Chapter 230: Unparalleled National Talent!
The man in front of me, or rather the middle-aged man.
He is thin, but has a very upright posture.
A familiar face.
Although he is getting older, he still gives people a very handsome feeling.
The extremely familiar elegant aura on his body makes people want to get close to him.
The face is still the same face.
Very well maintained.
But the look in his eyes had a more vicissitudes of life.
He is myself more than 20 years later.
The current Duke of the Great Sage Dynasty deduced by the illusion array.
The Duke of Zhenguo Zeng Anmin, who is second only to the emperor and above everyone else!
Zeng Anmin only took a quick look at himself twenty-seven years from now, and an expression of admiration appeared on his face:
"Meet the Duke of Zhenguo."
At this time, Zeng Anmin's identity in the illusion array was the Black Cat Warrior.
He is the number one assassin in the Great Saint Dynasty.
Regarding his salute, the Duke of Zhenguo, Zeng Anmin, looked at him deeply for a while, then a half-smile appeared on his face:
"Black Cat Warrior..."
"Over twenty years ago, my father and I first heard of your great name in Liangjiang County. I never imagined that over twenty years later, you would become the number one assassin in this Great Saint Dynasty..."
Hear what he said.
Zeng Anmin felt extremely strange.
After all, you are facing your "future" self.
It is definitely impossible to say that there is no thought in my mind at all.
"Your Excellency is so kind."
Zeng Anmin thought for a while before answering.
He knows himself very well.
But the person in front of him was deduced from the illusion array.
Who knows what kind of character he really is?
"What brings you here?"
Duke Zeng Anmin of Zhenguo gently took out a piece of paper from his arms.
That was the visiting card Zeng Anmin handed over when he came to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.
Zeng Anmin slowly raised his head.
He looked at the Duke of Zhenguo Zeng Anmin in front of him.
Both of them looked indifferent.
"Now the Queen of Jiang State is leading an army of 700,000 to invade our dynasty..."
Zeng Anmin was silent for a while and then sighed slowly:
"Given her personality, anyone who takes the city after a prolonged siege will be massacred... How can the Duke of Zhenguo sit idly by and watch?"
When the Duke of Zhenguo Zeng Anmin heard this, he did not respond.
He looked over here calmly, with a hint of coldness in his voice:
"Who asked you to come?"
…
Zeng Anmin slowly straightened up, a serious look on his face: "I'm going to do it myself."
"you?"
Duke Zeng Anmin glanced at him and sneered:
"Back when Jiang was in civil strife, I advised that little fatty to send troops or interfere in its internal affairs, but he refused to listen."
"Now that Gu Xiangnan has become powerful and is leading a large army to attack, this is exactly what I expected. There is no better way except to close the gates and hold out for a few years before the city is captured."
"I have decided to move my family out to the Taoist sect and seek refuge with my cousin before the empress invades the capital."
"You go back."
"Go back and tell that little fatty that I won't leave him alone before I leave. If he follows me, he can save his life. If he doesn't want to..."
Duke Zeng Anmin was silent for a while and continued:
"For the sake of our long-standing friendship, I will also knock him out and take him away."
very good.
This is very Zeng Anmin.
After hearing this, Zeng Anmin himself was stunned.
Are you sure this is a humanoid?
Isn't this me?
Put yourself in their shoes.
If I really encounter such a great crisis.
The first thought must be to pack up and run away.
I will definitely bring my friends and family with me before running.
Ah, this...
Zeng Anmin couldn't think of how to solve the problem for a moment.
"Ahem."
He coughed dryly.
Then he sighed deeply.
His eyes became deeper.
"I've long heard that the Duke of Zhenguo is a genius in Confucianism, but to me, these words sound more like the words of a warrior."
"Shhh~"
Duke Zhenguo Zeng Anmin sneered:
"Do you know what is the most important thing in this world?"
Zeng Anmin was stunned for a moment and asked, "What?"
"Yes, alive."
Duke Zeng Anmin glanced at him and said:
"Whether it's a struggle for the world or overwhelming power, anyone must first live to speak their mind."
Well……
There's nothing wrong with it.
"Now that the Empress's power is sealed, we must first stay alive so that we can have a chance to slowly take our actions."
A glint of brilliance flashed in the eyes of Zhenguogong Zeng Anmin, and he said:
"Go back and tell the little fatty to stop thinking so much. With the current strength of the Great Saint Dynasty, it's only a matter of time before the Jiang Kingdom takes over Kyoto."
"Be prepared and run away early."
"see a visitor out!"
As he said this, he yawned and prepared to walk towards the yard and leave.
"slow!"
Zeng Anmin reached out to stop him.
Can I let you go?
If you leave, my imperial examination will be over!
Duke Zeng Anmin glanced at him calmly.
"What else?"
“Huh~”
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.
His eyes became deep:
"My Lord, would you listen to me?"
"Hurry up."
A hint of impatience flashed across the face of Duke Zeng Anmin.
"Now, the people of the Great Saint Dynasty are displaced and starving. Countless people are experiencing displacement, and some are even eating their own children."
"Words cannot describe the tragedy of the world."
Zeng Anmin was silent for a moment and sighed:
"Do you still remember the poem the Duke of Zhenguo wrote when he first came to the capital?"
"What poem?"
Zeng Anmin's eyes were dim, and there was a hint of sadness in his voice:
"I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace and die for you, supporting the Jade Dragon."
"The strong feelings of loyalty and patriotism in this poem are heartbreaking to listen to and bring tears to the ears."
When Zhenguogong Zeng Anmin heard this, a trace of emotion and shyness rose in his eyes. He slowly looked at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of him:
"Thirty years have already passed in a flash."
…
"Today, I also have a poem to dedicate to the Duke."
Zeng Anmin slowly raised his head, his eyes becoming firm.
"oh?"
Duke Zeng Anmin raised his chin slightly, and his familiar phoenix eyes slightly raised:
“You can also write lyrics??”
This familiar action left Zeng Anmin speechless.
It feels great when I do this myself.
But why do you feel uncomfortable when others do it in front of you?
"Um."
Zeng Anmin's voice was filled with seriousness as he asked, "Would you like to hear it?"
"After hearing this, if Your Majesty remains unmoved, I will turn around and leave without Your Majesty having to ask me to leave."
"Okay." Zhenguogong Zeng Anmin put away the impatience on his face, looked at him calmly and said:
"Read it to me."
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath, and slowly stepped forward. His voice rang out:
"The peaks and ridges gather, the waves rage, and the mountains and rivers surround the Tongguan Road."
A simple opening sentence.
The originally nonchalant Duke Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded slowly subconsciously.
Zeng Anmin stared at the "himself" in front of him.
After seeing his reaction, I thought to myself, "As expected."
[Even Black Cat Wufu and Zeng Anmin couldn't guess that this illusion array was the same person, so Zeng Anmin certainly didn't know that he was a time traveler.]
He remained silent, continued to walk slowly, and his voice gradually became louder:
"Looking at the Western Capital, I feel hesitant."
"Sad that the palaces of the Qin and Han dynasties have all turned to dust."
With just a few words, a magnificent scene turned into wasteland and collapsed right in front of people.
It makes people feel emotional.
However, this is not enough.
Zeng Anmin suddenly stopped.
His eyes were extremely deep, and all the emotions in his chest turned into a deep sigh at this moment:
"When prosperity comes, the people suffer; when decline comes, the people suffer!"
hiss~
The first few sentences are okay.
The last sentence directly sublimates the artistic conception of the entire poem!
Not to mention Zeng Anmin in the formation.
Just outside the formation...
Outside the illusion array.
After Zeng Anmin's voice fell, everyone's eyes were shocked.
"The people...are suffering..."
Zeng Shilin stared blankly at the huge red scroll.
At this moment, the ordinary face on the huge red scroll was so extraordinary.
He pursed his lips.
He knew that his son's memory was not truly blocked by this so-called "Firewood Holding Illusion Formation".
But that's exactly the case.
He was truly shocked.
His eyes were extremely complicated.
He looked deeply into that ordinary face.
"Is this what you have in mind?"
After a long time, Dad clenched his fists tightly.
"good!"
Zeng Shilin said nothing, just nodded.
His face was full of relief.
He looked at his son with eyes that were so big that it didn't seem like he was looking at his son.
Instead, it feels like looking at a close friend whom I have known for many years!
Emperor Jianhong, who was standing next to Zeng Shilin, frowned slightly.
"The people..."
He looked at the huge scroll indifferently.
Then he looked forward again.
In the square of Suzaku Gate in front.
Thousands of people stared at the huge red scroll.
"The people are suffering..."
"Even though County Master Zeng was in the battle array, he was still waiting for me..."
"this……"
"I heard that the illusion array blocked memories, which means that every word he said came from the heart..."
"Zeng County Man!!!"
"Zeng Sance!"
“…………”
Suddenly, loud shouts broke out among the people.
Every word was a recognition of Zeng Anmin during the match.
The people's support reached everyone's ears.
The eldest princess's eyes seemed calm, but in fact there were undercurrents.
Her fair hands were clutching the hem of her skirt, and the blue veins between her hands were very visible.
The little fat prince was also panting, muttering in his voice:
"A national hero...unparalleled!"
In the entire audience, only one person was not moved at all.
Li Jian, Duke of Ningguo.
He narrowed his eyes and looked coldly at the huge red scroll.
"Zeng Anmin..."
He almost uttered these three words through gritted teeth.
He could feel that his tricks in this illusion array seemed to be...making things easier for others...
…
In the illusion array.
Zeng Anmin raised his head and looked at the Duke of Zhenguo Zeng Anmin who was standing opposite him.
Their eyes met.
He remained silent for a long time.
This poem is more than enough to surpass any sweet words in the world.
There are people in this world who may not be able to relate to your joys and sorrows.
But he can be infected by your literary talent.
Duke Zeng Anmin was silent for a long time:
"The people are suffering..."
"Ever since my father died in a battle with the demons twenty-seven years ago, I have stopped writing poetry."
"For more than twenty years, I have never met anyone who can be mentioned in the same breath with me in terms of poetry."
"And you, a martial artist."
"It's the first one."
When Duke Zhenguo Zeng Anmin said this, he looked at the person in front of him with clear eyes.
"Tell me about it."
"The purpose of your visit."
There was a calmness in his voice.
Hearing this.
The corners of Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched slightly.
Is that your closed pen?
It’s just that the level of artificial intelligence is too low to deduce it.
He took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, looked at the familiar face in front of him and said slowly:
"I don't need to mention the rest of the words, they are all in the lyrics."
"Yesterday, someone told Your Majesty about the assassination of the Empress."
"In the name of ceding the city, they sent me as an envoy with a map."
"Once we unfold the map with the Empress, it will be the best time to assassinate her."
"The plan will be revealed, and I will definitely hit it with one strike!"
"As soon as the empress dies, the royal family of Nanjiang will inevitably be caught up in a power struggle."
"In this way, not only will the Great Saint Dynasty's crisis be resolved, but all the people in the world will also be able to live and work in peace and contentment!"
Zeng Anmin's eyes were filled with determination:
"This plan is feasible."
He finished speaking.
A gleam of brilliance flashed in the eyes of Zeng Anmin, the Duke of Zhenguo, who was standing in front of him.
He stared deeply at the person in front of him for a long time.
"So, your trip..."
Zeng Anmin bowed deeply to the Duke of Zhenguo, Zeng Anmin:
"I wish to obtain the Duke's head and present it to the Empress. If the Empress sees it, she will be very excited. Then I will grab his sleeve with my left hand and touch his chest with my right hand."
"The Duke's revenge can be avenged, and the people of the world can prosper!"
Speaking of this.
Zeng Anmin slowly raised his head.
There was a hint of indifference in those ordinary eyes:
"After I succeed, the Jiang army may tear me into pieces or pierce my heart with arrows. I will go to the underworld and ask the Duke for a cup of tea!"
As soon as these words came out.
The whole yard fell into silence.
The oppressive atmosphere slowly rose.
Zeng Anmin remained calm.
Duke Zeng Anmin stared at him deeply.
Their eyes met.
"hehe."
A short laugh, quick and hearty.
"You're a wonderful person."
"There are countless people in this world who want to kill me. They think about it day and night, exhausting their energy and thinking hard, but they still can't figure out how to kill me."
"How could you possibly want to take my life with just one poem?"
There was a cold look on the face of Zhenguogong Zeng Anmin:
"Do you know that at this moment, if I give the order, you will not be able to leave this courtyard?"
These words did not cause any fluctuation in Zeng Anmin's heart.
He just raised his head slowly:
"My life will end sooner or later."
"Whether the Duke takes it or the Jiang army takes it is entirely up to the Duke."
As he said this, he closed his eyes and waited to be killed.
…
“Well said!!”
“Swish!”
A long sword was pulled out by Zeng Anmin, the Duke of Zhenguo.
He looked indifferently at the ordinary-looking man in front of him.
"Is this plan feasible?"
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath, opened his eyes and looked into the eyes of the Duke of Zhenguo, Zeng Anmin, in front of him:
"I'm 80% sure."
"If I can't accomplish this, then no one in the world can."
"This is the only plan that can save the Holy Nation and the people."
Duke Zeng Anmin suddenly burst into laughter:
"Regardless of prosperity or decline, the people will suffer!"
"Having a close friend before death makes life more fulfilling!"
Zeng Anmin bowed deeply:
"A peerless national talent."
…………
The wind is whistling and the Yi River is cold.
Once the hero leaves, he will never return.
The bleak sound of the wind blows on everyone's heart.
A team of envoys from the Great Holy Dynasty slowly set off.
ahead.
Zeng Anmin has a sword on his waist.
Riding on a horse.
One person on each side holds a box.
The box on the left is very large and contains a map.
The box on the right is very small, and inside it is... a human head.
(End of this chapter)
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