From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 272 Xiangling Preaching
The cold wind is still there, but the heavy snow from the past few days is gone.

In the past few days, Meng Yuan walked around Songhe Prefecture after the disaster and saw all the devastation.

Gong Zihua also specially recorded it in the book, and said that one day after Qing Guangzi was captured and killed, he would burn his body in front of Zhang Guinian's tomb and inform him.

It was afternoon when Meng Yuan heard Wang Er's call, so he brought Zhang Jiao and Wang Buyi to Chongxu Temple.

After entering the Taoist temple, everyone here is from the Demon Suppression Division. Following Wang Buyi's footsteps, we came to the back mountain.

The wind is blowing rapidly on the top of the mountain, the small courtyard is quiet, and you can see the rushing river in the distance.

No one discussed poetry here, let alone Taoism. Now that the master of Chongxu Temple was gone, Zhao Jingsheng and others scattered like birds and beasts, heading west to Ping'an Prefecture.

Wang Er stood outside the courtyard, looking at the river in the distance with her hands behind her back. She was also a young genius in the past, with a very high talent for martial arts. Now she is only in her early thirties, but she has already reached the fourth level of martial arts, and is close to the third level.

In fact, Wang Er has a handsome face, but he always wears men's clothes. He is also the number one person in the Demon Suppression Bureau, so others have never paid much attention to his appearance. Instead, they are intimidated by his majesty.

The head of the Demon Suppression Division is unmarried. Outsiders say that it is because her martial arts level is too high, and there are few men of the same age who can match her, let alone anyone who is worthy of her.

At this moment, she is standing alone on the top of the mountain, her clothes blown by the wind, her black hair fluttering, and she actually looks a bit like a little girl.

"Come, come, come!" Wang Er waved to Meng Yuan when he saw him. She was not shy at all, but acted like a cheerful brother.

"Master Governor." Meng Yuan stepped forward, while Wang Buyi and Zhang Jiao stayed behind.

"No need to be so polite." Wang Er put his hands behind his back, slightly tilted his head to look at Meng Yuan, and then said: "I have sent a letter to the capital. Ying Ru knows that you are still alive, so I asked you to go to the capital."

At this point, Wang Er smiled, took out a letter and handed it over, saying, "A letter from the princess."

After taking the letter, I found it was indeed written by Mingyue.

Seeing Wang Er raise his chin and gesture for him to open the book, Meng Yuan gritted his teeth and opened it.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was not a letter written by Mingyue at all, but was written by Xiangling herself. It also said that Jiang Tang and Nie Qingqing were safe, and asked Meng Yuan to return to Beijing to find them as soon as possible.

"The writing is immature. I thought Mingyue had other thoughts, but she was delivering the letter for someone else." Wang Er poked his head out to take a look, then stared at Meng Yuan and said, "Mingyue is a good child, much more obedient than Dugu Ying. I remember when you were walking alone in Hulu Mountain, didn't the two of you have any explanation?"

You are not the eldest sister. You are the head of the Demon Suppression Bureau. Why are you asking these questions? And, are you making up stories about other sisters?
"No explanation." Meng Yuan was too lazy to explain, and even wanted to ask Wang Er if he had any explanation, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Wang Er smiled and said, "I have to go to Ping'an Mansion. I told you to stay with me for training, but you have suddenly encountered a disaster, so you should go back to the capital first, report your safety, and then go to Ping'an Mansion to find me."

"Thank you, Governor!" Meng Yuan bowed.

Wang Er walked down the mountain with his hands behind his back, "You can set off tomorrow."

Seeing that the other party had made the decision, Meng Yuan said no more.

Taking Wang Buzhi and Zhang Jiao with him, Meng Yuan found Gong Zihua and Zhang Lingfeng, who were the only acquaintances Meng Yuan had left in Songhe Prefecture.

The current state of Songhe Mansion made it difficult for people to live there for a while, and it was difficult for merchants to come and go. However, some people still had to stay, so Gong Zihua and Zhang Lingfeng could only stay here temporarily.

"Brother Gong and Brother Zhang, rest assured. The survivors of the Songhefu Guard Station will definitely be transferred elsewhere." Wang Buyi saw through it. "Once Captain Meng is settled in the capital, a transfer order will allow you to enter the capital."

After the matter was agreed upon, on the next morning, Meng Yuan brought Tie Niu, Fu Cui, Wu Changsheng, Qian Huaian, and several other captains including Wang Buzhi.

Now that Wang Er has asked Wang Buyi to follow Meng Yuan, he can be regarded as Meng Yuan’s first confidant after he was promoted to a thousand households.

Riding on the little red horses, the group did not spare the horsepower and just headed north against the north wind.

Passing through Qingtian County, we saw that the streets and houses on both sides had been restored, with no traces of the fight that night.

They were all high-ranking warriors, and they were not afraid of the severe cold, and they marched day and night.

In just five days, the capital was in sight. It was colder here than in Songhe Prefecture, but outside the city gate there were crowds of people and traffic. Some were traveling by car, and some were carrying goods on their shoulders, creating a prosperous scene.

Wang Buyi took the token and walked forward, leading a group of people into the city.

"Captain, I will go back to the Demon Suppression Bureau first, and then go to Ying Mansion to ask for an audience tomorrow." Wang Buyi was very sensible and stopped following him.

"You should rest for a few more days." Meng Yuan couldn't finish all the work in one day.

Wang Buyi agreed immediately.

After parting, Meng Yuan took Tie Niu and three others to Ying Mansion.

When they arrived at the gate of Ying Mansion, the gatekeepers were all familiar to them and immediately welcomed Meng Yuan in.

"You're here!" Xunmei rushed out as soon as she got the news.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Xunmei seemed to have lost weight and had a dejected look on her face. When she saw Meng Yuan returning, she was surprised, but then she didn't know what to say.

"Is your injury healed?" Meng Yuan asked with a smile.

"I wasn't seriously injured to begin with." Xun Mei did not feel relieved for surviving the disaster. Instead, she looked straight at Meng Yuan, then bent over and performed Confucian etiquette without saying much.

Meng Yuan knew Xunmei's gratitude, so he returned the gift and asked, "Where is the third young lady?"

"In the Imperial Master's Mansion, Jiang Tang has always been by my side." Xun Mei said.

"In that case, I'll go there." Meng Yuan patted Wu Changsheng on the shoulder and said, "You stay here and listen to Xunmei's arrangements."

Wu Changsheng and the other three immediately agreed, and Meng Yuan set off again.

Meng Yuan was familiar with going to the Imperial Master's Mansion, so he led out the little red horse and left in a hurry.

When they arrived at the Imperial Master's Mansion, the receptionist named Yang met Meng Yuan. This time he did not ask for any personnel changes. Instead, he curiously asked about the affairs of Songhe Prefecture.

Meng Yuan said a few nonsense, and then the receptionist called Mu Wangqing and asked her to take Meng Yuan to the Chan Palace.

Mu Wangqing obviously knew that something had happened in Songhe Prefecture, and that Meng Yuan was involved in it, so he was more humble than before and didn't dare to say a word.

I hurried to the gate of Chan Palace and heard someone talking inside.

"Xiangling, what poems have you learned recently? Recite them to me." The person who spoke had a clear and childish voice, clearly that of the happy little Taoist priest.

"You haven't learned poetry recently!" Another childish voice sounded, but it was very confident. It was Xiangling.

Xiangling sighed and said, "I've been very busy lately. My eldest and youngest wives know that the gelder is doing well, and they finally don't have to coax him anymore. My aunt has assigned me another job! I have to make some money!"

"This is the first time I've seen a money-obsessed poet!" Huanxi's voice was childish, but very mature. "Just talk about poetry, not money!"

Huanxi added: "I don't want to learn poetry, I just want to test your knowledge!"

"You're so good!" Xiangling believed Huanxi's lies. After a while, she said, "Writing poetry is not difficult. The style and rules are not important. As long as the words are true, it's fine."

Xiangling recalled what the young gelder had said when she first asked him about the art of writing poetry.

"It's so confusing!" Huanxi was very confused. "Tell me more about it, and I'll tickle you!"

"Third Grandma and Ying Grandma have talked about my poems before, saying that they are full of childish innocence and lack substance. If you want to learn more, you should go to the great rivers and see the world." Xiangling made sense, "That is, you have to go to the Canglang River!"

"So that's how it is." Huanxi finally understood.

(End of this chapter)