Not long after nightfall, chaos broke out in the camp led by King Wuman, and voices in various languages were heard from all directions -
"The Wei army is attacking!"
"Hurry up and get up! Our camp has been attacked by the Wei army!"
However, after three days of harassment, the soldiers of the envoys in the camp lost interest. Because in the past few days, the Wei army had been harassing them, but their strength was very weak and they could not play any big role at all.
What's more, King Wuman is leading a large army to attack the Wei army in the palace tonight. If King Wuman wins, the loss of the camp will not be worth mentioning.
The soldiers cursed and lazily went out to fight with their weapons in hand. However, once they went out, they found that there were fires everywhere in the camp and a large number of people were running around in the camp. Once they met, the Wei army did not hesitate to attack directly instead of hiding like they did in the previous two days!
The soldiers in the camp were shocked to find that this time the Wei army was really launching a large-scale attack!
The language of all parties suddenly became confused: "They are here for food! Don't let them take it away!"
"Quick, it's really the Wei army! Brothers, let's make sure they never come back!"
The language was confusing and communication was extremely difficult. However, a general suddenly climbed to a high place and let out a long whistle, attracting the attention of the soldiers in the camp. Under the dark sky, a flag was planted on the corner tower, changing the order of waving. As the flag continued to wave, the camp led by the Wuman King restored order and began to organize to fight against the Wei army.
The general waved the flag himself with great effort to reorganize the scattered army. When he wiped his sweat, he suddenly felt a sense of danger. Looking back, he saw a whistling sound in the cold night wind. A cold arrow broke through the night fog and shot towards him waving the flag on the building!
The foreign general was shocked and suddenly jumped out, threw away his horse, and shouted loudly: "The Wei army's cavalry archers are coming! We must not take it lightly!"
In the Wei army, Yan Shang put down the bow in his hand.
The soldier who followed him said with regret: "If it were on a real battlefield, your arrow would have killed someone."
Yan Shang smiled and shook his head: "If it was a real battlefield, I wouldn't be so reckless. But the enemy learned to communicate with flag language so quickly, using flag language to replace their different languages. It must be the method that King Wuman came up with.
"The King of Wuman was not in the camp, but he was able to gather the soldiers so quickly. He has only been training the soldiers for less than a month, which is really amazing."
In the dark night, Han Shuxing followed beside him, and when the enemy rushed to attack the archer, Han Shuxing almost stayed close to protect Yan Shang's safety. Walking through the camp, Han Shuxing followed Yan Shang step by step.
Han Shuxing was specially recruited by Mu Wanyao. He was originally a Wuman, so he was not conspicuous in this camp. When he was with Yan Shang, when someone found out that he didn't seem to be a soldier of the Wei army, Han Shuxing would take action first, knocking the person unconscious or making them surrender without waiting for the enemy to react.
Those who surrendered always cried out in surprise: "Who are you? You are not from Wei. Why are you helping the Wei army? Is there a traitor in our army?"
Han Shuxing was tall and burly, with a scar that spanned half of his face, looking ferocious. He ignored the enemy's shouting and followed Yan Shang.
Yan Shang said: "It's your turn now."
Han Shuxing clasped his fists and said, "Take care, my dear."
After saying this, he turned around without hesitation, and his position was filled by other Wei soldiers. Han Shuxing, relying on his foreign appearance, penetrated deep into the camp easily.
Han Shuxing's figure was similar to Meng Zaishi's. In the dark night battle, the enemy army lacked a general commander. Han Shuxing grabbed a general and said in Wuman language: "Don't worry about food and grass! The enemy is attacking from the east, we will go to the east to fight."
The captured general was surprised: "King Wuman? Didn't you go to attack the Wei army?"
Taking advantage of the fact that everyone was unfamiliar with the Wuman King, Han Shuxing pretended to be the king and began to speak the language of the Wei Dynasty in a strange way: "If my whereabouts were known to everyone, I wouldn't have to command this battle."
The captured general believed without hesitation and turned around to carry out Han Shuxing's order.
Han Shuxing went deeper into the camp and spread rumors everywhere.
The army led by King Wuman was stationed in the camp and was quite powerful, but in the middle of the night, they were thrown into chaos. The tents deep in the camp where food and grass were transported were set on fire, and while the flames were burning fiercely, they were still clashing directly with the Wei army in a heroic manner.
Because King Wuman said that we don’t need to worry about food and fodder!
As long as they hold the camp, the main force will arrive soon to support them!
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The drums beat loudly and the trumpets blew loudly.
Horses galloped, dust and smoke rose. The sound of drums was inspiring. King Wuman led a large army, and after finding out the strength of the Wei army, he did not hesitate to choose a large force to attack at night.
Night is not conducive to fighting.
But precisely because of the disadvantage, it becomes an advantage.
The Wuman King arranged his horses in battle formation, drew out the long sword from his waist, and pointed it directly at the camp behind the Wei army tower. His heroic spirit infected everyone: "My men, follow me--"
The army led by King Wuman was invincible. No matter the ditches dug in front of the temporary towers built by the Wei army or the towers that were built higher and higher, they were all destroyed by the enemy. The enemy used all the tools at hand, such as iron chains, chains, spurs... With a roar, the Wei army could only retreat again and again.
The enemy cavalry entered the city, and the Wei army resisted several times, but retreated each time. It was because the army led by Meng Zaishi was too powerful and had mature tactics. Many soldiers on the Wei side were frightened when they saw the enemy's ferocious faces.
When Meng Zaishi's iron hooves crossed the first ditch, the Wei army's cavalry were still hastily forming their battle array. However, as the enemy attacked too quickly, the cavalry could not complete the battle array, so they had to let the infantry attack.
However, on the plains, cavalry is the strongest.
There is no difference between a distance of ten miles and a hundred miles in front of cavalry. On the battlefield, in the era of cold weapons, cavalry is the undisputed king.
However, if the cavalry wanted to attack, they had to form a battle array first and create some distance. Once the distance was gone, the cavalry could not charge forward.
Now the Wei army was forced into such an embarrassing situation by the army of King Wuman who was at the gates of the city - King Wuman came too quickly.
Just as they received the news and began to form their battle array, the enemy cavalry had already rushed to the front of the building. With such a fast speed, the Wei army could not form a battle array for the cavalry, and could only use infantry and archers to fight against the enemy cavalry.
But in the dark, the role of archers is really limited.
The infantry was quickly defeated by the cavalry.
The Wei army is in danger!
Several generals stayed behind to guard the position. When they heard the crisis reports coming from outside, their faces turned pale. Although the central command was to let them lose, and although they were here to buy time for Yan Shang... they were still shocked to lose so quickly.
We were defeated so easily, without even a decent resistance. Will the Central Authorities blame us?
When several generals were discussing, the tent door was suddenly opened and a young man's voice was heard: "Why don't you let the cavalry go into battle?"
Several people looked up and saw that it was Wei Shu.
Wei Shu was handsome, and this time he was in charge of managing the food and grass. In addition, Wei Shu was taciturn and didn't talk much, so he was like a transparent person in the camp.
In the chaos, Wei Shu, a young man who never cared about their war, came in and accused them. Several generals looked embarrassed and said, "The cavalry can't form a battle array and can't charge out. This is our war. What do you know?"
Wei Shu ignored their doubts and said, "Why can't we form a battle array? Just overturn all the camps, smash the pots and pans in the back, and make room, then we can form a battle array, right?"
Several generals were stunned.
Then he asked, "You want to destroy the food camp? Then what will we eat tomorrow?"
Wei Shu's face was cold: "I have sent a group of soldiers to escape with some food and fodder. Even if the food and fodder, pots and bowls are all destroyed, as long as we can survive until noon tomorrow, the military exercise will be over. It's only half a day, no one will starve to death."
The generals were all young talents, but they could not think of such a desperate method at first.
Now that Wei Shu had mentioned it, they were not incapable of making a decision. Several people immediately clapped their hands and said, "Okay! Pass the order down, demolish the camp, and form a cavalry formation! We will fight the enemy tonight! Although we are going to lose, we can't let King Wuman get away with it too easily!"
After convincing several generals, Wei Shu left the camp and rushed to check the food and fodder.
The enemy's vanguard has already begun to move through the city, but the large number of troops is still blocked. But I think it won't be blocked for long. Wei Shu must hurry to transfer food and grass to leave space for his cavalry to charge.
As a logistics personnel, he only needs to ensure that there is enough food and fodder tomorrow so that people will not starve to death.
War broke out everywhere, and the enemy and our army were fighting each other. When Wei Shu saw the fighting, he avoided it and relied on the protection of the soldiers who followed him to go to the grain camp.
Suddenly, a long knife came out of the black thorns and smashed towards Wei Shu. There was no sound, and no one reacted. The knife was cold and sharp when it came to him, forcing Wei Shu to raise his eyes and look at it in amazement. The knife slashed across, and the enemy holding the knife was very powerful, speaking in the unfamiliar Wei dialect: "Hurry up and give up!"
Wei Shu pursed his lips and said nothing: At such a critical moment, if he admits defeat, who will be responsible for the grain camp?
He would naturally admit defeat, but not now.
Wei Shu remained silent, and the enemy continued to strike with their swords. Although the military exercise did not result in death, injuries were inevitable. Wei Shu was forced to stagger back by the sword, and several soldiers came up to stop him, but were surrounded and killed by more enemy soldiers.
Wei Shu fell to the ground, and when the knife was about to chop down on his head, he still refused to admit defeat. When the knife was about to stab his chest, a hand suddenly reached out and pulled Wei Shu up.
The man spun around, put his two palms together, and blocked the stabbing knife. After a delicate cry, he drew the knife from his waist and rushed towards the enemy.
Weapons collided and sparks flew.
The enemy exclaimed: "You are a woman? A good man should not fight with a woman."
This woman is so good at fighting, but her voice is very crisp: "You can't beat a woman so you say such big words!"
The girl who suddenly appeared was naturally Concubine Zhao Lingfei.
Concubine Zhao Ling held Wei Shu with one hand and fought the enemy with the other. The enemy could not gain any advantage from her and was furious, so he had to retreat. Concubine Zhao Ling turned around and looked at Wei Shu.
Wei Shu's eyes were still cold and indifferent, with a layer of snowy light floating on them.
The two spoke at the same time—
Zhao Lingfei glared: "Why don't you just admit defeat?"
Wei Shu: "Where did you come from?"
Then they both froze at the same time.
Zhao Lingfei puffed up her cheeks and said, "I have been following you all the time! Second Brother Yan asked me to protect you. Do you think I am such an irresponsible person that I would abandon you and run away?"
Wei Shu took a step back, put his hands behind his back, turned his face slightly, pursed his lips, and frowned in a slightly troubled manner.
He was confused and thought: "What does it mean to follow him all the time?" She knew everything he did? He didn't do anything strange, did he?
The horn sounded more urgently.
Hearing the urgent horn sound, Zhao Lingfei and Wei Shu both looked up to listen. Then Zhao Lingfei grabbed Wei Shu's wrist again, and she spoke very quickly: "The enemy is rushing the city again! Follow me——"
Wei Shu: "No. I'm going to the forage camp."
Concubine Zhao Lingfei: "Why are you still worrying about food and grass at this time? There must be a lot of enemies over there. I can't handle it."
Wei Shu didn't say anything.
Concubine Zhao Ling thought that he accepted her.
As a result, Zhao Lingfei just loosened Wei Shu's wrist and tried to change her knife hand. Wei Shu turned and left. Judging from the direction, he was going to the grain camp, which surprised Zhao Lingfei.
Concubine Zhao Ling stamped her feet.
She yelled, "Hey - can you please speak! Even if you insist on going, can you please tell me properly? We are partners, not enemies. Hey, wait for me, be careful not to run into the hands of the Wuman King, and I will have to save you!"
"Can you say something? Why did Second Brother Yan let me stay with a taciturn person like you? You're suffocating me!"
Cursing all the time, Concubine Zhao Ling still chased after Wei Shu angrily.
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Standing on a high mountain, the army led by the King of Wuman broke through the city gate of the Wei army in less than half an hour.
Then the city gate was split open, and the army of King Wuman and the cavalry of Wei army faced off.
Meng Zaishi was not afraid at all. He took the lead and fought first.
The flames of war and the white flags of surrender were burning on the ground. Both sides were killing each other, and it was inevitable that there would be deaths, but neither side cared. When the killing was going on, Meng Zaishi received news that there was an urgent report from his camp, asking the King of Wuman to go back for support.
Meng Zaishi said coldly: "Let them hold on."
The person who reported: "My king, we can't hold on any longer... It was Yan Erlang who personally led people to burn our army's food and grass, and he also found someone to disguise as you. We were deceived from the beginning. We suffered heavy losses..."
Meng Zaishi: "I will go back to support you after I have dealt with this. Block the news and do not pass it on to anyone except me. If you dare to disrupt the morale of my army, I will treat you as a traitor!"
The Wuman King stood firm, as if he was determined to defeat the Wei army even if his own camp suffered heavy losses. The person who reported this had no choice but to obey the king's orders.
This war lasted for two hours. After midnight, it was already the fourth day of the military exercise. King Wuman ordered all the Wei troops to surrender and accept the battle.
Without any lingering feelings, after dealing with most of the troops, the Wuman King turned around on his horse and left, leading his troops to support his own camp.
The two armies were fighting, and there was a pocket-shaped canyon in the middle. This canyon was facing the direction of the envoy's army, and it was easy to defend but difficult to attack. This canyon was also the shortest way back to the camp. Meng Zaishi only thought about it for a moment and chose to take this route.
Thick clouds blocked the moonlight in the sky, the trees in the forest were shaded, and dust flew as horses trod on.
Thousands of cavalrymen followed Meng Zaishi back to the camp. After entering the canyon, Meng Zaishi, who was at the front, suddenly raised his arm and grabbed the reins to rein in his horse. The horse under his crotch neighed loudly, and its four hooves splashed high. Meng Zaishi sat firmly on the horse's back and faced Yang Si, who was leading a hundred people to block the road on the other side of the canyon.
Meng Zaishi glared: "Make way!"
Yang Si rode on his horse and laughed casually at the thousands of soldiers on his side: "The food and grass haven't been burned yet, how can I give way?
"But King Wuman, you guys are too slow. You kept me waiting for so long that I almost fell asleep."
Meng Zaishi said: "Yang Sanlang, you only have a hundred cavalrymen, while my army has more than a thousand people. Do you think you can stop me? Even if we take advantage of the terrain, you can't stop me! It's better to surrender early and save losses. This way, you can look better when you report to your leader."
Yang Si lowered his eyes, a vague smile appearing on his face.
Looking up slowly again, Yang Si's eyes met Meng Zaishi's.
There was murderous intent in the eyes of both men, and they were both thinking of the unfinished battle in Nanshan.
Yang Si said word by word: "Unfortunately, I don't want a good-looking battle report, I just want to fight with the Wuman King - come on!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rode forward first, followed closely by his men. The Wuman King also did not hesitate, and with a wave of his hand, thousands of soldiers rushed out.
The two armies collided in the canyon. There was no moon in the sky, so it was a perfect time for a night battle!
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Relying on the terrain and strong mobility, Yang Si actually blocked the enemy troops who wanted to rush out in this pocket-shaped canyon.
Yang Si was also full of fighting spirit and led his troops to fight vigorously. People kept surrendering, and hundreds of people on Yang Si's side were constantly being pulled down. However, Yang Si's courage and bravery shocked the enemy and he actually opened a gap in the enemy's army.
Meng Zaishi: "Surround him! Shoot him off his horse! If we capture Yang Sanlang alive, the enemy will collapse without a fight!"
Yang Si laughed.
The two sides fought, and the birds in the forest flew out in panic. Yang Si was such a chivalrous young man that he became more energetic as the battle went on. Dozens of cavalrymen surrounded him, unable to get him off his horse. However, as time went on, Yang Si had fewer people on his side. Arrows were shot randomly from all directions, and finally the BMW under Yang Si's seat fell to the ground with a bang.
The enemy soldiers were excited: "He finally got off his horse! Charge!"
Yang Si jumped off his horse and rolled on the ground, avoiding the iron hooves coming from all directions. As soon as he stood up, a horse raised its hoof and stepped on him, crushing him. Even Meng Zaishi's face changed, thinking that if Yang Si was trampled to death by the horse, it would be difficult to explain to the Wei Dynasty.
In just a moment, everyone heard the horse neigh miserably and fell to the ground. A young man with a bloody gun on his spear jumped up from the ground. The horse lying on the ground had a puncture in the waist and abdomen, and blood was pouring out. Everyone around was shocked and pale.
They looked at Yang Sanlang, who was surrounded by horses, as if he were a monster.
His long hair was swept down, a strand of it stuck to his face, and horse blood splattered his face. Yang Sanlang stood there with a gun in his hand. His strength alone made the people surrounding him hesitate. They did not dare to meet him, for fear that their horses would also be injured.
Meng Zaishi knew at a glance that these rabble were worried about the horses again. He remained calm and shouted, "Are you confused again? These are horses provided by Wei, not our own! The only thing we need to do in military exercises is to fight, and we don't need to consider external factors!"
Meng Zai pointed the stone knife at Yang Si and shouted: "We have more than a thousand people and a hundred horses. Can't we capture Yang Sanlang who lost his horse?!"
The dust was rolling, Yang Si held a spear in his hand, and the horses began to circle around him. His eyes were shining, and he was watching for the opportunity, ready to seize the opportunity to rush out of the horse formation. However, this time Meng Zaishi was in charge, and it was obviously unlikely that such a mistake would be made. Yang Si quickly gave up that possibility, and when the swords and spears on the horses came, he began to look for an opportunity to grab the horses.
Meng Zaishi began to get annoyed: "Yang Sanlang, why don't you admit defeat now?"
Yang Silang laughed: "Your Majesty, are you anxious? Only if you capture me, you can come back to help! Why don't you take another route?"
Meng Zaishi: "Looking for death!"
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Meng Zaishi was blocked here by Yang Si and his men because of his impulsiveness. But Meng Zaishi soon realized that it was not advisable to act impulsively. The terrain here was not conducive to attacking, and Yang Si was so tough... If he really blocked here for two hours, the camp would be completely destroyed and he would lose.
Meng Zaishi gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat! Let's go another way!"
Yang Si laughed: "Your Majesty, you come and go as you please. Do you think you are so casual——"
Yang Si threw the spear in his hand, which was shocking. Who would have thought that he would lead such a small number of soldiers, and dare to attack even if he could defend? !
However, after calming down, Meng Zaishi was completely unaffected by Yang Si's attack. While some of his men blocked Yang Si and others, he began to retreat from the canyon. Yang Si fought hard, but the other side had more than a thousand people and wanted to leave, so he really couldn't stop them.
A large number of troops withdrew from the canyon and took another route.
Yang Si, covered in blood, stood in the open space in front of the canyon, and several people followed him in panic. Some had surrendered, while others were still holding on. However, the Wuman army had already withdrawn.
They thought anxiously: Have they... completed their mission?
Several people looked at Yang Si, confused but somewhat excited: "Sanlang... did we win this journey? Did the Wuman King escape?"
Yang Si did not answer them, but took three steps back and fell to his knees. His hand holding the gun was shaking slightly, and the blood on his face shone into his eyes, making his starry eyes look even more wild and unruly.
Yang Si breathed a sigh of relief.
He fell backwards and lay on the ground gasping for breath.
He suddenly laughed: "I won——!"
Everyone was stunned, then they all started laughing, sitting down in groups of three or four, and started to joke and tease their companions about why they gave up so quickly. The atmosphere in the canyon became joyful. Regardless of the outcome of the military exercise, they had made contributions along the way.
Without worries, the young men in the canyon laughed loudly. Yang Si lay on the ground, panting and looking at the starry sky above.
The sky was filled with stars, the moon was obscured by clouds, and the flock of birds that had been scared away by the battle returned cautiously.
Yang Si closed his eyes, as if he could still feel the boiling blood just now——
Fighting, battlefield, passion, BMW… all of these fascinated him.
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When Meng Zaishi arrived at the camp, all the food and grass had been burned. Yan Shang led the Wei army to surrender directly.
At daybreak, all the Wei troops were defeated and stood in their own camp which had been burned by fire. The envoy army led by the King of Wuman became the winner of this military exercise.
The atmosphere on the envoy's side was relaxed and they were very happy, just waiting for the military parade to be over.
Meng Zaishi, however, looked unhappy.
He asked the happy people next to him: "There is still half a day left. Our food and grass have been completely burned. Have you ever thought about what we will eat and drink in this half day with so many soldiers and horses?"
The subordinate looked around in confusion and said, "...It was all Yan Erlang's trick. We didn't take care of the food and grass at the beginning."
Someone was optimistic and said, "At most we'll be hungry for half a day, it doesn't matter."
Meng Zaishi looked at the mob he led indifferently and said, "In a real battlefield, if we are cut off from food for half a day, our troops will be outnumbered by half. If the Wei army attacks again, we will be finished."
Someone said unhappily, "It's just a military exercise after all... Besides, we won a complete victory. Why is King Wuman so harsh?"
Meng Zaishi folded his arms and looked at them: "The Wei army harassed us three times in order to paralyze us. When the Wei army attacked our camp for the last time, we relaxed our vigilance and let them win. We won most of the battle, but suffered losses in two small places in a row. You call this a complete victory?"
No one was speechless.
Meng Zaishi ignored them and walked towards the camp to check how the food and grass were burned and whether there was any left. However, if his guess was correct, Yan Shang would not leave him any.
As expected, no win.
Standing in front of the completely burned-out forage camp, after everyone was excited, they began to worry about going hungry. Meng Zaishi sighed and remained silent.
Although we won the war, we had to go hungry for a long time... I always felt like I had won but still lost.
Yan Shang, Yang Si, and even... Wei Shu, who took the initiative to destroy his own camp and leave space for the cavalry to form their array.
If these people grow up, they will be formidable opponents.
However, Meng Zaishi looked back at the envoys and saw that none of them noticed and were only worried about being hungry. Meng Zaishi shook his head and stopped talking to this mob.
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On the fourth day, the military exercise ended and everyone reported the situation to the Crown Prince and the King of Qin. The Crown Prince and the King of Qin thanked the envoys for their hard work and did not care about their defeat. Then they led everyone to see His Majesty.
The prince said, "Father has been waiting for the result of your military exercise. Regardless of whether you win or lose, you will be rewarded tonight. Whether it is Yan Erlang and other Wei generals, or the envoys led by King Wuman...Father said that you are all young heroes, and he also wrote poems and essays for you, and had people compose music for you to be sung by the world."
Meng Zaishi looked at the young men from the Great Wei and said with a smile, "So, a foreigner like me can actually live in the legends of you Great Wei people?"
The prince smiled and said, "I'm afraid that's the case. Is your Majesty willing?"
Meng Zaishi half-jokingly said, "Of course I am willing. Fighting against the young generals of Wei Dynasty makes me feel that Wei Dynasty has so many talented people, which makes people feel very stressed. I am going to use this as motivation. I have to improve my military strength after returning to Wuman... I can't lose to Wei Dynasty."
Another envoy asked, "Where is the Emperor of Wei?"
The prince looked into the distance leisurely: "The literary competition has ended and the results will be announced today. Father went to watch the literary competition hosted by Sixth Sister."
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So in the evening, all the young men went downstairs together, mounted their horses, and, led by the prince, galloped all the way to meet the emperor.
Leyou was originally a vast plain, completely different from the densely packed streets and towers in Chang'an. Not fearing to hurt ordinary people, the crowd let go of the reins and rode freely, crisscrossing the long road!
How unrestrained and free.
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In a loft, the emperor sat quietly, looking at his young daughter. Mu Wan, with her red skirt and fair skin, sat beside him, assessing the outcome of the literary duel.
The emperor looked at her, just as he had been staring at her for a long time every day in the past few days. At first, Mu Wanyao felt uneasy when the emperor looked at her, but after a few days, she had become accustomed to the emperor's gaze.
After announcing that Wei had won, Mu Wanyao was about to wave his hand and ask the envoys to leave, but some people in the envoy group were dissatisfied.
Someone said: "Are we really that much worse than the great Wei in terms of literary talent? How can Her Royal Highness be the judge? Is Her Royal Highness an expert in all the talents she is comparing us with?"
The emperor looked at them with a smile.
Mu Wan raised his head, looked at everyone, and said coldly: "I am not an expert, but I know a little bit. What, you want me to end it?"
There was a commotion among the envoys, and then one of them was pushed forward: "This is the best zither player among us. Her Royal Highness the Princess commented that it was like playing wood. We are really dissatisfied. We want to know what it is like to play a zither that is not made of wood.
"We know that Her Royal Highness is an expert at playing the guzheng, so we dare not humiliate ourselves. As long as Her Royal Highness convinces us on the guzheng, we will never question Her Royal Highness's judgment."
The emperor looked at them with great interest, and something in his mind was also moved: In the past, Mu Wanyao was said to be "excellent in both talent and music". However, Mu Wanyao has not been doing these things in recent years. She still plays the guzheng as well as before, but has her skills become rusty?
Mu Wanyao looked at them and said decisively: "Xia Rong, get my zither."
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Poplar and elm catkins are flying in the air, like flying catkins or falling snow.
At dusk, several horses galloped straight towards the attic.
Noble men and women, as well as common people on the road, heard the sound of horse hooves and quickly made way for them. They saw a group of young men and women riding horses, with flowers and leaves flying, rushing towards the attic where the emperor was.
The young men and boys, gentlemen and ladies on the horses were all handsome. Their heroic spirit and youth made people envious.
Someone recognized him and asked, "Isn't this King Wuman? Has the military exercise ended? Who won?"
Someone counted the heads on his fingers:
"That's Wuman King Meng Zaishi, that's Yang Sanlang Yang Si, that's Yan Erlang Yan Shang, over there is Wei Qilang Wei Shu... Hey, why is there a girl? It's Zhao Wuniang, Concubine Zhao Lingfei."
"Have they all just retired from the parade ground?"
Young men and women rode their horses past the crowd, and when they arrived in front of the attic where the emperor was, the horses stopped one by one.
The world was silent. They heard the sound of a piano coming from upstairs and looked up.
Princess Danyang was seen sitting under the window, plucking the strings of a zither. The gurgling sound of the zither came out from under her slender fingers. The melody was leisurely, but also carried a bit of murderous aura.
The sky was covered with dense clouds and full of red clouds. The girl was sitting on a high building, playing the piano and lowering her eyes to look at them.
Yan Shang, Yang Si, Wei Shu, Meng Zaishi, and Concubine Zhao Ling all stared in amazement, listening to the leisurely sound of the piano, as if they were in a mysterious world of mountains and flowing water.
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Willow catkins are flying all over the sky, the rosy clouds are like a weave, and the sound of the piano is lingering in the air and jumping out of the clear spring.
There is a beautiful person, sitting in a high building. She is pleasing to the eyes and a delight to the heart.
Never forget.
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The sky was filled with clouds and the sky was dark. Lanterns were gradually lit and the lights flickered. Suddenly, an eunuch interrupted everyone's fantasy: "Your Majesty has served the meal -
"Everyone, follow me upstairs!"
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