Chapter 1592

Soon, the news that the Zhujiang army of Chu was purged was well known.

Some great scholars who often fought with Fang Yun on the wall of Jieshan city sent letters, some comforted, some persuaded, and others expressed their willingness to go to the state of Chu with Fang Yun to frighten the king of Chu.

Fang Yun thanked one by one and said he could solve it.

This matter must not be settled easily!

However, we must complete the battle of Bi participation.

Later, Xie Bingzhi and Qu Tong, the Chief Secretary of the literary circles responsible for contacting the Pearl River Army, approached and talked with Fang Yun about Zhang Jing'an and the king of Chu's cleaning of the Pearl River Army, persuading Fang Yun to keep his state of mind as much as possible and never mess up his square inch, because this is Liangjie mountain. If you are careless, you will die in battle.

Fang Yun expressed his thanks, but in the next few days, he kept a calm face and never smiled again.

The test of the ninth mountain war was already under great pressure. Fang Yun led the army to participate in the war and shoulder the heavy burden of the whole army. Even so, he still had to study hard and improve himself. Now that Zhang Jing'an had an accident and the Pearl River City was cleaned by the king of Chu, it was difficult for Fang Yun to smile even if it was a big happy event.

Qishan army and Zhujiang army exchanged defenses. The officers and men of Zhujiang army looked coldly. Most of the officers and men of Qishan army looked ashamed. However, some people were elated, not ashamed but proud.

Gou Bao had been black a while ago. After all, it was difficult to catch up with the Pearl River Army in the military achievement book, but he had been in a good mood these days and made no secret of his inner ease.

When the two armies met, Fang Yun just brushed aside and stopped talking.

When the two sides passed by, Gou Bao suddenly said, "Prince Jing, now the plum blossoms in Jingzhou City must be in full bloom. The white plum is noble and the red plum is like blood."

"Yes, red plums are the most beautiful in winter."

Fang Yun took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled and continued to walk forward.

"Dog thing." Wang Li couldn't help scolding. The red plum is like blood. Naturally, it implied that Zhang Jing'an and the injured or dead who had been cleaned.

"The defeated dog wailed." Gou Bao snorted coldly and walked away.

Five grey robes followed the Zhujiang army. Four of them frowned, but soon recovered calm. The young Jinshi named Du Ling kept smiling, as if he didn't care that Gou Bao was attacking the Zhujiang army and Fang Yun.

Looking at the back of Qishan army, Wang Li whispered: "Marquis, can you really solve it yourself? If you lack manpower, call the last general! If you swallow this tone, I'm still a scholar! I can't afford to offend the king of Chu, but Gou Bao can definitely do it."

"Yes!" the eyes of the generals of the Pearl River Army brightened.

"I'll take care of it myself," Fang Yun said.

The generals looked disappointed and continued to fight.

The other four grey robes stood behind the Pearl River Army, and Du Ling entered the Pearl River Army to participate in the war.

Eight hours later, the internal defense of the Zhujiang army changed. Du Ling retreated and stopped beside Fang Yun for a rest. He still smiled. After an hour of rest, he joined the war again.

In the early morning of the next day, Qishan army came, and the Pearl River army retreated slowly, and the two sides handed over.

Fang Yun ignored the soldiers of Qishan army. After a little preparation, he left with the Pearl River Army. The five gray robes also walked down the wall with the Pearl River Army. Du Ling always smiled.

Seeing Du Ling's appearance again, several generals teased him with jokes. Du Ling was not angry and kept smiling, while the other four gray robes kept a straight face.

In particular, Xu Changxiang, a grey robed Hanlin, has been wearing a mask and covering his mouth since he met. No one has ever seen him laugh or even eat, forming a great contrast with Du Ling.

After returning to the barracks, Fang Yun gave a brief lecture as usual, pointed out the advantages and disadvantages of yesterday's war, and then walked to his barracks.

Outside the barracks, Fang Yun reached out and pushed the door. A light cough came from behind. Fang Yun, a senior scholar of gewujing, immediately judged that it was Du Ling's voice.

Fang Yun turned his head and looked at Du Ling with a smile. Du Ling arched his hand and didn't speak like all the gray robes.

"Write." Fang Yun was too lazy to be polite. He raised his chin and motioned him to write whatever he wanted to say.

Du Ling smiled and took out paper, pen and ink to write.

"Lord Zhujiang Hou, I'm very quiet, but I've found that the morale of Zhujiang sergeant is unstable these days, so I dare to come."

Fang Yun didn't see Du Ling. He glanced at him and said, "you've finished writing nonsense long ago. Just say it."

Du Ling smiled and continued to write.

"Your mood has affected the Pearl River Army."

Fang Yun was stunned, and countless thoughts came to his mind. The powerful idea made him instantly understand that he had been unhappy because Zhang Jing'an and the Pearl River Army had been cleaned these days. Although he didn't get angry or make other unreasonable actions, all the officers and men would be affected by it.

Fang Yun didn't need a mirror. He directly observed his face by virtue of the ability of a great scholar. He found that his face was indeed more gloomy than usual, so he immediately restrained his extremely pale melancholy and returned to normal, and bowed his hand and said, "thank you, virtuous brother Du Ling, for pointing out that taking copper as a mirror can correct his clothes; taking ancient times as a mirror can know the rise and fall; taking people as a mirror can explain the gains and losses. You are the mirror of my foolish brother today."

Du Ling grinned with his left hand swinging, but his right hand kept writing: "dare not..."

Fang Yun couldn't help smiling and said, "I don't dare to write. I've only seen it in my life."

Du Ling continued to write with a smile: "Zhang Mingzhou is indeed a great talent. If any great scholar hears other people's advice, it is difficult to understand in such a moment as you, and even witty words."

"The so-called witty words are inspired by you." Fang Yun said.

Du Ling wrote with a smile: "your words of three mirrors are thought-provoking. Can you write them in writing?"

"OK, go back to the study with me." Fang Yun took Du Ling back to the study and wrote a picture of "taking copper as a mirror can correct clothes; taking ancient times as a mirror can know prosperity and change; taking people as a mirror can clarify gains and losses" as a gift to Du Ling.

"Thank you, Zhang Mingzhou." Du Ling finished writing and walked out slowly holding the calligraphy.

Fang Yun smiled and went out to see him off. He was about to ask Du Ling why he joined the grey robe, but the words came back to his mouth, because it was most likely that Du Ling wanted to avenge the murder of his father and could not recall his bad memories. So Fang Yun smiled and asked, "I heard you used to cry, but why did you wear a smiling face every day?"

Du Ling stopped, then carefully collected Fang Yun's calligraphy, turned around and looked at Fang Yun carefully, smiled and bowed his head to write.

"Don't let the demon man see my tears!" Du Ling finished writing, looked up at Fang Yun and smiled.

Fang Yun looked at Du Ling's eyes and felt that heaven and earth stood in them.

Fang Yun reached out and took the paper written by Du Ling that "you can't let the demon man see my tears" and said, "give me this word."

They looked at each other and smiled.

The battle between the two mountains seems to be uninterrupted.

On the night of the first day of December, the soldiers of the Pearl River Army who had had dinner continued to fight.

Fang Yun had been reading on the green clouds. Suddenly he looked up, put away his books and looked ahead.

At the same time, many great scholars or scholars also looked ahead.

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