The residence of Duke Weiguo.
Wen Hong was reading a military book carefully.
In front, there is a map, which is the strategic map of the border between Dagan and Yanyun Kingdom.
Because Gong Chengyin died in Dagan, no matter how they dealt with the aftermath, a war was inevitable between the two sides. Although his old age meant that he might not be able to go to the battlefield.
But as a general, he naturally has to be on standby at all times and think longer-term.
"Grandpa, come quickly! Grandpa!"
At this moment, Wen Wuyang's anxious voice came in. He rushed in without even knocking on the door.
Wen Hong's train of thought was interrupted, but he couldn't get angry at his most precious granddaughter. He just looked at her and smiled:
"Our Wuyang is very pretty, and she doesn't have the frailty of other ladies from wealthy families. This is in line with our Wen family's style. If she had knocked on the door before entering, it would have been even better!"
"Grandpa, don't lecture me at this moment. War poem, war poem!! Lin Che has composed a war poem."
Wen Wuyang was not the type to be timid, so he put the rolled-up piece of paper containing the war poem on the table.
Then he pressed it with a small hand.
"Grandpa, both war poems are golden yellow. Lin Che said they're both for you. Be careful and don't use your true energy. Otherwise, the war poems will lose their power."
"Is it really a war poem?"
Wen Hong naturally knew how to inspire war poems, and he would not burst out with the general's fighting spirit here.
An extremely solemn expression appeared on the old face.
"Show me now!"
immediately.
Wen Wuyang opened the first volume, and the golden and brilliant color inside was constantly condensing and did not dissipate.
Every character embodies the overwhelming fighting spirit.
It is indeed a war poem!!
"Good. Hahaha. It really is a war poem—so good, so good!!"
"Show me the second one. Quick!"
"One hundred thousand banners, slay Yama! Great, quite domineering!"
Wen Hong was extremely excited, and his eyes burst with an unprecedented enthusiasm.
"Quick, tell Grandpa how Lin Che did it? Doesn't he lack righteousness?"
"Of course I gained this insight while writing the war poem. Grandpa, one of these war poems should have reached the Crimson level, but it was delayed."
Wen Wuyang didn't stop for a moment and immediately told the whole process quickly.
Especially when talking about how Mo Zhaoxue took revenge for personal reasons and repeatedly prevented Lin Che from going on stage to express his opinions.
Of course, at the end, it also talked about the incident where the great scholar beat Mo Zhaoxue with a rattan stick.
"What?? Just let it go?"
Wen Hong suddenly stood up, his face filled with rage, and he gritted his teeth. "In ordinary people's homes, even disobedient children would receive more than just two or three lashes. She destroyed a crimson war poem, a war poem that dominated the battlefield. And you're just letting it go?"
"If we in Dagan had a crimson war poem, even if it wasn't used for a hundred years, as long as it was hung in the palace, no enemy soldier would dare to set foot in Dagan."
"This Mo Zhaoxue, she destroyed our Dagan's peace and stability for a hundred years! How unreasonable!!"
"He dares not teach or speak in the Confucian Academy. But I am not afraid of Wen Hong!"
"Someone come here—deliver the military order!"
Half a quarter of an hour later.
Three thousand soldiers are ready.
This is because Wen Hong only has such a small number of troops in the inner city.
If he really left Tiandu City, he would have wanted to take 30,000 soldiers with him.
"Follow me and surround the Mo family, Mo Zhidong's mansion!!"
Mo Zhidong, one of the three great crafts of Mohism, holds a very high status. He is now appointed as the chief officer for flood control.
This is also the reason why the students at the Confucian Academy did not dare to scold Mo Zhaoxue in person.
Has background. Beautiful.
But Wen Hong didn't care about that. In his eyes, a girl like Mo Zhaoxue was weak and could be defeated with one punch.
His subordinates were very loyal to him, so they naturally didn't ask any questions and set off directly.
Three thousand soldiers and horses, moving in the inner city, immediately caused a huge sensation.
at this time.
In Tiangong Mansion, Mo Zhaoxue was losing his temper with the maid.
"I told you I don't want to eat it. You don't have ears, do you? Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
"Miss, yes, it was the mistress who said that you must come over. She, she wants to ask you what happened..."
The two maids answered tremblingly.
This young lady must look like a lady from a noble family in front of outsiders, but if you provoke her, she will be more aggressive than anyone else.
"No, no, no. Get out!!"
Mo Zhaoxue directly drove away the two maids and slammed the door in the room.
Now she doesn't want to pay attention to anyone.
I really want to hide away and not see anyone.
My family doesn’t understand what happened now, but the humiliation I suffered in the academy will definitely spread back home and to the entire Mo family.
She used to be the pride of the Mohist school, but now, she has suddenly become the shame of the Mohist school.
"It's all Lin Che's fault. It's all his fault. He's the one who ruined me."
"He deliberately prepared two war poems and came to the academy to show off to me. How am I going to face everyone in the future?"
"Even if I didn't stop him, would his second poem be able to improve to a higher level? I think it's just so-so."
While cursing, Mo Zhaoxue threw the teacup on the table against the wall.
She was really going crazy.
She has been a child prodigy since childhood. She is the smartest person in the Mohist school. After reading the books of sages for so many years, she possesses the most basic righteousness.
But why did Lin Che only write two poems?
His righteousness surpassed all other students.
Why?
At this moment, Mo Zhaoxue suddenly heard a chaotic and noisy sound outside. The sound was strange, as if thousands of troops were galloping past her mansion.
The servants outside also cried out in surprise.
Bang, bang, bang—
There was another rapid knock on the door.
"Miss, it's not good, it's not good."
"Didn't I tell you to stop bothering me? I want some quiet time now, is that not possible?" Mo Zhaoxue shouted angrily again.
"Miss, you'd better come out quickly. There's an army outside, a lot of soldiers, and they've surrounded our mansion. Come out and see, they're looking for you."
Mo Zhaoxue was confused for a moment, as she also heard the noise.
He simply opened the door and asked, "Who's looking for me? What do you want?"
"It was those soldiers. They were so fierce. They said you ruined a war poem, and they want an explanation from the Mo family!"
Mo Zhaoxue trembled all over and sat down on the ground in fear.
It's over.
She forgot that war poetry and the Ministry of War are inseparable.
It's over, it's over, what should I do? What should I do now?
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