The sound of heavy drums seemed to strike people's hearts, and the clear sound of the piano seemed to wash away everyone's soul. Although no one had ever heard that song, everyone's blood boiled at this moment.
stand up.
Zhao Huan was so excited that he stood up and put his hands in his sleeves into fists. He was just timid and cowardly, but as Xu Zizhen said, the old Zhao family still had a bloody spirit.
Among the envoys from various countries, the expressions of the Jin Kingdom and the Tubo Uighurs were not very good, but the Duan family brothers and sisters and Mou Xianting Yelvfu listened with great interest. As for the officials behind Zhao Huan, all the officials behind Zhao Huan showed excited expressions, even though
It was Li Gang, Yong Ye and other mature and steady people who could hardly suppress the excitement in their hearts.
"…brighter than the sun!"
The last word of the last sentence fell, but the lingering sound still seemed to echo in the martial arts field and could not be dispersed for a long time. At this time, the 800 martial arts exercises also kicked out a flying kick, and finally landed firmly on the ground.
, the left fist protects the waist and the right fist reaches forward, with a bow and arrow at the foot, head held high, and a sharp look on the face, ending the whole set of boxing techniques with a very beautiful movement.
The entire venue was silent, and suddenly Zhao Huan cheered loudly: "Okay!"
This sound was like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan, and it immediately aroused a thunderous applause. Whether it was sincerely or in order to respond to Zhao Huan, they all clapped their hands vigorously, and the guards who were escorting him in the audience
The Imperial Army and the Forbidden Army gritted their teeth, and some even had tears in their eyes.
No one wants to be a slave to the subjugation of the country, no one wants to be a traitor, even Wang Fuliang Shicheng and his like are no exception. It’s just that the situation is over and they know the current affairs better than others.
Zhao Huan took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down. He turned to look at Xu Zizhen and asked with a smile: "Xu Qing, this song is wonderful. The words in it are simple and straightforward but touching the heart. It's quite fresh. Could it be Xu Zizhen?"
Sir, can you do what you have done? Do you have a name for it?"
Xu Zizhen replied respectfully: "Back to the official family, the humble minister has shown his embarrassment. This word is not written according to the conventional word cards. It is a new casual word form. It has a name, called "Men should strengthen themselves"!"
"Good! A good man should strive for self-improvement!" Zhao Huan was overjoyed and praised him without hesitation. But as soon as he praised him for a few words, he found that Wan Yanchang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He felt a thump in his heart and immediately stopped talking.
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The words in Xu Zizhen's song are easy to understand, and everyone can hear that they are inspiring people. Under the current situation, people in the Song Dynasty were naturally excited when they heard it, but people in the Jin Dynasty were not happy.
Zhao Huan laughed dryly and stopped talking. The officials also keenly sensed something was wrong and all shut their mouths. However, to their surprise, Wan Yanchang suddenly smiled, clapped his hands and praised: "Okay, it is indeed a good song.
Good words and good punches, this civil and military academy has opened my eyes." After speaking, he turned to the Tibetan envoy beside him and asked, "General Nuqi, what do you think?"
The Tubo envoy was the thin man with gloomy eyes that Xu Zizhen saw. He did not give Zhao Huan any face and said coldly: "I don't understand the songs of the Song Dynasty. This boxing move? It's just a fancy fist and embroidered legs."
Nuqi's voice was heard from the stage to the audience, and everyone in the venue could hear it clearly. The martial arts athletes had stopped and stood in line again, with their hands behind their backs, and the lines were in high spirits. After hearing this,
As he spoke, everyone's eyes flashed with anger, and even the female students next to him showed dissatisfaction.
The officials secretly looked at each other, and the Tibetan envoys began to provoke. As expected, today's visit was hidden and not that simple.
Almost at the same moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Xu Zizhen. They all knew that Xu Zizhen had a bad temper, and those who provoked him never had a good end. But today the Holy Emperor is here, and there are so many envoys, if he dares to fall out in public.
There must be no good ending, but if he doesn't fall out, won't it give others the opportunity to step on him?
Xu Zizhen turned a blind eye to these glances, and still saluted Zhao Huan with a smile: "Guan family, it is rare for you to have a holy master come in person. I forgive you for being bold. Please meet all the students in our college and say a few holy words.
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Zhao Huan's high-spirited heart instantly relaxed, and he praised Xu Zizhen for his general knowledge. If he really turned against the Tubo envoys on the spot, Wan Yanchang would definitely help the Tubo envoys, and then it would be difficult for him.
Thinking of this, he quickly nodded and said: "This is a very good idea, it's accurate."
"Thank you, official!" Xu Zizhen thanked him loudly and turned to gesture to the audience.
Soon the east and west doors were opened, and students filed in one after another. Like the female martial arts students, they all wore uniform clothes, Confucian shirts and cloth boots, but no one wore a headscarf, because they were actually the same as the martial arts students.
They all have a little hair left, and although their spirits are not as sharp as those in martial arts, they have a different temperament.
"Students welcome the holy master, long live long live long live!"
When the Confucian scholars came to the field, they also lined up in a square formation. The martial arts students were on their left, and the female students were on their right. A total of more than 3,000 people came to worship the mountain at the same time and shouted long live them.
Zhao Huan smiled and waved his hand: "Everyone, get up. There is no need to kneel down today."
"Thank you, Guanjia!"
All the male and female students stood up and stood up. Zhao Huan became more and more delighted as he watched. He turned around and asked, "What do you think of our academy?"
All the officials were filled with flattery, but in fact, most of them were speaking from their hearts. The change of Yingtian Academy into a dual-study of civil and military subjects surprised everyone in the world, but now that they have seen it in person, they feel that such a change seems strange.
Not bad indeed.
Suddenly, a very discordant voice penetrated into everyone's ears.
"But that's it. I just said that the martial arts can only be used to show off one's skills, but the literary ones... Huh! Bai Wuyi is just a scholar, let alone what these pretty girls can do."
The sound of praise suddenly stopped, and all eyes were focused on one person, the Tibetan envoy Nuqi, with the same disdainful look on his face.
The next moment all eyes subconsciously turned to Xu Zizhen, but at this moment Wan Yanchang spoke again, he said with a smile: "General Nuqi, this is the first college of the Song Dynasty, what you said is a bit inappropriate.
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Everyone was stunned. Wan Yanchang actually spoke for Xu Zizhen? Is this a ghost?
Only Xu Zizhen smiled and remained unchanged, because he knew that Wan Yanchang's last move was coming.
Sure enough, as soon as Wan Yanchang finished speaking, his words suddenly changed: "Since this place is called a civil and military academy, the students there are naturally good at both civil and military skills. You can't tell the depth just by looking at their faces."
Nucci said: "I don't believe it."
Wan Yanchang narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fat fox: "Does General Nuqi still want to try their skills?"
Nu Qi's gloomy eyes drifted towards Xu Zizhen: "That's exactly what I meant."