Nightwatcher

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

Lin'an and Huaiqing at the top of the city were civil and military officials. The expedition team under the city and the people on the streets. .

Xu Qi'an stopped the drumming and was silent for a moment without looking back. He laughed loudly and said: "Wei Gong, after "No one in the world knows you", there is no other farewell poem like his."

After a pause, he said loudly: "Why don't you write a poem for me?"

The two talked loudly in front of thousands of people.

Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, his smile not diminishing: "Yes!"

A cluster of eyes suddenly fell on Xu Qian again, and the students below and the civil servants at the top of the city were refreshed.

How could this situation be without poetry to add to the fun? With Dafeng Shikui present, Shilin would like to have one more masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

Thinking of this, the readers got a little excited and were looking forward to Xu Qi'an's poems.

Xu Qi'an did not stop beating the drum. Instead, it became more and more intense, and the drum beat echoed loudly.

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 talk with Wei Yuan. He learned about Wei Yuan's plan for King Zhenbei and intended to regain military power.

It was also at that time that Xu Qi'an realized that this great Qingyi, who was competing with many parties in the court, had always wanted to take charge of the army again and display his ambitions, but he was unable to do so.

After Wei Yuan finished the Battle of Shanhaiguan, he was deprived of his military power and imprisoned in the court for twenty years.

Wei Gong, it has been twenty years, have you ever dreamed of returning to the battlefield and giving guidance to the country?

He took a deep breath, and along with the sound of drums, he moved his energy to Dantian and said loudly:

"I read the sword while I was drunk, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company! Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, the sound of fifty strings tumbling beyond the Great Wall, and the autumn order of troops on the battlefield."

Wei Yuan was stunned and looked at the young man on the city wall in astonishment.

good words!

The eyes of all the civil servants suddenly lit up. This sentence refers to reading the sword in a drunken dream, as if they had returned to their military career.

Combined with the current scene, they seemed to have returned to the battlefield twenty years ago where Qiu Hou ordered troops, and the man in Qingyi led the army to the expedition.

This is a poem written for Wei Yuan.

Boom, boom, boom!

Xu Qi'an beat the drum violently and said in a loud voice: "The horse is so fast, the bow is as fast as a thunderbolt. It will end the affairs of the king and the world, and win fame in life and in life!"

You worked hard for the imperial court, you defended the country for the royal family, what did you get in exchange?

The imperial court covered up your achievements, exaggerated and promoted the King of Zhenbei, and transferred your halo bit by bit to the beast who committed atrocities that massacred the city for his own selfish purposes.

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

What did you get in exchange?

He paused and the drum beat died down.

Xu Qian's voice was loud, but his tone was mixed with deep melancholy, and he said word by word: "What a pity it happened in vain!"

On the top of the city, the atmosphere suddenly stagnated. Wang Zhenwen and other civil servants looked at Xu Qian blankly, chewing on the last paragraph.

An unspeakable sadness grew in my heart.

Poems and lyrics are always the ones that most impress literati.

In fact, all the civil servants present knew what kind of person Wei Yuan was. Even if their eyes turned red, they recognized Wei Yuan's character in their hearts.

It's just a different stance.

Poor Bai happened, poor Bai happened. At this moment, even the civil servants who had been fighting with Wei Yuan for half their lives couldn't help feeling depressed.

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

Huaiqing looked at him steadily, with a layer of mist in his eyes.

"Damn, what nonsense are you talking about? It makes my nose feel sore." Jiang Lvzhong rubbed his face and muttered.

In the expedition team, the eyes of the seniors who had participated in the Shanhaiguan Battle were moist at this moment.

"Hahaha"

Wei Yuan smiled, heartily and with tears in his eyes.

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

Because in my heart, you are a confidant!

Qingyun Mountain, Yunlu Academy.

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

"Academies rose because of Dafeng, but Confucianism declined because of Dafeng."

His eyes were calm, his tone was calm, and his eyes were neither happy nor sad.

He was full of righteousness and said loudly: "Wei Yuan, triumphant!"

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

The next second, the backlash effect of the spell came, and the awe-inspiring righteousness surrounding Zhao Shou suddenly dissipated. A gap opened between his eyebrows, and it quickly extended and expanded, like a broken eggshell.

In the Yasheng Temple, a clear light came and shone directly on Zhao Shou, and his chapped body slowly healed.

"Don't speak big words lightly, especially when it involves a being who transcends rank. Wei Yuan, Wei Yuan, I can only help you so far. There was a Confucian sage more than two thousand years ago, but now, you are the only one in the human race who can carry this big thing. Flag."

After Zhao Shou finished speaking, he bowed to Ya Sheng: "Thank you Ya Sheng for saving me."

Ever since the Cheng Sage's stone tablet cracked, the power of Yasheng Temple has been revived.

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

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

The 70,000 troops here in the capital were divided into four groups to go to the three northeastern states, and 20,000 of them took the water route to Chuzhou in the north.

Xu Erlang was among the 20,000 troops.

In matters like marching, the more people there are, the more troublesome it is. Therefore, when a large-scale expedition is carried out, the troops are usually divided into groups, and then the troops are assembled and reunited somewhere.

What is the concept of 70,000 people going on an expedition?

There is a huge crowd with no end or end in sight.

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

After finishing the affairs of the king and the world, and winning fame both during and after his death, his pity was in vain. Wei Yuan smiled and whispered to himself:

"There is no need to complain about me. Serve the country with loyalty. I am loyal to the country and the people. You should understand me."

The army moved forward slowly, and the 70,000 people were silent. There was only the rattling of wheels, the neighing of horses, and the clash of armor.

In the atmosphere of these intertwined sounds, the soldiers suddenly heard singing coming from the horizon.

"Wolf smoke is rising, the mountains and rivers are looking north, dragons are curling up, horses are neighing, swords are like frost, my heart is like the boundless water of the Yellow River, who can resist in twenty years?"

Some people turned their heads and looked around blankly, while others were immersed in the singing.

"Hate is directed at me with a sword. How many loyal souls of my brothers and sisters have their bones buried in a foreign country? How can I die to serve my country? I can't bear to sigh and feel speechless, but my eyes are full of blood and tears."

"The horses' hooves go south, and people look north. People look north, and the grass is green and the yellow dust is flying. I am willing to defend the land and reopen the frontier. The majestic Central Plains will let all the four sides come to congratulate me."

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

Who can resist in twenty years?

It must be a triumph.

Wei Gong!

Si Tianjian, Bagua Station.

Jian Zheng, dressed in white as snow, did not sit by the desk this time, but stood on the edge, expressionlessly looking at the expedition team outside the capital.

"The curtain has opened." Jian Zheng said in a low voice.

"The curtain has risen?"

From behind, a deep voice came, saying slowly: "If that's the case, how can I, the protagonist, be left out, right, teacher?"

Jian Zheng ignored him and sighed: "Looking at Dafeng, the only one who has the ability to lead troops to "Jingshan City" is Wei Yuan, and it must be him."

Yang Qianhuan opened his mouth, unable to refute.

Jian Zheng withdrew his gaze and said, "How can you be promoted if your heart is not at peace?"

Yang Qianhuan was silent for a moment and said: "Teacher, I have not left Si Tianjian for many days. People in the outside world may not know my reputation anymore. I don't know that there is a Yang Qianhuan in Si Tianjian. I am unwilling to do so."

Where did you get your reputation?

Jian Zheng almost pinched his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Xu Qi'an did not go on an expedition."

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

The prisoner was minding his own business and said, "But he was beating drums and composing lyrics at the top of the city, attracting everyone's attention."

Beating drums and composing lyrics at the top of the city, everyone was watching and 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. At this time, Chu Caiwei ran up and shouted: "Teacher, teacher, senior brother Song Qing and other senior brothers are causing trouble."

"Um?"

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

Jian Zheng finally pinched his brows and said in a calm tone: "Tell them that Yang Qianhuan was imprisoned on the third floor underground for disobeying his master and was punished by being struck by lightning and burned."

Chu Caiwei nodded: "Okay, then senior brothers Song will work obediently. The teacher is so smart to come up with such a wonderful strategy."

This has nothing to do with being smart, right? Yang Qianhuan complained in his heart.

Jian Zheng sighed and pinched his eyebrows again.

Chu Caiwei didn't realize that Senior Brother Yang was complaining about her IQ, nor did she care about Teacher Jian Zheng's pinching of eyebrows. She ran to Jian Zheng in small steps, took a look at the table first, and saw that there was only wine and no food, and she looked away in disappointment. The mysterious way:

"Teacher, I want to ask you a question"

Jian Zheng suddenly felt relieved.

"I found some wonderful incantations in an orphan 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 arms.

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

Xu Qian wrote this in his diary.

The past two days have been busy with affairs in the house and immersed in spiritual practice. Until today, I took the time to check the late emperor's daily life record, but I couldn't understand it, so I started to miss Erlang.

Before Xu Erlang left, he wrote down all the records of the late emperor's daily life silently. Of course, he still used cursive script.

The article is too long, and cursive writing saves time. He is about to go to war with the army and has no time to write properly.

However, this thing has a fixed way of writing, which is difficult for non-readers to understand.

Apart from Erlang, the only person in the family who has read a book is Lingyue, but Lingyue only studies to a certain extent and has never learned cursive script, so she cannot read it.

"Something as important as the late emperor's daily life records cannot be shown to others casually. They must find new ones."

Xu Qi'an turned around in his mind and found that he knew very few scholars. There was only one Chu Yuanzhen in the Tiandi Society, but he went out with the army.

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

I can trust the three people who work at the yamen, Chun Ge, Tingfeng and Guangxiao, but their cultural level is not the same as mine.

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

Huaiqing was so smart that he directly took out a record of the late emperor's daily life and asked her to translate it. She would definitely ask questions.

By the way, Lin'an is fine.

Although this girl is clumsy, you can't underestimate her cultural level. She is a royal princess after all, and basic skills like calligraphy are no problem.

Xu Qian thought for a while and finally chose Lin'an.

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

After Erlang went to war, he could not disguise himself as Xu Erlang and use the Shuji sergeant card to freely enter and exit the imperial city. But it doesn't matter, he still has a wide network of connections.

The watchman Yin Luo can freely enter and leave the imperial city, and patrolling the imperial city has always been one of Yin Luo's responsibilities.

Xu Qi'an borrowed Brother Chun's badge, put on his original uniform, disguised himself as Li Yuchun, rode Brother Chun's horse, and successfully entered the imperial city.

Lin'an Mansion.

Xu Qi'an imitated Brother Chun's demeanor, came to the door of the mansion, and said to the guard: "I, Li Yuchun, Xu Qi'an's former superior and best friend. I have something to ask to see Princess Lin'an."

The reason why he said this was so that he could see Lin'an smoothly. Otherwise, the princess would not be able to meet her just by meeting him with a silver gong.

Whether it was the words "Xu Qi'an" or the silver gong itself, it was enough for the guard guarding the door to give him a bit of mercy. He didn't ask any questions, but just said "wait a moment".

He hurried into the mansion to report.

Sure enough, upon hearing that he was Xu Qi'an's best friend, Lin'an immediately summoned him and chose to be in the living room.

She has charming and passionate peach blossom eyes, full of inner charm, which makes people unconsciously think of the little nightclub queen. She sat behind the big case, put on a dignified look that was inconsistent with her temperament, and said in a calm tone:

"What does Li Yinluo want from me?"

"Lin'an, it's me. It's not convenient to talk here. Please find a more secluded place." Xu Qian said through the message.

The dignified expression that Chiang Chi pretended to be immediately collapsed, and her eyes were filled with uncontrollable smiles. She quickly held back, looked at the maids, and ordered:

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

In the study room where there were no palace maids or eunuchs, Lin'an was surprised and whispered:

"Ah, why are you here? I'm still thinking that after Xu Cijiu goes to war, you can no longer look like him and come to play with me."

It would be easy if I just came to play with you. His Highness Huaiqing would help me. Xu Qian walked to the desk and said:

"I came to see His Highness this time for something important. Well, does Your Highness know how to read cursive script? I have a cursive script here that I would like to ask Your Highness to read to me."

When Xia Xia heard this, he was so happy that he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Finally got a chance to show off her amazing talent in front of the dog slave.

Sure enough, even if he is a scumbag, it is relative. As a princess, how can he not have some ink in his stomach? Xu Qi'an stood at the table and happily took out the paper in his arms.

Suddenly, his expression froze and his pupils suddenly solidified.

On the desk, there is a book "Dragon Vein Kanyu Map".