The sword light was originally airtight, but suddenly it changed and became depressed, as if there was a powerful enemy in front of him, forcing the prostitute to retreat step by step.

Qiu Lin glanced at Jia Ping'an, and the half of the poem he had just prepared suddenly became useless.

Looking at the generals, all their faces turned red... Two lines of poetry aroused their emotions, this broom star!

Chang'an's letter only mentioned some of Jia Ping'an's situations. Of course, most of them were negative situations, as for their strengths...

This boy is cunning!

But as soon as these two lines of poetry were released, Qiu Lin couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring in his heart.

The enemy was pressing towards him like a black cloud, with a huge momentum, as if he was about to destroy the city wall. The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty stood at the top of the city, and their armored clothes were shining with light under the sunlight.

What about the follow-up?

"The sound of horns is everywhere in the autumn scenery, and the swallow's fat is stuffed with purple nights."

The sound of the horn resounds throughout the autumn sky...

The sword light turned, and the figure turned in it, majestic.

"Half-rolled red flag is coming to Yishui, and the frost is heavy and the chill sounds cannot rise."

The sword light suddenly slowed down, as if the long sword weighed a thousand pounds.

"I wish to report to you on the golden platform and support the jade dragon to die for you."

The sword light suddenly became fierce, and the prostitute shouted loudly and jumped high. In the skirt, a sword pierced out of the air, just in response to Jia Ping'an's last sentence.

The prostitute landed on the ground, holding a long sword inverted to kneel down at Jia Ping'an, "I dare to ask for the name of the noble man."

"Jia Ping'an."

The prostitute stood up, "I have been in Mobei for several years and have never heard of such a passionate frontier poem. The man must be very human!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Tang Xu couldn't help laughing.

The laughter seemed a little abrupt.

Only then did everyone who was immersed in this poem could awaken.

"Good poem!"

Jiang Xie praised: "After hearing this poem, I just want to lead the army to the end of the sky, kill those thieves for Your Majesty and for the Tang Dynasty!"

Several civil servants looked at each other and bowed, "As soon as this poem was published, we have no poem to write."

The prostitute knelt down, "I just want to return home!"

Jiang Xie looked at her, "Forget it, since I have agreed to you, someone will come."

When someone came in, Jiang Xie ordered: "All things should be done for her, and then someone would take her back when he went to Chang'an to do business."

"Thank you, Protector."

The prostitute raised his head, turned and kowtowed to Jia Ping'an, "I never thought I could have a day to return home. Thank you Jia Lang."

"Without Wu Yangbo's poems, her sword dance cannot move people."

The prostitute surrendered.

A civil servant suddenly covered his forehead, "Last time I heard someone wrote a poem in Chang'an...that poem...the long clouds in Qinghai are dark in the snow-capped mountains..."

Tang Xu chanted: "Looking at Yumen Pass in the lonely city, the yellow sand is worn with golden armor after hundreds of battles, and will never return until Loulan is destroyed."

Jia Ping'an nodded slightly, "It's just my work."

The civil servant stood up and said excitedly: "That was the caravan's chanting. I wanted to ask, but the caravan was anxious and left straight, so he was worried. I saw the real person today, Wu Yang Bo, I wish you a cup."

Jia Ping'an raised his glass and the two drank it.

"Uncle Wuyang, I'll give you a cup too."

The famous poets at this moment are like top stars in later generations, naturally carrying a halo.

Everyone took turns toasting, and the atmosphere gradually became warm.

Tang Xu suddenly stood up, "Guardian Jiang, the lower official thinks that Wu Yang Bo's merit is enough to atone for his sins."

Jia Ping'an was sent here, and the one who could judge his contribution was Jiang Xie.

Qiu Lin's heart tightened, "Protector, that's a murder outside the imperial city..."

There was another sentence he didn't say: The one who killed Chu Xiang's entourage.

But everyone heard the implicit sound.

Lao Yinbi, you are indeed Chu Suiliang and the others!

Jia Ping'an sat down and everyone went back one after another.

The warm atmosphere gradually became colder.

Qiu Lin glanced at Jia Ping'an and was about to speak, but Jia Ping'an sighed: "The so-called person is facing the corner, and the seat is not happy. How is Jia in Chang'an? That's the matter in Chang'an, so naturally someone will judge it. But today is a celebration banquet, why are you aggressive?"

He suddenly looked up and stared at Qiu Lin, "Does Jia have a grudge with Changshi Qiu?"

Most people will speak sarcastic when encountering such a thing, but Jia Ping'an will be bombarded with one shot.

Qiu Lin didn't expect that Jia Ping'an would squirt at him so rudely. After a moment of shock, he smiled and said, "What are your merits and demerits when you were sent to this end? Of course, Yanran Protectorate should judge it. Could it be...can't you say it?"

Old Yin Bi!

Jia Ping'an sneered: "Since Jia arrived at Yanran Protectorate, the first time Qiu Changshi saw Jia, he ran all kinds of money. He wished that Jia would squat here and never go out for the rest of his life..."

This is an extremely serious charge!

Qiu Lin said coldly: "As the chief minister, I naturally have the power to stare at you. Why don't you accept it?"

I'll accept your mom!

Jia Ping'an suddenly stood up, "What benefits did Chu Suiliang give you so much that he asked you to target Jia everywhere. It would be fine once or twice. If someone praises me, you will suppress me, will I kill you Aye?"

Generally speaking, if you curse others, you are a bitch slave, or a traitor.

But Jia Ping'an actually scolded Qiu Lin's Aye...

This is a complete turn of confrontation.

Qiu Lin exploded immediately and threw the wine glass over. However, his head was not accurate and he was lost.

Jia Ping'an picked up the wine glass and said, "Give it back to you!"

The wine glass flew over and slammed Qiu Lin's forehead with a slight sound.

Qiu Lin covered his forehead with one hand and pointed at Jia Ping'an with the other hand and shouted: "Take this thief!"

Jiang Xie did not expect that in just a moment, the two of them turned from verbal criticism to a hidden weapon fighting.

He said in a deep voice: "Sit down!"

Jia Ping'an took the lead in sitting down.

Tang Xu whispered: "It seems that the first time we met, Changshi Qiu kept targeting Wu Yang Bo..."

Someone couldn't help but nod.

yes!

On the first day when Jia Ping'an came to Yanran Protectorate, Qiu Lin was squeezing him. If Tang Xu had not insisted on taking Jia Ping'an to appease the Tongluo tribe, he would have made no contribution this time.

After the good news came, Qiu Lin's words and deeds were slowly recalled by everyone. Isn't it the credit for suppressing Jia Ping'an?

In the end, Jiang Xie took action and crushed his stirrings, but at the celebration banquet, he was still beating.

Could it be that what Jia Ping'an said is true that Qiu Lin is serving Chu Suiliang?

The heroic martial artists of the Tang Dynasty were the most disliked by the fact that they suppressed heroes, so there was a look of disgust in their eyes.

Not good!

Qiu Lin stood there, wanting to stir up another thing, but after seeing everyone's eyes, he knew that he had committed public anger.

But when I sat back, I felt a little embarrassed to get into the sheath.

Jiang Xie said lightly: "Music is merit, fault is fault. I will never grow old and not stupid, so I will naturally be able to distinguish it."

This sentence is even more dissatisfied with dissatisfaction: Who is the Protector of Yanran’s Protectorate? Is it me or you Qiu Lin? Before I could speak, you jumped up and down and kept busy. Do you really think I am a fool?

Qiu Lin turned around and apologized.

Jiang Xie glanced at him and wanted to say that Jia Ping'an's contribution was enough... But this was just his one-sided statement. If he turned back to Chang'an, he would be disgraced.

He thought carefully and felt that he was hesitating between the two.

After Qiu Lin sat down, he was observing this side. Seeing that he looked sad, he couldn't help but sneer.

Whether the credit is enough or not, this is not something Jiang Xie can only say. Chu Suiliang and others in Chang'an will not sit idly by and watch Jia Ping'an return smoothly, so... what if you don't say enough? At worst, you can just talk.

He seems to have an awkward position, but he does this way, either the east wind or the west wind, and no one cares about the fence-bearing. If you want to have a stable career and become successful, in addition to your own efforts, you must also have someone to appreciate you, help you, and give you a ride.

And he wanted to take advantage of the east wind of the small circle to send himself back to Chang'an.
To be continued...