The Return of the Demon

Eunuch Quan glanced at the civil and military officials of the court, and then read in a high-pitched voice:

"When I was drunk, I looked at the sword with the light on, and I dreamed about the trumpet-blowing camp.

Eight hundred miles away, the soldiers under the command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings is heard outside the Great Wall, and the troops are ordered in autumn on the battlefield.

The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt.

To end the affairs of the king and gain fame both before and after his death, misfortune happened in vain! "

When Grandpa Quan finished reciting, he was sitting quietly in court, like a bomb dropped on the calm water.

All civil and military officials were shocked!

Especially the civil servants, their faces flushed with excitement.

As a literati, who doesn’t want to have a masterpiece that will be passed down forever?

Although military commanders are not as knowledgeable as civil servants, they can still hear the artistic conception of this poem.

A picture seemed to appear in front of them. A white-haired old veteran sighed in agony at his long-sealed sword.

A general's old age and a beauty's gray hair are all regrets in life.

"Your Majesty, may I ask who composed this poem?"

The head of the Hanlin Academy, Li Hanru, had his beard trembling with excitement.

He must know who this person is?

He has written poems all his life, but compared to this poem, he is not worthy of writing.

All the civil and military officials looked at Emperor Xuan expectantly.

Emperor Xuan frowned, "What? Couldn't this poem be composed by me?"

Everyone didn't believe it.

Emperor Xuan had a high level of literary accomplishment, but this poem was written about General Chi Mu's sense of powerlessness, and it was definitely not written by Emperor Xuan.

"Your Majesty lives deep in the palace and cannot write such meaningful words."

An upright speaker said it directly.

This made Emperor Xuan so angry that he almost couldn't help but hit him to death with the incense burner on the dragon table.

These commentators are really annoying!

Old General Chen looked excited. This poem perfectly describes his current mood. Unfortunately, he is stupid and uneducated... The person who wrote this poem is simply his substitute and close friend!

"Your Majesty, I also want to know who wrote this poem?"

Emperor Xuan said calmly: "I got this poem by chance. The author is a teenage boy named Lan Xing."

All the civil and military officials in the court were shocked again.

Is the author a teenage boy?

How can this be?

How could a young man write words with such artistic conception?

But Emperor Xuan had no need to lie to them.

blue star.

Everyone silently remembered this name in their hearts.

When the court is over, someone must find this Blue Star. Even if it costs a lot of money, he must write a poem for himself.

Now that this poem is published, General Chen will be famous all over the world in the near future.

If I can get a poem that praises me like this, it will be remembered forever.

Emperor Xuan spoke slowly: "When I got this poem, it had no title... I have already thought of the name of the poem, so it's called "To Old General Chen"."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

General Chen couldn't kneel down, so he could only lean down and thank Tian'en.

Emperor Xuan glanced at Eunuch Quan.

"Retreat!"

Eunuch Quan's high-pitched voice sounded in the hall.

After the court dispersed, the civil and military officials walked out in twos and threes, their steps hurried.

While communicating, who is this Blue Star?

While thinking about going back, I sent someone to find this Blue Star and ask for a poem.

Ning Ziming was also a famous talent in Daxuan. He was very fond of poetry. He had the same idea, so he walked very quickly.

"Master Ning, stay!"

Ning Ziming stopped when he heard the sound and looked back, only to see Quan's father-in-law chasing him with small steps.

"Eunuch-in-law!"

Ning Ziming leaned forward and bowed. Quan's father-in-law was a popular person around Emperor Xuan. The civil and military officials in the court did not dare to neglect him, even if he was the left prime minister.

"Master Ning is leaving so fast... His Majesty has summoned you, come with me!"

Ning Ziming was startled and began to reflect, had he done anything wrong recently? Or was there some evidence that fell into the hands of political opponents and was copied?

After thinking about it, I haven't made any mistakes recently?

But he still felt a little guilty, so he quietly took out a piece of silver and handed it over, "Eunuch Quan, I wonder why your Majesty summoned me?"

Eunuch Quan calmly put the money into his sleeves and said with a smile: "Master Ning, please don't embarrass me. How dare I guess His Majesty's thoughts? Won't you know it when you go?"

The corner of Ning Ziming's mouth twitched slightly, saying in his heart that you are a rootless thing, you just take money and don't do anything.

The two came to the imperial study room.

"See Your Majesty, Holy Peace."

Ning Ziming knelt down and saluted.

Emperor Xuan was reading a book by himself, as if he didn't hear anything.

Ning Ziming didn't dare to get up or raise his head, and his heart was pounding with fear.

After a while, Emperor Xuan finally spoke: "Ning Aiqing, get up!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Ning Ziming stood up tremblingly, hunched over.

"How many sons does Ning Aiqing have?"

Ning Ziming was confused. Why did Emperor Xuan suddenly ask about this?

He bowed hastily and said, "Your Majesty, I have three...four sons."

He subconsciously wanted to say three things, but subconsciously he did not regard Ning Chen as his son.

Emperor Xuan put down the book and asked calmly: "Is it three or four?"

Ning Ziming hurriedly replied: "I have four sons!"

"Ning Aiqing, this dynasty governs the country with benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust... I will not comment on your personal ethics, but after all, we are blood relatives, and I don't like people who are unkind and unjust."

Ning Ziming had a question mark on his forehead.

"Ning Chen is a very nice kid. Treat him better."

Ning Ziming's body trembled slightly, and his face turned pale... Did someone report that Emperor Xuan knew that he had abandoned his wife and children?

Emperor Xuan just said that he didn't like people who were unkind and ungrateful... It's over, it's completely over!

Ning Ziming's head was buzzing, and his eyes were black.

He fell to his knees, kowtowed, and begged for mercy: "I know my crime, please show mercy, Your Majesty, please show mercy..."

Ning Ziming was terrified, he seemed to see the scene of all the Ning family kneeling on the Youlong Terrace.

Youlong Terrace, a place dedicated to beheading dignitaries.

Emperor Xuan looked at him coldly. Ning Ziming was considered a capable minister. He didn't touch Ning Ziming, but it didn't mean he wouldn't punish him.

"My dear Ning, I called you here alone, and I didn't intend to punish you."

Ning Ziming was stunned, thinking he had heard wrongly.

Emperor Xuan said calmly, "I have seen Ning Chen, a very good kid."

"My dear Ning, I will give you one more chance, but don't let me down... You know the consequences of my disappointment."

"Also, Ning Chen doesn't know my identity. So remember, I don't want a fourth person to know about our conversation today."

"Okay, go down!"

Ning Ziming was dumbfounded.

Your Majesty has seen Ning Chen? This is impossible. Ning Chen has hardly left the house since he came to the Ning family. How could he have seen Your Majesty?

Eunuch Quan saw Ning Ziming still in a daze, walked over and said, "Sir Ning, please come in!"

Ning Ziming suddenly woke up and saluted in a hurry: "I thank God for His grace, I will take my leave!"

After leaving the imperial study, Ning Ziming dared to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. His back was cold, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

He glanced at the imperial study with lingering fear, his face turned pale, and then he lowered his head and hurried out of the palace.