Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 815

Cen Yuan was called, and she turned her head to look into the eyes of Emperor Mingde, smiled slightly, strode into the empty shooting range, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Tang Xinghe.

He was wearing the same Yunqi Academy uniform as Tang Xinghe, standing tall and straight like a pine tree, with extraordinary demeanor.

He is a teacher and a student.

His voice echoed throughout the rifle range, and his words were later recorded in the history of the North Wing.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "To borrow the words of Mr. Liang, if the youth are wise, the country will be wise; if the youth are wealthy, the country will be wealthy; if the youth are strong, the country will be strong."

At least half of the people in the stands were intellectuals, and they were greatly shocked when they heard this. They looked at each other, as if asking, who is Mr. Liang?

Cen Yuan's deep and passionate voice continued to ring out, "Today's youth, in my opinion, has nothing to do with age. What is youth? Youth should be a kind of quality, courage, fearlessness, and persistence!"

Shi Anxia's eyes were blurred with tears. She thought of the men of Beiyi in her previous life who had sacrificed their lives for their country.

What is it based on? Isn't it courage, fearlessness and persistence? In addition, there is also...

She couldn't help but stand up slowly and looked at Cen Yuan from a distance, "Young people are also sincere, passionate, and loyal!"

Her voice was not loud, but her eyes were firm.

The entire shooting range was deafeningly quiet.

Before they knew it, all the candidates in the examination room walked into the venue, regardless of their academy or each other, and stood behind Tang Xinghe and Cen Yuan.

They all looked solemn, even Huo Siwu and Ma Chuyang, who were always fighting, had serious expressions on their faces.

Lu Sangyu, the runner-up in the civil service examination, looked at this touching scene and continued in a loud voice, "Young people are restrained, forbearing, and even more outspoken!"

Huang Xingyue, who was recording the exam situation in the exam room, continued in a clear voice, "Youth is the rising sun, the blazing sun, and the bright moon."

Someone in the stands said, "Youth is like the breeze and the rain, like a sharp edge, like a long sword drawn from its sheath!"

Then the unique voice of the girl Anxia sounded, "If you are wandering and lost, I hope you will not forget your original intention; if you are stuck in the mud, I hope you can wash away the filth; if you go astray, I hope you will stop at the brink and turn back."

Even though the trap has been set and the net has been stretched to the limit; even though the enemy has been lured into the trap and is to be killed without leaving a single piece of armor; even though everything is under control, casualties are still inevitable.

Shi Anxia still hopes that someone can turn back from their mistakes.

Even if you lay down your butcher knife, you cannot become a Buddha immediately; at least don't take up the knife and point it at your compatriots and your family, and don't dye the land where you were born red with blood.

Cen Yuan looked into the girl's shining eyes, smiled slightly, and looked at her from afar, "I hope you will still be young when you return."

If you find your way back after losing your way, you will still be a young man when you return.

Even though I know these words mean nothing to many unscrupulous people.

But he knew that his little girl was still sincere and had beautiful thoughts in her heart.

The whole audience burst into warm applause, like a baptism of thunder and lightning... We are all teenagers.

The entire shooting range was packed with people, because people outside had no idea what was going on and came over to watch.

Even the Dongyu Guards and the Weihuang Division withdrew their defenses, allowing people to rush into the archery range to watch this sudden and magnificent baptism.

At this time, the venue was already packed with people. The corridors and aisles, extending all the way to the door, were all filled with people.

They looked confused, only knowing that Emperor Mingde was also inside.

"What's going on here? Isn't this a shooting range? Why do I feel like there's a poetry reading going on here?"

"I don't know! When I came here, I heard someone saying something about 'young man'."