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Eyebrows staring, dignified and upright, holding a long sword, looking at the guards, said: "The Son of Heaven is going to Jiangnan."

The guard immediately trembled his legs, opened the door tremblingly, and secretly glanced at the luxurious carriage fearfully from the corner of his eyes. He probably had never seen such a big scene in his life, and he might be about to collapse in front of Long Live God.

The carriage entered the house quietly, and the exquisitely crafted wheels made no noise in the rain, and the sweeping rain was filled with the imprint of time and the care of years.

The young guard held up an oiled paper umbrella with the pattern of bees swimming and butterflies dancing on it, it was really bright and beautiful, I remember that this was the umbrella Zuoqiu Jie insisted on carrying before going to the south of the Yangtze River, and he sternly told himself to keep it safe, for fear that Your own life is important.He walked to the carriage and waited for the people inside.

The curtain was raised, first Chang Guang came out, took the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and quickly glanced at it, then pressed the umbrella tightly to the roof of the carriage and said: "The road is slippery in rainy days, Your Majesty, be careful."

The people inside walked out slowly, glanced at the continuous rain curtain and the dark sky outside, and finally focused their eyes on the oiled paper umbrella, then carefully got out of the car, and entered the government office under the protection of the oiled paper umbrella.

Along the way, Zuoqiu Jie's eyes were quiet, he looked at the trembling officials in the government office who were kneeling and kowtowing, then waved his hands to signal, showed a clear smile, said a few clichés briefly, and then talked encouragingly Starting tomorrow's matter, it took half an hour like this.

Then he entered the upper room with the most gorgeous decoration in an orderly manner. After a while of busy work, Zuo Qiujie sat down in the chair and picked up the rice cakes on the plate to taste carefully.Chang Guang was standing aside as usual, while Xuan Zhi was called here by Chang Guang after being arranged to take a bath, standing in the front hall of the room at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"How's the matter?" Zuoqiu Jie suddenly asked lazily, as if he was still immersed in the glutinous fragrance of rice cakes.

Upon hearing such words, Xuanzhi's heart tensed up, now everyone in the martial arts world understands that the current emperor is going to clean up this chaotic situation, and the action is not less than ten years ago.

"It's full of fish that slipped through the net, I'm afraid it will take a long time to jump around." Chang Guang said unhurriedly.

Zuoqiu Jie raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and crushed the rice cake with a little force with his fingertips—of course he didn't use the hand wearing the maple ring, and said: "Let's jump around until you are dying on the edge of the knife, don't leave a single one."

The words were chilling, which made Xuanzhi's heart feel cold, and then he thought carefully: he is clearly here, why would he dare to say such a thing?In other words, does he not impose martial law on himself?Or have you figured it out long ago, with ulterior motives?And this time I went to the south of the Yangtze River, I didn't know how to act, and I haven't slept well for several days.

Before he had time to think about it, Zuo Qiujie said something: "By the way, what they said today."

Chang Guang understood immediately, got up and went to the wooden cabinet, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone after a while, and put it on the table.And Zuo Qiujie also got up and rolled up his sleeves to write, as if thinking, changed his serious expression just now, stared intently, with a special flavor.Chang Guang laid out the paper for him, took the ink cartridges and set them up, and began to grind the ink.

Xuanzhi looked at it and became puzzled, not knowing what to do.In my memory, I felt that I hadn’t touched the four treasures of the study for a long time, and suddenly I remembered that when I was young, Tiezhen carefully and meticulously taught myself how to read and write, paint and play chess.At that time, his parents were still there, and as the only son of Tiezhai, everything was so happy.

At this moment, Zuo Qiujie's eyes suddenly fell on him, and he said, "Come here."

Xuan Zhi immediately walked over and said, "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

"Come and think of some words for me, and present them to Sui Nianshuyuan."

Xuan Zhi was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered that when he talked with those officials, he seemed to have mentioned the matter of Sui Nianshuyuan, saying that he would continue to promote this reputation, and hoped to get the emperor's own handwriting.He opened his mouth and said: "My writing is poor, I'm afraid I can't come up with a poem that is full of literary talent."

Zuo Qiujie raised his eyebrows, as if threatening or teasing: "If you can't, don't blame me for punishment."

"Subordinates dare not." Xuan Zhi hurriedly knelt down, hoping to escape, even though he had been in the palace for a long time, he still couldn't deal with these things with ease.

"Come." Zuo Qiujie said and handed the brush to him.

Xuanzhi raised his head, facing Zuoqiu Jie's smiling face, holding a writing brush in his right hand and stretching it out in front of him, with a triumphant and teasing expression, as if he was looking at a child, unguarded.

Unexpectedly, the emperor of a country can have such an attitude.

Xuan Zhi accidentally took the pen, and his thoughts became vague.Facing a piece of snow-white and smooth paper, images gradually appeared on the blank screen in my mind.That memory is like a cocoon, spinning thinly, white silk threads flying all over the sky, dizzying sight and heart, and opening the door in the bottom of my heart.

It seems to have returned to more than ten years ago, when I fell to the ground, when I was young, I was babbling, and my strict father and mother were by my side, teaching me earnestly, and never forgetting.With a thought in his heart, he swiped his pen and wrote:

Sheji shoulders the shoulders, and laughs a few times in exchange for Fusheng.Whoever listens to the tide, I have a penny in the history.The grandeur is not old, and the way is not alone. We share the joys and sorrows of our generation.In the vast north, there are still dragons holding candles.

The words are full and powerful, sonorous and upright. They were poems written to him by his father himself when he was eight years old. He only had them, and even his sister didn't know about them.Thinking of this, his nose suddenly became sour, but there was not much ups and downs.

Zuo Qiujie had been watching him write, thoughtful, and then suddenly smiled and reached out to take the pen in his hand.When the two hands touched, Xuan Zhi was startled and trembled slightly.

But Zuo Qiujie didn't seem to care, just holding the pen to the paper, and finished it in one go in the empty space below:

A book left by a good hand can preserve the prosperity and decline of a lifetime; the wild sand gradually thins out, and the world is restored to its true colors;

One word and one sentence, the two ques are combined into one, which is exactly one word.Xuan Zhi was dazed, but unexpectedly Zuo Qiu Jie wrote it so agreeably, it was exactly the same as what his father wanted to express, and he remembered the sentence as if he had fully realized it.

Seeing this, Chang Guang also applauded: "Good literary talent!"

Xuan Zhi also reacted and echoed: "Your Majesty is very talented in writing."

Unexpectedly, Zuoqiu Jie said: "It is Xuanzhi who writes the upper column so exquisitely that I can write the lower column."

Hearing this, Xuan Zhi didn't know what to do, so he said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for accepting the award..."

"Stop," Zuo Qiujie stopped, "I always feel that it would be too cheap to give this word to Sui Nian Shuyuan, why not take it back to the palace for now, and I will write another copy and hang it in Sui Nian's government office. "

In the palace... Hearing this, Xuanzhi suddenly felt embarrassed. Just now he was in a daze and wrote down the Tibetan poem his father gave him, but now he wants to hang it in the palace. What should I do?But it is not easy to refuse at this time... so he bit the bullet and smiled: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Seeing him like this, Zuo Qiujie suddenly burst out laughing, as if he felt extremely funny.

Xuan Zhi was confused by his hot and cold emotions, but at least this smile dispelled the damn nervousness and embarrassment in his mind, he was at a loss and didn't look up.

Zuoqiu Jie smiled enough and said, "Xuan Zhi, can't you change your tricks apart from these few sentences? I'm tired of listening all the way south."

One sentence pointed at the vital point, which made Xuan Zhiteng blushed.

Seeing him like this, Zuo Qiujie knew what to do: "Okay, it's getting late, go to bed early, there are important things tomorrow."

"Thank you, thank you Your Majesty..." As soon as the words came out, Zuoqiujie laughed again, Xuanzhi didn't care how blushed he was, and hurriedly withdrew, and ran back to his room as if running away.

Zuo Qiujie looked at his running back, still with that smile on his face: "It's so funny."

On the other side, Chang Guang's eyes flickered and his expression changed subtly, but he never said a word.

"How's the matter?" Zuoqiu Jie suddenly asked lazily, as if he was still immersed in the glutinous fragrance of rice cakes.

Upon hearing such words, Xuanzhi's heart tensed up, now everyone in the martial arts world understands that the current emperor is going to clean up this chaotic situation, and the action is not less than ten years ago.

【Jiangnan Mojiao City】

It is the time of dusk when people come and go in the inn and restaurant, taking a nap and drinking.

The noisy inn suddenly quieted down when Wei Shengni and Mu Yin walked in, and the air seemed to stagnate.

Xiao Er approached them obediently and said, "Guest officer...do you want...something to eat?"

"Clean tea, plum cake." Mu Yin said, and the two sat down together.

"Okay~"

After a while, the inn returned to bustling, but everyone's eyes seemed to drift towards Wei Shengni's table.

Wei Shengni was very displeased that these street people were staring at Mu Yin, but he had no choice but to drink a few cups of tea as a vent.Mu Yin shook his head helplessly and said nothing.

"Hey, I heard that our emperor's trip to the south of the Yangtze River has messed up the martial arts world." A man suddenly said in the lobby.

"That's right, the knife was used and there was blood." A woman whispered in a frightened and affectionate voice.

"The emperor has always been cruel and ruthless, so he is not surprised, just don't trouble me." A scholar said that this matter has nothing to do with him.

"Isn't that what it's like to be an emperor?"

"The Zuoqiu dynasty is even more terrifying. The previous emperor executed countless ministers of the previous dynasty, and the current emperor also had a bloodbath in the imperial city 20 years ago... and all kinds of things recently." The scholar said brazenly.

"I see, I'm afraid it's going to change, but the war still hurts us common people."

"Shh! You don't want to die!" The woman quickly stopped her.

"Speaking of which, the emperor of the previous dynasty was a benevolent monarch, and the world was peaceful." The waiter lowered his voice and changed the subject while serving the dishes.

"The former emperor ruled the country with benevolence...it's a pity." An old man said with some nostalgia