Dream of the Red Chamber: Start by gaining Zhao Yun's martial prowess, and be ennobled in a sin

Lin Daiyu, sitting to the side, was also twisting the hem of her clothes, looking somewhat dejected.

You mentioned Yunmei, Erjie, Sanmei, and Simei, but didn't mention yourself?

Last time, I even wrote a letter to him with a group of people and sent him a sachet that I had made myself.

He repeatedly instructed him to send any newly written poems or articles to him along with the letter so he could take a look.

Ever since Daiyu found a copy of "The Art of the Mind" on Jia Jing's desk, she had always believed that Jia Jing was exceptionally talented.

It's a pity he chose the path of a military general; otherwise, he would have become a renowned literary master.

After receiving letters from Jia Jing, she, along with Tan Chun, Ying Chun, and others, would also write back to Jia Jing.

She repeatedly requested poems and essays in her letters, but Jia Jing politely declined each time, saying he lacked literary talent.

"This time, there really isn't one... Or is it that my third brother simply doesn't want to write one for me? After all, I'm just his cousin."

Daiyu looked downcast, and her mind began to wander.

Xiangyun seemed to understand Lin Daiyu's thoughts, and smiled slightly as she looked at the letter.

He ran all the way to Lin Daiyu's side, tilting his head to carefully examine Daiyu's appearance.

"Sister Lin, why do you look unhappy?!"

At first, Daiyu could appear nonchalant, but eventually she couldn't withstand Shi Xiangyun's scrutiny.

She gritted her teeth in anger, and said in embarrassment and annoyance, "Why am I unhappy? What are you doing now?"

Shi Xiangyun clapped her hands and said with a smile:

"I'm glad you're not upset. I thought Sister Lin was eager to hear Third Brother's new poems!"

"It seems not. In that case, I'll have to go and enjoy it with my older sisters Ai and San."

Daiyu was initially delighted, raised her eyebrows, and blurted out:

"Did you get it this time?"

He quickly recovered and retorted sarcastically:

"Sister Ai, I wonder who she is, she likes to speak with a lisp, she can't even tell the difference between Ai and Er."

"One minute he loves his older brother, the next he loves his older sister, and when playing chess, he always prefers the number one to the number three, four, or five. Haha..."

Shi Xiangyun was hardly discouraged, even though Lin Daiyu was Jia Mu's darling.

But she wasn't afraid; she found joy in bickering with Daiyu every day. She retorted:

"Hmph! You think you can count? Of course I can't speak. I just hope to have a brother-in-law with a lisp like Brother Lin who will shower you with love every day. Then I'll laugh at you!"

Two teenage girls started arguing, much to the dismay of the onlookers.

Tan Chun was the first to stop the two from arguing, and she sternly urged Shi Xiangyun, the instigator, on:

"You're always so mischievous, hurry up and finish reading your third brother's letter!"

Yingchun and the others also stared eagerly at the note in Shi Xiangyun's hand, urging her to read it aloud.

Even Xue Baochai, who was always dignified and proper, looked at Shi Xiangyun with great anticipation.

After hearing Jia Jing's letter, Xue Baochai discovered that this brother of the Jia family was not only outstanding in martial arts, but also quite remarkable in literary talent.

In particular, her words overflowed with care and love for her younger sisters, which was truly enviable.

Unlike her own brother Xue Pan, who was worse than nothing, only good for drinking and causing trouble everywhere, he was simply indescribable...

Shi Xiangyun dared not provoke the public's anger. She quickly continued reading:

"Little one, eat well, sleep well, and play well at home. Don't fall or hurt yourself!"

When the young actor heard Jia Jing finally mention him, he opened his mouth and laughed heartily, revealing several of his newly grown teeth.

"Also, at Lin Daiyu's repeated requests, I am sending you a humble work."

"Jinzhou spends money to promote its ancient culture and evoke feelings of nostalgia."

"Dark clouds press down on the city, threatening to crush it; armor gleams in the sun like golden scales. Horns sound across the autumn sky; the crimson of the frontier congeals into a deep purple at night."

"A half-furled red flag hangs over the Yi River, frost heavy, drums silent. To repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace, I will wield my jade dragon sword and die for you."

"Brother, sincerely your regards."

"July 17th of the ninth year of Jingsheng."

After the poem was finished, the room fell silent.

The poem is indeed a good poem.

This poem uses rich and mottled colors to depict a tragic and fierce battle scene, and through strange imagery, it accurately portrays the frontier scenery and the ever-changing war situation at a specific time and place.

The first line describes both the scenery and the events, creating a tense atmosphere and a critical situation with the enemy at the gates, and uses the sunlight to show the might and strength of the defending army.

The second sentence uses both auditory and visual imagery to depict the tragic atmosphere of the battlefield and the cruelty of the battle;

The third sentence describes the scene of the troops' attack and their bloody battle;

The last sentence alludes to a classical story, expressing the soldiers' determination to serve their country to the death.

The poem is desolate in its imagery and tragic in its tone, possessing a powerful impact and artistic charm.

It left a lasting impression.

Scenes seemed to appear before everyone's eyes, depicting the difficulties of defending the city and the hardships and cruelty of fighting bloody battles in war.

However, the title of this poem is rather...shameful.

Who writes a poem based on their own victory in a battle?!

Does this mean not only physically eliminating Fei Yanggu and other Qing troops, but also inflicting a deep psychological blow on them?

From now on, whenever this poem is mentioned, everyone will know that it describes the scene of Fei Yanggu being defeated by the Han army.

Wouldn't this make Feiyanggu infamous for eternity?

Shi Xiangyun coughed lightly and said incredulously:

"Is Third Brother planning to write a poem every time he wins a battle, and then name it after the enemy general?"

For a moment, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment...

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Outside Zunhua City in the northwest.

Jia Jing arrived at this place with 20,000 cavalrymen, covered in dust from their journey.

At this time, Jia Jing was unaware of what had happened in the capital city.

As soon as the battle in Jinzhou ended, he was given a new assignment.

After Feiyanggu's defeat, the Manchu commander-in-chief, Yinti, seemed unable to accept the outcome.

After failing to gain any advantage in several battles against Nian Gengyao's army,

Yinti decisively ordered that only a few thousand of his approximately 110,000 troops remain outside Liaodong City to create a false impression, waving flags and shouting to confuse Nian Gengyao's Liaodong army.

The main Qing army, however, split into three routes, passing through the Chahar tribes in the northwestern grasslands and crossing the Great Wall.

After breaking through several passes, including Da'ankou and Hongshankou, they proceeded through Zunhua, Jizhou, and Tongzhou, heading straight for the capital of the Han Dynasty.

It was several days later when Nian Gengyao and others in Liaodong learned of this matter.

Greatly alarmed, it was decided that Jia Jing would lead all 20,000 cavalry from Liaodong as the vanguard to urgently rescue Shenjing.

After all, if their base were to be raided, the soldiers on the Liaodong front would become a laughing stock.

After receiving the order, Jia Jing led the Xuanjia Army as the vanguard, changed the heavy cavalry to light cavalry, and traveled day and night, finally arriving outside Zunhua City two days later.

Unfortunately, it was too late. By then, the city of Zunhua had already been massacred on the orders of Aisin-Gioro Jidu, the commander of the Qing army's left wing.

At this time, Zunhua City, which should have been an important stronghold of the Han army and bustling with activity, had become a dead city.

The city was littered with corpses, and several important government offices and most of the houses were burned to the ground.

As you enter the city, the streets are lined with piles of corpses, layer upon layer, fragmented and broken, some curled up in stiff positions, still in the shape of their struggle before death.

Women and children, in particular, are either bullied while dressed in rags, or their small bodies are trampled into the mud.

This once prosperous city has now become a living hell, with every inch of land stained with blood and every breath of air filled with the scent of death.