At this moment, Pei You excitedly ran over and tried to snatch the pen from Gao Ying's hand: "This time it's my turn to write."
Having just missed the chance to go down in history, he couldn't afford to miss it again. Clearly, he and Gao Ying had the most confidence in Zu An. Seeing that he had the confidence to say that, it was obvious that he would definitely be able to write another masterpiece.
Gao Ying hurriedly put the pen away, looking wary: "Your handwriting is mediocre, let me do it, lest I ruin my great brother's masterpiece poem."
"I..." Pei You's face flushed red. He wanted to refute, but he didn't know where to begin, so all that was left was impotent rage.
Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he grabbed the inkstone next to him: "Then I'll grind the ink."
Gao Ying: "..."
What a talent!
How could someone think of that?
The others were even more dumbfounded. These two were a disgrace to the nobility, fawning over a man so fervently.
However, they also knew that if they were in that position, they would most likely also compete for the chance to be remembered in history. Unfortunately, they were not familiar with Zu'an, so they couldn't get a chance to do so even if they wanted to.
The mysterious woman upstairs frowned. The two people lingered around Zu An, blocking her attack route. There were many experts in the arena, and if she missed her first strike, she would probably not have a second chance.
She hesitated for a moment and then gave up her plan to act immediately. She had finally gained a foothold in the capital. If she could eliminate a major threat to her clan, it would be fine, but she was afraid that if she failed to eliminate the threat, she would also be exposed, which would be a loss.
If all else fails, we'll hand it over to Nanxun later.
At this moment, Zuan's clear voice rang out:
"We vow to sweep away the demons and barbarians, regardless of our own lives."
Five thousand sable-clad warriors perished in the dust of the barbarian lands.
Pitiful are the bones by the Wuding River.
She is still the one I dream of in my spring boudoir!
The Xiongnu from the original work could not be used, so he changed them to the demons and barbarians.
As for the Wuding River, coincidentally, there is another river with the same name near the border between the northern frontier of this world and the demon race, so the name was continued.
"Pitiful bones by the Wuding River, still the dream of a maiden in her spring boudoir..." The mysterious woman upstairs murmured these two lines of poetry, slowly lowering her hand, and the murderous intent in her eyes gradually dissipated.
Seeing this, the maidservant asked in surprise, "What, you're not going to kill him?"
“I won’t kill him. He’s not like the average human.” The mysterious woman said slowly, her eyes filled with a strange light as she looked at Zu’an.
The hall fell silent as everyone savored the poem they had just heard, their minds conjuring up a scene of fierce and tragic battle, where imperial soldiers fought to the death, many sacrificing their lives.
The northern frontier was frigid, and most of the imperial army that went on the expedition wore only cotton-padded clothes. Only the most elite troops wore brocade robes and fur coats. Even among them, as many as 5,000 died in battle, which shows how fierce the battle was and how heavy the casualties were.
What shocked them most were the last two lines, the stark contrast between the white bones by the river and the dream of a young woman in her boudoir was simply too striking.
They used to think that the greatest tragedy in life was learning of the death of a loved one, but now they see that while learning of a loved one's death is painful, at least one can still pay respects. In the scene described by Zu'an, after years of no news, the wife dreams of her husband's return every day, only to find that he has long since turned into a skeleton by the Wuding River. The intense clash between hope and despair is the true tragedy.
Many people in the room felt a lump in their throats, wanting to say something, but found that any words would be inadequate.
Nanxun's eyes reddened, and she looked at Zu'an with teary eyes: "Young master, you are too cruel."
Seeing his dream girl gazing at another man with such deep affection, Pei You would have been jealous before, but now he was completely convinced.
Brother Zu is truly amazing!
However, he was more concerned about something else. He hurriedly went to Gao Ying's side and saw that he had indeed added his name again. His delicate eyes widened immediately: "Where's mine?"
Gao Ying was also a little guilty, so she changed her mind and added a few words at the end: "You Peiyou grinds ink".
Pei You's anger turned to joy, and the ship of friendship was finally saved.
Bi Ziang's expression changed several times upstairs, thinking to himself that this kid was terrifyingly powerful!
Fortunately, it's only in terms of literary talent; I should be able to keep up with him... right?
He has lost his usual confidence.
On the other side, Yu Nan was pale and trembling uncontrollably. He never expected that this street urchin in his eyes would actually have such talent. Not to mention him, even all the scholars of all dynasties combined could not compare to him.
Thinking about everything I did today, it all seemed to be to help the other party show off, and in the end, I became a stepping stone to enhance their reputation.
He closed his eyes in anguish. He knew that after tonight, he would probably become a laughingstock in the capital, and might even go down in history—but in a bad way.
What incredible luck! To encounter such a once-in-a-millennium genius!
He was deeply moved, and despite his usual self-restraint, he couldn't help but swear inwardly.
At this moment, Yi Zhibing's voice rang out: "How dare you! The imperial army has just set out on a campaign, yet you're already cursing heavy losses! Your intentions are despicable!"
Yu Nan glanced at him blankly. Although she knew he was being unreasonable, she was like a drowning person who wouldn't give up even a straw.
Upon hearing him say this, many of those who were close to him in the room echoed his sentiments, while others also felt that the poem was somewhat ominous.
At this moment, Qin Guangyuan snorted heavily: "What do you know! Azu is probably describing the great battle thirty years ago. Due to various reasons, the imperial army suffered heavy losses, and the banks of the Wuding River were littered with corpses. Azu's purpose in doing this is to warn us to avoid repeating the same mistakes. He is truly well-intentioned."
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