"Since Liu Zicheng hanged himself, would you like to disguise yourself and go to the army to train?"
There was only one sentence in Li Wenying's biography of Hongyan, but Fang Yun felt an inexplicable heaviness between the lines. He thought of the Holy Ruins, the Left Prime Minister, the Wolf Man, the reverse literati, and the Demon Emperor.
Li Wenying seemed unable to sit still.
"Yes." Fang Yun's answer was extremely concise.
"You have no experience in the army, so your talent and martial arts training will inevitably fail. In order to prepare for future military training, you must enter the army as soon as possible. Your talents are amazing, and you do not need to stay in the army for many years. What you need is not to kill the enemy, but to understand the atmosphere and feel of the army. The soul of the army. If you don't have the soul of the army, your military career will be limited. Although Governor Lu is on good terms with Tong Shilang, he doesn't like Zuo Xiang. Instead, he has a good relationship with Chen Shuai and will not be attached to Zuo Xiang for at least three years. You are still safe in Yuhai City. You can go to Yu Xingshu and he will arrange everything for you."
"Thank you, Mr. Li."
Fang Yun had to admire Li Wenying's vision. Now he really needed the most basic experience. In the illusion, he had no experience at the grassroots level in the military, but had become a Jinshi to directly lead the army.
"In order to find a suitable reason for writing a military book in the future, I must join the army as soon as possible. The military spirit should only be inspired by Grand Scholar Li. The so-called military spirit is the recognition and gratitude of all soldiers in a country. If any soldier does not recognize it, No one can have a military soul. Except for those semi-saints, it is difficult for even the great military masters to have a military soul. Even Master Jianmei does not have one."
Fang Yun didn't think much about the military soul anymore, but explained some things to Yang Yuhuan, and then went to Dinghai General Yu Xingshu.
When passing by the courtyard flower bed, Fang Yun found that there were only three flowers left in it, shook his head and left with a smile.
General Dinghai's Mansion is located in the South Vice City, but the Yamen of Jiangzhou Prefecture Army is in the East Vice City, with its back to the main city and facing the East China Sea.
After Zhang Poyue left, Governor Lu took office silently. It didn't cause any disturbance, everything seemed to be no different from when Zhang Poyue was here, not even the position of general had changed at all.
The official position of Governor Lu is the third rank, and he commands the Jiangzhou Prefecture Army. He is mainly responsible for the East China Sea Dragon Clan and holds great power.
Dinghai General Yu Xingshu was a fourth-rank official and the deputy of Governor Lu. He was responsible for the daily affairs of the state army and had great authority, but he had personally gone to Dayuan Mansion to pick up Fang Yun.
The carriage moves forward in East Vice City. This is the safest, tightest and most stringent place in Jiangzhou. Even if Fang Yun's carriage had the mark of the state army, it was inspected three times.
On the surface, the East Vice City is dominated by the Jiangzhou Prefecture Army, but it is the Holy Court who actually has the highest command power. However, the people in the Holy Court usually do nothing, and the superior of these people in the Holy Court happens to be Li Wenying, so everyone You know, as long as Li Wenying is here in Jiangzhou. The left prime minister alone will not be able to change the world.
In Jiangzhou, Li Wenying's words carry more weight than the words of the monarch and the queen mother, because he can represent the Holy Court and others cannot.
Not long after. Fang Daniu suddenly whispered outside the carriage door curtain: "It seems that a high-ranking official's car is coming from the front. I'll get out of the way."
The carriage slowed down and changed direction. After a while, Fang Yun heard the heavy sound of a carriage passing by. When he opened the curtains, he saw a large carriage with a length of six feet passing by, with ten dragon horses pulling the carriage.
There are only three people in Jiangzhou who are qualified to use ten dragon horses to draw a cart. The prince of the prefecture's literary academy, the prefecture's pastor, and the governor.
"It turns out to be Governor Lu's car." Fang Yun thought as he looked outside.
Suddenly, the curtains of the carriage also opened, and an old man over fifty years old turned to look over. This old man was not as rough and cunning as Zhang Poyue, nor as elegant and sharp as Li Wenying, but a weather-beaten man. A resolute face, very pure.
Almost the moment he saw him, Fang Yun knew that this person could not be the Zuo Prime Minister's lackey, but Fang Yun's reason told him that Governor Lu still had the tendency to collude with Zuo Tong.
Fang Yun did not expect that the two people would meet for the first time in this situation. They would soon be separated from each other. There was no way to say hello formally, so they could only greet each other with hands.
The old man looked at Fang Yun carefully, as if he wanted to imprint Fang Yun in his mind, nodded, and then lowered the curtain.
Fang Yun found it strange that the old man's eyes seemed to contain different feelings, as if he recognized himself, and there was no hostility.
"Maybe it's an illusion."
Fang Yun couldn't help but think of Governor Lu's faction.
"He is close to Marshal Chen, but he is not a direct descendant of Marshal Chen. As for Marshal Chen, he is the number one person in Jingzhou. It is said that he has lived in seclusion since the defeat of the Zuo Army last year. Some people say that he was injured. Yes, some people say that he is in seclusion to attack the great Confucians, otherwise the Left Prime Minister would not be so powerful. I heard that the person Zhang Poyue admires most is Marshal Chen. "
"The Prime Minister Zuo, the Prime Minister Wen, and Marshal Chen are the three giants of the civil service, the Academy of Arts, and the military in Jingguo. Fortunately, the latter two are here, otherwise the Prime Minister Zuo would have covered the sky with one hand. And Li Wenying is the most likely to become one of the three giants. He is probably a true 'half-face'. With him in Jiangzhou, Governor Lu should not dare to target me."
Not long after, the carriage stopped outside General Dinghai's camp, and Fang Yun reported his name. The soldiers around looked at Fang Yun in surprise and showed admiration, but still did not let Fang Yun in, but went in to ask for instructions. Not long after, Yu Xingshu's soldiers came out and took Fang Yun to the Chinese army's tent.
This is the tradition of the Ten Kingdoms. The officers' offices are all set up according to the plan of the field march, in order to prevent the soldiers from being arrogant and to keep them in mind that they are on the battlefield. However, the soldiers' military quarters are much better.
When he arrived at the entrance of the military tent, the soldier made a gesture of invitation, and then said: "Master Fang, please."
"Thank you." Fang Yun replied politely and walked inside.
Yu Xingshu sat behind the desk and did not treat Fang Yun as enthusiastically as usual. Instead, he looked at Fang Yun calmly and asked, "Are you here to be a soldier, or are you here to experience it?"
Fang Yun replied seriously: "To report to you, sir, I am here to join the army."
"Very good. You don't have to go anywhere this month, just stay in the army and be the most ordinary soldier. As for the Chinese Valentine's Day cultural gathering, I will give you half a day off to avoid others' suspicion. After one month, you can serve as a soldier in the army. Chinese official, responsible for clerical work, will be transferred to the place where you are good at.”
Fang Yun immediately said: "I humble my position and obey orders."
Yu Xingshu pushed the paper on the table, and the paper flew to Fang Yun, saying: "You leave now in the car and go to the place on the paper. When the time comes, you tell him that you want to change your face, and he will help you. On your way to Qixi Festival Remember to find him before the literary meeting to erase the disguise. Remember to find him again after leaving the literary meeting. Your name is not uncommon. I have even seen a few people with the same name. Just continue to use this name on paper. Write down where you want to report.”
"Yes, General!"
"By the way, the Holy Temple has recently released new scholarly war poems and strong bow poems. You can go and learn them first before going to disguise yourself."
"Yes, I am resigning."
Fang Yun turned around and left. Not only was he not disgusted with Xing Shu's business-like attitude, he was actually grateful.
"As expected of General Dinghai of the fourth rank. He seems to be alienating me, but in fact he knows that I have risen to the top because of the example of a scholar. This is when my mentality is most likely to have problems. But he just sent me to the lowest level in the army. This is really a training. It’s so obvious. If I can maintain a normal mind when I’m at the highest peak and at the lowest point, I won’t be complacent in anything I encounter in the future.”
"I have to keep a low profile these past few months. Except for the Qixi Festival Cultural Festival, this state will continue until August 15th. When I enter the Holy Market on August 15th, as usual, there will be a grand cultural gathering where talents from ten countries gather. In order to enter Shengxu. It’s impossible to keep a low profile.”
"The hierarchy in the military is very strict. I will be a soldier first and then a civil servant. I am not going to the battlefield. I probably won't have the chance to write poems and essays. I will probably spend my time indifferently."
Fang Yun first went to the Holy Temple of the Literary Academy to pretend to learn his two scholarly war poems, "Capturing the King" and "Arrow in the Stone", and finally came to Mingye Alley.
There was no one on the nearby streets, and Fang Yun asked Fang Daniu many things. Then he asked Fang Daniu to drive away and entered Mingye Alley, arriving at an unusually remote calligraphy and painting shop.
Fang Yun looked around the calligraphy and painting shop. It's dark, small, and very messy. It doesn't look like it's a real business.
There was an old man with a goatee sitting in front of the counter, he looked to be in his seventies or eighties, and he was drinking from a small teapot.
Fang Yun handed over the paper Yu Xingshu gave him and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lao."
The old man opened his cloudy eyes, took the paper, looked at it, rolled it into a ball and threw it into the stove, where it burned up.
Fang Yun looked at the old man and wanted to know what method he used to disguise himself.
The old man slowly took out the pen and inkstone. The inkstone was almost full of ink and was about to overflow. Fang Yun was afraid that he would spill it.
Fang Yun felt strange. Any scholar knows that ink should not be ground too much and should be ground as much as needed. But looking at the old man's posture, it seemed that the ink was always full, which was very bad.
The old man placed the inkstone and put the pen in it.
Fang Yun suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the strange scene in front of him in surprise.
The moment the brush touched the ink, the ink in the inkstone suddenly surged up and turned into a graceful woman standing on the surface of the ink, almost as big as a thumb.
This woman is completely composed of dark ink, with a head, torso and limbs. She is small and exquisite, and even has waist-length hair. Her eyes, nose, mouth and ears are all very clear and lifelike, as if she had been turned into ink by magic. of real people.
"Mo Girl?" Fang Yun was extremely surprised. He didn't expect to see the legendary strange object.
The ink girl glanced at Fang Yun curiously, then raised her slender little feet to kick the ink, letting the ink fly to the brush.
After a while, the tip of the brush shimmered, and the ink girl dived into the ink, with only her head exposed, looking at Fang Yun curiously.
Only the tip of the brush contains ink, and although the pen barrel was splashed with ink, it did not leave any ink marks.
The old man aimed at Fang Yun's face, pointed it a few feet away, and then placed the pen over the ink.
The ink girl blew on the pen tip, and a column of ink water immediately spurted out from the ink, swirled around the pen tip, and then returned to the ink.
The ink on the brush completely disappeared and became dry.
After everything was done, the little Mo girl still showed her little head and continued to stare at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun looked at Mo Nu with envy. Compared with Mo Nu, the dragon blood ink ingots could be thrown away. Even the most ordinary Mo girl can add a layer of precious light to double the power of the war poems.
"Okay, there's a bronze mirror next to it. Take a look at it." The old man said weakly.
. (To be continued...)