Chapter 111 Only My Blessed General!
There are many literati and elegant people present. Fu Kang'an himself is a Confucian general and has been a bodyguard beside the literary and romantic Qianlong for a long time. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, it is not comparable to those who only know how to carry knives.
Although the previous teenager looked very good, he just said that he didn't even pass the Xiucai exam. Fu Kang'an couldn't help bending the corners of his mouth for such a character's poems. When he was about to speak, he heard a voice from there.
"I didn't expect that at such a young age, you can not only capture giants, but also recite poems against them. Guangzhou is also worthy of being a blessed place for outstanding people. Since this son is so intentional, why don't you let him have a try to celebrate the birthday of the great-in-chief with poems?" Erdeng, the supervisor of Guangdong Customs, came forward with a smile and saluted Fukang. He turned his head and looked at Liang Pengfei. The smile on his face was really like an elder who wanted to help his descendants.
Fu Kang'an meditated and said with a smile, "Okay! I'll wait and see. I hope you don't let me down. Fu Kang'an's flashing eyes glanced at Liang Pengfei.
Liang Pengfei bent the corners of his mouth, and a faint confident smile appeared on his handsome face. He intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Erdeng, the supervisor of Guangdong Customs. Somehow, behind the seemingly respectful eyes were cold and sharp light, which made Erden feel that his eyebrows seemed to have been lightly stabbed. I couldn't help but jump my eyebrows.
But when he paid attention to it, he didn't see anything, as if it was like an illusion just now. At this time, Liang Pengfei meditated slightly and walked slowly in the lobby, just like a literati walking in the middle of flowers. The eyes of those dignitaries were just like a breeze blowing his face.
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"I heard that the governor became famous at a young age for a long time. At the age of 19, he began to fight in the north and south in his life. He experienced countless battles and won a hundred battles. In the 37th year of Qianlong, the big and small Jinchuan won. In the 49th year of Qianlong, the Islamic uprising in Gansu was just a contribution to the governor. In the 52nd year of Qianlong, Taiwan Wanlin Shuangwen's uprising, the general personally unified the army..." As soon as Liang Pengfei opened his mouth, it was the most proud victories in Fu Kang'an's life. Speaking of others, at least Fu Kang'an listened to it and nodded slightly.
"The grass-people are short-sighted, and there are no gorgeous words to congratulate. We can only congratulate the general with six words." Liang Pengfei cleared his throat and began another plagiarism journey.
"The mountain road is far and deep, and the army is running wild. Whoever dares to fight immediately is the blessing of the general!" As soon as the short four sentences came out, the audience was silent. At this moment, the expression of suspicion and disdain was completely like seeing an Asian elephant suddenly dancing in lanterns, full of shock. Pan Youdu almost stared his eyes.
In a short four-sentence six-character poem, the language is ordinary and simple, but it looks so sonorous and powerful, and the lines are full of victory, joy and **. It fully shows the praise and praise of General Fu, and establishes a tall image of General Fu in people's hearts.
After reading the whole poem, it was very natural that I seemed to see a lucky general who had millions of soldiers in his heart and showed relaxed, open-minded and unrestrained in times of crisis, and commanded Ruo Ding. ( I almost vomited... But it's okay, I held back.) OK!" Just as those gentry officials were still stunned, a strong old man in a first-class general's robe, who was originally sitting in the lower left of Fukang'an, shouted in a low voice, which provoked the response of a group of generals present.
"At a young age, both literature and martial arts can do it. This congratulatory poem is probably the most bloody birthday banquet congratulatory poem I have ever seen." The old man walked forward, hugged Fu Kang'an, and looked at Liang Pengfei with the long beard of the class first, and his eyes looked very happy.
At this time, the sound of praise is like a tide, and no one dares to say it is not good. First of all, although the language of this poem is a little plain and straightforward, after reciting it, it can indeed make people feel the tragic atmosphere of the battlefield, and the general's triumphant victory.
In addition, after the old man in the first-class official robe stood up, even when he heard this song that he was about to go to heaven, the expression on Fu Kang'an's face, which seemed to be a little frowned upon, showed a trace of courtesy. Who else dares to say that it was not good?
Pan Youdu smashed his mouth repeatedly, touched his skirt, and his back was almost soaked with sweat. Today, he was really shocked by the birthday banquet of these generals. This boy is so tossing people around. Pan Youdu couldn't help swinging his head with a wry smile.
"This is General Shande, the general of Guangzhou. Peng Fei, haven't you seen the old general yet? Fu Kang'an laughed, stretched out his finger to Shande, the Guangzhou general who came forward, and said warmly to Liang Pengfei. This Pengfei made the Guangdong customs supervisor Erdeng almost vomit three liters of blood.
"Liang Pengfei, a grass man, has met the old general." Liang Pengfei saluted respectfully.
"Get up, hehe, it's rare, it's rare to have such a person." Guangzhou General Shande stroked his long beard and nodded and smiled slightly at Liang Pengfei.
Fu Kang'an also laughed: "Lord Shan, I'm afraid you don't know yet, right? This son asked a friend of mine to donate his military duty and serve the country. Originally, I was still hesitant. I wanted to see this person and have a better test, but today I see this, hehe..."
"It's a pity that it's a Han man. If it's a flag man or a Han army flag man, you have to fight for it." Guangzhou General Shande stroked his palm and laughed. Liang Pengfei looked modest and scolded his mother in his heart. Say your grandmother, if the flag man is equivalent to a devil, then the flag of the Han army is equivalent to the two devils. I don't change my nation leisurely and betray my ancestors.
However, after hearing Fu Kang'an say this in public, Liang Pengfei knew that the commander-in-chief had recognized that he had the ability to hold the military position of the Qing Dynasty. He also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. You know, for this result, Master Liang plotted for a long time, and let himself blow the wind in General Fu's ear, and spread the words of the Qing Dynasty's maritime merchants to capture the Xiyi Sea Chief in Guangzhou City. Everything is just for the success or failure of today, and now, Fu Kang'an is in front of With so many people in the field, he opened his words. Naturally, he felt that he could become a general under the command of the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi.
"The grass people thank General Shan for his kindness to the grass people, and thank General Fu for his kindness to the re-engineering." Liang Pengfei naturally hit the pole with the stick.
Fu Kang'an smiled and said, "Okay, Pengfei, when I report to the court, I will report your achievements together with the matter of your actual donation of martial arts. Presumably, the emperor, when I hear that I am the Yi invaders in the Qing Dynasty, Jingnanyang, I will be happy to agree... Before that, well, tomorrow, you go to the governor's house first." After Fu Kang'an told Liang Pengfei, he began to accept the birthday of those officials and gentry, and Liang Pengfei finally stepped aside with satisfaction.
It seems that this Marshal Fu has made his flattery extremely comfortable, and it seems that he also wants to have in-depth communication with him. Of course, this is a good thing for Liang Pengfei. You know, this Marshal Fu has been loved by the Emperor Qianlong until his death. Favorite, posthumously awarded the title to the prince.
Anyway, Liang Pengfei had already made an abacus. Before the old man Qianlong died, before the outbreak of the Great Uprising of the White Lotus Religion in the Five Provinces in the first year of Jiaqing, which lasted for nine years, he decided to endure and secretly develop and strengthen his strength.
Liang Pengfei believes that he is not a fairy. He can squeeze out a well-trained hardcore army that can flatten hundreds of thousands of troops, and he also needs to obtain a certain mass base. The evaluation and conclusions of later history have made Liang Pengfei understand that if he wants to succeed in the uprising, he must first have a mass base. The first is to With a mass base, the second is to have a gun barrel, but not only to the army, but also to have a stronger and more fierce armed force, which takes time to develop science and technology, the third is to have a bag of money, and the fourth is to know how to endure and wait for the opportunity.
"It's your grandma's. It seems that rebellion is the same as playing strategy games." Liang Pengfei smiled and congratulated Fu Kang'an while muttering in his heart.
At this time, Liang Pengfei heard someone calling his name. Looking back, he saw Pan Youdu and a middle-aged man in a second-grade official robe coming this way. Liang Pengfei did not dare to neglect and quickly stepped forward.
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Without Pan Youdu's introduction, Liang Pengfei can also know that the middle-aged man in the second-grade official robe is the Guangdong governor Guo Shixun.
"Liang Pengfei, a grass-beop, has met the governor." Liang Pengfei said respectfully that he felt that he had almost bent over enough in his previous life today. Liang Pengfei could only pretend that he was bending over to carry the kettle.
"Ha ha, my nephew doesn't have to be like this. I really didn't expect that you were such a person after you had been talking in my ear for a long time. The first time we met, I was really surprised. It's worthy of being our young talent in Guangzhou. You know, Marshal Fu rarely praises people." Guo Shixun stroked his long beard and put on the posture of an elder.
Liang Pengfei had a smile on his face and dealt with it for a while. The Guangdong governor also seemed to know that there was something to say between Liang Pengfei and Pan Youdu, so he found a reason to find a colleague. At this time, Pan Youdu breathed a sigh of relief: "Xiangnephew, Xiannephew, do you know that you almost scared your uncle and me out of the problem today. Do you know the danger just now? If you can't deal with it well, there is a big problem.
"My little nephew thanked my uncle for his care. Although my little nephew didn't show it on his face, he was actually trembling in his heart." Liang Pengfei followed Pan Youdu's tone, whether Pan Youdu was sincere or because of the interests of the two families, he always hoped that he would be good.
"Ha ha, as soon as your six-character poem of General He Fu came out, I knew that you could definitely overcome this hurdle of General Fu." Pan Youdu patted Liang Pengfei on the shoulder and said with a smile.
Liang Pengfei told Pan Youdu what the Marshal Fu said clearly. There was something more in Pan Youdu's eyes when he saw Liang Pengfei, but he didn't say anything. He just gave Liang Pengfei a look at him. Liang Pengfei nodded understandingly and left with Pan Youdu. The crowded lobby went to the secluded corridor on the right outside the lobby.
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(to be continued)