Soon, the news of the purge of the Chu State's Pearl River Army became known to everyone.
Some of the Grand Secretaries who often fought with Fang Yun on the Jieshan city wall sent letters, some to comfort him, some to persuade him, and some to express their willingness to go to the State of Chu with Fang Yun to intimidate the King of Chu.
Fang Yun thanked them one by one and said he could solve it.
This matter must not be resolved easily!
However, the battle of Bi Can must be completed.
Afterwards, Xie Bingzhi and Qu Tong, the two secretaries-general of the Wenjie Division who were responsible for contacting the Pearl River Army, came over and talked to Fang Yun about Zhang Jing'an and the King of Chu's purge of the Pearl River Army. They advised Fang Yun to try to keep his composure and not to lose his composure, because this is Liangjie Mountain and if he is not careful, he will die in battle.
Fang Yun expressed his gratitude, but in the following days, he kept a gloomy face and never smiled again.
The test of the Battle of the Ninth Mountain was already a huge pressure, and Fang Yun led the troops to participate in the war and shouldered the burden of the entire army. Even so, he had to continue to study hard and improve himself. Now that Zhang Jingan was in trouble and Zhujiang City was purged by the King of Chu, even the biggest happy event could hardly make Fang Yun smile.
The Qishan Army and the Zhujiang Army exchanged guards. The soldiers of the Zhujiang Army looked at each other with disdain, and most of the soldiers of the Qishan Army looked ashamed. However, there were still some who were complacent and proud of themselves instead of feeling ashamed.
Gou Bao had been frowning for a while. After all, it was difficult for him to catch up with the Pearl River Army in the military merit book. But he has been in a good mood in the past few days and did not hide his inner relief.
When the two armies met, Fang Yun just glanced away indifferently and said nothing more.
As the two passed each other, Gou Bao suddenly said, "Prince Jing, the plum blossoms in Jingzhou City must be in full bloom now. The white plum blossoms are noble and pure, and the red plum blossoms are as red as blood."
"Yes, red plum blossoms are the most beautiful in winter."
Fang Yun took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly and continued walking forward.
"You bastard." Wang Li couldn't help but curse. The red plum blossoms like blood naturally referred to Zhang Jing'an and the injured or dead who were purged.
"The howling of a defeated dog." Gou Bao snorted coldly and walked away.
Five gray-robed men followed the Pearl River Army. Four of them frowned, but soon calmed down. The young scholar named Du Ling kept smiling, as if he didn't care that Gou Bao was attacking the Pearl River Army and Fang Yun.
Looking at the back of Qishan Jun, Wang Li whispered: "My Lord, can you really handle it yourself? If you are short of manpower, call me! If I swallow this breath, what kind of scholar am I! We can't afford to offend the King of Chu, but we can definitely trick that old man Gou Bao."
"Yes!" The eyes of the Pearl River Army generals lit up.
"I have my own plan for this matter," Fang Yun said.
The generals looked disappointed and continued to fight.
The other four gray-robed men stood on guard behind the Pearl River Army, while Du Ling entered the Pearl River Army to join the battle.
Eight hours later, the Zhujiang Army changed its internal defense. Du Ling retreated and stopped beside Fang Yun to rest for a while, still smiling. After resting for an hour, he joined the battle again.
The next morning, Qishan's army arrived and the Zhujiang army slowly retreated, and the two sides took over.
Fang Yun ignored the Qishan Army soldiers and after a little preparation, he led the Pearl River Army away. The five gray-robed soldiers also followed the Pearl River Army down the city wall. Du Ling kept smiling.
When several generals saw Du Ling like this again, they started to joke with him. Du Ling was not angry and kept smiling, while the other four gray-robed men had stern faces.
Especially the gray-robed Hanlin Xu Changxiang, who has been wearing a mask covering his mouth since they met. No one has ever seen him smile, or even eat, which is in stark contrast to Du Ling.
After returning to the military camp, Fang Yun gave a brief speech as usual, pointing out the advantages and disadvantages of yesterday's battle, and then walked towards his barracks.
Walking out of the barracks, Fang Yun stretched out his hand to push the door, and heard a light cough from behind. Being a scholar at the level of Gewu, Fang Yun immediately determined that it was Du Ling's voice.
Fang turned his head to look at Du Ling who was smiling. Du Ling bowed and said nothing like all the other gray robes.
"Write it." Fang Yun was too lazy to be polite. He raised his chin to indicate that he could write whatever he wanted to say.
Du Ling smiled, took out paper and pen and started writing.
"Lord Zhujiang Hou, I am a humble person with little influence, but I have discovered in the past few days that the morale of the Zhujiang Army is unstable, so I dared to come here."
Fang Yun didn't want to be polite with Du Ling. He rolled his eyes at him and said, "If I had the time to write nonsense, I would have finished it long ago. Just tell me what you want to say."
Du Ling smiled and continued writing.
"Your emotions have affected the Pearl River Army."
Fang Yun was stunned, and countless thoughts emerged in his mind. The powerful divine sense made him understand instantly that he had been depressed these days because of the purge of Zhang Jingan and the Pearl River Army. Although he did not lose his temper or do other unreasonable things, all the soldiers saw it and they would naturally be affected.
Fang Yun did not need a mirror. With the ability of a university scholar, he directly observed his own complexion and found that his complexion was indeed gloomier than usual. He immediately restrained his extremely slight sorrowful expression, returned to normal, and said with a bow: "Thank you, my dear brother Du Ling, for pointing it out. Using copper as a mirror, we can adjust our clothes; using the past as a mirror, we can understand the rise and fall; using people as a mirror, we can understand gains and losses. You are my mirror today."
Du Ling grinned, waving his left hand, while his right hand kept writing: "Don't dare..."
Fang Yun couldn't help but smile and said, "Handwritten 'dare not' is the only one I've ever seen."
Du Ling smiled and continued writing: "Zhang Mingzhou is indeed a man of great talent. It would be difficult for any other scholar to understand the advice given by others as you do, and even come up with witty remarks."
"The so-called witty words are all thanks to your inspiration." Fang Yun said.
Du Ling smiled and wrote: "Your words are thought-provoking. Could you write them down and give them to me?"
"Okay, come back to the study with me." Fang Yun took Du Ling back to the study and wrote a calligraphy piece as a gift to Du Ling: "Use copper as a mirror to adjust your clothes and appearance; use the past as a mirror to understand the rise and fall of things; use people as a mirror to understand gains and losses."
"Thank you, Zhang Mingzhou." After Du Ling finished writing, he happily walked out holding the calligraphy.
Fang Yun smiled as he saw him off. He was about to ask Du Ling why he joined the Grey Robe, but he took the words back because it was most likely because Du Ling wanted to avenge his father's death and he couldn't bring up his bad memories. So Fang Yun smiled and asked, "I heard that you used to cry a lot. Why do you smile every day now?"
Du Ling stopped, then carefully put away Fang Yun's calligraphy, turned around and looked at Fang Yun carefully, then lowered his head and wrote with a smile on his face.
"I can't let the monster see my tears!" After Du Ling finished writing, he looked up at Fang Yun with his smile on his face.
Fang Yun looked into Du Ling's eyes and felt that the heaven and earth were towering in them.
Fang Yun reached out and took the paper on which Du Ling had written "Don't let the demon barbarians see my tears" and said, "Give this calligraphy to me."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
The battle between the two worlds seemed to never end.
On the night of the first day of December, the soldiers of the Pearl River Army continued to fight after dinner.
Fang Yun was originally reading on Pingbu Qingyun, but suddenly he raised his head, put away the book and looked ahead.
At the same time, many university scholars or great Confucian scholars were also looking forward.
.(To be continued.)