freenovelworld Chapter 621 Layout
Chapter 621 Layout
"Someone is helping to deal with Lotus Palace? Aren't the enemies near Guangde targeting the imperial court?" The king repeated Lin Ping's words, feeling that something was amiss.
The king knew exactly what kind of place the Lotus Palace was; even if the entire imperial army were to be mobilized, victory was not guaranteed.
Within the Wu Kingdom, besides the imperial court, are there any other forces that can rival the Lotus Palace?
Not only was the king surprised, but all the civil and military officials, and even Wu Tiancheng, found it somewhat absurd.
"If you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them. If Your Majesty doesn't trust me, you can always go find someone else," Lin Ping said, slightly annoyed.
He had a wonderful feeling that the earth wouldn't turn without him.
The series of bad news these past few days has left the king extremely worried, and apart from Lin Ping, he truly cannot trust anyone.
Even Xia Yeran could only watch helplessly as this matter unfolded.
"My dear minister, you have misunderstood me. I will immediately dispatch a large army to Xuzhou. When will you depart?" The king immediately put on a smiling face.
At this critical juncture, talent is the most important thing.
If Lin Ping can help him protect the land his ancestors conquered, what's wrong with him yielding to him?
He is the future prince consort, and sooner or later he will be under Xia Linglong's control. The king is not afraid that this "henpecked husband" will rebel.
Lin Ping's fear of his wife was well-known, and the king wished he could marry the princess as soon as possible to teach him a lesson for his unruly nature.
"The 100,000-strong army must indeed set off immediately. As for when I will arrive in Xuzhou... that depends on my mood."
Lin Ping clasped his hands together and chuckled cheekily, clearly indicating that he didn't want to go.
Is this guy really reliable?
A great question mark arose in the king's mind.
With the nation in peril, Lin Ping's continued joking and laughing attitude immediately eroded the monarch's confidence.
After the court session ended, Lin Ping ran away as fast as he could, not giving the king a chance to summon him alone.
"Ye Ran, is it really okay for us to entrust the fate of the Wu Kingdom to Lin Ping?" the king asked with a sigh.
Even Xia Yeran was dissatisfied with Lin Ping's behavior today. When she saw his unruly back, she suddenly felt a little more confident.
"Your Majesty may not know this, but Lin Ping never speaks without certainty, nor does he do anything without certainty. Since he has taken on so much responsibility, you can rest assured."
"Alas... that's all we can do. I just hope the Daye Dynasty won't send any more troops," the king said with a worried expression.
One hundred thousand troops were already enough to give him trouble. If the Daye Dynasty sent more troops, the Wu Kingdom would undoubtedly be defeated.
"Lin Ping can be considered a military genius. As long as the Daye Dynasty doesn't send that person, he has an 80% chance of winning," Xia Yeran said earnestly.
"Who is that person?" the king asked in surprise, clearly seeing a hint of panic in Xia Yeran's eyes.
The fact that she was so frightened just by the image of that person flashing through her mind proves how terrifying that person was.
"General! Bai Tiantian!" Xia Yeran exclaimed.
"Bai Tiantian? Is that the one known as the God of War of the Daye Dynasty?" The king gasped and said, "Not only is she a god of war, but she is also arrogant and doesn't even glance at an army of less than 300,000. She probably won't personally lead the troops this time, will she?"
Every talented person has some eccentricities, and this war god of the Daye Dynasty was one of them.
In his view, leading an army of less than 300,000 was an insult, and he should not take this major battle seriously.
"I hope so," Xia Yeran said pleadingly.
During his years of study in the Daye Dynasty, he had the good fortune to meet Bai Tiantian once. Just one look from her was enough to make him feel as if he had fallen into an abyss.
That feeling of suffocating fear is still unforgettable.
After the court session, Wu Tiancheng was in charge of reorganizing the army and was determined to hand over 100,000 men within three days.
This was a task with a lot of gaps in the schedule, but fortunately, several generals from the Fifth Army Battalion were able to help, while General Lin Ping was the only one who did nothing.
At this moment, Lin Ping was leisurely lying on the bed, his four legs in the air, a calligraphy brush in his mouth, and a mess of Xuan paper around him.
"What is my husband doing? Has he perhaps abandoned martial arts for literature?" Zhou Xiyin asked curiously.
She admired Lin Ping's strategic thinking, but did not consider him a literary giant.
"That's called being both scholarly and martial, how can you say it's abandoning martial arts for literature?"
Lin Ping replied somewhat dissatisfiedly, saying that he was a polymath who should make achievements in various fields, so how could he be limited to leading troops into battle?
"Is my husband serious when he says that?"
Zhou Xiyin pouted, her disbelief written all over her face. She picked up a piece of Xuan paper and read: "Clouds remind me of her clothes, flowers of her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, the dew is heavy. If not seen on the Jade Mountain, she will be met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."
Her beautiful eyes widened in surprise, and Zhou Xiyin's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. She quickly picked up another sheet of Xuan paper, on which was written:
A single, vibrant flower, glistening with dew and fragrance, makes the clouds and rain of Wushan seem futile, causing heartbreak. Who in the Han palace could compare? Pity the poor Flying Swallow, adorned in her new finery.
"These...were all written by my husband?" Zhou Xiyin asked in surprise.
Lin Ping blushed, wanting to confess but also to pretend, so he jumped up and feigned sudden realization, saying, "This is it! Let's use this one for the promotional page!"
"What is a promotional leaflet?" Zhou Xiyin skipped over the question from before. Although she was not a talented woman, she knew quite a lot of poetry, and most of Lin Ping's poems were original works.
"It's the poem that's placed at the very beginning of the collection," Lin Ping explained.
"A collection of poems? My husband wants to write a collection of poems all by himself?"
Zhou Xiyin was startled by his words.
Whether it was the sages of the past or the literary giants of the present, none of them could compile a collection of poems on their own.
Being able to write three or five poems that are widely circulated is already a great talent. If one has ten or eight poems, then one is definitely a literary master. But Lin Ping alone wants to write a collection of poems.
"No, no, no!" Lin Ping hurriedly shook his head.
Seeing him shake his head, Zhou Xiyin finally breathed a sigh of relief; her husband hadn't gone mad after all.
"I want to write ten or even a hundred poetry collections and open a bookstore all by myself, with all the books being original works!" Lin Ping said, panting heavily.
Paji...
Zhou Xiyin fell to the ground, startled by Lin Ping's words.
Just when she thought Lin Ping was joking, he excitedly rushed out of the room and immediately went to a printing press to bind all the dozens of poems into a book.
At the same time, Lin Ping took over two shops, hung up a plaque that read "Huiwen Bookstore," and shamelessly asked the king for the calligraphy.
Nowadays, Lin Ping is a popular figure online, and with the help of the king to promote it, this collection of poems has quickly spread throughout the Wu Kingdom and even the Daye Dynasty.
The literary talents of the world regarded him as a treasure, and all admired the compiler of the poetry collection with utmost respect, regarding him as a literary giant and dreaming of meeting him.
However, the original collection of poems was signed "Huiwen Bookstore" and did not contain Lin Ping's name. Even though talented people flocked to it, they did not know who to contact.
Within Huizhou Prefecture, poetry collections also circulated, and Guo Zhixi held one in her hand.
She turned to a page, which read: "The garrison drums silence the traveler's path, a lone goose cries in the autumn air. Dew turns white tonight, the moon shines brightest in my hometown."
After reading the poem, Guo Zhixi was stunned and exclaimed repeatedly, "My lord, is this the scheme you set up? In this great battle, Lotus Palace will surely be defeated!"