Everyone was stunned and stared dumbfounded at the violent behavior of the gentle and handsome young man.
Not only did he beat the Ono girl again, but he also pushed the four Japanese people to the ground again and rubbed them severely.
After doing all this, a refreshed Yang Qian glanced at the stunned passers-by and said loudly.
"You are all citizens of our Sui Dynasty. You must not know what these Japanese envoys did in our Sui Dynasty?"
Yang Qian chuckled and looked at the five Japanese with bruised noses and faces full of disgust.
"Just three days ago, the Japanese envoy Ono Meizi presented a document to the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty on behalf of the leader of the Japanese country.
Please allow Your Majesty to agree to change the name of Japan to Japan. The beginning of the document is:
‘The sun rises where the emperor is, and when the sun disappears, the emperor is fine…’”
"What?!" Among the crowd of onlookers, there were quite a few scholars.
Hearing these words, everyone couldn't help but have angry expressions on their faces, and the crowd was extremely angry.
"How dare the Japanese country, which is so small, speak to me, the Sui Dynasty, like this?!"
"Even the Turks in the north dare not speak to me like this in the Sui Dynasty. The little Japanese country dares to be so rude."
"It's unreasonable. These short, shaved men don't look good at first sight. How dare they call themselves emperor in front of me, the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty?"
"They beat people so brutally just now. Who do they think they are? How dare they commit murder in our Sui Dynasty?! Beat them!"
"Beat them!" In an instant, the scene began to erupt as the people's emotions aroused.
"Hey, hey...I haven't finished speaking yet..."
Yang Qian was dumbfounded as he watched the melon-eaters who had been dumbstruck suddenly rush forward with enthusiasm.
The five Japanese were surrounded, punched and kicked, and some even stabbed them in the middle with sticks...
Even the aunt who sold tofu before was poking hard with a long stick.
He poked and cursed at the same time. "Let you bitches crash my stall..."
Pulling people in? Haha... I'm overthinking it. Nearly a hundred people are being beaten to a great extent at the moment. How many people can I pull?
With a melancholy look on his face, Yang Qian finally thought of another big thing that had not yet been completed.
No matter how lively the siege scene was, or how more and more people were gathering here.
Yang Qian reached out and grabbed the scholar who was eager to give it a try and wanted to step forward and kick him.
He took out another piece of broken silver and placed it on the stall. "Can I exchange it for your pen and inkstone?"
"Enough, enough, more than enough. I can even give you these rice papers."
The scholar couldn't help but feel happy, what a good man, this gentleman is not only good-looking, but also has a really good heart.
Yang Qian shook his head, picked up the pen, picked up the inkstone full of ink, and glanced at it.
It fell on the white wall painted with lime.
Yang Qian picked up the copy, dipped his pen in thick ink, and began to write furiously.
The bookstall owner watched Yang Qian's writing fly like a dragon and a snake swimming on the white wall, and couldn't help but praise him.
"Good words, really good words."
There were also several literati who had high self-esteem and disdained to join in such a group fight, and they also cast their eyes in this direction.
After a middle-aged scholar with a long beard only saw the numbers, his eyes couldn't help but shine, and he started to read aloud while shaking his head.
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xueming...
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Accompanied by the screams and wails of the Japanese, the ups and downs and emotional voices were just like the white snow on a sunny day at first.
Gradually, more and more people agreed, and the people in the eastern capital of the Sui Dynasty who were violently beating the Japanese also looked at each other sideways.
The five Japanese envoys on the ground were already unconscious and dying.
Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
Hello……"
Look at the ugly appearance of the Japanese lying on the ground, groaning and struggling. Listen to the exciting poem.
After mowing down all the Japanese with sharp strikes, he was like a young man with flying colors, writing on the white wall, splashing ink wantonly.
It seems to be gradually overlapping with the image of the knight in his works.
Look at the ugly appearance of the Japanese lying on the ground, groaning and struggling. Listen to the exciting poem.
After mowing down all the Japanese with sharp strikes, he was like a young man with flying colors, writing on the white wall, splashing ink wantonly.
It seems to be gradually overlapping with the image of the knight in his works.
More and more literate people straightened their backs, held their heads high, their faces flushed, and chanted loudly.
"I was leisurely passing through Xinling to drink, taking off my sword and crossing my knees.
The general will be eating Zhu Hai, holding a wine glass to persuade the marquis to win.
Three cups of Turanuo will make the five mountains seem lighter..."
It’s as if I can see in my eyes those heroes who have served the country and the people through the ages, who have been sung throughout the ages, fighting freely and arrogantly...
"What's wrong, who is reciting poetry? Why have we never heard of such passionate and magnificent poetry?" The literati who were changing glasses of wine in a restaurant not far away looked at each other sideways.
Some people even rushed out of the restaurant and ran towards the source of the increasingly loud sounds.
When we got there, we were already surrounded by crowds of people, whether they were literati or traders, and they were already three feet inside and three feet outside.
Or the old, weak, women and children, as long as they could read, they all recited it loudly in unison.
As the sound of recitation spread, it gradually spread further and further, echoing in the streets and alleys, spreading to Dongshi, and spreading to many restaurants and restaurants in the surrounding area...
Qin Qiong and others also arrived, but they couldn't squeeze in and stomped their feet anxiously.
Zhili jumped up and down behind the crowd and shouted excitedly, "It's the young master. The young master is composing a poem."
"???" Qin Qiong and Niu Jinda looked at each other, what kind of trouble is this wise brother Yang Qian making?
Composing a poem and having so many people reciting it in a group, although it sounds extremely pleasant, Qin Qiong always feels a little panicked in his heart.
Yang Qian wrote with great care until the end, as if he was not writing.
Rather, they are carving and engraving the surging and proud spirit of China since the Qin and Han Dynasties.
The indomitable integrity, as well as the character that remains despite the dynasties, must be condensed in the writing.
The faces of the people who were watching the chanting loudly were all red with excitement. In their eyes, only this handsome and talented young man who splashed ink on the wall was the only one in their eyes.
The Japanese envoys were languishing on the ground and ignorant of their affairs, making them even unwilling and disdainful to take a second look.
"Two heroes of the Qianqiu period have conquered Daliang City.
Even if a hero dies and his bones are fragrant, he will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world.
Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra..."
Yang Qian was about to finish writing the last line of the poem, and he wrote the three powerful characters "Xia Ke Xing" next to the poem.
After finishing the three words "Xia Ke Xing", Yang Qian let out a long breath, stopped writing, turned around, and looked at the people of the Sui Dynasty who were excitedly reciting the poem, worthy of the ending.
He turned his head and pointed at the song "Xia Ke Xing" on the wall, where his writing power was brought to the extreme, and said leisurely.
"Everyone is optimistic that this is Yang Qian of Xingyang. Don't blame the beating of the Japanese envoys on others."
"General You Yiwei is here, why don't you disperse quickly?"
"!!!"
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