At noon that day, Zhao Gen set out from the Imperial Prefecture in Handan to deliver meals to Lu Yan and Nong Yu who were in the fields. Along the way, he met many women carrying bamboo baskets, and many of them were holding children.
Looking at such a scene, she thought of those days in Qin State again.
It’s the spring plowing season again. Before going on an expedition last year, Senior Li Mu also said that he would eat new rice next time. Unexpectedly, he returned to Qin and I went to Handan again. I don’t know how Chen Ping’s kid has been in the past few months.
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While she was thinking wildly, the low wooden shed appeared in her eyes, and she suddenly stopped and thought about it.
"Chen Ping admires Lu Yan the most. I can ask my sister to write him a message and send it to him. By the way, I can also send a letter to senior Li Mu."
Zhao Jin's slender eyebrows curved, a natural smile appeared on his lips and teeth, and he quickened his pace towards the wooden shed.
She approached Nong Yu, took out the lunch box and handed it over, and whispered at the same time: "Sister, can I ask you a favor?"
"Huh? What?" Nong Yu looked at her slightly confused.
"I would like to ask you, sir, to write a message to Chen Ping."
Nong Yu looked at the sincerity flashing in her clear eyes, quietly looked back at Lu Yan, and smiled: "Is he scary? Why don't you tell him yourself?"
"Uh~" Zhao Jin didn't know how to express it and was choked for a moment.
Although it was Lu Yan who sent people to kidnap her back from Zhao Gongzijia, he never paid attention to her since he threw her to Nong Yu.
Zhao Jin was really frightened that she should take the initiative to find Lu Yan.
Seeing her embarrassed look, Nong Yu shook her head helplessly, "Okay, this is a trivial matter. I'll help you tell him."
"Thank you sister."
"Husband, let's eat first." Nong Yu put the lunch box on the table and said as he served the rice, "Zhao Jin came to me just now to ask you to write a message to Chen Ping. That kid is very talented.
I have always regarded you as my goal in life."
"Ahem~" Lu Yan immediately threw away the things in his hands, turned around and asked, "Who are you talking about, Chen Ping?"
"Well, there is a child named Chen Ping. His family moved here from the Kingdom of Wei. His family must have been fairly well off before. The head of the family is his elder brother, Uncle Chen. He sold off the property of the Kingdom of Wei before settling in the Kingdom of Qin."
Chen Ping!
One of the most important founding heroes of the Han Dynasty, he assisted Liu Bang in establishing the country, experienced the dictatorship of Lu Pheasant, put down the rebellion of Zhu Lu, and died during the reign of Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty.
Is this Chen Ping that Chen Ping?
Lu Yan was shocked.
Regardless of whether it's Chen Ping or not, of course I have to help with such small things. It's just a matter of writing a sentence.
He thought for a while, and the message that was in line with the young man's nature must be full of courage. So he wrote down twenty-four words, signed his name, and printed the seal of the Imperial Master.
After blowing on the ink and sealing the paper, Lu Yan suddenly asked: "By the way, what's the progress of Zhao Jin, the best dancer in the world?"
Nongyu stared at him with a strange look on his face, "You are still thinking about it, what are you going to do?"
Lu Yan secretly glanced at Zhao Jin over there, approached her and said, "That's right, I have a plan. At the end of this year,..."
Nongyu listened intently, and soon her eyes lit up, "This is a good idea! Don't worry, I will never let you down, husband."
Zhao Jin looked around at the people everywhere, feeling uneasy, and did not notice at all that the husband and wife over there were staring at her and whispering at the same time.
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In Xianyang City, the lone novelist Shi Kuang was walking on the street, touched a few coins in his pocket, and lowered his head in despair.
"It's really disgusting. Why did the editor at Central Academy reject my novel? If this continues, I won't even be able to afford pen, ink, and paper...ahhhh~"
Just when he was holding his head in grief, he suddenly noticed that the crowd on the street was surging.
"what's the situation?"
"The Central Academy has published a new book~ Come and take a look~"
"Master National Master's new work, the price is low and the quality is guaranteed. Don't miss it~"
Shi Kuang jumped up instantly, his hair standing on end, and yelled, "Lu Yan's new work!" He then followed the crowd and rushed back to the Central Academy.
After all, he had martial arts skills and managed to get to the front of the crowd. Without saying a word, he bought a copy of "Legend of the Divine Sword of Zhenyue, Li Mu?"
"After you buy it, go behind it and don't block it!"
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
Shi Kuang jumped out of the crowd with the book and flipped through two pages casually, "Martial arts novel, this story is purely fictional, please do not substitute reality. Li Mu, Zhen Yue Jian, you just say this is fiction?!"
He sneered, looked around, found a tea shop and walked over.
"Brother, serve the tea."
"Here you come, sir."
"Lu Yan, you actually write novels. Let me see what you have written."
Shi Kuang sat down peacefully and began to read the book carefully. As a result, he couldn't stop reading it and completely forgot about the passage of time.
The young ranger Li Mu has an excellent background, handsome appearance, and good martial arts skills. He plunges into the world of the Northland arena with his beautiful longing for a "hero".
Along the way, he challenged martial arts masters everywhere. He was not arrogant in victory or discouraged in defeat, and his martial arts gradually improved. He punished evil and promoted good, acted chivalrously and righteously, and his reputation gradually spread.
In the name of a hero, he challenged Lu Goujian, the best swordsman in the Zhao Kingdom, but unfortunately he missed a move and was defeated by Lu Goujian.
Although Lu Goujian won, he believed that Li Mu's future was far ahead of his own. Because he held a three-foot long sword and his swordsmanship was among the best in the world. He had reached the ultimate level of a "hero", but he was still unable to save the common people.
Lu Goujian taught Li Mu what he had learned throughout his life, and then continued to hide in the market and work as his butcher.
The three-foot sword in your hand cannot save the common people.
The best swordsman in the Zhao Kingdom was so lonely. Li Mu felt that his dream of being a hero was shattered. So he returned home in confusion, obeyed the family's arrangements, married a wife and had children, and lived a stable life.
Until one day, the barbarians from the north launched a massive attack, burning, killing, looting and causing harm to the north of Zhao. Countless compatriots died tragically. The Zhao army failed to respond, which made the situation even worse.
The Zhenyue Sword was born, and Li Mu was no longer the young knight-errant who wielded swords in the arena, but a soldier who the people of the north entrusted with his life.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The earth collapses and the mountains destroy the heroes, and the sky holds the mountains and the mountains are determined! I, Li Mu, will not let a single citizen of Zhao fall in front of me for one day."
Recommended by Zhao She, Lord of Mafu, and Zhao Sheng, Lord of Pingyuan, Li Mu became the northern general of Zhao State, defeated the barbarians, and fulfilled his promise. He stayed at the frontier for the rest of his life, making this promise continue.
There is only the legend of Zhenyue Sword left in the world, but no one has ever seen its sword light again, because it has been stuck on the border of Zhao State forever.
"A great chivalrous person serves the country and the people. Great! It's so well written!"
After Shi Kuang read the last eight words, he continued to praise, but was interrupted by a loud noise next to him.
"What a fart!"
The waiter slapped the table, stared at him fiercely and said, "You've been sitting here all afternoon and you asked for a glass of water! Are you immoral or not?!"
"Don't be angry, I'm just fascinated by reading, haha." Shi Kuang comforted him with good words, and then he was ready to give a few more money to settle the matter, but when he took it out of his pocket, he found that he had no money!
His eyes immediately opened wide, and his mind began to think of ideas over and over again.
"Um, buddy, could you please call your shopkeeper out? I have some business and want to talk to him."
The waiter was too lazy to take care of him and said angrily: "Hey, you still want to complain to the shopkeeper? I've seen you pretend to be cool even if you don't have money. Just give me the money quickly, and then you can go wherever you like."
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"Oh, I'm short-sighted." Shi Kuang immediately lifted the hem of his clothes, jumped on the tea table, rolled up the book, and pointed at the other tea guests.
"Dear guests, I am Shi Kuang, a novelist among hundreds of scholars. Please sit down and drink tea, and prick up your ears.
The Central Academy published a novel today, written by the Imperial Master, and I will give you a lecture on it."
"Hey, you man, come down here. If you make any more nonsense, I'll call someone else!" The clerk wanted to stop him, but unfortunately he, an ordinary person, couldn't move Shi Kuang even a little bit.
Shi Kuang is worthy of being a novelist. He has a very good voice. He tells stories in a rhythmic and fascinating way. The youthful passion, vicissitudes of life, the love between sons and daughters, the fighting and the iron horse... everything in the story is vividly displayed.
The whole tea shop was stunned. Group after group of people came outside, surrounding the small shop three times inside and three times outside.
The shopkeeper stared at Shi Kuang with bright eyes and rubbed his little hands together, constantly calculating how to keep this man.
Of course, Shi Kuang couldn't stay in this tea shop. He had a bigger dream.
Lu Yan's book will definitely be a hit, ushering in an era of novels all over the world.
As a novelist, if I can't ride the wind, I might as well wipe my neck!
Well, let me study this book carefully and why it makes me so addicted to reading it.