C191 Dance of Literature and Ink to Assist Halberd City(1)

Ten miles wasn't really ten miles away from Dali City, but to express his reluctance to see his friends off. Ten miles was still too short.

Because the ancient people had this hobby, every town had this kind of pavilion. The ten mile pavilion was built on the side of the road. Looking at it from a high vantage point, it happened to see the tower behind it. It was just for the sake of the tourists to take a look at the old scenery of their hometown. In the end, it was to add to their homesickness and help them feel more nostalgic. It was always sad to part with him.

The group of scholars were dancing on the Ten Mile Pavilion, and Ji Cheng and Meng Xia were already riding on horses and watching from below. "This Fu Si is indeed a figure, and his appearance and character are also considered top class. It would not be enough to look at him if he was by Fu Si's side. " Meng Xia praised, "His Highness is also willing to let him deal with those people. Look at their eyes. "

Ji Cheng's attention was fully focused on the Talisman Pavilion. He saw her fluttering folding fan in the wind. She still looked calm and relaxed in front of everyone. Sometimes she nodded, sometimes she listened, sometimes she smiled, sometimes she was solemn, and sometimes she was very moving. "Can I bear to?" He could not bear to part with them.

"If I can't bear to, why would I disguise him like that?" Meng Xia was amused. "You chased him out of his clothes, didn't you?"

"We martial artists don't understand the meaning behind it." Ji Cheng said helplessly, "The youth of the pavilion has made a name for himself. His family has been dealing with scholars for generations. Naturally, he knows more about what to do than us."

The poetry recital came to an end. Everyone sat around him and drank some tea to moisturize the topic, bringing it to the second stage. "The pavilion family has been loyal for generations, but unfortunately, they didn't meet the wise master. It's a pity."

"Heh, who can be sure of their own fate in times of chaos?" The behavior of the pavilion naturally had the demeanor of an aristocratic family. Its aura was not something that ordinary people could compare to. She leisurely stretched out her finger to touch the edge of the cup. "The world is difficult. Not to mention you and me, even the King of Judicial Review is only mediocre."

"Don't mention him." A scholar beside her said angrily, "Since ancient times, the Lord did not stop the public from speaking and did not kill the speaker. Only he actually wanted to kill us. A fool is a fool! We studied to assist the Emperor in saving the people. However, it was not for that kind of Emperor."

Although expanding our reputation was not as great as the Talisman Pavilion, the descendants of aristocratic families were still somewhat proud. The scholar's words were exactly what he wanted. However, he put on an air of arrogance, afraid of being misunderstood and feared to death. Since someone had said it for him, he squinted his eyes and smiled as he listened. At the end, he filled Fu Ting's cup with tea. "There's no need to fuss about it. This friend of mine is the most straightforward."

"It doesn't matter." Fu Ting shook his head and sighed. "It's useless for Ting to stop our Lord... It's the King of Judicial Review."

"Ting Zhizhi cannot blame himself." Zhan Kuo hurriedly stopped him: "If it was not for saving our lives, Ting Zhi would not have been forced into the enemy camp. He... still lost his freedom" When he said this, he turned around and looked at Ji Cheng. "That should be the Grand Marshal. He can rest assured and let Ting Zhizhi talk to us."

"Speaking of Ji Cheng..." Fu Zhizhi deliberated for a moment. "He can be considered a wise master." He did not care about the surprise of the crowd and only signaled for himself to finish speaking. "Do you see the general beside him? He controls half of the troops in the right army, and he is a southerner." If he had said that it would not be effective, it would be different with the previous exchange. Now, the scholar in the Ten Mile Pavilion was full of admiration for the pavilion, and he realized that the horse was following his lead.

"Oh?" The crowd was in an uproar, and they all turned around to look. "Is this true?"

"I didn't believe it either." Fu Ting slowly stood up and slightly raised his chin at Ji Cheng. "When they come up, there will be even more unbelievable things." He slowly walked to the side of the pavilion. "Great Zhou... Great Zhou is gone. Now we are all citizens of Great Zhou. We are joking here, but we do not get along with the prince. "

The scholars paid the most attention to etiquette, and even though Fu Ting felt sad, it was the truth. Now that Great Zhou was gone, these people were all citizens of the righteous path. There was a reason for a country's citizen to have the heir apparent waiting for them: "If that's the case, please invite him up."

Ji Cheng got off his horse after receiving the signal. He picked up the silver spear and walked up the hill with Meng Xia. He did not wear heavy armor today. He only wore a dark green uniform and wore a purple crown that symbolized his status. It was very refreshing.

When they were close, the first person from the Talisman Pavilion cupped his hands and greeted, "Greetings, Your Highness."

Ji Cheng hurriedly supported him and said to the crowd, "This place does not need to abide by the palace's etiquette. I am not a corrupted scholar either." He cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, everyone."

Everyone felt comfortable when they saw this. Everyone was happy that the crown prince was so courteous to a wise man. "Your Highness, greetings." They returned the greetings and gave up their seats for Ji Cheng.

"I think there must be a reason why Ting Zhi asked me to bring the silver spear here alone." Ji Cheng put the spear on the table and made a gesture to let the king watch. "Please."

Fu Ting Zhi nodded and smiled. He pointed the folding fan at the tip of the spear and said, "Everyone, please take a look. What is that word?"

"Qi?" Zhan Kuo was the first to come to his senses. "Could this be the Qi Family's spear?" If it really was the Qi Family's spear, why would it be in the hands of the First Prince?

"That's right." Ji Cheng reached out his hand and touched the silver spear that had accompanied him through life and death. "My master is a descendant of the Qi Family. This silver spear was once used by my master."