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Chapter 7 Zhao Yan's Reply

In the afternoon of that day, Zhao Yan summoned Xiao Jingye into the Chui Gong Hall, and then told him about Hei Wa's lawsuit against the imperial court.

"Your Majesty, just leave this matter to my minister, and within seven days at the most, I will definitely investigate this matter to the bottom!" Xiao Jingye cupped his hands.

His professionalism is beyond the reach of a small half of the officials in Dazhou, while the other half of the officials are far behind.

Zhao Yan is not worried about Xiao Jingye's execution ability at all.

The next day, it was bright.

In the Daqing Palace, all the officials gathered.

Zhao Yan received a long-distance memorial from Marshal Yang Xinghuai. He has joined the Shence Army. At present, the border defense line has been deployed. At least until the beginning of spring, the Northern Mongolian Army will not come to attack, and they have begun to return.

At the same time, a painting personally drawn by Ergu, the young marshal of Northern Mongolia, appeared on Zhao Yan's dragon case.

The title of this painting is: "Sitting on a Stone by the Stream".

The painters are still very vulgar, if they are put on the street stalls in Dazhou, no one will buy a pair for five cents if it is not marked that it was painted by Ergu, the young commander of Northern Mongolia.

What the painting shows is: Ergu is wearing a Northern Mongolian robe, holding a horsewhip, and sitting on a big rock.

On the boulder, there is a Chinese character with obvious traces: rock.

Rock, namely Zhao Yan.

The meaning of this remark is obvious: Ergu represents Beimeng, Zhao Yan represents Dazhou, and Beimeng will inevitably ride on Dazhou's head.

When Zhao Yan saw this painting, he couldn't laugh or cry.

Northern Mongolia was founded with martial arts, and has always respected martial arts and despised literature. Even the royal family can't understand Chinese characters as well as a six or seven-year-old child in Dazhou.

Unexpectedly, Ergu, the young marshal of Northern Mongolia known for his violence and bravery, was also a painting lover with a very vicious taste.

When the civil servants of the Great Zhou Dynasty saw this painting, they were instantly blown away.

This kind of fryer is not angry, but excited, extremely excited.

Fighting can't beat you.

But when it comes to swearing.

Talk about using skills to curse people.

When it comes to swearing at people without dirty words, you can still swear to death.

The civil servants of the Great Zhou are completely at the level of a master.

At this moment, they finally had a stage where they could display offensive firepower, and they naturally would not let it go.

"Your Majesty, I feel that my Da Zhou should pay tribute to a painting. I have already thought about the content of the painting. Under a high rock, there is a pampas grass shaped like horse hair. My Da Zhou is a rock, and the North Meng is Puwei. There is a poem that says: The rock is square and thick, and it can last for thousands of years; Yun: The king is a rock, and the concubine is a puwei. This means that I, Da Zhou, is in the right place in the world, and Bei Meng is just a concubine!"

A censor shook his head and said, obviously very satisfied with his idea.

"I feel that I, Da Zhou, can write a Tibetan acrobatic poem to fight back against Northern Mongolia. As long as your Majesty speaks a Tibetan acrobatic sentence, I will definitely be able to recite a good poem!" A civil servant of Jixian Academy said narcissistically. .

"Your Majesty, I am good at carving, so I can carve a statue of Ergu kneeling down to worship the Great Zhou, and transport it to the border to promote the prestige of the Great Zhou."

"Your Majesty, when it comes to painting skills, no one in the Manchu Dynasty can compare with this minister. I beg you to draw a picture of "Northern Mongolia Extinction Map" to fight back against the enemy!"

"My minister thought that we could send a small-leaf red sandalwood box to Beimeng, and we put a bunch of dried cow dung in the box. The small-leaf red sandalwood box represents my great Zhou's preciousness, and the dried cow dung shows our contempt for Northern Mongolia!" A The military officer said excitedly.

After finishing speaking, all the surrounding officials consciously stayed a few steps away from him.

This suggestion sounds disgusting.

A normal person can do such a thing in his spare time.

"Your Majesty, I feel that my Great Zhou is a state of etiquette. If I also use paintings to fight back, it will not show the spirit of a great country. I feel that my Ministry of Rites can write a parallel style Fu and spread it widely. The title is: Biography of Beiman. The content can be taken from folk novels about killing fathers and marrying mothers, killing brothers and dominating sisters-in-law, so as to completely destroy the image of Ergu." The minister of rites said with his head held high.

Hearing this suggestion, Zhao Yan couldn't help laughing out loud.

This minister of the Ministry of Rites is really not polite, he has a talent for writing online novels!
The officials were very happy about this and offered their ideas one after another. The ideas that everyone came up with became more strange and more thoughtful.

Sitting on the dragon chair, Zhao Yan looked at the officials discussing in full swing below, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: No wonder Da Zhou was bullied by others, these ministers were so focused on intrigue.

Half an hour later, Zhao Yan called everyone to stop, and then told the ministers that he had an idea in mind, but this plan should not be made public, and then retreated.

After retiring from the court, all the courtiers were still full of enthusiasm, lying on the corridor of the palace and wrote a book, the content was naturally how to respond to the picture of sitting on a stone by the stream.

Not long after, Zhao Yan's dragon case was filled with various notebooks, and some even drew schematic diagrams.

And Zhao Yan had already thought of a plan.

He took out a piece of white paper, drew a circle on it, then sealed it with a jade seal, folded it, and sealed it in an envelope. On the outside of the envelope, it was written: Ergu, the young commander of Northern Mongolia, personally sent it.

Then, let the forbidden army below pass to Northern Mongolia.

And none of the court officials knew what Zhao Yan had sent.

Xiao Jingye also specifically asked Zhao Yan about this.

Zhao Yan just smiled and replied: I can only tell you that when Ergu reads the letter, he will definitely not eat well, sleep well, and even get sick.

Xiao Jingye was stunned for a moment, and could only shout: "Your Majesty is wise, the strategy must be extraordinary!"

As the head of civil servants, Xiao Jingye would occasionally flatter him, and it was always just right, which made Zhao Yan quite comfortable.

……

Five days later, in Gyeongju, it was just dawn.

In a heavily fortified deep house compound, more than 30 counselors wearing black satin leather jackets came out of the hall.

They are the advisers of Ergu, the young commander of Northern Mongolia. They are good at military strategy and have a very high status.

Among the Northern Mongolian Army, only Ergu can command them.It can be said that these people are indispensable for the Northern Mongolian Army to reach the mouth of the Yellow River.

But now, each of these people has dark circles under their eyes, looks tired, and yawns from time to time.

During the war, none of them stayed up all night, but in the past two days, because of Zhao Yan's reply, they have not slept all day and all night.

Ergu, the young commander of Northern Mongolia, was even more irritable, unable to eat or sleep.

He really couldn't figure out what it meant to draw a circle on the white paper and then stamp it with a jade seal.

According to Da Zhou's tonal style of "can speak but not fight", in this kind of literary battle, it is almost difficult to fall into the disadvantaged.

And Yuxi represents the supreme authority of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so it will definitely not mess around.

Therefore, the circle on the paper and the jade seal on it are definitely meaningful.

Just when the counselors were about to go to have a good sleep, Ergu's slightly impatient voice came from the hall again.

"After an hour, let's continue the discussion! We have lost to the sky in martial arts, and we must not lose to Da Zhou in Wendou!"

Ergu has a strong desire to win. He not only wants to understand the meaning of the circle drawn on white paper, but also prepares to draw another painting that can overwhelm Da Zhou.

As the saying goes, the more you lack something, the more you show off.

Northern Mongolia has suffered a lot from being uneducated over the past dynasties, so Ergu must win this time.

If Zhao Yan saw this scene, he would definitely laugh from ear to ear and think he was a genius.

It takes little effort to make the enemy's general and all the counselors sleepless at night, thinking hard, and maybe even depressed.

In the history of Dazhou, no one can do it.

The circles drawn on the paper and the jade seal stamped on them are his random creations, meaningless. If the other party wants to guess some metaphors from it, there will be no trace.

(End of this chapter)