Sheng Minglin quickly explained: "Zhuzhu has learned martial arts in the past few days and is very good. He is a genius who is one in ten thousand. So Zhuzhu thought that when he grows up, he can learn from his uncle and become a general for the emperor, so he can be pinched.
After knowing this, this is what Zhuzhu will look like in the future."
General Xie suddenly realized.
Although he didn't believe Zhuzhu was so powerful, he still said: "Ah! So that's it! No wonder uncle doesn't feel like uncle at first glance! Uncle can't be so majestic! Only Zhuzhu can be so majestic!"
Tuanzi was immediately coaxed, and said with a smile: "Uncle is also majestic! Zhuzhu is still young, and the Zhuzhu family has the majesty of being cute, and the great uncle... has the majesty of being old."
General Xie: "..."
What can he say.
He could only say: "Zhuzhu is right!"
He fished his niece out again, kissed her hands and cheeks, and asked, "Ming Lin came here for something?"
Sheng Minglin explained the matter and said: "I didn't write this thing on the surface, so I want my uncle to find someone more honest."
"No need to go to such trouble." General Xie said with a smile: "I have a brother who is the best at doing this kind of thing."
At the same time, he directly ordered: "Call Lao Liu and ask him to bring some of the things he wrote."
After a while, Lao Liu came over. He was obviously very familiar with General Xie, and he smiled and held his hand.
Old Liu's name is Liu Yue, and he is the deputy general of General Xie. Compared with General Xie's elegant and handsome appearance, Old Liu's appearance is more in line with what everyone thinks of a general. He is a tall man with thick eyebrows, big eyes.
The two parties knew each other by name, and Liu Yue took out a roll of paper from his arms.
Sheng Minglin took it and looked at it carefully.
General Xie said: "Old Liu feels that when warriors go to the battlefield and fight hard, they crawl through mountains of corpses and seas of blood every day, but the literati have never seen it and don't know. They think it's easy for them. What he says is worse than what he says. , so I often write some poems, articles, etc. and put them out, so that everyone knows how hard it is to fight, and don’t stand and talk every day without pain in the back.”
He paused for a moment: "Also, some people went to the battlefield and died, leaving nothing behind. Therefore, if someone he knew died on the battlefield, Lao Liu would tell him his name and where.
People, write down what you have done, what battles you have fought, etc., and say that in the future the border will be peaceful and there are no wars, just compile a book.
Knowing that these people were once living people, they must leave a mark in the world."
Sheng Minglin was very moved when he heard this. He stood up and saluted Liu Yue: "Uncle Liu is really benevolent and warm-hearted."
Liu Yue waved his hand sheepishly: "We are just trying our best... Actually, we also understand that when it comes to writing, we are really not as good as those bad writers. I don't know how they laugh at us in private."
He paused midway: "Your Majesty, I'm not talking about you."
Sheng Minglin laughed: "I know, I don't stink."
Liu Yue touched the back of his head and couldn't help but feel happy.
Sheng Minglin continued to watch.
The words written by Liu Yue are really not very good, but they are simple, sincere and humorous, and there is a sense of unrestrainedness in which laughter, anger and curses are all turned into articles.
The more Sheng Minglin looked at it, the more beautiful it became. He felt that the cruel killings on the battlefield and the tenderness in the killings seemed to flow out from between the lines, making people fall involuntarily.
When compared with his writing, Sheng Minglin was too embarrassed to take out his own writing. He always felt that the writing was a bit too superficial.
He asked: "Uncle Liu, are there any more?"
Liu Yue touched his nose: "Yes, yes, but the writing is not very good."
"I think it's well written," Sheng Minglin said sincerely: "Can you show them all to me?"
"Okay," Liu Yue responded readily, "I'll go back and move it for you!"
He turned around and ran away. Sheng Minglin asked, "Uncle, have you shown this to Uncle Huang?"
General Xie shook his head: "No."
"But it's really well written," Sheng Minglin said: "How many people can see it if Uncle Liu is so casually spread out? How many people can read it? How many people can read it? But if Uncle Huang reads it,
, Uncle Huang himself is a divine general, he can understand it. He read it, and then casually showed it to the courtiers. Then, most of the courtiers will look for it. Even if half of them take it into their hearts, for the general,
It’s also a good thing.”
General Xie coughed, stood up with Zhuzhu in his arms, and looked at his hand: "Is it really that good?"
Sheng Minglin said seriously: "Okay, it's really good. If you believe me, when Uncle Liu brings it, I will sort it out for you and show it to Uncle Huang then."
General Xie patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, if it works, let's give it a try."
Liu Yue soon moved a big box. Sheng Minglin and Huo Chenzhao squatted down to take a closer look. At the same time, they also gave Liu Yue what he wrote and said: "Anyway, that's what it is. Uncle Liu, please leave me alone."
No matter how you write it, just write it again according to your way of writing."
Liu Yuedao: "You really want me to change it? I can't stand this kind of sourness... If you really want me to change it, once I change it, nothing will be left."
"It's okay," Sheng Minglin said with a smile: "You can just change it. After you change it, it's not like I can't change it again."
Liu Yue chuckled and said, "That's okay."
I sat on the chair and started to take a closer look.
General Xie sat there, listening to his niece tell her glorious deeds three times, and finally believed it a little bit, so he put her on the ground: "Then you can do two moves and let me see?"
He also stretched out a hand: "Just attack uncle's hand."
Sheng Minglin couldn't help but look sideways.
General Xie has an elegant appearance. He usually looks like a well-educated scholar and is reliable in every aspect. However, when he talks about martial arts, he accidentally reveals the naivety of a martial artist.
He didn't even think about it: Zhuzhu, a little person like her, couldn't raise her legs high, so how could she perform two moves!
But Tuanzi was stunned at that time. He looked at his uncle's hand and then at his uncle. He clearly didn't lie, but he felt guilty and said, "Zhuzhu hasn't learned how to do it yet!"
"Oh!" General Xie said quickly: "It's okay. Whatever Zhuzhu learned, he will use it."
Tuanzi used both hands hard and pushed his uncle's arm hard: "Zhuzhu's strength..."
She looked at her eldest uncle's motionless arm and gradually lost her voice... Then she felt so embarrassed and the whole group felt wronged: "Zhuzhuzhenda is like Qianchai! Zhuzhuzhenda is getting tired! Zhuzhu is not."
What a lie!"
General Xie hurriedly comforted her: "Of course, of course, Zhuzhu is the most powerful! Uncle doesn't believe it!"
Tuanzi burst into tears: "But my uncle just said this, so I don't believe it!"
She pointed her little finger at his eyes: "Jianyan, your jaundiced eyes have disbelief written all over them!"
"How could it be possible?" General Xie didn't know how to express himself. He widened his eyes and said sincerely, "Uncle believes in you! Uncle really believes in you!"
As he was talking, he suddenly heard a small noise at the door. General Xie frowned and raised his head.
The next moment, someone trotted in and reported: "Master Qin Jiang and Bai Qin of the Jinyi Guard, he said that he has something urgent to do and wants to see the prince and Mr. Huo."