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Chapter 168 Farewell to Hongdu
[The Great Confucian Xia Yan has already made a big hit]

On the way back to the camp, Lin Qian saw this reminder in the Wen Palace.

In the eyes of ordinary people, "Camel Xiangzi" is just an interesting novel, not even that interesting. Lin Qian couldn't understand it when he was in school.

But Xia Yan should be able to understand it.

This is the strength of Mr. Lao She. A true classic was not only a classic at the time, but it could become a classic even in another world. Even in the era that Lin Qian traveled through, it was also a classic.

He remembers that in that era, everyone was criticizing the harm of short videos, talking about "entertainment to death" and "tip music", but if someone asked "If short videos are eliminated, the entertainment that will be vacated by these bottom-level workers What should be used to fill the need", they fell silent again.

In the movies and TV shows of that era, even the poor rarely appeared, let alone creating entertainment products specifically for them.

Man has lifted himself out of the wild beasts, but until now, he has driven his own kind into the wild beasts! ——Lao She.

"Prison Lin Qian first and escort him back to Beijing. Let His Majesty decide!"

After returning to the camp, Mao Longwen learned what had happened, one head and two big.

If he were to deal with Lin Qian, he would be killing harm for the people after all, and he would not want to offend anyone with the two legs of the eldest princess and Yong'an behind him.

But if Lin Qian was not dealt with, how would he explain to his subordinates?

Fang Zhimin followed him in the northern border, fighting with a knife, and was killed like this. He didn't even let a fart go. Who would want to work for him in the future?How should he convince the public?

Lin Zhen is already a little numb, isn't his younger brother too capable of causing trouble?
But if he was there, he should have made the same choice as Lin Qian.

This time, he didn't bring up the old story again, and talked about the topic of escaping to the East China Sea, because he also knew how much the human half-saints valued Lin Qian, not to mention, there were still the eldest princess and Yong'an nearby, and he didn't see Lin Qian Although he is imprisoned in name, everything is actually going on as usual.

"If you kill it, kill it. This kind of person really deserves to die!"

"If I was there, I'd kill him too!"

Yong'an was chirping on the side, the more she looked at this dog slave, the more pleasing she was now.

The eldest princess couldn't help scolding the stupid woman again.

Lin Qian must have done nothing wrong in this matter, but there is a law, if you want to kill a person, you need to be judged by the court. When the execution of Daqian is the most strict, even if it is an ordinary person's death sentence, you need His Majesty It can only be implemented with personal approval.

Even though he was relaxed now, what Lin Qian killed was a guerrilla general, a fourth-rank military officer!
But the situation was urgent.

"It would be great if Lin Qian could give him a sigh of relief."

The eldest princess sighed lightly.

However, she has made up her mind to protect Lin Qian. This kind of thing, whether it is big or small, dismisses Lin Qian as a medical officer, demotes him to a commoner, and then continues to participate in the scientific examination. Dagan is nothing new.

……

Hongdu, in a remote alley, in a dilapidated hut, lay an old woman with a withered complexion. The old woman was obviously exhausted, and she was dying, but her complexion was peaceful, with a smile on her face. smile.

In front of the bed, there is a woman squatting. She has clear and bright eyes like autumn water, and her facial features are exquisite and three-dimensional.

"Han'er, don't be sad, you will be free after your mother leaves. It is your mother who has dragged you down all these years!"

No wonder the old lady had a smile on her face. Perhaps for her, death is a better destination, not to mention that her daughter was promoted to the ninth rank of Confucianism and Taoism because of some new poems a few days ago.

She doesn't know any new poems, but she knows that it has brought real benefits to her daughter. She knows that her daughter's future is bright, and that's enough!

She can also leave in peace.

She appreciates the new poems!

"mother!"

Lin Yuhan held his mother's hand, weeping uncontrollably.

A few years ago, she was still living a life without worrying about food and clothing, but her father died in battle, and now even her mother has to leave her, and she is left alone.

"Mom is gone, you can do what you like to do!"

The eyes of the old woman were full of compassion. She could understand her daughter's loneliness, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Soon, there was a burst of violent crying in the house, but the old woman was silent again.

Seven days later, at the south gate of Hongdu, a thin woman in a blue Confucian shirt stepped on the official road to Chang'an with a burden on her back.

After finishing her mother's funeral, Lin Yuhan sat at home for three days, and finally decided to go to Chang'an. She wanted to see the demeanor of the heavenly poet. She wanted to live a good life. This was both mother's wish and father's. wish!
She also has her own wish!

It was the new poems that brought her back to life and gave her hope, so she went to Chang'an to carry forward the new poems!

This is the answer she got after sitting for three days.

Looking back at Hongdu, where she had lived for many years, she couldn't help but feel sad about parting. Her father died in battle, and she left Ningyuan. Her mother died of illness, and she left Hongdu by herself.

"I'm really an ominous person!"

Lin Yuhan laughed at herself, then turned around and left in big strides, leaving the city where she grew up.

Her departure did not cause any waves.

【Gently I leave,
as I came gently;
I waved softly,

Farewell to the clouds of the western sky.

The golden willows on the river bank,

is the mother in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,

rippling in my mind.

Nymphs on the ooze,

Oily swaggering underwater;

In the gentle waves of the Hong River,
I am willing to be a water plant!
That pool under the shade of elm,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed among the floating algae,

Precipitated rainbow-like dreams.

Dreaming?Hold up a long pole,
Strolling back to where the grass is greener;

A boat full of stars,
Sing in the stars.

But I can't play songs,

Quietly is the flute of parting;

Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Hongdu tonight!

I left quietly,

As I came quietly;
I waved my sleeves,
Do not take a single cloud with you. 】

After all, she still couldn't leave quietly. The breeze was blowing, the sun was just right, and the clouds were emitting golden light. No one knew whether it was a vision or the scenery of nature, but at least, everyone saw the scenery and enjoyed it. field shock.

Only Lin Yuhan knows that she has made another masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!
The turbulent arrogance is surging around her body, the talent pool in the Wen Palace is expanding rapidly, and the new list on the Wen Palace case wall keeps pouring out strange powers to help her stabilize the talent pool.

Her song "Farewell to Hongdu" jumped up the new list like a fish, and finally surpassed the dragon gate and topped the list.

The previous few new poems have already been dropped from the list. For some unknown reason, the person who opened the list [Bei Hai] did not write a new poem in the future. Some people speculate that he may have encountered an accident.

At this time, the new list was already full of densely packed works, but after the initial enthusiasm, everyone's enthusiasm for writing began to recede, and everyone found that this modern poem was not as good as they imagined.

The corner of Lin Yuhan's mouth was smiling, now she was more confident about the trip to Chang'an.

Before she knew it, she was already at the eighth stage of self-cultivation!

(End of this chapter)