Pingyang Fu of the Red Chamber

Chapter 877 Urgent Report from Wuzhou
Yanchun Tower,
In the lobby on the second floor, not only did the group of people in front smell something strange, but even the onlookers sitting in the back also felt that something was wrong. The words of the Song prince were full of hidden meanings, that is, where did this tyranny come from?
Zhang Jinyu had just finished his noodle soup at this time and felt much more relaxed instantly. He looked up and saw that everyone's eyes were on the Prince of West Palace and the Prince of Song Palace. More people were whispering and looking not only at the Prince of Song, but also at all the princes within the pass.

How come they started fighting after such a short while? Could it be intentional? Zhang Jinyu knew a little about Song Prince Zhou Yewen. He was obviously a flatterer and bully the weak. The only thing that made him do the opposite was that the two leaders nodded. It was just unknown whether it was a test or intentional.

"I don't know what you mean by tyranny, Prince Song. I have been studying in Qinglian Academy and have never bullied others. Could it be that Brother Yewen is used to being tyrannical in his fiefdom, so he comes here to look down on others. Is it the same? Or is it that he relies on Brother Yewen's literary talent? He is just like a drunkard!"

Gong Huaiyu narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, the sarcasm in his mouth was not weak at all, Zhang Jinyu was a little confused. As the saying goes, don't hit people in the face. It doesn't matter if you are a good-for-nothing or stupid and incompetent. In this situation, you are so close to his face. If you don't react, you will be synonymous with a good-for-nothing in the future.

Looking at the leftover dishes on the table, he waved his hand and asked the waiter to clear them away.

Looking at Zhou Yewen sitting behind him, his face flushed red, and he stared fiercely at Gong Huaiyu's seat, as if he wanted to eat someone. Unexpectedly, Zhou Yunfu, the son of Prince Chen, who was beside him, secretly pulled his clothes, and he calmed down.

"Look, my brother's words are always so sharp. If he doesn't say he is overbearing, others won't believe him. In this case, let's see the truth with our hands. This next poem, I will read first. Gong Huaiyu, do you dare to follow me?"

"Humph, why not? Even if there is another person coming, I am not afraid."

No matter what you lose, you can't lose face. I don't know what the princes of the inner territories are planning. Gong Huaiyu and Lang Lin looked at each other and felt that they were not friendly.
"The prince of the Western Palace is still magnanimous and looks down on the heroes. I guess the four kings and eight dukes are now headed by the Western Palace?"

Not to mention the sarcasm, the inner meaning is full of traps. Even the prince of Zheng, Zhou Zhengbai, and the prince of Han, Zhou Xingshan, looked at the opposite side with interest. In the past, the so-called four kings and eight dukes were all backed by the four royal palaces, led by the Jia family. Now the Jia family has fallen into decline and has only a reputation. The North Palace and the East Palace have been reduced in turn, and the remaining one is the West Palace with the strongest strength. So how can these words be said here openly?

Gong Huaiyu's face changed, his eyes flashed with hostility, he looked back and sneered;
"Where did you get this from? The nobles of the capital, as well as the aristocratic families of civil officials, like the princes, came to the capital to pay tribute, and actually came in a group. Those who knew said that you were showing your filial piety, while those who didn't thought that you were from the princely mansions in the interior of the country, coming to the capital to force the emperor to abdicate. I heard that the princes' mansions have so much money that it has been left to mold, and they have so much that they have nowhere to spend it. You are really too careless, right?"

Not to mention whether others dare to listen or not, Zhang Jinyu just picked up the tea and was about to take a sip of it to digest the food, but after hearing these, he couldn't help but spit it out. What a fellow, he dared to say anything. The key point is that the real owner is watching from above. This is not the way to commit suicide. However, it seems that the prince of the vassal king of Guannei has come to Beijing, which has conflicted the interests of the four kings and eight dukes. There is only so much meat, and if there is one more person to share the meat, the meat will obviously not be enough to eat. Therefore, if the two parties are not getting along, it is conceivable that

Just these words, the eldest princess Zhou Xiangxue's face turned cold, and she immediately scolded;
"Today we are holding a poetry gathering, not a discussion of court affairs. If you have good works, please come up and read them. If you think you are not good enough, just sit still. Marquis Luo Yun, eldest son, you two are not writing, but you look down on the young talents present. Do you think that my poetry gathering is not well organized?"

You asked me this question, but you didn't ask me to write lyrics or poems.
Glancing at Li Chaosheng across from me, I saw the eldest son waving his sleeves and saying with a smile,
"Your Highness, please forgive me. I thought I came here just to participate and I didn't need to write a poem. How could I think the poetry meeting was not well organized? Since Your Highness has asked me to do so, I will write."

After that, he picked up his pen and began to write.
Seeing Zhang Jinyu was a little dazed, they all said that the eldest son was aloof and arrogant, but now it seems that he is also a flatterer.
He coughed and said;
"Your Highness, please forgive me. I was just hungry and forgot all this. I will write it down right away. You can let the princes read it first and I will follow."

As a last resort, I picked up the brush, ink, paper and inkstone from the ground. While grinding the ink, I was still thinking about which poems I could copy.
In the hall,

Gong Huaiyu had already stood up and walked into the middle hall, clasped his fists and muttered;
"Your Highness, I was thinking about Jiangnan first!
The old subordinates occupied the city of Jinling and entered the Central Plains with high spirits.

The majesty is still on the south bank of the river, and my thoughts of serving the country are in my heart!"

"Okay, okay."

"You are indeed the chief, and you are such a good poet!"

In the audience, the people from Qinglian Academy shouted the loudest. Students from Jiangnan Academy across the street also applauded. Even Lan Xinwen, Xu Rentao, and Zhuang Xiaoyi had surprised expressions on their faces. This poem could be considered a masterpiece.

Without waiting for others to think, Lang Lin, the prince of the Southern Palace, stepped out randomly, stood beside Gong Huaiyu, and bowed to everyone and the two princesses in high positions;
"I also have a poem to present to you, still reminiscing about Jiangnan!

When snowflakes dance into the old town, you can feel the warmth of spring in the south of the Yangtze River.

The clouds in the sky open up the Jade Palace, and the Central Plains will become the capital!"

Lang Lin also read a poem, but now, even those who cheered did not dare to speak. The poems of the two men all mentioned the old subordinates, which obviously relied on the many military powers behind the two governments. When the two stood together, some words were clear without saying anything.

The aura made several princes pale. Zhou Yewen could not stand to be outdone, so he stood up and walked to the right of the two men, performing the greetings one by one.

"What a wonderful memory of Jiangnan. This prince, I also happen to have a Jiangnan bank. Brother, listen carefully.
The sword shines with cold light like the sun, and the command is as steady as a dragon or a snake.

"I have traveled all over the world, and the wind and clouds are moving, and I am domineering and sweeping away the evil. "

"Okay, well written."

I don't know who shouted, and the audience cheered, blowing away the tense atmosphere. Zhang Jinyu really didn't believe that the prince of Song could write these. Who knows which writer gave the prince a masterpiece under an excuse, but it's really good to show off.
But Gong Huaiyu waved his hand and looked at the prince of Zheng, Zhou Zhengbai, who was the real boss.
"Brother Zhengbai, it's already this late and you're still sitting there quietly. A poem is not enough. How about you write one too?"

"Haha, as Brother Shi wishes, I will not go up to show off what I wrote on the spur of the moment."

After saying that, he actually handed the poem to Zhou Xingshan beside him and asked him to read it out. After taking the rice paper, Zhou Xingshan stood up in a daze, calmed down, and read;
“South Bank of the River.

The green fields reflect the blue pond, and the lotus flowers sway in their dancing robes.

The breeze blows gently, and the fragrance fills my sleeves. The moon is full of waves, and my feelings are endless. "

The poem "South Bank of the Yangtze River" did not have the masculine aura of the previous three poems, but was rather graceful and lingering. However, the last sentence was full of meaning, as if there was something else going on. The difference was immediately apparent, and the three people present were somewhat moved. Seeing this, Gong Huaiyu smiled heartily.
"Haha, what a good poem, what a talented writer, worthy of being the prince of Zheng. I lose, but I wonder if the poems of the eldest son and Marquis Luo Yun can compare. I admit defeat and can only reply."

A sigh,
He actually returned to his seat with Lang Lin, leaving Zhou Yewen with something to say but unable to, so he could only go back to his seat. However, this excuse shifted everyone's attention to Li Chaosheng and Zhang Jinyu.

Damn, they are all trouble-free. Gong Huaiyu can admit defeat. I think the foreshadowing is here. I should have known that I would not have come to join in the fun.

He put down his pen, smiled, and asked;
"Your Highness, I have finished writing. I wonder how your eldest son's writing is?"

But Li Chaosheng smiled, put down his pen, and bowed.
"My Lord is relieved and wrote a short poem to cheer up Your Highness, "Qing Ping Le·Flower Shadow"

The moonlight shines gently, and the shadows of flowers are charming in the wind. The flowers sway gracefully and their fragrance lingers in the air, as if there is a lingering feeling.

She dances lightly in front of the steps in a silk dress, her fair face covered with dew is pitiful. She wants to speak but cannot, leaving my longing to the passing years.

Everyone thought for a while. As the saying goes, poetry is easy to write, but lyrics are hard to write. It is really not easy to write this lyric in a short time. The eldest princess smiled and felt in her heart that there was finally someone who could suppress several people.
"Well, not only is it well written, it's also easy to read. It's worthy of being a masterpiece by the eldest son. I wonder if Marquis Luo Yun has finished writing it?"

"Don't worry, Your Highness. I have finished writing it."

Without reading it out loud, he directly handed the rice paper to Liu Yue and asked her to pass it on.
Liu Yue took the rice paper, held it carefully in her hands, and placed it in front of the eldest princess's desk. Princess Yongcheng also came over and read it silently.
"Telling Yanchun Tower,
The Yanchun Tower has been famous for centuries, but the country and the mountains are left to future generations to worry about.

The water flows through the southern country for three thousand miles, and the air pressure reaches the fourteen states of Jinling."

Just a few words had made everyone in the hall silent again. It was like a river connecting the southern country for three thousand miles, and the pressure from the fourteen states in Jinling.

"Drive, drive!"

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Six hundred miles a day, six hundred miles a day! Go!"

At the south gate of Beijing,

As usual, there was a lot of traffic coming in and out.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid and crisp horse hoof sounds came like a rainstorm, breaking the peace!
On the official road outside the city,
Almost instantly, two waves of cavalry messengers rushed over, approaching the city gate and shouted loudly,
When the soldiers guarding the city heard this, they quickly swung their whips and lashed at the crowd;

"Hurry up, if you want to live, get out of the way, damn, I can't hear you."

With a "crack!" sound, the whip was whipped, and after several shouts and curses, the people at the city gate and the nearby streets were cleared in an instant.
The people tried to get out of the way, but they stretched their heads to look outside the city. Where did the messenger come from? He had never seen a messenger traveling 600 miles in a hurry.

In a blink of an eye,
The cavalrymen delivering the message outside the city, with three flags on their backs, galloped towards the direction of the palace, causing people in the city to talk about it. "Hey, two messengers just passed by, both were expedited for 600 miles, could it be something in the south?"

"No way, we've only been gone for a few days, there's not enough time to go back and forth."

"That's true. Do you think the Taiping Cult members were afraid of the imperial army and ran away?"

"That's right, they are just a bunch of rioters, how can they defeat the imperial army?"

The people's discussions became more and more frequent, which prompted the captain of the city gate to lead his soldiers down from the top of the city wall to drive away the crowd.

On the attic above the city wall, it happened that Fu Yuancheng, the deputy governor of the South City Military Department, came here for inspection today and talked with Han Ling, the gate guard. He could see everything going on under the city wall clearly, but he was also wondering, these soldiers who were delivering the message did not look like Wang Ziteng's men?
"General Han, take a closer look. What's the difference between these two groups of people?"

He casually asked Han Ling who was standing beside him. Although he asked, it was just to verify what he thought in his mind. The two groups of messengers, the one walking in front was obviously the government army, their armor was a little tattered, and the flag they used was red. The ones following behind were different. They looked like urgent reports from the prefecture government office, and the flag they used was a khaki flag.
It's just that there were two groups of people, one in front and one behind, so it seemed obvious that they were different. I didn't know how they were different. After all, the counties and prefectures below should report any problems to the higher authorities. So only one group of people would be enough. Why did two groups of messengers come to deliver the message?

"Your Excellency, I just took a look and it shouldn't be just one place. The first people who came were obviously sent by the soldiers of the government army. Not only were their armor dull, but there were also some brown stains, which should be the dried blood after the fight, leaving marks. The later people had bright armor and clothes and had not been in the fight, so they were not in a hurry or panic."

Han Ling looked carefully, especially the messenger, and found that the clothes and armor he wore were not damaged at all, so he came to this conclusion.

Fu Yuancheng nodded upon hearing this.

"Yes, it's the same as what I guessed. I just don't know where these people came from."

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"Could it be Marshal Wang Jie's army heading south?"

The first thing Han Ling thought of was the imperial court's troops. Now, according to calculations, they should have reached Linshan County. Although he didn't know the details, he knew the importance of Linshan County.
"No, absolutely not. I calculated the time and it is not appropriate. Besides, if he was a messenger from the imperial army, why would he be in such a hurry?"

Fu Yuancheng had a bad feeling in his heart. What would happen if the imperial army was defeated?

Standing on the attic of the city wall, looking north towards the Imperial Palace, the cavalry messenger gradually disappeared.
"General Han, please work harder. You must guard the South Gate tightly."

"Yes, my lord."

Han Lingyi clasped his fists and nodded, knowing what the adults were hiding. If there is any change in the south, it will be in the next few days.

"Okay, in that case, I'll go back first."

Fu Yuancheng patted Han Ling's arm and led the soldiers down the city wall.

just,

inside the city,

Two waves of messengers, still whipping along the way, rushed to the palace.

"Gee, gee, six hundred miles a day, get out of the way."

There was a sound of horse hooves coming from far away, and when they reached the Meridian Gate, several messengers and soldiers dismounted and ran into the palace, shouting,

"Urgent news from Wucheng, expedited for six hundred miles,"

Rushing all the way to the inner court,
There were people from the Imperial City Bureau waiting here. After receiving the urgent report from the messenger, they hurried into the Yangxin Palace. At this time, Eunuch Yun was leading people to stay in the Yangxin Palace. When he saw the people from the Imperial City Bureau rushing in from the front yard, his face froze.
He led his men to greet them, and saw the captains of the Imperial City Department kneeling on the ground immediately;

"Eunuch Yun, Wucheng is six hundred miles away, hurry."

"bring here!"

"Yes, father-in-law."

The eunuch beside him hurried forward, took the urgent report in his hand, and carefully handed it to Eunuch Yun. He repeatedly checked the seal and found that it was not damaged. He immediately ordered,

"Immediately send an order to send someone to Yanchun Tower to tell the governor, and ask Sima Mengquan, the Southern Governor, to lead the troops to guard outside."

"Yes, father-in-law."

The captain of the Imperial City Department received the order and stood up, walking away quickly. Looking at the letters in his hand, Eunuch Yun had no choice but to put them in his arms.
Tiqie went everywhere,

After a while,
The Southern Pacification Office received the letter, and then a large number of Southern Pacification Office guards began to move north along the river and stopped at the southern street entrance of Yanchun Tower.

Ma Mengquan looked at Yanchun Tower in the distance. It would be inappropriate to go in now.

"Captain Feng, change your clothes and go in to inform the governor. I will lead the troops to escort the carriage when it comes out."

"Yes, my lord."

The one who answered was Qian Hu Feng Gu. Since the last time he had contact with the Marquis and made contributions, he was transferred to the Southern Pacification Office and promoted to Qian Hu. Now he was very powerful. He got off his horse, took off his armor, put on a set of plain clothes, led two people, and walked along the corner of the wall towards Yanchun Tower.
Arriving at the place,

There was still a lot of traffic and people, but everyone in the capital knew this place. I walked down the stairs, showed my badge to the gatekeeper, and then went up the stairs from the back door. When I reached the third floor, I saw the guards of the Imperial City Department on duty outside.

Seeing that the door was just in front of him, Captain Feng did not dare to delay and went to knock on the door. After three knocks, Liu Chen opened the door and saw that it was Feng Gu who came here. He asked;

"What's important?"

"Captain Liu, there is an urgent report from the palace. Wucheng is 600 miles away. Commander Ma is waiting outside the building."

Upon hearing the urgent news, Liu Chen's face changed, he nodded, closed the door, entered the inner room of the box, walked to Dai Quan, and whispered;

"Sir, Captain Feng is outside the door. He said there is an urgent report from Wucheng in the palace, and it is urgent to rush for 600 miles. And outside, Commander Ma Shi is leading his troops outside the building."

Dai Quan's eyes condensed, Wu Cheng reported urgently, how could this happen, could it be that something went wrong in the important town of Anyang, frowned, walked to the side of Emperor Wu, lowered his head and reported in a low voice;
"Your Majesty, the palace has received urgent news, Wucheng is 600 miles away, rush."

"What, Wu Cheng, why does he have an urgent report? What does he say?"

Emperor Wu was watching the poetry gathering downstairs with great interest, and was still thinking about how to make use of the princes of the royal palaces. Suddenly, he heard the news, and his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that something had happened in the south as well?

"Your Majesty, I have not said that."

"Return to the palace, and send someone to call Marquis Luo Yun to the palace. Also, call Marquis Baoning along."

Emperor Wu thought about it and decided that since it was an urgent report, something big must have happened. But what could have happened in Wucheng?

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will make arrangements right now."

(End of this chapter)