Chapter 516 Opening Ceremony
The Military Academy of Jixia Academy is now officially enrolling students!
When Liu Che's edict spread throughout the land, people finally felt the reality. It turned out that the strange phenomena at Jixia Academy that day were not a dream.
The rumors that Jixia Academy has a deeper and more mysterious academy in addition to the building that is visible in the public eye are also true!
On the day of the opening ceremony, the feudal lords and ministers who were fortunate enough to be invited to visit followed behind Liu Che and watched as his fingertips touched the runes of swords clashing on the stone tablet. Blood-red ripples appeared, and in a moment of distraction, everyone found themselves in a huge alien space filled with a murderous aura.
The flash of swords and the clash of blades passed before my eyes, and a clear notification sound rang in my ears—
[You have entered the Military Academy. Outsiders should not move around unnecessarily to avoid triggering defensive mechanisms.]
As if to intimidate them, thousands of weapons streaking through the air emitted a dragon-like hum, forming the Big Dipper constellation. Starlight pierced through the clouds, casting crisscrossing, cold light on the ground.
Someone couldn't help but mutter, "This isn't an academy, it's a battlefield!"
Once everyone was seated, six rainbows of light descended from the dome of the main hall, and the glazed tiles reflected the astonished faces of the crowd.
Liu Che stood on the high platform, waving his sleeves with a heroic air. The cloud-patterned bronze lamps suddenly flickered, and figures emerged from the rainbow light.
Bai Qi, wrapped in a blood-red cloak, shattered the void as he stepped on the tiger tally at his waist, which emitted a ghostly blue halo. The sound of his knuckles striking the bronze sword sheath made everyone's eardrums vibrate.
Meng Tian's golden fire cavalry armor clanged, and where his crimson cloak swept past, three inches of flame rose from the ground tiles.
Zhang Han's Shadow Guards, dressed in ink-black robes, concealed crossbows in their sleeves that pierced the air, transforming into countless cold stars that condensed into the characters "止戈" (stop the war) in mid-air.
Zhongli Mei's arrow, trailing a trail of fire, pierced through the dome, refracting seven different trajectories under the moonlight;
Li Mu's wolf-hair brush touched the sand table, and the sand grains instantly swallowed up the galloping Xiongnu cavalry.
Han Xin, who appeared last, clapped his hands and laughed. Wherever his fingertips touched, bronze terracotta warriors emerged from the ground and formed the legendary Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation.
The candles in the hall were relit, the intertwined spells were dispelled, and six figures walked in unison behind Liu Che.
Bai Qi stood with his hands behind his back, exuding a chilling aura; Meng Tian stood tall and proud, displaying the demeanor of a great general; Zhang Han was dressed in black, his eyes sharp as an eagle; Zhongli Mei had a longbow slung across his shoulder, his posture upright and unrestrained; Li Mu stroked his beard, his expression calm and composed; Han Xin waved a folding fan, a confident smile on his lips.
The six men had different expressions, but their aura was overwhelming. They declared loudly, "From this day forward, the military will flourish!"
The audience was deeply moved, feeling the determination of the military strategists to rise to power, and even the inevitable future of their rise!
At this moment, it was as if they had pierced through the illusion and come into contact with the truth of history, making people unable to help but be captivated, and they could not care less about how the famous generals of the Qin Dynasty could stand so peacefully with the famous generals who founded the Han Dynasty.
More than doubt, I was curious about other schools of thought. If the Hundred Schools of Thought, especially the Military School, were so powerful, what about the others?
Especially the representatives of various schools of thought, such as Dong Zhongshu and Zhang Tang, were breathing heavily. What great power did these Confucian (Legalist) sages possess?
At this moment, what they see is not the future of the military strategists who are about to prosper, but the future of their own doctrines!
So, Your Majesty, when will the Confucian (Legalist, Taoist, Mohist, etc.) academy open?!
Liu Che: Don't rush raising children.
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In the second year of Yuanshuo, the Xiongnu cavalry invaded Shanggu, Yuyang and other places.
Emperor Wu of Han appointed Wei Qing as general, and all the students of the Military Academy participated in the battle, attacking the Henan region occupied by the Xiongnu, and achieving great results.
They completely conquered the Henan region, removing the Xiongnu's springboard for invading the Central Plains, eliminating their threat to Chang'an, and the army still had spare strength.
He then entered the southern Gobi Desert, attacked the Right Wise King of the Xiongnu, destroyed the royal court, and successfully cut off the left and right wings of the Xiongnu, forcing the main force of the Xiongnu to retreat to the northern Gobi Desert and stay away from the Han territory.
When news of Wei Qing's successive victories over the Xiongnu royal court arrived, Emperor Wu of Han was overjoyed and publicly praised Wei Qing as a "great general of the Han Dynasty." He also praised the outstanding performance of the military strategists in the battle.
The news swept through Chang'an like wildfire. In the morning bells of Weiyang Palace and under the eaves of Jixia Academy, everyone was praising the prestige of the Military Academy.
In response, Dong Zhongshu and others could not contain their eagerness and tried every means to meet with Liu Che to inquire when the other academies could open.
Liu Che shook off the last official who kept pestering him with questions, and hurriedly entered the side hall of Jiaofang Palace. He ignored the palace servants who were bowing and immediately spotted a small figure wrapped in a tiger-head hood, slowly crawling on the bed.
"You seem quite at ease."
Liu Che stepped forward in a few strides and scooped the little dumpling into his arms in the blink of an eye, saying, "Let your father see!"
He skillfully buried his face in Liu Ju's soft belly, took a deep breath, and the pleasant milky smell instantly relaxed him.
Liu Ju also skillfully stretched out his little hand and patted Liu Che's head, trying to push this clingy guy away.
After a long while, Liu Ju finally looked up at his bewildered son, "Do you know how many things I've stopped for you?" Liu Che poked the soft cheek with his index finger, "Little thing, why don't you call me Father?"
Liu Ju made babbling noises, kicking his little legs wildly as he tried to climb down, while the tiger-head shoes kicked Liu Che rudely.
Empress Wei Zifu rushed over and, upon seeing this scene, couldn't help but gasp, "Your son is so unruly, Your Majesty, please be careful."
"It's alright."
Liu Che didn't care at all, laughing heartily as he let Liu Ju crawl out from under his arms. He watched as Liu Ju bent over and crawled towards the corner of the bed, and as soon as his snow-white little ankles peeked out from under the bed, he reached out and pulled him back.
She pulled him back into her arms, then let go, letting him climb out again, then pulled him back, he climbed out again, then pulled him back again.
Liu Che was having a great time, while Wei Zifu was speechless. She suddenly realized that even if Ju'er had a bad temper, she was too good-natured, as she didn't cry at all.
After two or three such exchanges, Liu Ju cleverly realized what was happening. He turned around, plopped down opposite Liu Che, puffed out his cheeks, looked at Liu Che seriously, and uttered a single word: "Bad!"
Having already learned from Wei Zifu that Liu Ju could speak but was not fond of talking, Liu Che was not surprised. Instead, he reached out and poked Liu Ju's little cheek again, saying, "This is the price you pay for not calling me Father! Are you scared? If you are, then call me Father now!"
Liu Ju got up and crawled back a little, moving out of Liu Che's reach, and shouted, "Father! Bad!"
“According to…”
Wei Zifu wanted to say something, but Liu Che laughed loudly, stretched out his arms, and hugged him again, saying, "My son is intelligent!"
If His Majesty doesn't mind, what else is there for her to say? Wei Zifu fell silent, deciding not to get involved in the affairs of this father and son. She had figured it out: His Majesty was completely controlled by Ju'er, and everything Ju'er did was right.
"How are the preparations for the son's first birthday celebration going?"
Liu Che suddenly asked a question, and Wei Zifu replied with gentle eyes, "Everything is ready."
Liu Che nodded and sighed, "I hope Zhongqing can make it back in time."
Suddenly, Liu Ju, who was in Liu Che's arms, grabbed Liu Che's collar and uttered a single word in a childish voice: "Uncle?"
"Yes, he's your uncle!" Liu Che smiled, then feigned displeasure and gently pinched the tip of her small nose. "You're quite good at calling someone 'uncle,' but why don't you like calling them 'father'?"
Liu Ju tilted her head to look at him, smiled sweetly, and exclaimed, "Bad! Father!"
Liu Che laughed loudly: "You really are a descendant of the Liu family, holding grudges!"
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