When he returned to his residence, Song Mu was still thinking about this matter. At this moment, a rough story was already taking shape in his mind.
Song Mu did not intend to write this story so vividly, but only pursued to highlight the key points and use the key points to arouse everyone's reading emotions.
The focus of this military leader is his determination to serve the country.
In dangerous situations, fight to the death without retreating; on the border, slay demons.
In this era, these characters are the easiest to resonate with people, and they will make people unconsciously feel a surge of admiration in their hearts.
Song Mu thought about it for a long time in the room, and then he felt pride welling up in his heart, and he suddenly started writing.
"I heard from the Western Xinjiang military report that a person's name was written..."
Song Mu's expression was focused at the moment, and thoughts were surging in his mind. It seemed that the previous feeling of holding a candle and writing an essay came to his mind again.
Perhaps because he had high hopes for this article, or perhaps because he had been polishing the draft in his mind for a long time, the ink pen in Song Mu's hand was very smooth this time, and he wrote thousands of words eloquently.
This character's life and achievements immediately appeared on the page, especially Song Mu who was not stingy in his praise. He had the posture of a fierce general in attack and the strategy of a Confucian general in defense. The various heroic allusions Song Mu had seen in the past,
This time it is even better.
By the time the article began to take shape, a one-armed scholar fighting a bloody battle had already appeared on the page.
Even the words can make people involuntarily feel excited, even deeply moved.
Song Mu could not break away from this state for a moment, but when he read the article carefully again, he found that not a word needed to be changed, and it was extremely smooth.
Song Mu was also amazed when he saw this. He felt that the situation just now was very mysterious. At this moment, he carefully studied the article in front of him, but he remembered Tao Fengming's previous suggestion and Li Ao's request today. Song Mu picked up the pen again.
Although the story has been told, the true purpose of this article has not yet been reached. Song Mu wanted to write a personal experience for this story.
This passage does not belong to oneself, but should be the passionate experience in the hearts of every literati and lofty ideals in the world. Not only does it make people admire and yearn for it, but it also makes people dare to fight for it.
"When I first saw this military report, I felt astonished. Twenty years still felt like a long time. And what happened to the general who had been guarding the territory for more than ten years in the land of yellow sand, facing the demon country...
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In an instant, Song Mu also aroused his emotions, and his hands were also very fast.
But in this, Song Mu did not praise the hero's feat anymore, but explained the reasons behind this incident, wrote about the brigade commander's broken arm, and even denounced the monster clan for being cruel and arrogant and not wanting peace in the world.
As the saying goes, if the war is waved in one day, thousands of soldiers will suddenly collapse. The heaven and earth will be stained with blood, and the world will cry bitterly.
In this article, Song Mu once again cited various examples of demons harming the world, and even more severely denounced the brutality of demons, and denounced these savages as unreasonable and unreasonable.
Song Mu seemed to be a demon and poured all the sufferings he had seen into this article.
As I was writing it, I just felt that the article was almost not enough. Song Mu was a little unwilling to end it here. When he saw the last blank space on the paper, Song Mu suddenly felt blessed.
"How much can you learn from studying books and swords? Fighting is like fighting on the battlefield."
"Holding the green city gun like iron, the bright moon, the three feet of Longquan are sharpened."
"I admire the army of the past, and I praise the Confucian scholars for their virtue and ability."
"Suddenly I heard smoke rising from the four fortresses. I asked the Confucian scholars, who would dare to go and calm the situation?"
A poem was completed immediately. With the heroic spirit of the poem, the article almost immediately swept away the discomfort in Song Mu's heart. The long-term depression also made people feel normal.
After Song Mu finished writing this article, he looked at this poem written by his predecessors. He couldn't put it down at this moment. He took the book and read it carefully, and suddenly there was an impulse in his heart. At this moment, he hurriedly rolled up the poem.
Got this article.
In the dark night, Song Mu took this article and quickly went out.
If such an article could be published immediately in Tianwen Magazine, it would be a great pleasure.
Rarely so impulsive, Song Mu hurried out of the door and walked quickly towards the Wenjian Pavilion.
In Chang'an, which has already been under curfew, the streets were very quiet this time. Song Mu walked quickly on the streets without paying any attention to the surrounding situation.
Just when passing by a street, I bumped into a few people in a hurry.
Those people rushed towards him and when they saw a young man wearing official robes, they looked frightened and bowed beside him.
Song Mu didn't pay attention to these people and walked past them in a hurry.
Among the few people, a thin man looked at Song Mu's leaving figure and said fearfully.
"I thought this man was here to arrest us,"
"Quickly leave, it's not the best to catch us."
"But it's strange, that man looks so young, he is an official of the Wen Dynasty? He looks so excited, is he going to do something?"
"What are you still talking about here? Hurry up and leave. If Chang'an Guard finds us, we will all die here today."
Someone urged, and several people hurriedly disappeared into the night.
At this moment, Song Mu had already walked quickly to the street. When the patrol team saw Song Mu, they came up and handed over their hands. They took a look at Song Mu's waistband and hurriedly let them go.
Song Mu walked all the way to the front of Wencan Pavilion, and today's Wencan Pavilion was also brightly lit, and there were constant sounds coming from it, which was the only one on this street.
Song Mu immediately stepped forward and knocked on the door. After revealing his identity, it was Huo Tai who opened the door. At this moment, the other person's eyes were bloodshot and Song Mu was extremely puzzled.
"Brother Song, it's curfew time now, why are you here?"
Song Mu hurriedly stepped inside and was surprised to see many engraving masters on this floor busy.
"The publication will be published tomorrow, but His Majesty has just issued a few imperial edicts, so we have to wait for more printing. Today seems to be a bit rushed, but Brother Song, why did you come here like this?"
Huo Tai followed behind and asked. Song Mu came back to his senses, turned to look at him, and then took out the things in his hands.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Song Mu just wrote an article tonight, just to let you have a look. If it can be completed, maybe it can keep up with this time's "Tianwen Magazine"."
Huo Tai was surprised when he heard this, but thinking about Song Mu's identity, he immediately led Song Mu to the second floor.
There is some leisure time on the second floor at the moment. Several Jinshi are waiting for the engraving below to be completed to see what it will look like after the first edition is printed.
At this moment, when everyone saw Song Mu arriving and heard Huo Tai's explanation, they gathered around one after another. Song Mu unfolded the article he had written, and everyone stepped forward with a bead to illuminate it.
Everyone looked at it carefully, but they couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air.
"This article is so fluent? It makes me want to stop reading it!"
"It's as if the characters and scenes are flashing in front of me. This poem should be the "Ding Feng Bo" handed down from the Tang Dynasty, right? It is written here to add the finishing touch."
Everyone looked at the article whose ink had not yet completely dried. They all looked at Song Mu in surprise. Song Mu just looked at everyone anxiously and said this time.
"I wonder what you think of this article. Can you submit it for review immediately?"
Everyone hesitated, but Huo Tai took the first step and spoke immediately.
"This article is of no small importance. I'm just reading it. I hope it can be submitted for review."
"I also think so. The content of the imperial edict printed today is about the Northwest War. With this article, it complements each other even more, and your Excellency will definitely approve it."
Several people around him also followed suit. Huo Tai then accepted Song Mu's article and hurried upstairs to find Hanlin for review. Others looked at Song Mu's dusty appearance and sighed.
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"The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty, if I send you this article on a good night, maybe it will be a good story someday."