The moon rises from the eastern sky and casts a milky white halo, far and near, high and low, and Beiyang City is shrouded in this halo and twilight.
The Nanguan Camp campus was filled with boxes and cages. Under the command of He Wu, more than a dozen guardsmen were loading these boxes and cages into trucks.
Li Qing stood in the bright moonlight, his voice was much lower, like a dragonfly touching water, and he asked Su Lu softly:
"Su Lu, I will hold a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry party tomorrow, can you come too?"
Su Lu was stunned for a moment, Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Contest? His predecessor had heard of this, but now that the country is in chaos and war is raging in Beizheng, does it have to be held?
Seeing that Su Lu didn't speak, He Wu hurriedly explained:
"Su Lu, you don't know something. The literati and military generals of the country are all good at poetry. The Mid-Autumn Festival and the Spring Festival are both good times to hold poetry gatherings. They will be held in the years of singing and dancing. The princess has been in Beiyang for several years.
I understand this poem."
Su Lu looked a little unhappy: "I have been fighting for days and am a little tired, so I will not participate in this poetry meeting."
When Li Qing heard this, he seemed to be a little shorter, and his voice became lost and low: "Then, I understand."
Su Lu watched Li Qingyuan go away, looking tired.
The wine and meat in the Zhumen stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road. In the ancient dynasties, it is better to look at the entire feudal dynasty, and it is a bloody history of cannibalism.
Is this the same situation in Han Dynasty?
After calling Li Kun and giving a few instructions, Su Lu turned around and left the military camp.
Nanguan Camp is still some distance away from the county seat. The moon is high in the sky, and there are no pedestrians on the road. There are only Su Lu and two soldiers.
Su Lu asked Tudun'er casually: "Tudun, how is your family doing now? Does your family still have enough money, but can you still eat enough?"
Tudun'er said happily: "Okay, everything is fine, Captain."
"Since I followed you, I brought money home every time I went to war, and my family has never been hungry. When I left home, my mother was nagging that the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon, and she wanted to make some moon cakes for you.
, I should also be able to eat the pomegranates in my yard, so I’ll give you some as well.”
The little Niba next to him looked sad. He was born in Suozibao, but now he has no family. Except for Erniu, Xiaosi and a few distant relatives, he has no relatives in the world.
After entering the city and arriving home, Su Lu finished washing and was just about to lie down when Su Yun opened the door and came in.
"Brother, at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival tomorrow, the princess said that many big shots from the Xuanfu will be there, and she wants you to go too."
Su Lu frowned and said: "I have already replied to the princess about this matter. I am tired from fighting and will not go."
Hearing this, Su Yun opened the door and said, "Brother, you won't be hurt. Last time I went to Beizheng to deliver food, I didn't even see you tired."
"Why"
Su Lu patted down Su Yun's hand that touched his own arrow wound. He was hit by an arrow in the chest. He lacked medical treatment and has not recovered yet.
Su Yun's brows furrowed and tears welled up in his eyes: "Brother, are you injured?"
Su Lu sat up on the bed with his usual expression: "How can you not get injured when you kill an enemy on the battlefield? These are just minor injuries, nothing to worry about."
Su Yun was in tears and squatted beside the bed: "Brother, I have developed inner breath. Let me warm your wound. Lao He said that inner breath is very good for warming and nourishing the wound."
Su Lu patted Su Yun's hand down and lay down on the bed: "It's okay. Little Niba has been warmed up by me. I'm going to sleep. If you need anything, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Su Yun carefully tucked Su Lu into a quilt. After seeing Su Lu close his eyes, he cautiously left the room and came to the main hall.
He Wu, Li Qing, and Zhao Pu were suddenly in the main hall. When they saw Su Lu, the three of them hurriedly came over.
Zhao Pu rushed to say: "Brother Su, have you agreed?"
Su Yun shook his head: "My brother was injured by an arrow and is tired. He has already gone to bed. I am afraid that he will not be able to participate in the poetry meeting tomorrow."
Originally, Su Yun was a little moved after hearing Li Qing talk about the benefits of the poetry meeting. Considering his brother's future, it seemed that it would not be difficult to participate in the poetry meeting. However, when he saw Su Lu was injured, he felt severe pain in his chest.
, Su Yun no longer wanted his brother to participate in poetry gatherings.
He Wu looked surprised: "Su Lu is injured. A guy like him who is invincible and invincible can actually be injured!"
Li Qing's eyebrows were frowned, and his voice was full of anxiety:
"Captain Su is injured. Is it serious? Xiaoyun, can you see if the wound is serious? Do you want to call a doctor? I have an imperial doctor at home. Call him and let Su Lu have a look."
Su Yun was a little moved when he heard this: "But my brother has already fallen asleep."
Li Qing rushed to say: "It doesn't matter, you can see the injury even after sleeping. He Wu, please send someone to invite Mr. Tan and bring a ginseng."
He Wu hurried away, and only Li Qing, Zhao Pu and Su Yun were left in the hall.
Li Qing asked Zhao Pu: "De Mou, please read Saixiaqu again. I didn't expect Su Lu's poetry writing level to be so high. I haven't seen his poems in the past. It's a pity."
Zhao Pu recited the song again, and was very happy: "This poem is really well written, and has everyone's style. I am impressed by the description of the scene and the emotion."
Li Qing silently recited the poem several times, and then spoke: "Yes, after listening to this poem, I, who have never been to Zhengqu, can imagine the scene in front of Zhengqu, with thousands of miles of yellow sand and dark mountains in the distance.
It’s gloomy, I’ve traveled thousands of miles, the autumn water is cold.”
Zhao Pu began to talk about what he thought was unsatisfactory: "General, look at it, how about changing the word "Autumn" in "Autumn Water" to "Zheng"? It not only highlights the topic, but also directly describes the place where the poem was written, the northern border fortress and the yellow sand desert.
Beizheng."
Li Qing rudely rejected Zhao Pu: "No, this word cannot be changed."
"The place where the poem was written is in Zhengqu. We can say it through our mouths, or we can infer it from the location of Lintao Mountain in the poem. However, the word "Autumn" is indispensable. It not only points out the scene of autumn and the chill, but also shapes the scene.
The cold atmosphere creates an atmosphere for the water to be cold and the wind to be like a knife.”
Zhao Pu started picking out the words in this poem, with his face full of confusion, sometimes happy, sometimes dumbfounded.
Li Qing sighed and said, "It's a pity that we can't find the person who carved the poem on my table. If Su Lu doesn't go, it's okay if he can go."
Su Yun couldn't help but asked curiously: "Who is so brave to carve poems on your table?"
Li Qing said with a smile: "Yes, on the table in my study room, I don't know who carved it. A poem about traveling and homesickness has been circulated in Xuanfu. If I put it up for auction at a poetry meeting, I would definitely
We can raise a lot of money for the guards."
Zhao Pu came out of his dazed state and asked curiously: "What kind of poetry is it? Can it also raise money?"
"It's the song about getting up in the morning and walking early. Li Lin named it Beiyang Morning Walk, but the name didn't spread. I quite approve of the name. I will find someone to engrave the name on it and show it off tomorrow.
Fan."
Zhao Pu stood up in surprise: "Can you sell it to me, princess? I will pay a large sum of money. My old lady will have her eightieth birthday in a few days. If I can give her this poem, maybe I can get rid of this North."
A career in the military has passed."
Li Qing was a little confused when he heard this: "Well, how about you win it at the poetry festival tomorrow and make my table famous?"
Su Yun fell into deep thought, thinking of his brother carving words on the table in Li Qing's study that day, and asked with some trepidation:
"Did the table in your study appear after Li Canjun came here for the first time?"
Li Qing nodded. Last time Li Lin made a fuss about buying a table, most people in Beiyang knew about it.
Su Yun's little face is a little pale, these are really the words that his brother carved on it!
But why did Li Qing sell the table for money? His brother's calligraphy was so popular. We, brothers and sisters, had been eating for more than ten years, but we had never seen his brother's calligraphy being sold for money.