From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 396

Zhou Yuan was very happy to see Lord Wang, but he didn't expect to offend Lord Wang with just one sentence.

He thought to himself, I am at least a captain of the Northern Pacification Division, and a well-known figure in the Jinyiwei, why do I have to go to Liuxiang to find those vulgar women?

"Lord Zhou, I came to the Golden Tower because I want to investigate a case."

When saying this, Lord Wang was a little embarrassed.

Zhou Yuan was merciless and directly exposed his little calculation: "I understand. Under the pretext of investigating a case, I came to the Golden Building to spend money and it was reimbursed by public funds."

Wang Ang's old face flushed, and he immediately lowered his voice and said: "Master Zhou, don't tell us too much. We also want to see the world."

Zhou Yuan was very proud and waved his hand and said: "Then I am also cooperating with Master Wang to investigate the case. The expenses will be reimbursed together."

Wang Ang's eyes lit up and he couldn't help laughing and said: "That's great. If you bring out Master Zhou, you don't have to worry about being blocked in terms of reimbursement."

He rubbed his hands excitedly and said in a low voice: "You don't know, I have heard that the women on the top floor of the Golden Building are all courtesans. They are not only good-looking and know etiquette, but also have extraordinary literary talent."

"By the way, Master Zhou, what are you doing here?"

Zhou Yuan said: "Beat people. I have nothing to do recently. I plan to beat a few royal children to practice."

Wang Ang Zhang He opened his mouth and laughed dryly: "Then Lord Zhou, please stay away from me for a while, and pretend that we don't know each other. After all, I can't bear the blood splattering on me."

Zhou Yuan smiled and said: "Don't worry about it for now, listen to these second-generation descendants talking about the war. Don't tell me, they are talking about this, which is beyond my expectation."

Wang Ang said: "This is a change. Lord Zhou may not know that your recovery of the Central Plains has a huge impact on the Great Jin, especially among the people."

"In the past, people sighed and didn't want to say more when talking about war."

"Since the recovery of the Central Plains, people seem to be more confident. Even when talking about the war between the North Mongolia and the East Tartar, they are full of spirit."

"A victory in a battle can indeed increase the self-confidence of the nation!"

These words also made Zhou Yuan feel a lot. In the previous life, the mountains and rivers were broken, and it was through one great war after another that the national integrity and self-confidence were all beaten back.

War, sometimes it is just a war.

War, sometimes it means a lot of things.

"Although the Mongolian cavalry is strong, it is too few after all. How many people are there in total? More than 30,000? Anyway, the court's statistics do not exceed 50,000."

"How many troops do we have stationed on the three sides? More than 200,000! Even if there is no chance of winning, it is definitely no problem to hold on."

Someone spoke out his opinion loudly, eloquently and endlessly: "In addition, regarding the Eastern Tartars, Jizhou and Jinmen have two layers of defense. No matter how strong the Eastern Tartars are, can they turn over? Even if they turn over, they will face more than 100,000 troops in the Beijing camp."

"Those Eastern Tartars think they are great. I think the loyal and martial marquis can beat them to a pulp."

Another young man said: "Even if we can't win, what does it matter? Our Great Jin is so big that there is no place to live. At worst, we can move the capital to Jinling. If it doesn't work, Lin'an Prefecture is fine. I heard that there is a flourishing culture there, and I have long wanted to go and see it."

This remark attracted another round of scolding.

Someone shouted, "This statement is just to boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige."

"In my opinion, we may not be defeated by the Eastern Tartars and the Northern Mongols. As long as they come, I, Chen Zhibao, dare to go to the border and fight them to the death!"

Zhou Yuan had a headache when he heard this outside. He couldn't help but open the window and look inside. He saw this guy with a pointed face and a kidney-deficient appearance.

You are worthy of being called Chen Zhibao! Get lost!

A fat man stood up and shouted, "You are so happy to chat. Why don't you write a poem to show your will!"

"I'll go first!"

He couldn't wait to show his damn talent to attract the attention of the women present. He shouted at the top of his voice, "The peony flowers bloom for wealth and honor, and men join the army only for the country. Two pots of strong wine to sacrifice courage, and a long spear to determine the country."

"Good! Good poem!"

"Good! What a beautiful poem!"

Someone immediately echoed.

Lord Wang Ang couldn't help but lower his head and gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, there is actually a shill in this!"

Zhou Yuan suddenly thought of some calligraphy masters in his previous life, who messed up every stroke and the disciples around him applauded.

The writing was nonsense and received widespread praise.

Even the women in the hall couldn't stand it. They looked at each other, exchanged glances secretly, and forced themselves to smile.

Chen Zhibao stood up and said lightly: "Brother Jiu, your poem can't be said to be very good, it can only be said to be not good at all. Let me write a poem for the expedition."

He was silent.After chanting for a while, he said solemnly: "Official, I have been guarding the border for ten years. Year after year, I look back to the south."

"I roared with high spirits, and my temples were gray. I fought three battles, three battles, and my corpses were scattered all over the field, buried in a foreign land."

Then a bunch of people cheered again, and even gave a lot of reasons.

"Good! Good!"

"Fifth brother's "Remembering Qin E" can be said to be full of the suffering and bitterness of the border guards. It is really a rare good poem in contemporary times!"

"It is thought-provoking and heartbreaking!"

"Fifth brother is talented. This poem is much better than those erotic poems written by Zhou Yuan!"

Many women also listened to it and thought deeply, and seemed to be immersed in the realm of poetry, unable to extricate themselves.

Wang Ang whispered, "This poem is good, Lord Zhou, what do you think?"

Zhou Yuan's face was gloomy, and he said coldly, "This person just said he wanted to fight on the battlefield, and now he wrote an anti-war poem. It's obvious that he asked someone to write it for him."

"And the ghostwriter's skills are not good. This poem is mediocre, plain and without any connotation. It should be a scam."

Wang Ang's face was a little embarrassed. After all, he didn't have much culture, so he said, "You want to write it?"

Zhou Yuan said coldly, "I don't want to write it. The key is... these royal children have just paid attention to the war and have not formed fixed values. They must not be ruined by these anti-war poems."

After speaking, he stood up and kicked the door open.

A loud noise, accompanied by a thunder, resounded through the world.

In the Golden Building, men and women were startled and stood up one after another.

"Zhou Yuan!"

"It's the Marquis of Zhongwu!"

A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. It would be a lie to say that these royal children are not afraid of Zhou Yuan, after all, he has killed the prince consort.

Zhou Yuan looked at everyone coldly and said, "You are all royal children after all. You can't fight or write. What's the use of you!"

"Listen to me!"

His eyes were like lightning, sweeping around, and he said sternly, "My hair is flying in anger, leaning on the railing, the rain is stopping!"

It was raining heavily behind him, and Zhou Yuan's voice was like thunder: "Look up, look up to the sky and roar, with a strong heart."

"Twenty years of fame and fortune are dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of journey are clouds and moon, don't wait, your hair is white, and you are sad for nothing."

His momentum was enough, and with the thunder and rain behind him, the majestic words stunned everyone.

Zhou Yuan shouted: "The shame of Shenzhou has not been avenged yet, and the hatred of the ministers will never be eliminated. Drive the long chariot and break through the gap in Changbai Mountain!"

"I am so ambitious that I will eat the meat of the barbarians when I am hungry! I am so thirsty that I will drink the blood of the Xiongnu!"

"Let's start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

Thunderbolts, the capital of the gods was illuminated by lightning.

Zhou Yuan looked at everyone and said word by word: "This is poetry! This is the ambition of men! This is the spirit of youth in the Jin Dynasty!"