"Actually, the imperial court had already made this decision when the intelligence came from Chuzhou, but it still needs to be brewed. Oh, to put it bluntly, it is to encourage people. Tomorrow the Imperial College will hold a cultural conference in the imperial city, and the purpose is to spread the idea of ​​​​main battle."

Huaiqing told me about this, yes, I have to accompany her to attend the cultural gathering...Xu Qian remembered it.

He had never experienced war in his previous life, but he had read a lot of ancient and modern history, so he could understand what Xu Erlang wanted to express.

Mobilization is a common method that has been used since ancient times whenever there is a war. We need to tell the people why we are fighting and what is the significance of fighting.

Of course, in this era, the people the court wanted to mobilize were not ordinary people, but the scholar-official class.

"Then, are these daily records I memorized useful to you, brother?" Xu Erlang asked.

"have!"

Xu Qian gave an affirmative answer and said:

"It can be seen from this daily life record that the late emperor asked Renzong for advice on the method of immortality not often, but not often, which shows that he had certain illusions about immortality.

"But for some reason, he had no necessary illusions about immortality. I don't see the late emperor's desire to practice Taoism at the moment."

"The late Emperor never practiced Taoism." After Xu Erlang finished speaking, he frowned and said, "For some reason?"

The late emperor was a smart man and knew his own trade. Xu Qian smiled and said without explanation:

"The late emperor never practiced Taoism until his death, but he did have illusions about Taoism. I guess it was the late emperor who influenced Emperor Yuan Jing. You continue to read the daily records and write them down as soon as possible."

The next day, it rained heavily, and the wind picked up the raindrops, which brought a bit of coolness.

Rainwater flows along the eaves, forming curtains of water beads.

Summer is gradually coming to an end, and the green crops in the fields are also showing signs of turning yellow.

Today, Xu Erlang stood under the eaves and said with emotion: "It seems that we can't go to the cultural fair."

Xu Qi'an walked out of the room, watched the rain side by side with him, and said with a smile: "I think so too, so Erlang, I'd like to lend you my official badge for use."

Opposite the brothers was the east wing. Xu Lingyin stood under the eaves, waving a branch and constantly "cutting" the water drop curtain under the eaves, enjoying it endlessly.

Her little shoes and trousers were all wet from the rain.

At this point, Lina was still sleeping soundly, Li Miaozhen was meditating in the room, and Uncle Xu, wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, sadly went on duty.

Xu Qi'an also has something to do today. He is going to Lingbao Temple to do two things. One: test Luo Yuheng's true attitude towards him.

Two: Ask about the leader of the sect of the previous generation.

...........

It was raining heavily, and Wei Yuan's carriage was driving in the rain. Raindrops kept exploding on the roof of the carriage, making a crackling sound.

Da Qingyi opened the car window and looked at the rain silently, blurring the world.

At a certain moment, the rain seemed to freeze, like an illusion.

"Rain can wash away dust, but it cannot cleanse people's hearts."

The sound of emotion sounded in the carriage, and the voice was full of vicissitudes of life.

Wei Yuan still looked at the rain curtain and said calmly: "Is it possible that the rain scene in Qingyun Mountain is not as beautiful as the one here?"

Dean Zhao Shou appeared silently, with a serious face: "After the Battle of Shanhaiguan, Dafeng should have been prosperous, but because, because..."

Zhao Shou wanted to speak several times, but found that he could not remember.

"Due to changes during this period, at the end of the year of Jingcha, the sculpture in Jiyuan cracked, as did the one in the northeast. In the end, you only bought twenty years for Dafeng and the human race.

.I have been thinking over the years that if the prison guards had not just stood by and watched, the outcome would have been different."

Wei Yuan remained expressionless and said in a calm tone: "Everything depends on man and God. Nothing in this world will go according to your will, Zhao Shou's, nor will it go according to my will. Jianzheng and you and I are inseparable.

Not a stranger."

Zhao Shou nodded and said: "The Gu God is an ancient god and demon, but he is also a rootless duckweed. But the Witch God is different. He dominates the Northeast and rules millions of creatures. He accounts for at least one-third of the human race's luck.

.

"If He breaks the seal, no one in Kyushu can stop him. Unless the Confucian saint is resurrected."

Wei Yuan sighed: "I will block it. I started the layout last year."

Zhao Shou stared at him and asked, "What if you fail?"

Wei Yuan smiled: "Have you ever seen me lose?"

............

The carriage slowly stopped outside the palace gate.

Nangong Qianrou let go of the horse's reins, pushed open the car door, and said, "Father, here we are."

He took a look at the carriage, and found that there was no one else except Wei Yuan. But as he drove, a warrior's instinct caught a hint of something unusual, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Nangong Qianrou opened a big umbrella and led Wei Yuan out of the car. Raindrops pattered on the oil paper umbrella.

Wei Yuan took the umbrella and said calmly: "Wait for me here."
Chapter completed!