The Name of Eternity.

Chapter 129 Long Xiao (Update 12)

Everyone was also surprised. Although they had their own thoughts in proposing the punishment, even those ministers close to the Li family who argued with them could only excuse Li Hao by saying that he was young and ignorant, and that he was inevitably frivolous because of his favor.

Where does the ambition to soar to the sky and the patriotism and concern for the people come from?
It's not easy to get these rotten and sour scholars to say such praise.

The Grand Tutor said respectfully, "Your Majesty, a few days ago, one of my students came back from Qingzhou City and brought back a collection of poems. He said that all the poems on it were written by the young master of the Li family. He verified it from many sources and it is absolutely true!"

"Oh?"

Emperor Yu was surprised that the young man could actually recite poetry?

On second thought, the other party can play chess, so what's the difficulty in reciting poetry?

In his mind, playing chess is much more difficult than writing poetry.

Of course, I must not reveal this to the Confucian scholars in Hanlin Hall, otherwise I would definitely end up arguing my head off and arguing about the whole thing.

"I feel ashamed to have received this collection of poems. I, a scholar, read the books of sages and see the rivers and lakes all day long, but in the end, I am not as talented and broad-minded as the children who sit in the courtyard all day long. I am ashamed to face Your Majesty."

When the Grand Tutor said this, he slightly raised his hands to cover his face, revealing a look of sorrow and regret.

Everyone was stunned.

I'm afraid this old guy has really been poisoned.

When will we see them utter the word "shame"?
Normally you would argue even when I'm unreasonable, but today you say I give in?
Emperor Yu was also aroused with curiosity, and he asked, "My dear, please stop keeping us in suspense. Tell me what the reason is."

Upon seeing this, Taifu Zhao Shugong pulled out a collection of poems from his loose sleeves and presented it with both hands.

When the eunuch Chu Jiuyue beside Emperor Yu waved to take it, Uncle Zhao looked at the Liangzhou governor again, flicked his sleeves, and said with a lightning-like gaze:
"It's true that they are fighting each other, and it's also true that it violates moral principles, but you said that it's not okay no matter what the reason is. That's wrong!"

"I, Dayu, respect etiquette, but I will never strictly observe death etiquette!"

"Otherwise, wouldn't we be a bunch of old-fashioned people?"

Is not it?

All the generals secretly curled their lips.

Uncle Zhao's eyes were blazing as he said in a loud voice, "Let me ask you all, can someone who can say something like 'I would rather die for my country on the battlefield than return home wrapped in my horse' be considered a true patriot?"

"Is someone who can say 'Since ancient times, everyone has to die, but I will leave my loyalty to shine in history' considered patriotic?"

"Please don't talk about becoming a marquis. A general's success is built on the bones of thousands of soldiers!!"

Uncle Zhao looked directly at the Liangzhou governor, his eyes blazing, his voice reverberating in the court: "This is to persuade you not to mention being appointed a general and a marquis. A general's success is based on the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers! I should feel pity for the soldiers who died in battle, and not aim for fame!"

"Let me ask you, what kind of person is this who values ​​the world so much and regards fame so lightly?!"

"Just based on this, how many people can do it?!"

Everyone was stunned, some were speechless, but soon became angry. Just tell me, what does this look mean, it's as if we are all here for fame and fortune.

The Liangzhou governor's face changed slightly. Those few words had a great impact on him.

He was angry at the young man from Qingzhou, more because he was worried that Tianmen Pass would be lost and the people of Liangzhou would suffer.

But that sentence, "Why should we return home wrapped in our horse's hide?"
As a veteran of the battlefield, he was accustomed to the cruelty of the battlefield and had seen those soldiers who did not even leave a complete body.

These words made his eyes moist.

Isn't this also the feeling in the hearts of those soldiers when they fought to the death and defended their positions?

It's just because I'm not good at speaking and can't express myself.

At this time, Emperor Yu was also flipping through the poetry collection handed to him by Chu Jiuyue. He was flipping through it quietly, his expression becoming solemn and silent.

"Even if he was patriotic and a good general and loyal minister, it is an indisputable fact that he drew his sword and killed his father!" someone suddenly said.

Uncle Zhao looked at the man and sneered, "It is indeed true, but is the fact necessarily true?"

The man was stunned by this question and his thoughts were disrupted.

Otherwise, why are these stinking Confucian scholars so eloquent? They are stumped when asked a question.

"Flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, what you see is not real."

Uncle Zhao said coldly: "To put it another way, even if it is true, does that mean King Xingwu himself has done nothing wrong?"

"Isn't it severe enough to punish his son by sending him to Tianmen Pass? I would like to ask everyone, who dares to guard Tianmen Pass?"

"..."

Everyone was speechless. They were talking about the fratricide between father and son, so how could the fire be turned on them now?

"A young man with such a sincere heart can be so kind to the people, so how can he not tolerate his own father? I think there must be other reasons, and we need to investigate it thoroughly!" Uncle Zhao said loudly.

All those who had previously proposed to punish Li Hao looked at each other in bewilderment.

With the Hanlin Hall on their side, and with those guys who were originally disputing the matter, it is likely that they will not be in the right in this matter.

"What can a few poems prove? They're just talk. Who can't do it?" Another voice sounded. It was another military commander with a cold expression.

Uncle Zhao sneered and said, "Then tell me about it."

"I am only good at marching and fighting, not good at composing poetry. But I can still speak frankly. I will be loyal to the emperor and serve the country even if it means death!" said the commander-in-chief.

Uncle Zhao snorted coldly, "If you don't have a strong heart, you can't write such a profound poem. Anyone can say such plain words like you."

As great scholars, after reading this collection of poems, they had a very favorable impression of the young man whom they had never met before.

Judging from a poem is like judging from the person. They knew that if a person had a crooked mind, one or two poems would be fine, but he would never be able to compose so many loyal poems.

They didn't believe it at first, but after constant inquiries and learning from various sources, they were sure that all of these were actually done by the young man alone.

Among these rough and barbaric generals, such a talented young man could be born, which made all the great scholars sigh and shocked. It was also an eye-opener for them. "He has fought for three thousand miles and can stop a million soldiers with one sword!"

At this moment, Emperor Yu's voice was heard softly in the court, and everyone was shocked when they heard it.

What a majestic poem!

A light gradually shone in Emperor Yu's eyes, and the image of the peerless genius young man from Qingzhou became clearer in his mind.

"Good poem, good boy!"

Emperor Yu smiled and praised generously.

Those who wanted to argue a few more words just changed their expressions and fell silent.

Now that Emperor Yu has spoken, there is no point in discussing this matter any further.

I guess I can only pray that the snowstorm outside the pass can really crush that young man...

The court is dismissed.

In Qianming Palace.

Emperor Yu walked here, and Chu Jiuyue followed behind him, bending slightly.

"You saw the child at the True Dragon Banquet. What did you think?"

Emperor Yu walked slowly and stopped casually in front of a flower tree, but there was only one flower on the tree and snowflakes were falling on the branches.

Seeing this, he suddenly thought of a line in the poetry collection:
When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill hundreds of flowers after they bloom!

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. The little guy was so aggressive in playing chess, so it didn't seem surprising that he could write such a murderous poem.

Chu Jiuyue thought for a moment, then bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I see that the boy behaves casually and freely, but he is calm and composed, not frivolous or arrogant. The cause of the incident that day was indeed the Buddha's direct disciple who first had the intention to kill. Although it was extremely obscure, I still caught it..."

Emperor Yu's eyes flickered slightly, and he whispered, "Lord Buddha..."

He raised his head and looked into the distance, and said softly, "It's snowing. I don't know how the kid is doing outside the Great Wall. I heard that King Xingwu has withdrawn all the troops there. It seems that he has figured out the hint in my previous words and plans to abandon that place."

Chu Jiuyue lowered his head and said nothing. He knew that sometimes one should speak less.

"If you have time, please go there. I heard that the boy left in a hurry and didn't even have a sword. Please send one to him for me."

Emperor Yu smiled and said, "Just give me the...Long Xiao."

Chu Jiuyue was shocked, because that was the first of the ten famous swords in the world.

His Majesty's love for the young man from the Li family seemed to be greater than he had imagined.

"Yes." He agreed respectfully.

"Tian Gang is not afraid of his son's death, but I am a little afraid..."

Emperor Yu chuckled and said, "By the way, tell him that if he is tired, he can return to Dayuzhou. I will allow him to study in the outer hall of Qiandao Palace and live with the princes."

Chu Jiuyue's pupils shrank slightly, but he still agreed respectfully.

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Liangzhou border, Tianmen Pass.

Only a small mound of earth remains in Cangya City.

Heavy snow fell, landing in the tents in the camp, covering the corpses of the demons that fell yesterday.

"Snowing."

Li Hao stopped writing and used the power of controlling objects to cover it to prevent the snowflakes from touching the paper and soaking it.

"It's not convenient to go fishing on a snowy day..."

Li Hao muttered to himself and looked towards Qingzhou. He wondered if it was snowing there or if the lake had started to freeze...

"Today, you two should also consider leaving."

Li Hongzhuang said to Li Hao and Li He.

Li Hao's eyes moved slightly and he looked at her quietly.

Li Hongzhuang smiled calmly and said, "When you went to wipe out their lair yesterday, did you ask about the situation at Longshan Dojo? There are more than one three immortal realm monsters over there. You killed Chihu Jun, the old dragon's mount, and they will definitely take revenge on you!"

"Over the years, they have been slow to launch a full-scale attack. I suspect it was intentional."

Li Hao thought about what he had investigated and asked, "Then do you know the reason?"

"There are several possibilities. The first is to use this opportunity to demand more sacrifices from the Beilin Kingdom. The second is to slowly erode our Li family. After all, it would not make much sense for them to directly break through Tianmen Pass. Longguan Road has long been occupied. They can enter the country at will, but on a small scale."

"On the contrary, trapping us here can also consume us continuously. The old dragon may have a grudge against our Li family's ancestors and did this on purpose."

Li Hao nodded. It seemed that Li Hongzhuang also knew everything.

"But today, they are most likely coming in anger and will not go easy on us," said Li Hongzhuang.

As she finished her words, the ground seemed to shake violently.

The three of them looked outside the camp at the same time.

There, several huge and majestic figures appeared at the end of the field of vision.

(End of this chapter)