"The bright moon in the Qin Dynasty was in the Han Dynasty, and the people had not returned the Long March; but the flying generals in Longcheng were there, so that Hu Ma would not cross the Yinshan Mountain."

"Master, I have never heard of the poem you read. Was it written by the Master?"

A gentle and honest voice came from behind.

The sound is nice, but it has a slightly borderline accent.

Su Dawei said without looking back: "Didn't you say you won't come with me?"

"Well, I am worried about the general manager, so I come out and take a look. Please don't blame the general manager."

Li Bo is the one who speaks.

He and Su Dawei were named as subordinates, but actually were retainers.

Not only did Li Ke take Su Dawei as his teacher, Li Bo's family also lived in Su Dawei's house, and his friendship was naturally very different.

Su Dawei was silent for a moment before speaking: "This poem was not written by me, it was a poet named Wang Changling."

"Wang Changling?"

Li Bo narrowed his eyes slightly, but he thought to himself: Those who can write such poems must have military experience, and their reputation will not be small. Why have you never heard of this person?

He then thought: This must be the lieutenant of the name of the general manager.

In fact, after following Su Dawei for so long, I often hear some surprising words from Su Dawei's mouth.

Sometimes it is a brainstorm and a wild idea.

Sometimes, it is a poem or two, although it is not complete, but it is all classic works that can be passed down to later generations.

The only thing that surprised Li Bo was that the style and mood of these poems were completely different. If they were written by the same person, it would be too amazing.

But if you say that it was not done by Su Dawei, you have never heard these poems elsewhere.

Li Bo himself read the scriptures and had extraordinary knowledge. After several considerations, he decided that Su Dawei used an excuse to hide his shortcomings.

"The benefits are revealed in the cap, and the talent of the general manager cannot be hidden."

He thought to himself.

As for why Su Dawei was obviously talented in poetry, he deliberately said that it was written by someone else, but he couldn't think of the reason.

"Wang Changling came from the Wang family in Taiyuan. He was smart since childhood. He went to Helong, went to Yumen, and saw the scenery of the frontier. Therefore, he wrote such a majestic poem."

Li Bo was fascinated by the hearing and asked subconsciously: "There are such people in the world, but I don't know how the general manager can recognize this person?"

"Well……"

Su Dawei's tongue raked and he thought for a while and said, "I have an old relationship with Luo Binwang, Lu Zhaolin and others, so I know each other."

Hell, I just said it casually, but I didn't expect Li Bo to dig into the bottom line.

Wang Changling will have to be born in a few decades later. If you continue to ask, I am afraid it won’t be able to match it.

"I won't talk about this anymore, go and let me calm down."

Su Dawei looked up at the moonlight, and a hint of melancholy appeared on his face.

Li Bo did not leave. He turned around and looked at the soldiers patrolling the camp not far away, as well as Xue Rengui and others who had left in a hurry, and whispered: "Does the general manager miss Nie Su?"

Su Dawei refused to answer.

Looking at the moonlight, I thought I had been away from home for almost a year.

From the first year of Linde to the second year of Linde.

Saying that doesn't want to be fake.

He had just gotten married and had not yet enjoyed the joy of fish and water, so the emperor gave the order and put on his armor.

I miss each other but never meet each other.

This feeling is the most heartbreaking.

I am busy with military affairs on weekdays and never stop at all. Only at this moment, I suddenly relax and all my thoughts surge in my heart.

It's hard to suppress itself.

"Master, according to your opinion, how long will this battle last?"

"How long does it take?"

Su Dawei looked down at him.

"If you follow the route of Princess Wencheng, you will pass Dafeichuan, Wuhai, Naluyi, Nuanquan, Liemohai, cross the sea, Bayankala Mountain, cross the Yak River, pass Yushu, pass the Chawula Pass of Tanggula Mountain, go to Naqu, northern Tibet, and then Yangbajing, you will reach more Luo."

Su Dawei smiled bitterly: "How long do you think it will take?"

"this……"

Li Bo was stunned at first, and Jier also smiled bitterly: "Not only the general manager misses his family, but I also miss Ke'er in my heart."

"They are both people who have fallen into the world."

"Hey, the manager is another classic sentence, I don't know if this sentence comes from..."

"Stop asking, let me be quiet for a while."

Su Dawei said with a giggle and laughter: "Really, I want to be quiet. The battle in Dafeichuan has been completed, but the battle in Wuhai has just begun. If there are less than a hundred miles away, it is the Wuhai defense line of the Tubo people. The Tubo Prime Minister Lu Dongzan has 150,000 troops and is in charge of Wuhai. The battle report of Xuegu may be delivered to his tent as soon as tomorrow. We are so relaxed..."

Li Bo's face turned solemn, and he crossed his hands and said, "The general manager clearly sees Wanli."

Su Dawei looked at him and suddenly remembered that Li Bo had been away from the border for a long time and was afraid that he was much more familiar with Tubo and the Western Regions than himself.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Are you afraid that I would indulge in the emotions I just now and deliberately lead me to speak?"

A perfect touch appeared on Li Bo's face, and the embarrassment was seen through, and he bowed: "The manager has experienced so much and his mood is so strong that I naturally don't need to add anything to it."

"I'm interested."

Su Dawei reached out and patted his shoulder: "I'm fine, really, I just miss Chang'an a little, I miss Xiao Su. I really hope that this battle will end soon and I want to return to Chang'an..."

"I hope that after the battle of Tubo, the four barbarians of the Tang Dynasty will be truly peaceful."

"I hope, too."

Su Dawei sighed to the sky, stared at the moonlight again, missing Nie Su.

He chanted unconsciously: "The bright moon emerges from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds. The wind blows thousands of miles across Yumen Pass. The Han Dynasty descends to Baideng Road, and Hu peeks at Qinghai Bay. From the battleground, no one is coming back. The guards look at the border and miserably miserable. The tall buildings are on this night, and they sigh and are not idle."

"Master, who wrote this poem? What is the name of the poem?"

Li Bo was shocked and lost his composure to grab Su Dawei's hand: "It's a masterpiece, a masterpiece, the spirit of this poem is extraordinary! Could it be that Wang Changling was just now?"

"Ahem...even if it's right."

"Yes, why is it even more true?"

Li Bo is very flexible in other aspects, but he is extremely persistent in searching for chapters and excerpts.

He held Su Dawei's hand and kept asking questions.

Su Dawei finally developed a little emotion, but was left untold.

He was always embarrassed to say, "Guanshanyue" is a poem by me who copied your son's son and your grandson Li Bai?

Yes, in the years he spent with Li Bo and Li Ke, he suddenly flashed one day, remembering that Li Bai's father was Li Ke.

Li Ke's father is Li Bo.

He is Li Ke’s master, but now he has copied the Wen Copyright on Li Bai’s head, and Li Bo has caught him and asked him.

This is fucking...

Dim bunker.

A man in a cloak followed the soldiers in front of him and walked into the crypt.

The lights of the stone walls of the corridors are flashing.

It can be seen that in the corridor, there was a soldier standing every ten steps, with strict garrisons.

The man in the cloak did not speak, and followed the lead man silently to continue moving forward.

It was not until the tea time that he was finally taken into a stone chamber.

"Has someone brought it?"

An vague voice came from inside.

Just like the lights in the stone chamber are shaking.

It is also like a kind of life that is about to pass away, so fragile that it only takes one breath to blow out.

"I've seen a big picture."

The man in the cloak stroked his hands and treated the Tubo people with courtesy, and worshipped Lu Dongzan, the great Tubo prince who was sitting high on the Hu bed.

Under the candlelight, Lu Dongzan's face looked very bad.

To be precise, it is a kind of pathological paleness.

It looks like a candlelight on the wall, and it has not been long.

The eyes of the man in the cloak flashed slightly under the shadow of the cloak, as if they were a little surprised: "Big appearance, your face..."

"Take off your cloak, I don't like talking to people who can't see it."

Lu Dongzan coughed, his voice hoarse.

But his tone was still calm, as calm as if it was the water in Nacuo Bing Lake in winter, without a trace of turmoil.

The man stretched out his hand and gently took off his cloak, revealing a young and handsome face.

Hu Langjun.

The atmosphere in the stone room was condensed for a moment.

Lu Dongzan stared at him with a squinted eye, and there was an unspeakable complexity in his eyes.

"You, and Beidou, you have broken your appointment."

The Lord of He was speechless.

Lu Dongzan continued: "According to your and my agreement, we should have taken action in Xuegu to get rid of the Yiren in the Tang army for us, but you did not do it, so that our country was defeated in Xuegu, and the loss was too great."

His voice was still calm.

But the personal guard who was familiar with him couldn't help but look at him quietly.

The sound of the big picture is like an undercurrent under the ice layer.

There was unimaginable anger in it.

But Da Xiang is still patient.

From the guard's perspective, you can even see the corners of Lu Dongzan's eyes twitching slightly, and every tremor of the muscles on his face trembled.

As the strange Helangjun, he naturally took all this more carefully.

"The big picture is not because we don't act as agreed, but because something happened to us."

"What accident?"

"It was Yinghuo, the people of Yinghuo Star Lord who stopped us. We even fought for a while, and both of them were killed and injured."

The He Langjun looked up, and the appearance of Jiu Po ​​flashed in his deep eyes.

That damn old witch actually stopped herself at a critical moment.

"I hate this damn excuse."

Lu Dongzan's voice was as cold as a knife.

"No matter what the reason is, your failure to make the Tubo defeated in southern Dafei Sichuan, and lost 100,000 troops. I will calculate this with you Beidou."

Hearing Lu Dongzan's words, He Langjun smiled dryly: "Da Xiang, in fact, Xue Gu's losses may not be able to be recovered."

"What's the meaning?"

Lu Dongzan's eyes opened slightly and then narrowed again.

A look of suspicion flashed from his old and pale face.

"Although Ying Huo had a fight with our people, we also reached an agreement."

"Agreement?"

"Yinghuo means that you cannot take action in Dafeichuan. It is still close to the Tang army camp. Even if you destroy the Tang Dynasty's 10,000 troops, it will be a drop in the bucket for the Tang Dynasty and cannot break their backbone."

"oh?"

These words seemed to arouse Lu Dongzan's interest: "Speak."

"Ying Huo did not hate Tangren. What he meant was, either not to do it, to do it, to make it bigger."

“How to be bigger?”

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Helangjun's face: "He said that if he could lead the Tang army in Hexi and the main reinforcements of the Tang army, he would lead all the weirdos under his command to hunt in the snow with the great generals."

"absurd!"
Chapter completed!