With Zhao Feiyang's departure, the Su family's celebration banquet ended even further. Everyone said goodbye to Mrs. Su, after all, if you stay there, you will be embarrassed.

On the other side, Zhao Feiyang walked to the door of the Su family, and Xiao Liu said behind him, "Son-in-law, are you not coming back?"

Zhao Feiyang shook his head. The Su family itself had no place to live. Especially after he won the Huiyuan period, he saw the Su family clearly. Their deep-rooted concepts were not easy to change, and Zhao Feiyang did not expect them to change.

With a raised hand, a silver ingot was thrown out. Xiao Liu subconsciously caught it, and Zhao Feiyang said, "Thank you today. This is the reward for you."

Xiao Liu was about to say that this was his duty, but when he saw Zhao Feiyang stepping out of the Su family's gate, he soon disappeared.

"That guy."

A call suddenly came from beside him. Xiao Liu was so scared that his legs became weak. He slowly turned to Cheng Zhengyun and said in horror: "I'm... what are the instructions of Lord Cheng?"

Cheng Zhengyun opened a roll of rice paper, which was clearly the poem written by Zhao Feiyang just now. "Tell Zhao Huiyuan that the official took his poem away first. If he wanted to go back, he could send someone to my official's house to get it."

"Yes, I will tell my son-in-law."

Xiao Liu sent Cheng Zhengyun away in panic, guessing in his heart what he wanted to do with his son-in-law's poem?

Royal Palace.

It was late at night and the emperor was about to go to bed when Eunuch Li suddenly came to inform him that it was Cheng Zhengyun who was here.

If it were someone else, the emperor would have asked him to come back tomorrow, but when he heard that it was Cheng Zhengyun, he put on his coat and said, "Call him in."

Eunuch Li received the order and soon Cheng Zhengyun walked in.

"See the Emperor."

"It's free." The emperor waved his hand and said helplessly: "Cheng Aiqing, it's so late, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Zhengyun did not answer, but just presented the rice paper in his hand.

The emperor opened it casually, but his eyes suddenly lit up.

"This is..." The emperor looked at Cheng Zhengyun with a little excitement, and there was a vague guess in his heart, "This is what Zhao Ke did!"

This is not the first time the emperor has seen Zhao Ke's handwriting. He has read Zhao Feiyang's test paper countless times, and is very familiar with Zhao Ke's handwriting, so he recognized it at a glance.

"Today, the Su family celebrated the banquet. Zhao Huiyuan was embarrassed at the banquet. After a bold statement, he wrote this poem, which shocked the four people. I was very surprised, so I came to report it at this time."

Cheng Zhengyun was not a fool, but for Zhao Feiyang to make an exception this time, the emperor read the poem thousands of times, and he couldn't help but be surprised every time.

"This person is really a genius, if he is reused..."

The emperor murmured to himself, Cheng Zhengyun looked at him and knew exactly what he was thinking now.

The Chen family's foreign relatives controlled most of the power of the court on the grounds that the emperor was young. If the emperor wanted to change this situation, the only way was to cultivate people who could use it for himself.

If a peerless talent like Zhao Ke can be used by the emperor, I believe the Chen family's foreign relatives will not be arrogant for long.

"Chen's relative..."

At this time, Zhao Feiyang was lying on the bed at home, which was exactly the same as the two people in the palace. What happened at today's banquet forced him to examine the emperor's sect and the Chen family's foreign relatives again.

Especially Xu Bai

Qiu Jin's style is that he knew that he was the Emperor's Huiyuan, but he still made every effort to mock him. From this, it can be seen that the Chen family's relatives' faction is even more arrogant than he imagined.

Zhao Ke was originally a descendant of the general, so he would definitely lead troops to fight in the future. What's more, the most scarce person in the Daliang Dynasty is the military figures. He certainly would not always stay in this capital to recite poems and write poems. It is a bit too much to bully those people with famous poems that have been passed down through the ages in China every day.

What Zhao Feiyang is most worried about now is that if he really leads his troops north in the future, if any conflicts occur between the emperor and the Chen family’s relatives in the court, he will definitely be the one who suffers from him.

So, either clear the rear before you go north. Or you have to find a way to accumulate power and money first...

"Brother, have you slept?"

Zhao Xueer's voice suddenly sounded outside the door. Zhao Fei stood up and opened the door. Zhao Xueer said, "Mom asked me to see you. If you are not sleeping, I will go there. I have something to say to you."

"What's the matter?"

Zhao Feiyang was puzzled that Zhang rarely disturbed him, especially so late, which was really different from Zhang's style of conduct.

Zhao Xueer hesitated for a moment, looked at Zhao Feiyang, and finally said, "The poem that my brother wrote in the Su family today has spread. When my mother found out, her face suddenly became wrong. I think it must be related to that poem."

"Poem? The storm and rain on November 4th?"

Zhao Feiyang meditated in his heart that the poem was written by Lu You of the Northern Song Dynasty. At that time, in order to suit his own situation, he slightly changed it. I have to say that in the scene at that time, the poem was the most suitable for speaking.

But I don’t know why Zhang had that reaction. Doesn’t she want her son to inherit the mantle of the ancestors of the Zhao family for generations, devote himself to the cause of defending the country, and revive the prosperity of the Zhao family?

With such questions, Zhao Feiyang went to his mother Zhang. Zhang looked worried. Seeing that he was coming, he forced a smile and said, "Sit down, Ke'er."

Zhao Feiyang sat down as he said, "Mom, you're so late, you'll call me over, but what's the point?"

Zhang sighed lightly and said helplessly: "Ke'er, are you really going to the battlefield?"

"yes."

Zhao Feiyang answered without hesitation.

In this chaotic era, literati and poets are the most useless. Only by holding military power can we decide the future.

Daliang is not too serious now, so that the people in the capital are still in Yu Guangli, a prosperous era. Just because those poems during this period can cause a lot of sensation, it is because Daliang is too peaceful at present.

However, once the rioters in the northern region break through the defense and the border of Daliang is lost, the surrounding countries will definitely take the opportunity to launch an offensive against Daliang, the "fat meat". The two factions in the court fell apart again, and the destruction of Daliang is definitely not just a saying.

By that time, any chanting poems would become useless. The only thing the people could rely on was the military officers in the court, and the only warriors who defended their country!

As a student of the 21st Century Literature Academy, Zhao Feiyang has studied the rise and fall of many dynasties. The demise of a dynasty is determined in war without exception.

So he knew very well that his current goal was just the closest distance he had towards his goal. If he hadn't been forced to do so every time, he really wouldn't want to give people a literati look without any force.

"Ke'er, you're a descendant of the Zhao family, it's exactly the same as your father's death..."
Chapter completed!