The scholar who got it first recited it aloud, and everyone listened carefully.

"Wouldn't it be a shame to have poetry without dancing? Let me do it!" Suddenly a refreshing voice was heard, and a girl drew the sword from her waist and danced to the poetry.

"Chen An'an?" Gu Junwen had already called out her name, "Why are you here?"

Shen Anan's figure flew with the sword, doing inside and outside flower, wrist flower, carrying the sword, stepping forward to lift the sword, stepping forward to chop the sword, stepping back to stab the sword...

"It comes like thunder and ends like the blue light of the river and the sea." This should be the scene.

Many years later, scholars in Kyoto still remember that grand event.

As Shen Anan danced with his sword, the murderous aura of the battlefield came over him, and many passionate men were already blushing with excitement.

Just as the three poems were finished, the dance stopped.

The whole room was silent, not even the crows or magpies made a sound.

"Everyone." Gu Junwen clasped her fists and gestured to the people around her. She cleared her throat and said loudly,

"The battlefield was brutal, and nine out of ten men never returned. Not only the Yebei Army, but the Hou family army was almost wiped out. Three generations of the Xing Army's ancestors all shed blood on the battlefield outside the region, which brought peace and happiness to the southern and northern regions.

Tens of thousands of Qisheng men abandoned their families and traveled thousands of miles, and in the end, they didn't even leave a complete body. We can enjoy a prosperous and peaceful life now, but it's just that someone is carrying the burden for us.

When it comes to treating the dead, not to mention that the dead are the greatest, if even these soldiers who died defending the territory are not respected, how can they rest in peace in the afterlife?

Even if I am a bad person, what does it have to do with tens of thousands of dead souls and heroes? "

Looking around, Gu Junwen bowed to the old master Han and said, "Old master, Junwen grew up in the northern frontier and cannot learn the beautiful music of the capital. He can only write poems with the sound of killing. If there is any offense, please forgive me."

"Good!" Old Master Han slapped the table and stood up with the help of the little boy. "I was also a man who fought on the battlefield in the past. I haven't seen the iron-blooded spirit for many years. I am honored to see you today."

"The atmosphere in Kyoto has been quite lazy recently. Thank you, General Gu, for giving us a refreshing experience."

The winner and loser are clear at a glance.

Looking again, Zhu Rongzhang and Xing Shengan were already standing there in a daze, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Mr. Xing, remember our agreement. An An, let's go." Gu Junwen took one last look at the two people on the field and turned to leave.

Everything that happened in Wanhua Tower was immediately reported to the palace by spies.

"Did he really say that?" In the Taiji Hall, Emperor Mingde put down the memorial and looked at Eunuch Cai.

"Yes." Eunuch Cai bowed, "I sent someone to find out everything. These are what General Gu said."

After a long silence, Emperor Mingde walked out of the palace and looked at the white clouds in the north: "The years are peaceful, but someone is carrying the burden for you. Gu Yebei, you gave birth to a good son."

"Your Majesty, it's windy today. Please don't stand outside for too long."

Eunuch Cai hurriedly brought out the scarlet cloak.

"Back then, I once rode a horse with General Gu, holding a sword, and galloped across the grassland." Emperor Mingde smiled, "You old thing. Forget it, go back. Some people should be punished so that they don't go too far."

"I understand."