Xiangfu City, a mansion somewhere.

After Wu Xin and the others returned to Xiangfu City, Wu Xin did not return to the iron-blooded warship first, but first came to the place where Emperor Peng Yue Fei lived.

Because Yue Fei looked for Wu Xin last night, but Wu Xin was not there!

As expected, Yue Fei followed the previous things, and wanted to seize the time to teach Lihuang Wuxin, although he did not have the name of master and apprentice, Yue Fei was also "dedicated", or trustworthy.

When Wu Xin, under the leadership of Emperor Peng's personal guard, came to Yue Fei's courtyard, Yue Fei was standing in the courtyard, concentrating on holding a pen and waving it, and the dragon and phoenix danced to melt into the world.

Wu Xin made a few gestures to disturb Yue Fei, and waited quietly......

In addition to being a famous anti-gold hero, the head of the Four Emperors of Zhongxing in the Great Song Dynasty, a famous military strategist, a strategist, a national hero, etc., Yue Fei is also a famous calligrapher and poet!

Judging from his appearance and temperament alone, Yue Fei is more like a literate and Confucian than a military general who gallops on the battlefield.

A typical civil and military double!

Pity!

Wu Xin waited quietly, quietly comprehending Yue Fei's state of mind, and in the midst of his mixed minds, Yue Fei stopped writing and returned to his senses, and said intimately without looking back:

"Coming back?"

While speaking, he put down his pen and looked at a few rice papers, and said casually: "Look at the emperor's pen and ink, comment?"

"Yes!"

Wu Xin still responded respectfully with the courtesy of a disciple, and stepped forward after listening to the order, looking at the rice paper on the desk......

"Boom ......"

At a glance, Wu Xin felt a roar in his head, a momentum of Jin Ge Iron Horse, upright and unrelenting, and indomitable ambition, full of heart.

Suddenly, Wu Xin seemed to be standing on the shore of the raging sea, in the iron-blooded battlefield of thousands of troops, proud and determined......

The original mixed emotions like all kinds of ghosts and ghosts were instantly crushed into powder, leaving only full of pride, generosity, and even more passionate and righteous and loyal to the country's ambition!

Calligraphy is expressive, words are alive!

This is already a very high attainment in calligraphy and poetry, and he can be called a master, not an ordinary master or master!

Fortunately, Wu Xin's cultivation realm is not low, and his will is extremely firm, and he quickly reacted from the pen and ink words, but his face was shocked!

"Man Jianghong-Angry Hair Rushes to the Crown"

Yue Fei has a lot of famous poems, Wu Xin didn't expect it to be this one in front of him, what does it represent?

Perhaps, Yue Fei didn't seem to believe what Wu Xin said, but in fact, he also sensed or understood!

Wu Xin thought for a while, staring straight at the poems on the desk......

"How?!It's okay to be blunt!" Mr. Yue Feiru stood quietly with a smile, looked at Wu Xin and asked.

"Calligraphy has reached the realm of the grandmaster, free and dripping, dragon and tiger leaping, rhyme, rigorous rules, strong and not soft, and more unswerving and upright......"

Wu Xin was silent, but still decided to comment truthfully, paused, and continued to comment:

The text has conveyed the gods, there is the grief and indignation of the fall of the country, the regret of the chaotic situation, the courage and loyalty to serve the country, and the confidence and optimism of looking forward to the future. It's just that this word is a little heavier, with silver hooks and iron paintings, and it can be called a half-saint treasure...... It seems that Master Yue has sensed and understood the current situation, but he still maintains confidence and optimism.

Wu Xin commented a bunch in one breath, which made Yue Fei's eyes flicker, looking at Wu Xin's eyes with obvious regret and satisfaction!

"The Semi-Saint Wenbao is not counted, it should have the realm of Great Confucianism. ”

Yue Fei responded quite implicitly and confidently, and quickly continued: "The emperor's departure this time is for the things mentioned before, right?

"Elder give, don't dare to resign!" Wu Xin responded unceremoniously, and took the initiative to reach out and tidy it up, and collect it!

Yue Fei's implication is that this article contains a part of the inheritance.

Excluding the value of inheritance and representative significance, this article itself is also a very strong treasure, which can be used as a killer and hole card.

It is rumored that in the area of the Hundred Schools of Thought, there are Confucian sages, a text to town the country, to exorcise demons and cowardice, words can kill murderous beasts and ghosts, etc., pen and ink can be used as thousands of troops, suppressing heaven and earth.

The specific situation, Wu Xin did not see it with his own eyes, experienced it personally, and was skeptical.

However, Yue Fei's article, if it is sacrificed on the battlefield, it can greatly unite the army's heart, enhance the fighting spirit, and improve morale, which is comparable to a top military division casting spells to increase the army, which is of immeasurable value!

Seeing that Wu Xin was put away quickly, Yue Fei was even more satisfied and nodded secretly, and then said regretfully and appreciatively: "Yesterday, the news was sent to Tiandu, the imperial court was negotiating peace with Dajin, and continued to return to the dynasty, and the Song lord also had the intention of urging the emperor to return to the dynasty." This time, I'm afraid that the emperor will lose his words, and rush back to Tiandu as soon as possible!"

Speaking of this, after a pause, Yue Fei continued: "I believe that I will also gain from leaving the emperor this time." If you don't have anything important to do today, just stay in the palace, and the emperor will raise an army to return to the capital tomorrow!"

In other words, there is only one day left to teach Wuxin!

"Twelve hours before the next, I intercepted twelve batches of immortal envoys and obtained twelve purple gold imperial orders......"

Wu Xin was silent for a moment without surprise and said frankly.

As he spoke, his big hand flipped over, and a purple gold imperial order appeared in his hand, and was gently placed on the desk, which happened to be the area where the scroll of "Man Jianghong" was located before!

A full twelve, glittering, noble and gorgeous!

"Huh?!" Yue Fei's face sank, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife staring at Wu Xin.

"Huh?!"

The courtyard guards, retinues, cronies, etc., who were originally as silent as invisible people, burst into exclamations!

"...... Sonor"

The sword was unsheathed, sonorous and pleasant, and a bone-chilling killing intent locked on Wu Xin, a white-faced, handsome and upright young man, glared at Wu Xin angrily and said:

"Bold! Dare to snipe my immortal envoy and seize the edict?!"

Yue Yun, the son of Emperor Peng Yue Fei, one of the top ten war kings under the throne of Peng, is extremely brave, calm and brave, both civil and military, is a famous young general, quite known as Xiaopeng Huang!

"Facts speak louder than words! The situation is so obvious, don't you understand it? Don't you still understand? How urgent, it takes twelve purple gold imperial decrees in a day?!"

Wu Xin ignored Yue Fei's scrutiny, Yue Yun's killing intent, Ji Qing's coercion, and the shock of the others, calmly looked at Yue Fei, said in a deep voice, and looked around with sharp eyes, looking at each other one by one!

Yue Yun, Ji Qing and the others put away their killing intent and momentum one after another, and pondered in silence......

There was an edict from the herald class master before, and now he has issued twelve purple gold imperial decrees in a row, are you so anxious? What do you want to do?!

"It seems...... A consensus has been reached and the preliminary establishment has been established!"

Yue Fei stared straight at Wu Xin for a while, his face was unexpectedly as usual, and he said calmly. After a pause, he shook his head bitterly and said:

"The imperial court has the difficulties of the imperial court, and the emperor is not a Song person, let alone a Song minister, it is difficult to understand!"

Wu Xin smiled bitterly and asked without surprise: "Master Yue guessed the result of the peace proposal?

"Da Song is too bitter...... The situation is too precarious...... The imperial court has no choice at all! If the emperor is sacrificed, the beacon fire can be quelled and stabilized for a hundred years, and Pengju (Yue Fei's character) can't ask for it."

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