Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

"Is this poem really so magical?"

Ning Fan was secretly surprised, but after thinking about it, he looked very proud.

He simply picked up the wine jar and started drinking with great courage.

Gudong!

Gudong!

……

The wild drinking style left everyone dumbfounded.

Just when everyone's expectations had reached their peak, Ning Fan, with a hint of drunkenness, loudly said in a heroic tone: "The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and the orchid will not be returned until the sky is broken!"

"What a good Bupo Tianlan will never return!"

Xiao Lingxi slapped the table and stood up directly.

Swish!

With Xiao Lingxi taking the lead, everyone in the room stood up like mushrooms after a spring rain.

Everyone was infected by the wild emotions and tragic atmosphere of this poem, and couldn't help but get involved in the emotion.

Even the group of people who had coldly mocked Ning Fan before could not resist the magic brought by this poem.

The prince reluctantly stood up when he saw everyone standing up.

The fourth prince realized that he was out of place, so he had no choice but to stand up...

The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and the orchid will never be returned until it is broken!

The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and the sky orchid will never be returned until it is broken

The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and the sky orchid will never be returned until it is broken

Three times in a row, everyone roared in unison, and even the frail scholar clenched his fists with a look of murderous intent in his eyes.

"Haha, Bupo Tianlan will never return it!"

"Who doesn't know that Tianlan Grassland is the holy land in the hearts of the Huns, and that is where the royal court is!"

"For hundreds of years, we, the Dakang people, have dreamed of entering the royal court of the Huns and avenging our previous shame!"

"Hahaha, I'm drunk!"

"I'm not crying!"

……

The entire cabin was completely crazy.

The song "Military March" completely rocked the audience.

Even Ning Fan didn't expect all this!

Gradually, Ning Fan's eyes became moist.

No matter how everyone is usually, when it comes to family and country affairs, everyone here seems to be truly concerned and truly invested.

"How could Lao Liu recite such a poem!"

The prince clenched his fists, with admiration, jealousy and envy in his eyes.

Since the founding of Dakang, he has emphasized literature and suppressed martial arts. He is a talented scholar whose status is comparable to that of a star in later generations!

Bai Wenyuan can be on an equal footing with the prince just because of his talent and reputation!

Liu Ruyan, a brothel oiran, could participate in such a high-end banquet, isn't it because of her poetry and painting skills?

In Dakang, if you have talent, you are an absolute C-position!

Bai Wenyuan's face turned pale, and he sat slumped there, lost in thought.

In the entire Dakang and younger generation literary circles, he, Bai Wenyuan, has always been the absolute controller!

He is an absolute leader!

A poem can often cause a sensation.

Even the price of paper that caused Anjing to rise several times!

No matter what banquet, Bai Wenyuan is the absolute most dazzling presence.

A great talent that everyone admires, a literary star from heaven to earth!

But when he met Ning Fan today, Bai Wenyuan suddenly found that he seemed to be a frog in the well!

Everyone around him is crazy about Ning Fan, but he, the most glorious person in the past, has become no one cares about!

"Your Highness the Sixth Prince, today, I will write this poem into a letter and send it to the front line!"

Xiao Lingxi came to Ning Fan and poured a glass of wine for Ning Fan herself.

The men who were going crazy suddenly became quiet.

goddess!

Their goddess Xiao Lingxi!

Actually... took the initiative to pour wine for a man?

God!

The men's eyes were all red and completely collapsed.

It’s okay that poetry is not as good as people, but now even the goddess wants to run away?

"Frontline? What are you doing sending a poem?"

Ning Fan looked confused.

"Your Highness, the Sixth Prince, your poem is so soul-stirring and heroic. Don't you think the morale of the frontline soldiers will be greatly boosted after reading it?"

Xiao Lingxi looked at Ning Fan with a smile.

"Oh, that's how it is?"

"How about I write a few more songs? Put them together and send them over?"

Ning Fan tried to ask questions.

Xiao Lingxi's eyes lit up, and she was about to nod, but was overthrown by Ning Fan himself: "Forget it, I have used up my literary thoughts today, another day, another day!"

"Miss, this poem is so well written. If it is kidnapped by the Huns on the way and said to be written by one of their talents, how will we, Da Kang, deal with it then?"

Xiaoyu came over and said.

"Yes, the border has been unstable recently, wars have broken out, and Huns' scouts have penetrated everywhere. The secret messages sent by Dakang to the border have been stolen repeatedly! Some secrets have been completely exposed to the eyes of the enemy."

Xiao Lingxi sighed.

After saying that, she suddenly turned around, looked at everyone and said loudly: "Everyone, all of you here are young and talented people who are well off today. Is there anyone who can solve this problem?"

Everyone was in trouble when they heard Xiao Lingxi's question.

Ask them to recite poems, and they'll be fine. Even if they barely write a sour poem, it still counts.

But if you ask them about their views on the war, these gentlemen and ladies know nothing about it.

"Humph, what's so difficult about this? Just use flying pigeons to pass the message, and the secret will not be stolen! Birds fly in the sky, they are very safe."

The fourth prince had been dozing all the time, but suddenly he realized that he had reached his area of ​​expertise, and immediately jumped up to show off.

"Flying pigeons delivering messages are indeed not easy to intercept! But there are also carrier pigeons that have been shot, and of course many have been lost!"

"Your Highness the Fourth Prince, can you think of a way to prevent these people from recognizing our information even if they intercept it?"

Xiao Lingxi asked hopefully.

Among all the people here, it is true that only the fourth prince is involved in the military field, and he has personally led troops.

"This one……"

The fourth prince wanted to show off, but he really couldn't think of an answer to this question.

My face turned red for a while, and I was very embarrassed.

"What's so difficult about this?"

"Just use cipher text!"

Ning Fan smiled lightly.

He did not expect that in this era, people had not yet invented cipher text communication.

You know, in modern warfare, intelligence confidentiality is a top priority.

"What is a ciphertext?"

Xiao Lingxi looked confused.

"That's what you said. Let's write a letter. Even if they get it, they won't be able to understand it."

Ning Fan said with a smile.

"how to do?"

Xiao Lingxi's tone was full of expectation.

"Simple!"

Ning Fan laughed.

Ning Fan simply pulled Xiao Lingxi aside and explained the process of the codebook clearly in a few words.

Xiao Lingxi was extremely smart, but she was stunned after hearing this.

She didn't expect that there was such a simple and easy-to-use method in the world!

If Ning Fan's methods were followed, it would be almost impossible for the intelligence to be intercepted!

"Your Highness! Have you heard about the current situation at the border? Do you have any good suggestions?"

Xiao Lingxi stared at Ning Fan with burning eyes, not caring about the looks of the people around her.

"Haha, in this season, the Huns have plenty of food. If their livestock has no fodder after autumn and the horses can't run, it won't be as hard to chew as it is now!"

Ning Fan laughed.

"Confused! Sixth Prince, I have nothing to say about your poetry writing, but you really don't understand military matters!"

came a voice.

Ning Fan frowned and looked around, and found that it was Qin Bao, the son of the current Taiwei.