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Wei Yuan’s words made everyone’s eyes focus on Xu Qi ‘an.

The civil and military officials of Lin ‘an, huaiqing, and the city wall. The troops under the city and the people on the streets.

Xu Qi ‘an stopped beating the drum. After a moment of silence, he laughed without turning his head. “Duke of Wei, after” who in the world doesn’t know you, “there is no better farewell poem.”

“Why don’t I compose a poem?” he said after a pause.

The two of them conversed loudly in front of thousands of people.

Wei Yuan muttered to himself, but his smile did not falter, “”Yes!”

Everyone’s eyes fell on Xu Qi ‘an, and the students below and the officials on the city wall were suddenly invigorated.

At this moment, how could there be no poetry to liven up the atmosphere? with the great chief poet present, the scholars would have another famous piece of work.

At the thought of this, the scholars were a little intoxicated and looked forward to Xu Qi ‘an’s words.

Xu Qi ‘an did not stop beating the drum. Instead, it became more and more intense, and the sound of the drum echoed.

He did have a poem in his heart that he wanted to give to Wei Yuan.

After Chu Zhou returned, he had a heart-to-heart talk with Wei Yuan and learned of Wei Yuan’s plan for the North vanquishing Prince and his intention to regain military power.

It was also at that time that Xu Qi ‘an realized that da Qingyi, who had been fighting against the other parties in the court, had always wanted to take charge of the Army again and fulfill his ambitions, but he had not been able to.

After the Shanhai Pass battle, Wei Yuan’s military power was taken away and he was forced to stay in the court for 20 years.

Duke of Wei, it’s been twenty years. Have you ever dreamed of returning to the battlefield and giving advice on the country?

He took a deep breath, and with the sound of the drum, he circulated his Qi in his dantian and said in a clear voice, ‘

“Looking at the sword in a drunken state, blowing the horn link camp in my dreams! Eight hundred li under the sun, fifty strings turning the fortress, the autumn soldiers on the battlefield.”

Wei Yuan was stunned as he looked at the young man on the city wall.

Good poem!

The eyes of all the officials lit up. This sentence was referring to looking at the sword in a drunken dream. It was as if they had returned to their military career.

Combined with the current scene, it was as if they had returned to 20 years ago, on the battlefield after autumn, when Xi Qingyi led the Army out to battle.

This was a poem for Wei Yuan.

Thump thump thump, thump thump thump!

Xu Qi ‘an beat the drum violently and shouted, ‘”‘The horse-made Lu Fei Kuai, the bow is like a Thunderbolt. To settle the sovereign’s Affairs and win his reputation in life and death!”

You’ve racked your brains for the Imperial court, you’ve protected the Empire for the royal family, but what have you gotten in return?

The Imperial court covered up your achievements and exaggerated the North vanquishing Prince’s reputation. They slowly shifted the glory that belonged to you to the beast who massacred the city for his own benefit.

The Civil officials and scholars criticized you in words and pen, and labeled you as the leader of the eunuch party. It was as if they had forgotten who won the Battle of Shanhai Pass and who exchanged 20 years of peace for Dafeng.

What did you get in return?

He stopped, and the sound of the drum disappeared.

Xu Qi ‘an’s voice was very loud, but his tone was mixed with deep melancholy. He said word by word, “What a pity!”

On the city wall, the atmosphere suddenly froze. Wang zhenwen and the other civil officials looked at Xu Qi ‘an in a daze as they mulled over the last part.

An indescribable sorrow grew in his heart.

What could move a scholar the most was always poetry.

In fact, all the Civil officials present knew what kind of person Wei Yuan was. Even if they were blinded by battle, they agreed with his character.

It was just that their positions were different.

It was. pity that it all happened in vain,. pity that it all happened in vain … At this moment, even the Civil officials who had fought with Wei Yuan for half their lives couldn’t help but feel depressed.

She bit her lips and frowned. At first, she didn’t feel anything, but when he read the last paragraph, that sense of sadness suddenly surged like a tidal wave.

Huaiqing looked at him steadily, and his eyes actually became misty.

“Motherf * cker, what kind of lousy words are these? I’m so sick of hearing them.” Jiang Luzhong rubbed his face and muttered.

In the expedition team, the seniors who had participated in the Battle of

Shanhai Pass were all teary-eyed.

“Hahaha …”

Wei Yuan laughed to his heart’s content. He laughed so hard that tears began to well up in his eyes.

Xu Qi ‘an, do you know why I didn’t accept you as my foster son?

Because in my heart, you’re my best friend!

Clear cloud Mountain, cloud deer Institute.

Zhao Shou stood at the top of the mountain, his Confucian robe and white hair fluttering in the wind. His eyes seemed to see through the distance and saw the expedition team. the Academy rose because of Dafeng, but the Confucian school weakened because of Dafeng.

His eyes were calm, his tone was steady, and there was no joy or sorrow in his eyes.

He was filled with righteousness and said loudly, “”Wei Yuan, triumphant!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the power of the Confucian school’s diction and dharmic following entered the void and disappeared.

In the next second, the backlash of the spell came. The righteousness Qi around Zhao Shouts body collapsed. A crack appeared between his eyebrows, which quickly extended and expanded like a broken eggshell.

In the sub-Saint Hall, a ray of clear light shone directly on Zhao Shou’s body, and his cracked body slowly healed.

“You can’t talk big so easily, especially when it involves an existence that surpasses his rank. Wei Yuan, Oh Wei Yuan, this is all I can do for you. Two thousand years ago, there was a Confucian Saint, but now, you’re the only one in the human race who can carry this flag.”

After Zhao Shou finished speaking, he bowed to the sub-divine Palace and said, ‘”‘Thank you for saving me, secondary Saint.”

Ever since the stone tablet of the Cheng clan’s Saint had cracked, the power of the quasi-divine temple had already been restored.

There were a total of 70000 soldiers in the military camp. Other than the 10000 Imperial Guards, the other 60000 were soldiers from the capital and other provinces.

The remaining forces were in the three prefectures in the northeast, Xiang Prefecture, Yu Prefecture, and Jing Prefecture.

The 70,000 troops in the capital would split into four groups and head to the three prefectures in the northeast. 20000 of them would head to the northern

Chu Prefecture by sea..