The country is unparalleled, I have achieved hundreds of millions

Yuefu poems were still about gender equality, a classic image immediately appeared in Yun Yongan's mind, a heroic woman who joined the army instead of her father.

"There is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to hell, you break in." Yun Yongan sneered, "For the sake of your gray hair, I planned to let you go, since you are looking for death, don't Blame me for not respecting the old and loving the young."

"Qiaoer, help me grind ink!"

"Okay, husband!"

Lin Nianqiao obediently walked to another table, poured the best clear spring into the inkstone, and slowly grinded it with the ink ingot.

Not to be outdone, Du Moye turned his head and shouted, "Disciple, come and help master grind ink."

However, he forgot one very important thing.

His apprentice Lin Liangtuo has been dragged out, and no one responded to him, only the audience whispered and laughed indistinctly.

Du Moye could only smile embarrassingly, and took the inkstone to grind it himself: "Young people are delicate, and we old-school literati all grind ink by ourselves."

"Researching ink can relax the mind and improve inspiration. You actually hand over such an important matter to others. You say, aren't young people nowadays too delicate?"

Du Moye asked the surroundings, but most of the people remained silent, only a few old men who had good friends with him responded indifferently.

Instead of alleviating the embarrassment, it made Du Moye even more embarrassed.

Yun Yong'an stood in the center of the hall with his hands behind his back, looking at the carved beams and painted buildings of the hall, he was independent from the world, floating like a fairy.

Not only Lin Nianqiao, but also Linghu Youyi, many literati present, looked at Yun Yongan's back, and they were a little crazy.

At the same time, in the inner room of the Hall of Qiming, Wan Siyun, a scholar who was quietly watching through the screen, was reporting to Emperor Daxian Li Zhengmin.

"Your Majesty, Yong'an talented scholars are really talented. The last poem has already reached the level of Mingzhou, with a single word. This Yuefu poem is very likely to reach the level of being passed on to the world. Although the aura is weak now, the poems that are passed on to the world Wen's appearance may cause unconcealable visions."

Compared to Wan Siyun, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, Li Zhengmin was much calmer. He raised his cup and took a sip of strong tea, and then he spoke cheerfully.

"Of course he's talented. If he wasn't so talented, I wouldn't have allowed my precious daughter to associate with him. It's still the kind where all the girls serve one husband."

Wan Siyun hastily reported: "Your Majesty, it's not time to be fully exposed. Our strength cannot be maintained stable!"

"Scholar Wan, you've got a picture," Li Zhengmin laughed. "Paper can't contain fire." The inheritance from ancient times is not only obtained by my royal family, not only by my Daxian Empire. "

"Genius is among the people, and they cling to their strength and refuse to let go. In the end, they will only repeat the mistakes of the past under the iron hooves of the great powers..."

"But!"

Wan Siyun still wanted to persuade, but was interrupted by Li Zhengmin raised his hand, "Scholar Wan, I am very aware of your worries, don't worry, I will control the extent of the spread of the news, it is not yet the time to let everyone know. "

Seeing that the emperor showed a confident attitude, Wan Siyun could only withdraw his idea of ​​persuasion, sat in the inner room, looked at the screen, and continued to spy on the main hall of Qiming Hall through the surveillance.

"Husband, it's done."

Lin Nianqiao presented the well-ground inkstone, and Yun Yongan took out a Langhao pen, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote the name of the poem on the rice paper - "Mulan Poetry".

"Chirp, chirp, chirp, Mulan is weaving. I don't hear the looming loom, but the sigh of the girl."

In just two lines and twenty words, a vivid portrait was revealed to everyone.

As a writer, Yun Yong'an felt a growing force from the end of his pen.

Yun Yongan continued to write, and wrote, "Grandpa has no older children, and Mulan has no elder brother. I would like to be a horse in the market, and I will be recruited for my grandfather from now on." After that, the power finally gathered, and the table carrying the rice paper was sent out again. There was a squeak.

"Fun, interesting."

Yun Yongan kept writing with his right hand, took out a charm from his pocket with his left hand, and pasted it on the table to temporarily strengthen its bearing capacity, so as to prevent the table from suddenly falling apart halfway through writing.

"The east market buys horses, the west market buys saddles, the south market buys bridles, and the north market buys long whips."

After another two lines of twenty words, a phantom suddenly appeared in front of Yun Yongan's eyes, a heroic woman, dressed in men's clothes, riding on a strong horse, going forward relentlessly.

Continue to write down, and write "Thousands of miles to go to the military plane, Guan Shandu is like flying. Shuo Qi spreads to the gold watchman, and the cold shines on the iron clothes." When Yun Yongan's mind was really brought to that chilling battlefield.

The two armies confronted each other, fighting with all their might, the winner lived, the loser died, fighting until the sky was dark, and killing until the blood flowed.

"Generals die in a hundred battles, and strong men return in ten years."

The time of just two lines of writing seems to have turned into ten years for Yun Yongan.

Ten years of fighting, ten years of fighting, ten years of dying, ten years of fighting.

If Yun Yong'an hadn't lived two lifetimes, and had really seen life and death, he might have already been lost in the battlefield.

"Come back to see the emperor, and the emperor will sit in the Ming hall. Twelve rounds of Ce Xun will reward hundreds of strong people."

The poem continues to write down, Yun Yongan's soul is still being tested in that environment.

Power and status, wealth and beauties constantly confuse his mind and want him to stay here.

The writing brush that was originally as light as a cicada's wing in Yun Yongan's hands has now become as heavy as a thousand catties, and voices keep ringing in his ears, beguiling him to stop and stay here, in this dream.

"Hey!"

Yun Yongan sighed, "Are you my heart demon? Or an extraterrestrial demon, you are too weak, the beauties you reward are just toys that have wiped out your mind, and they are worse than real beauties with various attributes. Too far."

"Not to mention power and wealth, don't you think that I really can't take away the power of the old man of the emperor, or do you think there are times in my life when I lack money?"

Yun Yong'an ignored these unexplorable dreams and continued to write down, the other people in the same hall were not so lucky.

The cruelty of real war is beyond the imagination of those in peacetime.

Beheaded eight thousand, slaughtered the city and exterminated the clan.

In the history books, it is just a number, but in the history, it is a living life.

When they are really thrown into the war, some people raise their knives and fight to the death, while some throw away their armor and become deserters.

Some even peed their pants in fright and collapsed on the ground begging for mercy.

Those brave people successfully survived the ten-year battle. Under the impact of wealth and fame, they could no longer support them and sank one after another.

All of a sudden, demons danced wildly in the main hall of Qiming Hall, and the Grand Scholar looked confused.

When he didn't know what to do, Yun Yongan wrote the last word and completed the whole poem.