I slay demons and demons with poetry

Everyone was supported by Song Mu's power at this moment, and when they exclaimed, they hurriedly looked forward, and saw that Song Mu had already taken Gu Qingqing, walking slowly towards the gate of the imperial city.

"This kind of saint deserves the name of this saint."

Someone said with emotion, but the student next to him suddenly looked in a trance, and then suddenly became extremely excited.

"This is Song Mu?"

"Could it be Song Zhuangyuan?!"

"The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty did not die in the Mobei Desert. Instead, he achieved great success and returned as a saint!"

The man exclaimed like this, and someone next to him recalled it immediately, but someone immediately refuted it, bluntly saying how the number one scholar of the Song Dynasty would pay back in such a situation back then.

But before the words fell, others asked him that the gate of the palace was wide open today, this person called himself Song Mu, if he was trying to gain fame, how could His Majesty in the imperial city let such a person be so presumptuous.

Those who were refuted immediately fell silent. The name of Song Mu had long been known in the Wen Dynasty. Although he did not have the strength of a saint in the past, he had the great name of a saint.

And now that the Song Clan is so powerful, if someone dares to pretend like this, then the disciples of the Clan will definitely be outraged.

Everything points to an answer.

The person in front of him is Na Song Mu.

The young number one scholar in the third Yuan Dynasty of the Wen Dynasty, the real hero in the world who wrote countless splendid poems and created a generation of poetry.

"Okay, okay, there are still literati like Song Zhuangyuan in the Wen Dynasty, the haze of the past, but today, it is swept away!"

Suddenly, an old man with a cane said, although he is old now, his eyes are full of excitement.

Others also looked towards the imperial city one after another.

I don't know when, the dark clouds that had shrouded the imperial city for the past few days slowly dissipated at this moment, and the sunlight fell obliquely into the city, as if everything was bright.

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It was the first time for Song Mu to walk in the imperial city again after many years. The surrounding scenery did not change much, but some memories of the past flooded in Song Mu's heart.

When he entered the imperial city for the first time, he had heard that the roll call in the main hall won the first place in one day and attracted the attention of the whole world.

To enter the imperial city again is to have great ambitions and hope to show off my talents for the common people of the world.

Then, after a few years of precipitation, I walked slowly, and I already had some insights into this world in my heart.

Then, there was the change of the imperial city, and the new look of the world.

This imperial city, from strangeness to familiarity, and then to unfamiliarity, has been full of ambitions and disheartened during the period.

But walking here today, Song Mu is quite calm.

Instead of the uneasiness and heaviness, I have a different view on everything that will happen next.

Song Mu knew that the reason for all this was the promotion of his strength, and what he did was regarded as a mountain and a peak. He struggled under the clouds for a long time, but finally became depressed because of his lack of strength.

To this day, the floating clouds no longer cover the eyes, and as far as the eyes can see, all the mountains are small.

Standing at a new height, Song Mu has a different understanding of everything in his heart.

There was thunderous drumming outside the hall, and the guards in armor on both sides stood upright, their eyes following Song Mu's figure until they saw Song Mu walking to the door of the hall.

In the main hall, it is full of gold and green at the moment, but in the evening, the lights in the main hall are indeed brightly lit, everything looks spotless, and even reveals a bit of comfort and coolness.

Song Mu was about to step into it, but suddenly felt Gu Qingqing beside him.

There seemed to be some uneasiness on her face, for this magnificent hall, she was more timid than an ordinary person, regardless of her status, she was already the mother of a clan and the wife of a great Confucianism.

Song Mu smiled lightly, patted her hand holding his arm lightly, and then stepped forward.

The hall is ethereal, and at this moment, the sound of Song Mu stepping into it echoes.

And in the center of the hall, on the high platform, there is a person sitting upright at this moment.

Li Mo'er sat upright on it, wearing a dragon robe to show her dignity, her eyes lowered slightly, and when she looked at Song Mu, there was a faint smile on her face.

"Song Aiqing, I'm here to congratulate you now that you have achieved great success in writing and dao."

Li Mo'er's tone was calm, and no emotion could be heard in the words, but the voice rang out before Song Mu saluted, and then she spoke again.

"Song Aiqing don't need to be cautious, you are a model of literati in our Wen Dynasty, let's sit down and talk about it."

After finishing speaking, some eunuchs and maids brought over the table, placed fruit shop snacks, and poured a pot of hot tea.

Song Mu was quite calm. He sat down after clasping his hands together, took a sip of tea, and there was a bit of aftertaste on his face.

"Your Majesty, this tea has not passed for some time."

"Song Aiqing likes this tea, so I will ask someone to bring some."

Li Mo'er opened her mouth and said, she also took a sip of tea at this moment, but she held the teacup and said with a slight frown.

"It's just that the place where tea is produced is becoming rarer and rarer now because of the monsters raging."

"I'm afraid that within two years, I won't be able to drink this new tea again."

Li Mo'er said so, looking at the light blue tea in the cup at this moment, and Song Mu's voice also sounded at this moment.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. As long as the new tea does not lose its seeds and craftsmanship, the tea garden will still flourish in the land where demons are ravaging."

"Oh? Then it seems that Song Aiqing has come to a conclusion on this?"

Gu Qingqing, who was sitting next to Song Mu, just remembered at this moment that what the two of them were talking about was the tea, and what lies deeper is the land of the Wen Dynasty where demons are raging.

During this conversation, Li Mo'er was also asking Song Mu what to do next.

Obviously, Song Mu did have a conclusion in his mind.

Song Mu put down his cup at this moment, with a calm smile on his face.

Although Li Mo'er's words today seem a bit unfamiliar, maybe it's because of the life of the emperor these years that makes her speak a little mysteriously, but her urgency can also be heard in these words.

"When I left the customs, I heard someone in the imperial mausoleum say that His Majesty has now mobilized troops and started to declare war on the northwest demon clan."

"Yes, I made this decision not long ago, Song Aiqing, what's wrong?"

Song Mu took another sip of tea, shook his head slightly and said.

"There is nothing wrong with me, and I know what His Majesty is going to do."

"It doesn't matter whether we can hurt the Northwest Monster Clan this time, His Majesty definitely wants to fight against the East Sea Monster Clan with us."

Li Mo'er just nodded, and spoke to Song Mu at this moment.

"I don't know about Song Aiqing, but what are your plans?"

As she said that, Li Mo'er was obviously a little emotional, and she couldn't help leaning forward at this moment, as if she wanted to listen to Song Mu's arrangement.

Song Mu slowly put down the cup in his hand, then shook his head again.

"Your Majesty, I don't think you listened to my arrangement."

"And it's His Majesty who wants to tell me about your arrangement."

Saying so, Song Mu suddenly raised his head at this moment, his gaze firm.

"What is the purpose of this fight?"

"Is it war or peace?"

... (end of this chapter)