Although Tang Wanjin did not move back to the court with Prince Pingxi in a high-profile manner, he was the newly appointed third-rank general of the imperial court, and Feng Sijin was not a low-key figure in the capital. When the two of them returned to the capital,
Although there were no officials to greet him on the day, there were people from all over the capital to greet him.
Of course, almost all of those who came out to greet them that day were for Feng Sijin. Everyone in the capital knew about Feng Sijin’s style. Although not everyone could see Feng Sijin, Feng Sijin
I go out to meet guests every now and then. If I'm lucky, I can always see them once a month, but...
Ever since Feng Sijin won the first prize and was sent to serve in the northwest, no one in Beijing had seen Feng Sijin again. Occasionally, news came from the northwest, but it was not good news.
Not to mention the girls in the capital who admired Feng Sijin, even the students who admired Feng Sijin's talent were also worried about Feng Sijin. Therefore, after receiving the news that Feng Sijin had returned to Beijing, those girls and students,
Then he spontaneously came to the street to greet Feng Sijin.
"Young Master Feng, it's Young Master Feng..." As soon as Feng Sijin and Tang Wanjin entered the city, they received a warm welcome. However, these people came for Feng Sijin and didn't care about Tang Wanjin at all.
"Master Feng, look here..." Although the bold girls did not dare to show their love to Feng Sijin in the street, they dared to leave behind the handkerchiefs and sachets they always carry.
Although it's not an exaggeration, handkerchiefs and sachets rained down like rain, but they happened one after another without interruption.
"Master Feng, until you come back safely, I can finally get married with peace of mind." In the teahouse, a bold young lady stuck her head out and shouted, but she shrank back before others could see her face clearly.
The rich girls only dared to talk through the window and throw sachets, but those students did not have so many taboos. They stood in a row and waited on the road that Feng Sijin must pass. After Feng Sijin came, they sent representatives to come forward.
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"Young Master Feng, we have something to ask of you. Please get off your horse and tell me something." A white-faced scholar stepped forward and pointed to an oversized scroll held up by dozens of people behind him.
"What is this?" Feng Sijin had to stop and got off his horse.
The white-faced scholar did not say it directly, but kept it secret, "Master Feng, please read it."
Following his words, a large scroll dozens of meters wide unfolded...
There are densely packed characters on it, which are hundreds of meters long.
"Wow..." When the ladies saw this scene, they all opened their mouths.
"What a long scroll."
"It's full of words. How long will it take to write?"
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"This is a scripture that our students copied for the soldiers who died on the battlefield." As soon as the scroll came out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention. Feng Sijin looked along the scroll. When he saw what was written on it clearly, Feng Sijin calmed down.
There was a trace of emotion on his face, he bowed his hands, and solemnly thanked you: "Everyone has worked hard. On behalf of the soldiers who died in the northwest, I would like to thank you."
"Young Master Feng, you are too polite. We are just doing something within our ability. It is not like Master Feng who went to the battlefield as a scholar. This is the "Golden Steel Sutra" that more than a thousand of our students in the capital copied for the soldiers who died in the northwest. Each of us copied it once.
, a total of nine hundred and ninety-eight times, nine hundred and ninety-nine times. We have reserved a place and asked Master Feng to write it in person." The leading student stepped forward, rolled up the scroll, and handed it to Feng Sijin behind him.
's subordinates.
"Nothing bothers you, Master. We have asked Abbot Yunhai to recite this scripture for ninety-nine and eighty-one days. After copying it for the last time, we also asked Mr. Feng to send it to the northwest on our behalf and burn the scripture to the dead soldiers.
To comfort their heroic souls.”
Although this kind of thing is suspected of seeking fame and reputation, it cannot be refused, and Feng Sijin readily agreed.
Originally, there was nothing wrong with Tang Wanzhen, but at that time Tang Wanzhen said too much: "Can I copy it again?"
As a result, General Xiao Tang beside Feng Sijin also became angry, and before Tang Wanjin was awarded the official position, he was specially summoned by the old emperor.
Fortunately, when Tang Wanjin met the old emperor, he met Jun Yian.
Tang Wanjin had a vague fondness for Jun Yian, but this goodwill had gradually faded away in the northwest. The moment Tang Wanjin saw Jun Yian, he had only one reaction, and that was: It's over!
It's over, it's over, it's over. He forgot to borrow troops to destroy Yaowang Valley. Is it okay to ask the old emperor for troops now?
Tang Wanjin's intestines turned green with regret. He couldn't remember what the old emperor said after that, or what official position he was given. He only had one idea, and that was - if something happens, go find Qiancheng!
Tang Wanjin didn't even go to collect official uniforms from the officers and soldiers, but ran away as soon as he came out of the palace...
"Tang Wanjin, stop!" Jun Yian came out only one step later than Tang Wanjin and trotted all the way. He finally saw Tang Wanjin's figure, but before Jun Yian could catch up, Tang Wanjin found her.
existence, running faster than a rabbit.
"What a tragedy. If I am brought back to Yaowang Valley by my little wife, I will definitely die." Tang Wanjin ran faster when he saw that Jun Yian was chasing after him closely.
"Tang Wanjin, stop!" Jun Yian never thought that one day Tang Wanjin would run away when he saw her, "Tang Wanjin, if you have the ability, don't be caught by me." If you catch her, don't catch her.
Tang Wanjin’s hands and feet are disabled, so her surname is no longer Jun!
Jun Yian chased Tang Wanjin all the way out of the palace gate. When he saw Tang Wanjin running away on horseback, Jun Yian also jumped on the horse. The two ignored the rules of the capital and rode directly on the street.
By the time the soldiers patrolling the city came over after receiving the news, the two of them were already riding out of the city, one after another.
When the news spread back to the capital, everyone was dumbfounded.
"Tang Wanjin is crazy. He ran away alone. Aren't he afraid of something happening?" Although King Pingxi apparently didn't know Tang Wanjin's secrets, in fact he knew more than anyone else.
If not for this, he would not have left Tang Wanjin in the northwest to avoid exposing his flaws in the capital, but he did not expect that boy to be completely ungrateful and follow Feng Sijin back to the city.
Feng Sijin had just returned to Beijing and was very busy. Although he had been paying attention to Tang Wanzhen's movements, he couldn't keep an eye on him like an old lady. Feng Sijin didn't receive the news until Tang Wajin left the city.
Feng Sijin shook his head and said helplessly and enviously: "It's better for you."
Helpless and envious, Feng Sijin still had to help him clean up the mess left by Tang Wanjin. At least he couldn't leave a bad impression on the old emperor because of this matter.
And it is impossible for people in the Changsheng Sect not to know about such a big incident between Jun Yian and Tang Wanjin.
The Immortal Sect learned from Jino that there was an immortal in the Eternal Life Sect. Under Jino's misleading, he always thought it was Gu Qiancheng, but it turned out that he was not.
Seeing Jun Yian chasing Tang Wanzhen, the people of the Changsheng Sect became suspicious and immediately sent people to keep an eye on Jun Yian and Tang Wajin.
Tang Wanjin received news from Feng Sijin in advance and thought that Gu Qiancheng was in the south of the Yangtze River. Regardless of Jun Yian's pursuit, Tang Wanjin rushed day and night to the south of the Yangtze River...
A note to readers:
I have been in a state of excitement all day today, but I just can’t read the words. This is a disease of mine that needs to be cured!