Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Suzaku Avenue is coming to an end.

The palace gate is getting closer and closer, the whole body is vermilion red, the color is bright and solemn, and it forms a sharp contrast with the palace wall next to it.

A little higher, the sunset dragged the fiery sunset on the dead branches.

Yu Beizhou dismounted from the horse, and threw the reins to the guard who had been waiting for a long time. With his hands behind his back, he casually followed the inner servant with the lantern into the palace.

The emperor who reigns in Dayuan today has a great talent, and he has the heart to sweep the world, encompass the universe, and sweep the six and the eight wastes.

In the early years, there were still many seven countries, but now all three neighboring countries have been swept away by the Great Abyss, and only three are left to survive. The rest of the small countries add up to nothing, and it is not something to be afraid of. Coupled with the integrity of Emperor Yuan, it is not impossible to look forward to the world.

This time, Yu Beizhou defeated Nanliang again and returned. After all, only Wei and Yu have not yet been included in the Great Yuan territory, and the achievements that no one has accomplished through the ages are just around the corner.

Soon, he reached the front of the temple.

After the internal attendant made the announcement, he stood at the door with his head bowed, not daring to take a step beyond the thunderous pool.

Yu Beizhou lifted his foot into the hall.

On the high platform dragon chair, Emperor Yuan is sitting on it, dressed in a black dragon robe, without anger and prestige.

The twelve crowns hung down, covering the deep and dark pupils of the Nine-Five Lord, which intensified the sense of condescension.

The huge palace was terribly quiet.

All the eunuchs and servants in front and back of the entire hall knelt on the ground, not even a word from His Majesty to persuade him to stop his anger, and it was almost dead silent.

At this time, only Yu Beizhou, who was greatly appreciated and trusted by Emperor Yuan, could still stand.

Yu Beizhou glanced slightly, and glanced sharply at the papers scattered on the ground. He knew in his heart which memorial this made Emperor Yuan angry.

As the saying goes, accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger. Especially in front of an emperor like Yuandi who was usually ruthless, his emotions and anger were invisible, and he didn't talk much, he had to be careful and walk on thin ice.

Yu Beizhou was not afraid, and he handed over directly: "The last general sees Your Majesty."

Seeing him coming, Emperor Yuan's expression improved slightly: "Yu Qing."

In front of Emperor Yuan, Yu Beizhou, who had never been a formal person, was forced to stand up straight, and his words were concise and to the point, without any hesitation: "Report to Your Majesty, Nanliang has written a letter of descent, and it will be delivered to the imperial city in two days."

Emperor Yuan laughed: "Okay! As expected of Yu Qing!"

In a moment, the original chilling atmosphere suddenly dissipated, and Lang Zhongling, who was kneeling on the ground, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Emperor Yuan's temperament was uncertain, and he was afraid that if the Son of Heaven was angry, he would not be able to stand on the head.

Fortunately, the King of Beining is here.

No one in this dynasty knew that His Majesty was very fond of the young King of Beining.

At the end, the emperor continued to ask: "I wonder how Yu Qing broke the city gate of the Huyan clan in Nanliang?"

In fact, these have already been written in the battle report, but Emperor Yuan was concerned about military affairs, so he naturally had to ask them one by one.

"The last general was besieging the city for a few days, taking advantage of the fact that the capital of Nanliang was concentrated at the north gate, surrounded by the elite soldiers, attacked at the same time, smashed the south gate, drove / straight in, surrounded the public palace, and finally succeeded in capturing. Capture the king, now Nanliang is at the end of the force, and as long as your majesty orders, the elite soldiers of heaven can hold the king of Liang to open the city gate at any time, and welcome my Dayuan iron cavalry."

Although there are only a few words, it is naturally impossible for Emperor Yuan, who was also keen to lead troops to fight, to be unaware of the dangers involved.

If nothing else, just taking hundreds of elite soldiers to break through the city gates, taking only the key points, and a deadly play like hitting a snake seven inches is radical enough, and if you are not careful, you will end up being surrounded by the Janissaries.

Yuan law is strict, if there is a slight error, it can be dealt with by military law.

But Yu Beizhou not only rushed, but also fought such a beautiful battle.

The Huyan clan of Nanliang was so humiliatingly captured by hundreds of elite soldiers that it would soon spread all over the world and become a joke among the literati and people of hundreds of countries.

Who made Nanliang the one who jumped the highest when many countries joined forces and led troops to attack Dayuan.

Emperor Yuan looked at the high-spirited young general through Mian Hao, and the admiration in his black eyes became even greater.

Yu Beizhou's reputation outside the Great Yuan is not very good, and it all has to do with his ruthless methods.

After he captured several large tribes of Xiongnu, tens of thousands of Xiongnu were either buried alive by him or beheaded and drowned...except for women and children.

However, Emperor Yuan himself was a tyrant, no matter when he was leading an army or when he was an emperor. Coupled with the rapid expansion of Da Yuan in recent years, it is also related to his ability to select talents and make good use of them.

Therefore, Emperor Yuan not only did not hate Yu Beizhou's methods, but fully appreciated it.

The whole country of Da Yuan supplied hundreds of thousands of troops with food and grass. If it was distributed to the Huns, the rations of their own soldiers would not be enough. If it is easy to let go, as long as they don't die, the Huns can regroup at any time and make a comeback. At that time, it will consume manpower and material resources, and the sacrifice is still Sergeant Dayuan.

Furthermore, the battlefield is always changing.

Hundreds of years ago, King Wu almost relented and let go of King Goujian of Yue. How dare Goujian try his hardest and finally lead the army to destroy Wu after 19 years. Cutting the grass without eradicating the roots will inevitably lead to endless troubles.

Apart from Nanliang, only Yu and Wei are left.

The long-cherished wish of several generations of emperors in Dayuan to unify the Central Plains is about to be fulfilled, and even a ruthless Emperor Yuan can't help but be overwhelmed.

Thinking of this, Emperor Yuan showed a rare smile, "It's the great luck of Da Yuan to get Yu Qing. Tomorrow morning, the widow will be rewarded!"

"The last will not dare to act."

Yu Beizhou also laughed, with an air of high spirits.

Seeing that he was in such a good mood, Emperor Yuan asked one more question: "I am in a good mood after seeing Yu Qing entering the temple today, but what's the happy event?"

The general in red squinted his eyes and said, "It's not a happy event, but I just saw an old friend."

Emperor Yuan was a courtesy, and after hearing what Yu Beizhou said, he would not continue to ask questions, but nodded: "Since there are only Wei and Yu, and the Weishan Army has not returned, there will be no war until the end of the year, Yu Qing. You have to take a good rest and prepare for the attack on the Yu Kingdom."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. If nothing happens, Wei Chen will retire."

......

On the other side, Zong Luo and Gu Ziyuan led the Confucian disciples and arrived at the Confucian resident.

It is said that it is a resident, but it is actually a few small yards.

Da Yuan was thirsty for talents, so he specially set aside an area in the imperial city for students to live in.

For example, in the place assigned by Confucianism, the students of the medical school and Mohist lived next door, and they all greeted each other and saluted each other just now, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

During this period of time, the number of schools stationed in Dayuan increased significantly, all for the Hundred Families Banquet that was about to be held in Dayuan capital.

The Baijia Banquet is a feast for scholars and hundreds of scholars to exchange academics and ideas, and it is held every three years. The banquet lasted for several months. The main tests were martial arts, hunting, books, etiquette, music, debate, and six items, and a leader was selected for each item.

In addition, there are also a series of activities such as debates of hundreds of schools, discussion of Taoism by schools, sacrificial sacrifices on the Lari Festival, wine pairings in the winter moon, etc., which will continue until the New Year and New Year's Day.

The various ideas of the various schools of thought complemented each other, and the upper-class official positions were almost monopolized by the high-ranking officials. If the commoners want to make their mark and join the school, they will become the best choice.

And the Baijia Banquet, this banquet that gathers the eyes of the world, is the best opportunity to reach the sky in one step, and the students from the poor family will naturally not miss it. In order to enter the office, various schools are also fiercely competitive.

Zong Luo had just put away his luggage when he turned around and saw Gu Ziyuan knocking on his door.

"Is something wrong with Ziyuan?"

Gu Ziyuan said: "It's not a big deal, it's just that I just walked past the home bookstore on the corner and saw that their home was selling some beautiful name paper. There are five-color wax paper with gold and cloud dragons, and even Chengxintang paper for sale, and there are good ones. the silk book."

Zong Luo immediately understood.

The Baijia Banquet is not only a place for study tours and exchanges, but also a great opportunity for students from different families to make friends. Famous paper is equivalent to a modern business card, which can not only be delivered to various dignitaries, but also can be friends with peers. In this case, the paper or brocade used for the name paper is extremely precious, and can even play a role in reflecting the taste.

The time for them to enter the capital was already late. The day after tomorrow is the day when the Baijia Banquet will be held. If you don't hurry up to buy the name paper and transcribe it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make it tomorrow.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Zong Luo was aware of Gu Ziyuan's hidden kindness.

Although he followed Confucianism into Beijing, on the surface he was just a distinguished guest of Confucianism, but he was actually classified as a Confucianist disciple.

In the eyes of others, he has both eyes, and if he wants to find a good place, he has to work harder.

Furthermore, it is always much more difficult for blind people to write. If you go earlier today, you can start preparing for work in the evening, so that you won't be able to prepare until the day after tomorrow.

Autumn nights are getting cooler.

Zong Luo added a jacket and opened the door: "It's getting late, let's go."

On weekdays, he and Gu Ziyuan also had some friendship, so naturally he accepted this feeling.

So the two walked side by side and walked out of the station.

I don't know when there was a sleeping raccoon cat at the door, Zong Luo paused for a while, then lightly raised his foot and stepped over.

Gu Ziyuan, who was beside him, sighed in his heart.

Brother Luo is highly skilled in martial arts, and he has reached the pinnacle of listening to voice debates.

He still remembered that when Zong Luo was brought back to the Confucian Hanlu by the leader, it was said that he was seriously injured and needed to rest.

A gentleman is naturally more likely to win the favor of others, not to mention that Zong Luo's character has nothing to criticize, and all Confucians treat him with courtesy.

When he was with Zongluo, Gu Ziyuan could easily feel the dignified and sophisticated nature of the other person. Even though he didn't seem to be too old, he always gave him a sense of stability similar to that of a teacher.

Gu Ziyuan originally thought that Zongluo would stay in Hanlu, but he did not expect that he would resign with the leader and follow him to Dayuan.

Those who don't want to be sidelined these days are all ambitious people.

Brother Luo really has the world in his heart, and he is disabled and determined!

This made Gu Ziyuan admire him from the bottom of his heart.

"Speaking of... After coming to Da Yuan, what is Brother Luo's plan next?"

Zong Luo threw the question back: "Zi Yuan asked me that, but have you decided where to go?"

"Not at all."

Gu Ziyuan touched his nose embarrassedly: "I only hope that I can perform well during the Baijia Banquet. If I can win the appreciation of nobles, become a guest, and carry forward my Confucianism, it will be very good; It's not too late to rebuild after three years."

Gu Ziyuan genuinely cares about Zong Luo.

He was an orphan himself, and he was picked up by the leader when he was a child. He grew up in the Confucian Hanlu. Since Gu Luo had the Confucian word "Gu" after losing his memory, he was naturally a family.

He felt that although Zong Luo was physically ill, his swordsmanship was very good. Originally, Gu Ziyuan didn't know how powerful it was, but after seeing that the opponent and the King of Beining could be tied, he had a real sense.

"Speaking of which, Brother Luo and the third prince of the Yuan Dynasty really have a lot of fate. I didn't notice that you both have the same word, and you were seriously injured a year ago... If it wasn't for Brother Luo losing his memory, There's no telling what the origins are."

Gu Ziyuan said this, even in the mood to joke, without any doubts: "By the way, since Brother Luo has the blue eyes of King Beining, why not choose a time to visit the palace?"

If nothing else, given King Bei Ning's status in Da Yuan, if he can really accept his solicitation, Gu Luo will rise to the top in the future. As long as he can get an official and a half position, Gu Ziyuan can be relieved.

The smile on Zong Luo's lips was a little stiff: "Not yet."

In order to prove it, he added another sentence: "It's not false in other eyes, but good birds choose wood to live in, and good ministers choose their masters.

"That's true." Thinking of the reckless appearance of King Beining at the gate of the city, Gu Ziyuan had a lingering fear: "I thought the rumors were false at first, but now it seems that those rumors with a fierce reputation... should be true."

Zong Luo was a little surprised.

He thought that anyone who had seen Yu Beizhou himself would be affected by his charismatic aura, but he didn't expect Gu Ziyuan to remain sane.

Just when Zong Luo was silent, Gu Ziyuan added: "Nevertheless, Corporal Wang Lixian of Beining is also true, otherwise he would not have given Brother Luo a jade pendant."

Zongluo: "..."

He seemed to know why his uncle asked Gu Ziyuan to lead the students to Dayuan.

Although Gu Ziyuan is quick in thinking, brilliant in writing, and profound in Confucianism and law, he can be called a great Confucian of the generation. But in the end, he is still young, working behind closed doors and lacking experience in life.

Yu Beizhou can bribe him with a few classics of Wenzi, which is too deceiving.

The two of you said a word to me, and walked together to the bookstore on the corner of the street.

In the past two days, there have been many scholars who have queued up to buy name paper and pen and paper. Now that the stalls are about to close in the evening, there are still horses and carriages coming one after another.

"Ah, there are so many people!"

As soon as Gu Ziyuan saw the famous note there, his eyes lit up: "This famous note with plum patterns is really beautiful. If you buy some and go back, you can incense incense, and then add some dried flowers. It's really elegant."

"Since there are so many people, then I won't come forward, and I have to trouble Ziyuan to choose a few for me."

"That's natural. Brother Luo can rest assured to leave this kind of trivial matter to me!"

Gu Ziyuan naturally wouldn't shirk, and took Zong Luo to a secluded place beside the store door. The two agreed on a rough time, and he turned back and couldn't wait to enter the store.

Zong Luo stood alone under the eaves, but he didn't feel bored, but began to hear the sounds around him.

He wasn't blind at all, and he could see his eyes intact when he pulled off the cloth, but it was not interesting to close his five senses occasionally, and he was even sharper because of it.

Standing here now and concentrating carefully, I can hear the whispers of the scholars in the bookstore not far away, the axles of the carriages turn, the slaves whip their whips, the autumn cicadas in the distance, and the sky is full of muffled thunder.

"It's going to rain..." Zong Luo sighed, took two steps back a little, and completely shrank his body under the cover of the eaves.

After being away from Da Yuan for more than a year, I always feel that standing in the imperial city is like a previous life.

In fact, this is his third life, no one can live so long. Just listening to the rain falling in the imperial city, I feel like a dream of Huang Liang, as if from a lifetime.

Sure enough, very soon, the rain fell in drops, as if someone poured water from the sky, and it fell into a downpour in an instant.

After about a half-hour of incense, I heard a loud noise from the rain in the distance.

"It's the Xuan Cavalry!" "The Xuan Cavalry has returned to the city!"

As if echoing, a group of neat and solemn black cavalry passed by like a ghost, galloping on the road of the imperial city, splashing jade everywhere they went.

The cavalry were dressed in black armor, with armor on their heads, and their feet wrapped in long boots. They sat on black horses with straight backs. When I listened carefully, even the hooves of the horses happened to be connected in a series, and there was no noise at all, and the training was astounding.

Zongluo suddenly raised his head and looked away towards the intersection.

Even if he can't see anything now, he can imagine the heroic appearance of the "Xuan Cavalry" in the mouths of the people.

... This is the personal soldier he has spent years and painstakingly cultivating.

Accompanying him from life to death, fighting the four fields, watching the sunset on the terrace, watching the sand sea and the full moon, and wading through the blood sea and knife mountain. Even in his previous life, he committed suicide in front of the city gate, and none of the Xuanqi lived alone.

When he was in Hanlu all his life, although he had escaped on the surface, the leader Shishu also asked the Mo family to regularly bring him information about the Great Abyss.

So Zongluo knew.

After he died at Hangu Pass, it was his former deputy general Mu Yuanlong who took over as General Xuanqi.

Now listening to the sound of horse hooves falling into the rain with almost the same rhythm, Zong Luo felt a little more relieved.

At least for the past year or so, although the main general has changed, he has not been able to go out and fight well, at least the training of Xuanqi has not fallen behind.

At the same time, Xuanqi's leading general looked back from afar, suddenly reined in the reins, and stopped straight in the rain.

"General Mu, what's wrong?"

The captain of the second row was a little surprised to see him stop.

They were all wearing black cold armor, and the heavy rain fell on the armor, like a candle red and weeping.

Mu Yuanlong fixedly looked at the location where Fang Cai had a glimpse.

Across the thick rain curtain, there is only a misty clear white floating there.

"I just......"

He murmured to himself, "I seem to have seen His Highness."