58: Female Sword Fairy: It's just a little disgusting...:
No one expected that Wu Changan would say such words!
When I see Wu Zhongxian from now on, I will never use a knife or see any blood!
The great general who ranks among the three most powerful men, the promise of a first-class land god!
In other words, he will never take action against Wu Zhongxian in the future!!
It may seem like nothing, but don’t forget that Zhou and Wei are hostile countries.
If there is a fight in the future, it is equivalent to having an extra life-saving card.
Wu Zhongxian felt faintly moved in his heart.
But on the surface, he said calmly: "No, I want to add one more."
"Um?"
Wu Zhongxian's words not only surprised Wu Changan.
It even shocked Ji Shinian and Wang Zhenjun.
How dare he make demands of this general...
And his face doesn’t change color!
As if he was confident, as if he had a winning ticket.
So confident!!
"Okay, I can promise you this, general!"
Wu Changan raised his head, and then there was an inexplicable meaning in his eyes, and he said: "However, the price for agreeing to your conditions is that if you are a person seeking fame and reputation, don't blame me for being ruthless with the sword."
Wu Changan appreciated poetry, but that did not mean that any scholar could offend him or deceive him.
If Wu Zhongxian cannot satisfy him, then don't blame his knife for being too fast.
As soon as these words came out, Wang Zhenjun's hand was already on the broad knife.
Even if he knew the strength of Wu Changan, a first-class land immortal.
He had no intention of retreating.
If a fight really breaks out, the entire Royal Forest Army will risk their lives to save Eunuch Wu's life.
But Wu Changan didn't even look at them or take them seriously.
The only person present who could catch the eyes of the general was the female swordswoman.
"Of course it's no problem."
Wu Zhongxian smiled lightly, stepped off the carriage and walked towards Wu Changan.
"Master Wu!"
Wang Zhenjun shouted subconsciously.
Too dangerous!
Being so close, if Wu Changan were to use his sword, there would be no time to save him.
Feng Zhu also looked serious.
Wu Changan, on the other hand, smiled and praised: "As expected of someone who can write such majestic poems, he has some courage."
In Wu Changan's understanding, the person who could write poems such as Lord Moxiao lying drunk on the battlefield, and how many people fought in ancient times, would definitely not be someone who lived an ignoble existence.
That's why he said the words "There is no mercy under the sword."
I just want to test whether Wu Zhongxian really has such courage.
Wu Zhongxian was not only courageous, but also exceeded Wu Changan's imagination.
Dare to face his sword!
Looking at the great Wei State and the whole world, there are not many people who have such courage!!
Wu Changan already had some appreciation for Wu Zhongxian.
Wu Zhongxian looked at Wu Chang'an and said with a smile: "General Wu, this poem was inspired by me when I entered Beicheng in the morning. It is not written on the spot."
"Tell me and listen!"
Wu Changan didn't mind, he was just a little surprised.
Poems about entering Beicheng?
It should be something related to the city or the frontier fortress. It meets his requirements.
Does it matter whether it was done on the spot?
Poems written in the morning are no different from poems written impromptuly.
It’s just a half-day interval!
Even a famous scholar may not be able to write a poem that will last forever.
So Wu Changan wanted to see why this eunuch was so confident? He dared to make conditions with him.
Wu Changan didn't even ask Wu Zhongxian what his conditions were.
As long as Wu Zhongxian's poem can compare with the previous one, Wu Chang'an can accept whatever his request is.
This is his promise and pattern as a general.
A promise worth a thousand dollars!
Wu Zhongxian saw that Wu Changan's character was a truly benevolent and righteous general, so he walked over calmly.
It's not that he doesn't care about his life.
Sometimes, it takes courage to win opportunities.
Opportunities coexist with dangers.
If you don't dare to try, you will only be able to do nothing in your life.
Wu Zhongxian looked toward Beicheng, his thoughts surging.
Indeed, he had a poem in his mind from the moment he entered Beicheng.
Beicheng stands in the wilderness.
Towering city walls.
Raging flowing moat water.
Soldiers guarding the border.
Women and children in the city longing for their husbands to return home.
Only by seeing all this with your own eyes can you appreciate the artistic conception of the majestic poetry.
Wu Zhongxian also understood why he could not write poems with artistic conception in his past.
Because his experience is far less than that of the poet Li Bai, nor can he compare with the poet Du Fu.
Experience is improved bit by bit.
In the past, Wu Zhongxian just copied the poems of his predecessors.
Now, he can copy the artistic conception.
He can read the poems he wants to read with emotion.
Poetry is not just for others to listen to, it is not just for show, it is also his heartfelt voice!
After a long silence, Wu Zhongxian looked toward Beicheng and spoke loudly: "The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles and blows through Yumen Pass.
The origin of the battle was that no one returned.
The garrisonmen looked at the border towns, thinking of returning home with many sad faces.
The tall building is like this night, and there is no time to sigh."
“What a poem!”
As soon as Wang Zhenjun finished listening, he couldn't help but express his admiration.
There is no intention of licking it in a hurry.
But I was really touched.
As soon as this poem came out, the sense of picture appeared in front of the eyes of all the soldiers.
The bright white moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains and disappears in the vast sea of clouds.
The long wind blew across tens of thousands of miles of land, all the way to Yumen Pass.
Where battles have been fought since ancient times, few people can survive.
Seeing this desolate scene, the soldiers often had sad faces as they missed their hometown.
The homesick wife must be sighing constantly in the high-rise building.
This poem compares Beicheng, the gate of the Zhou Dynasty, to the Jade Gate, and it is really praised to the extreme.
When the cavalry heard the last few words, they were even more moved.
Their dedication was recognized by a poem!
Throughout the ages, border soldiers have been forgotten.
Being far away from the capital, ordinary soldiers may never see the emperor in their lifetime.
Young general Ji Shinian couldn't help but look at Wu Zhongxian.
This eunuch is really talented!
He doesn't understand poetry, but he can understand different perceptions from it.
Ji Shinian sincerely admired Wu Zhongxian.
A eunuch could have such talent and learning, and such a majestic character.
Really extraordinary!
"Good poetry! Really good poetry!!"
Wu Changan couldn't help but praise it.
Without any extra words, he already admitted in his heart that he was moved.
As a general, he also fought on the battlefield. He understood the hardships of soldiers on the battlefield better than those ministers in the court.
This poem by Wu Zhongxian describes the scenery of the frontier fortress and the experiences of the garrison soldiers, and goes deeper into the pain of lovesickness between the garrison soldiers and their missing wives.
Such poems can most resonate with generals and soldiers.
Wu Changan kept his promise and said generously: "Tell me, what are your conditions."
"I would like to ask General Wu a few questions."
Wu Changan did not hesitate: "Tell me everything you know!"
He is a man of his word.
He also admired talented and learned people like Wu Zhongxian.
"Take a step to speak."
Wu Zhongxian raised his hand and walked towards the tea shed a few hundred meters away.
Wang Zhenjun and his group wanted to follow, but were stopped by Wu Zhongxian with a wave of his hand.
Ji Shinian was naturally embarrassed to follow him.
Only Wu Zhongxian and Wu Changan were sitting in the tea shed, drinking tea and chatting.
Not many people in the world can chat with the great general of the Wei Dynasty like a good friend!
Feng Zhu looked at Wu Zhongxian's tall figure, his eyes flickering slightly.
She thought it would be a fierce battle.
But he didn't expect Wu Zhongxian to resolve the crisis so easily.
Not many people in the world can even make a general like Wu Changan show admiration!
