Chapter 63 I'm not Zhu Yunwen

"Oh, you may not know much about this. Half of the troops of the State of Qi are passed down by the four major families. On the one hand, it is to prevent disturbances in other places and avoid mutiny caused by internal worries." King Jinheng said, "The four princes are the East, Nangong, the North Hall and the West Gate. The four families are in the southeast and northwest of the State of Qi. Generally speaking, they will not come to the capital."

"It turns out that there are four major families. It seems that the court of the State of Qi is not simple." Qi Yu said, "I thought the Moon Palace was the best!"

"The Moon Palace has no military power." Yi Chen said, "This battle still depends on the strength, even in that world. Once the high technology is all used up, it will not depend on people in the end!"

"What do you do when you ask the military power?" King Jinheng asked.

"I just want to know that the party, government and army always have to catch one. It can be seen that we don't have one now." Qi Yu said.

"Party, government, army?" Jiang Yifeng asked doubtfully, "This government should refer to power, and this army should be military power. What is the party?"

"Uh..." Qi Yu suddenly remembered that there was no so-called belief problem in the world, so he said, "It's similar to a belief!"

"Faith?"

"Oh, don't study this problem. Our problem is very difficult now. I think it's difficult to get military power at once, so I'm going to start with Qianzhuang first. You must master the economic lifeline of this country. No, it should be the economic lifeline of the whole world. Qi Yu said, "The Moon Palace is a favorable condition for us."

"If you really want to ascend the throne, just find a way to kill the current emperor. Why is it so troublesome?" Jiang Yifeng said, "If you plan like this, you will not be as good as God!"

"I'm good at this kind of thing as king-sling." Qi Yu said, "After all, the charge of killing uncle is not very good."

"When did you become Zhu Yunwen?" Yi Chen asked.

"Hey, I'm not Zhu Yunwen, and my emperor is not Emperor Qi." Qi Yu replied.

The next day, the sky was gloomy, and the thick lead-gray clouds gradually approached the ground, and soon turned into a downpour.

"Fortunately, we will go fast, otherwise we will be ruined." Qi Yu said, "Let's go and find the classroom."

Qi Yu and Yi Chen finally found the so-called classroom after looking for a long time. Compared with the classroom of Qi Yu's student days, the classroom in this world is extremely empty. The main reason is that there are only a few princes in it.

Liu Taifu looked at Qi Yu and Yi Chen standing at the door and said, "If you are late, you will be punished for writing a poem. If you can't do it well, you have to copy the scriptures."

"Wothe poem?" Yi Chen said, "Oh, my Chinese is not good."

"Oh, no matter how bad your Chinese is, Chunmian doesn't know it." Qi Yu whispered, "Just recite a song. Even if Liu Taifu is more knowledgeable, it is impossible to know."

Yi Chen gave Qi Yu a thumbs up and praised, "You're right. Then I'll come first. The title of the poem is Spring Dawn. I don't feel the dawn in spring sleep. I hear birds everywhere. How much do you know about the sound of wind and rain at night?

"Yes, although it's late spring now, it's still good."

"Then it's my turn. The title of the poem is November Wind and Rain." Qi Yu recited: "The rigid lonely village does not mourn for itself, and Shang Si is the national garrison platform. At night, I lay down and listened to the wind and rain, and the iron horse ice came into my dream.

"Um..." Liu Taifu touched his beard and suddenly scolded, "Where did you get it?"

"G..."

"You are just a ten-year-old child. How can you not mourn in a lonely village? Shang Si is the national garrison. This is obviously because he is old and sick. He still wants to serve the border for the country, not forget to fight against the country, and combine dreams with reality. Why did you come from this mood and experience?"

Qi Yu thought secretly: Oh, my God, why did I forget it? This poem of Lao Lu is not in line with the appearance of the flowers of his future motherland. If I had known it, I would have carried the goose on my back and song to the sky!

"Taifu, I wrote this poem in real time." Qi Yu could only answer bravely.

"Then why did you make this poem?"

"Taifu, I followed Mr. Liu to travel to Cangguo. On the way, I saw many people suffering from war, and I also met an old man who was only 70 years old. Although the old man was old and weak and sick, he still thought about his motherland. I just saw the heavy rain outside and thought of the old man. This poem."

"What's the old man's name?"

"Land tour." Qi Yu answered fluently.

"Okay, you have passed the test. Go to your seat quickly." Liu Taifu said, "Okay, let's learn calligraphy today."

"No way, why calligraphy?" Qi Yu said with a bitter face, "I hate writing calligraphy the most."

"I also hate writing calligraphy the most, and I can't even write pencil words well." Yi Chen said.

The two looked at the white rice paper and saw that several other princes were writing seriously. Even if they did not have the demeanor of Wang Xizhi, at least they looked good, and the two of them did not dare to write at all.

Liu Taifu saw that the two of them had been writing for a long time and walked over: "Why don't you two write?"

"Taifu, can you stop writing this? This brush is too difficult to write." Qi Yu said, "Can you change the pen for me? My pen is easier to write."

Pen? Do you want a pen?" Liu Taifu said, "Many young people have one, but I don't know why I can't use it."

"Huh? Can't use it?"

"Yes, when I went to Luguo, I saved a woman, and that woman gave it to me." Liu Taifu said, "I can still write at the beginning, but I don't know why I can't write it later."

"Where is that pen now?" Qi Yu's heart has already had fifteen buckets. Is there a pen in this world? Oh my God!

"It seems to have been put in my house."

"Taifu, can you bring that pen tomorrow? I have a way to make it rewrite. Qi Yu said.

"Do you really have a way?"

"Of course it's true, as long as you bring the pen." Qi Yu said, "How about I promise to let it write?"

"That's what you said. If you can't do it, I will punish you to copy ten scriptures."

"Okay, it's a deal."

After a while, Yi Chen asked, "Isn't that pen without ink?"

Qi Yu nodded and said, "I think there are ten * like this."