Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 92
Today, there are more people from the Imperial College to attend lectures than last time.

Zhao Xicheng brought three sons, the left and right prime ministers Ouyang Rui and Li Nu, the minister of the Ministry of War Chen Ping, the minister Xu Yin (the previous should be wrong, there is only one minister, right?), the minister of the Ministry of punishment, the left and right ministers, and the generals of the Habayashi Guard at all levels. Officers, generals at all levels of the Imperial Forest Army, filled the largest classroom of the Imperial College.

Facing a roomful of officials, big and small, who were much lower and higher than himself, Wang Luo said that there is a masterpiece written by the Bing Shengda, which is not in vain.

After finishing today's content, the people below were still writing hard, and Wang Luo left the venue in a cool manner.

He didn't notice that the gazes of some people below became more subtle.

"This Art of War is simply an outline, and it summarizes everything in war in the world." Zhao Zehu looked at all the copied "Sun Tzu's Art of War", his eyes flickered, "Tell me, will this be possible? Was it left by Sword Immortal Qinglian?"

"It shouldn't be. Qinglian Sword Immortal is strong in swordsmanship, but he doesn't dabble in military art much. Maybe it's because he got other adventures after retiring from the world?" A vague voice suddenly came from the corner of the room.

The sound was very unpleasant, like fingernails scratching on glass, but Zhao Zehu didn't care at all, nodded, and continued to immerse himself in the shock of the great book in front of him.

Li Nu sealed the envelope and called a confidant, but without explaining anything, the confidant nodded and walked out with the envelope.

"That idiot Hood! If he didn't succeed, he would have replaced him long ago." Li Nu's face, which usually gave off the feeling of a breeze, was full of cruelty.

"Come here." He called out the door again.

A man in black suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Find someone with the best tracking ability, and keep an eye on Wang Luo's every move outside the barracks!"

The shadowy person didn't say anything, just disappeared in front of Li Nu.

"Seeing as long as you are still useful, I will keep you alive for a while. If you finish explaining this set of tactics, you can't find anything else..." Li Nu stared at the tactics on the table, in the dark. Talking to himself in the room.

At the same time, in the distant city of Nanhan, Liguda also looked at the "Sun Tzu's Art of War" in front of him, the paper was still stained with blood, and his face was solemn.

"I heard that this was written by that kid named Wang Luo?" He raised his head and looked at the staff beside him, and asked.

"Yes, this kid was originally a subordinate of Wang Wei of the Northern Wilderness. He went to Daliang City with Wang Wei to train a new army. Relying on this art of war, he gained a great reputation." The staff member replied respectfully.

Lieguda pondered for a while, then took out a piece of paper with writing on it from the table, and wrote the word Wang Luo on it.

A lot of people's names have been written on this paper, and the top one is the three big characters of Wang Tieshan.

"How is the compilation of Xihan Court?" He asked casually after writing Wang Luo's name.

"The new Khan of the Western Khan Court, Wanyan Xu's son Wanyan Zhe, has been completely taken over by our people, and his orders can no longer leave the Western Khan City." The staff member said proudly.

"Hey, if the southerners are as easy to deal with as these idiots on our side, it would be great. I should be in the south of the Liangjiang River now, enjoying the warm spring day in the arms of beautiful women." Liguda complained, putting on a hanging With a coat on one side, he strolled out.

In the distant city of Shengjing, Lie Zhen, the emperor of the Lie Kingdom, was also looking at the art of war in front of him.

"What is written here? Why can't I understand it?" Lie Zhen looked at the art of war in front of him suspiciously and asked.

Lie Guda's father, Lie Yi, was sitting next to Lie Zhen. Hearing Lie Zhen's question, he smiled and said to Lie Zhen: "Your Majesty, this is an art of war that was just handed down by the southerners. It is said that it is a Written by soldiers not yet 20 years old."

After hearing this, Lie Zhen threw aside the art of war nonchalantly.

"I thought who wrote it. What can a brat write? Don't send such unimportant things to me. I am very busy with all kinds of affairs, so you should step back."

Lie Yi saluted respectfully, bowed his head and stepped back, with a hint of joy in his eyes that couldn't be concealed.

After Lie Zhen saw Lie Yi go out, his face changed slightly. He walked to the art of war that he had thrown away, bent down to pick it up, patted the dust that didn't exist on it, sat down behind the table again, and looked at it.

"Wang Luo..." Lie Zhen chewed the name, his eyes suddenly became deep.

Wang Luo didn't know that Sun Tzu's Art of War, which he had painstakingly "copied", had become the most popular reading material for the high-level leaders of Liang and Lie. He was now walking on Suzaku Street, playing a glorious, great and difficult role.

Bulb.

Wang Wei and Yu Wenjiu next to each other were flirting with each other. In order to avoid being overwhelmed by dog ​​food, Wang Luo had to walk in front of them. Looking at the small vendors hawking next to them, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "I Don't know them, I don't know them."

At this time, a person caught his attention in a very inconspicuous corner of the street.

Wang Luo subconsciously stopped and walked in front of the young man.

He sat behind a small simple table with the Four Treasures of the Study on it, and a white cloth sign above his head read the words "write letters from home".

Although the single clothes on his body had been patched a lot, they were very clean.

What surprised Wang Luo the most was that although this man looked very poor, with a disheveled face, and he looked like he was suffering from long-term malnutrition, his eyes did not have the numb despair of ordinary poor people at all. A hope for tomorrow.

His business was extremely poor. Wang Luo noticed that his nib was completely dry, and the ink hadn't been poured out to grind it. Obviously, he didn't have any income that day.

But he still sat there hopeful.

Mo Chi endured the hunger in his stomach and looked at the passers-by on the street, thinking in his heart whether he would be able to open the shop today.

"If I can write a letter from home, I will use the money I earn to buy some biscuits. If I can write more letters, I can go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine." He looked hopefully at the endless stream of passers-by, Waiting for the time to open.

Suddenly, three people, two men and one woman, stopped in front of his stall.

Mo Chi raised his head, then lowered his head in a slumped manner.

"What's the matter with you, don't you do business?" The young man in the lead suddenly asked.

"Don't make fun of me, my lord. You look like a wealthy family. How can you be illiterate? I can only help people write family letters. Does your lord want me to help you?" Mo Chi raised his head, serious explained to the young man.

Wang Luo became more interested in this person.

(End of this chapter)