won first place in the competition at the National Academy of Sciences and was the most qualified candidate to represent the Yun Kingdom in the trials of various nations.

He is mentally prepared to go to Kongcheng at any time to participate in the trials of various countries.

King Yan said: "I very much hope that you can achieve excellent results in the trials of various countries. Our country of Yun can win, we can also accept losing, and we can afford to lose, but you have to remember that if you want to lose, it is a loss."

No matter how ugly it is, we can never lose to the Liao people. This is the most basic bottom line."

Many people clenched their fists. Now that the relationship between the Yun Kingdom and the Liao Kingdom is severed, the tit-for-tat in the trials of various countries will become more intense. If the rules are followed, they will defeat the opponent at all costs.

Ye Jinghong said: "His Royal Highness, King Yan, there is no need to worry too much. With Du Ning's talent, it is absolutely impossible for him to lose to the Liao people. I have never seen any Liao people who can be his opponents. At that time, the Ke family scholars in the Liao country were fighting in Wendu."

In Suzhou, no one could beat Du Ning in a game."

"I absolutely trust Du Ning," King Yan said seriously.

Du Ning said seriously: "No matter what, I will try my best."

King Yan added: "Since Du Ning donated this poem to the three armies, I will keep it on behalf of the officers and men of the three armies."

Before he finished speaking, he waved his big hand gently, and the space in front of him fluctuated.

Everything is in your sleeves!

The manuscript of that poem was sucked into the space fluctuations and stored in King Yan's personal talent space.

Many generals looked at King Yan with envy and jealousy. It was the original manuscript of Du Ning's poem. With Du Ning's reputation and status in the literary world, it was definitely a very rare thing.

Moreover, Du Ning's calligraphy has been successful, and the words he writes are more valuable.

In the future, Du Ning will definitely become a great scholar, and Du Ning's early works will become more and more precious as time goes by.

Ye Jinghong didn't care. This poem was given to the three armies, so naturally he didn't share it.

But the scholars in the army were very jealous and could not allow King Yan to monopolize it.

"Your Highness King Yan, this is a poem that Du Ning gave to our three armies. You won't always keep it in your sleeve, right?"

Some people have raised doubts. In normal times, they would let King Yan, but in the literary world, they would not let King Yan.

"Don't end up putting it in your own pocket. Don't put the advice on paper and hang it in the hall so everyone can see it."

"Yes, this is fair to all of us."

There was a slight change in King Yan's expression. It is said that public anger is hard to offend. Once everyone is disgusted, even if he is King Yan, it will be very difficult to deal with work here in Yuanzhou in the future.

"Who do you think I am? What is my identity? How can I occupy this poem alone? I am only keeping it temporarily. I will definitely display it and hang it on the wall in the future. This is something that belongs to all of us."

King Yan has a serious attitude.

After hearing King Yan's explanation, everyone felt relieved.

King Yan is a prince, so he will stick to his word and will not deceive everyone.

Everyone still believes this.

But before installing this poem, King Yan will definitely hide it in his own talent space. It is also a beautiful thing to read it when you have nothing to do.

Du Ning couldn't laugh or cry when he saw this. Scholars like poems and songs, and they still love poetry even when they are in the army.

"It's getting late. I'm here to give you some wine."

King Yan gave the order, and the soldiers immediately poured a bowl of wine for everyone, and he also poured a bowl for himself.

"Everyone who returns to the court today will first accept the reward from the imperial court. I would like to congratulate you on your promotion with this bowl of wine. Now that the Yun Kingdom has a mysterious cannon, we will definitely be able to defeat the barbarians and Xiongnu as soon as possible and drive them out of the Yun Kingdom.

I respect you by doing this first.”

After King Yan finished speaking, he drank the bowl of wine in one go.

"Do it!"

Everyone also drank the wine in one gulp, and then there was a "clang, clang, clang, clang" sound, and the wine bowl was smashed to the ground.

"Du Ning, Mr. Ye, please take care of yourself."

King Yan took a step back and bowed to Ye Jinghong and Du Ning.

The two of them bowed and bowed in return. It didn't look like a prince bidding farewell to his subordinates, but rather a farewell between close friends.

The teams returning to Beijing also saluted each other and bid farewell to the army, temporarily bidding farewell to the comrades and brothers who had been with them day and night during this period.

"Let's set off and return to Beijing." Ye Jinghong said loudly.

The soldiers mounted their war horses, transported many cattle, sheep and gold and silver brought from the grassland palace, and marched towards the direction of Yun Kingdom.

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