The emperor looked through the articles and paintings in his hand, and put them down after a long time, still not satisfied, "I see that the brushstrokes on these are all different, who painted them all?"
Man Bao's heart was beating fast and he said quickly: "Your Majesty, we asked Mr. Fang for help and many people to help draw and copy."
The emperor thought that the manuscripts he had brought were drawn by different people. He nodded, looked at Bai Erlang with more appreciation, and asked, "Did you write this article and these stories?"
Bai Erlang responded "Yes" and then said: "The article was directed by Bai Shan. He wrote down a lot of information. More than half of the story was told to me by Zhou Man."
The emperor glanced at Zhou Man next to him and said to him: "You want to call me senior sister and senior brother, why are you so rude?"
Bai Erlang: "...senior sister."
Man Bao shuddered, glanced at Bai Erlang, and responded hesitantly in front of the emperor, "Huh?"
The emperor was very satisfied with this and said to them: "Sisters and brothers should be brothers and sisters. Okay, you have done a good job in this matter. Erlang, can you please treat Xue Gui in the past few days?"
Write down the results of the Wagyu Governor's raid and attach it to the article, so that you two can prepare everything, and have everything ready before noon the day after tomorrow."
It's already afternoon now, not two days at all, okay?
A day and a half at most, that time was too tight. When the two were about to bargain, the emperor said: "All the literate people in the army are at your disposal."
So in the afternoon, many people were called to copy stories and articles. Those who could draw had to paint, and craftsmen in the army were recruited to make Kongming lanterns.
At noon the day after tomorrow, the wind was gentle and sunny, and there was no wind at all. The official of the Qintian Prison said, "If you put it on at this time, the Kongming Lantern will not be able to fly into the city."
The emperor was a little unhappy and asked: "When can we release it?"
He came all the way from the small town to the main camp, not just to catch wind, so he forced the Qintian Prison officials with his eyes.
Official of Qin Tian Jian:... He can't make trouble out of thin air, can he?
So he ignored the emperor. Anyway, there was no wind now, so it was useless to force him.
The emperor could only wait with Zhou Manbai Erlang and others, waiting for the wind to come.
Fortunately, it is winter and the wind is still common.
The Qintian Prison official felt the direction of the wind and said to everyone: "This position is not suitable. We have to change it."
Just change it, anyway, the three outer sides of the inner city are now occupied by the Jin army. As long as he doesn't want to go to the easternmost place to put the Kongming lanterns, the emperor can satisfy him.
So the group of people changed places under the guard of the imperial army. Half an hour later, several lanterns floated up unsteadily, carrying Bai Erlang's many days of hard work to the domestic city...
Under everyone's gaze, the Kongming Lantern floated into the inner city, and the rope specially wrapped inside was burned. The half-open cloth bag tied under the rope fell with the rope, and was blown by the wind in the air, tumbling
Lots and lots of paper flew out from time to time.
The paper swayed down lightly, some flew farther away, and some fell directly...
Naturally, these Bai Erlang and the others couldn't see it. In order to ensure that the rope would be burned when the Kongming Lantern flew over the inner city, they chose a place far away under the guidance of the Qintian Prison, and only saw the Kongming Lantern flying into the inner city in the distance.
City, I don’t know what the outcome will be.
So they stood there and waited. After a long time, the imperial guards came back quickly to report, "Your Majesty, I saw that all the articles on the Kongming Lantern flew down."
The emperor asked excitedly, "Are you sure?"
"Sure!"
"Okay," the emperor was overjoyed and immediately said: "Let all the Kongming lanterns go out."
So everyone went to light the Kongming Lanterns together.
Bai Erlang and Man Bao were the most excited. One carried the Kongming lantern, the other lit it, and whispered, "It's such a pity that Bai Shan can't come to light the Kongming lantern."
You know, even in the capital, they rarely have the opportunity to put out lights. Unlike today, they can put out as many lights as they want.
Man Bao and Bai Erlang cooperated and put out twelve lanterns at once. They felt very comfortable watching them fly unsteadily into the sky.
Each time a Kongming lantern is released, two people must make a wish. Each of the twelve lanterns has twelve wishes, so there are no duplicates.
The emperor also put down three lanterns with intention. He turned around and saw that they were still mumbling something to each other. He couldn't help but said: "These are not Kongming lanterns used for making wishes."
Man Bao asked: "They are both Kongming lanterns, don't they just have an extra rope underneath? What's the difference?"
The emperor couldn't tell the difference, so he could only say: "It's okay for you to make a wish. Even if you wish, you should make a wish to break through the inner city as soon as possible and end the Eastern Expedition. This is a sky lantern that was only set up for the war. You are making random personal wishes.
Be careful it's too heavy to fly."
Zhou Man and Bai Erlang: ...can they grant this wish? And if the wish is too heavy, it will fall off. Can this wish be even heavier?
There were eighty or ninety Kongming lanterns rising into the sky. The emperor specially collected ninety-nine lanterns for good luck.
They flew hard in the air following the wind, and then at a certain moment, their whole bodies shook, and the whole lamp became much more relaxed, and they flew faster and further...
Meanwhile, paper rain began to fall in the domestic city, with many articles and paintings falling from the air and falling into various streets.
This was the afternoon when ordinary people were finishing their work and going home for dinner. Although there were fewer pedestrians on the streets than usual because of the siege, there were still quite a few people.
These people bent down to pick up the paper that fell on the ground, and subconsciously looked up into the sky. Some people saw nothing, while others looked at the sky lanterns floating in the sky.
"Who is setting off the Kongming Lanterns in broad daylight?"
Shouldn't this be placed at night?
The clever one shouted in horror: "Isn't this a signal for the Jin army to attack?"
"Will this paper be poisonous?"
As soon as these words came out, many people who had picked up things were frightened and threw away the paper in their hands with a look of horror on their faces.
The literate person scanned the article on the paper and said complicatedly: "It's not a signal, there is a crusade written on it."
"What is a subjugation book?"
The literate people read the article out, and Bai Erlang specially wrote it in vernacular, which is easy to understand and the common people can understand it at a glance.
Not everyone is literate. Many people just picked up pictures of people. The people in them lived well at first, then got worse and worse. Finally, after almost starving to death, the emperor of Jin made porridge to provide relief.
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This painting is very easy to understand. Although there is not a word on it, the familiar clothes made them recognize it as a yamen servant at a glance. The grain and linen were carried back and forth three times. There were more and more patches on the clothes on the body, and the back
The increasingly crooked protagonist lets them know that this is the third increase in donations.
The people in the city instantly felt empathy when looking at these paintings. Some people couldn't help but burst into tears when they saw the people in the paintings pushing their daughters out and handing them over to someone to take away.
In order to cope with the war, many of them had to sell their sons and daughters to raise taxes. This war should not have started, if their king had not taken the initiative to attack Yingzhou of Jin...
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