At this moment, everyone was lifted up by Song Mu's strength. When they exclaimed, they quickly looked forward and saw that Song Mu had taken Gu Qingqing and slowly walked towards the palace gate of the imperial city.
"Such a saint deserves the name of a saint."
Someone said with emotion, but the student next to him suddenly looked dazed, and then suddenly became extremely excited.
"Is this Song Mu?"
"Could it be that he is the champion of Song Dynasty?!"
"The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty did not die in the Mobei desert, but he achieved great success and returned as a saint!"
The man exclaimed like this, and some people next to him immediately came to their senses, but someone immediately retorted, saying frankly that in the situation back then, how could the number one scholar in Song Dynasty survive?
But before he could finish his words, others asked him that the palace door was wide open today, and this person called himself Song Mu. If he was just trying to gain fame, how could His Majesty in the Imperial City allow such a person to be so presumptuous.
Those who were refuted immediately fell silent. The name of Song Mu had long been well-known in the Wen Dynasty. Although he did not have the strength of a saint in the past, he had the reputation of a saint.
And now that the Song Ci Sect is so powerful, if someone dares to pretend like this, the disciples of the Ci Sect will definitely be outraged.
Now, I am walking in a hurry that has accumulated a few years ago, and I still have some insights into the sky in my heart.
Gu Qingqing just nodded and spoke to Song Mu at this moment.
"Li Mo'er must be free and easy. He is a model of literati in your Wen Dynasty. Let's sit down and talk about it."
Before then, it was the change of the imperial city and the new look of the sky.
Song Mu was also calm. At this moment, he sat down in front of his hands and took a sip of tea, with a hint of aftertaste on his face.
Song Mu put the cup on his face at this moment, with a calm smile still on his face.
Song Aiqing, who was sitting next to Song Mu, realized at this moment that what they were talking about was the tea, and what was deeper there was the land of the Wen Dynasty where demons were now raging.
Ning Lin took another sip of tea, shook his head slightly and said.
The young champion who passed the third grade of the literary dynasty, the true world hero who wrote countless splendid poems and founded a generation of poetry.
The drums were beating thunderously in the small hall. Guards wearing precious armor stood at attention on both sides. Their eyes followed Song Mu's movement until they saw Ning Lin walking towards the door of the small hall.
Unexpectedly, the dark clouds that had shrouded the imperial city for the past few days quickly dispersed at this moment, and the sun slanted into the city, as if everything was bright.
"War or peace?"
The person in front of him is Song Mu.
To this day, the floating clouds are covering my eyes again, and as far as my eyes can see, there are already many mountains.
"I'm afraid that after two years, I won't be able to drink the new tea again."
You don't seem to have any peace of mind on your face, and you don't have the timidity of a descendant of that majestic little palace. Moreover, considering your status, you are already the mother of a sect and the wife of a young Confucian.
…
Song Mu was about to step into it, but suddenly he felt Song Aiqing pause beside him.
Song Mu smiled indifferently, slapped your hand holding his arm hard, and then stepped back.
Standing at a new low, Song Mu had the same understanding that everything would disappear.
Without this worry, there is peace and lightness, and without it, there is nothing wrong with what comes next, a different perspective.
After saying that, the eunuch and the palace servant brought the table, set down the fruit shop and snacks, and poured a pot of cold tea.
"Your Majesty must be worried. As long as the seeds and skills of the new tea are lost, this land where monsters are rampant will still be a prosperous tea plantation."
As he spoke, Gu Qingqing was obviously not moving at all. At this moment, her body was leaning backwards of her own accord, as if she wanted to listen to Ning Lin's arrangements.
Everything points to an answer.
"It's just that now the tea-producing land has become more and more rare due to the rampage of this monster."
"What is the point of this fight?"
Gu Qingqing said this, looking at the light cyan tea in the cup, and Song Mu's voice also sounded at that time.
"Li Mo'er hates that tea, so I asked someone to bring some."
"Oh? It seems that Li Mo'er has no conclusion on this matter?"
Although Gu Qingqing's words today seem to be quite unskilled, because those years of imperial life have made your words less mysterious, but you can also hear your urgency in those words.
Obviously, Ning Lin really had no final decision in his mind.
"When you came out of seclusion, no one in the imperial mausoleum said that Your Majesty has not yet mobilized his troops and will declare war on the demon clan in the northwest."
"Whether we can inflict pain on the northwest monster clan this time is debatable for now. Your Majesty definitely wants to use you and others to fight against the east sea monster clan."
"Then there is nothing wrong with you. You also know what Your Majesty is going to do."
But walking here today, Ning Lin felt quite calm.
"It's your Majesty's turn to tell you about his arrangements."
Song Mu walked in the imperial city again after a long absence. The scenery around him had changed a lot, but some memories of the past welled up in Song Mu's heart.
"Your Majesty, you think it's up to you to listen to your arrangements."
"You know Li Mo'er, but you don't have any plans?"
"Your Majesty, the tea leaves have not expired for a while."
And in the center of the small hall, from the low platform to the bottom, no one is sitting upright at the moment.
Ning Linbin spoke, taking a sip of tea at this moment, but then he held the teacup and said with a slight frown.
Song Mu quickly put down the cup in his hand and shook his head again.
That imperial city, from being familiar with it to going to heaven, and then becoming familiar with it again, I was never full of ambitions, nor was I ever discouraged.
Gu Qingqing's tone was intense, and there was no emotion in his words, but those words sounded before Song Mu saluted, and then you spoke again.
The reason why Song Mu knew all that was because of the promotion of strength, and what he did was seen as a ridge and a peak. He struggled for a long time on top of the floating clouds, but in the end, strength was a help, and depression was a gain.
When he retreated to the imperial city for the first time, he heard a roll call in the small hall, and one day he came out on top, attracting attention from the sky.
Ning Linbin sat under him, looking solemn in his dragon robe, his eyes slightly lowered, and when he looked at Song Mu, there was a faint smile on his face.
The small hall was empty, and the sound of Ning Lin stepping into it echoed at this moment.
Suddenly, an old man with a cane said this. Although he was in his twilight years, his eyes were full of excitement.
The small hall was ablaze with splendor at the moment. It was late in the evening, and the lights in the small hall were indeed bright. Everything looked spotless, and even revealed a bit of comfort and warmth.
…
When I retreated to the imperial city again, I had great ambitions, hoping to show my talents for the common people in heaven.
"Li Mo'er, now that you have achieved great success in literature, I would like to congratulate you."
Saying this, Song Mu suddenly raised his head at this moment, his eyes hesitant.
Others also looked towards the imperial city.
"Okay, okay, our literary dynasty still has scholars like Song Zhuangyuan here. The haze of the past has been completely wiped out today!"
"Yes, this matter was a decision I made only after a long time. Li Mo'er, is there nothing wrong?"
In that conversation, Gu Qingqing was asking Ning Lin how to proceed.