Chai Dao came back to his senses from the tragedy of being slaughtered, and took out a note with grief and anger on his face.

"Serve the country with loyalty?"

When he saw these four words, Zhang Yuchen was slightly startled.

"This seems to be a test question from the Upper House, and Old Thief Lu used it to test me!"

"Please, dear friend, save me!"

Zhang Yuchen pondered for a moment, and in a trance, a tragic figure standing between heaven and earth, covered in blood, appeared in his mind.

This is a subtle coincidence.

I sigh in my heart, just think of it as a souvenir.

"Listen carefully."

Chai Dao was stunned and quickly listened attentively.

"This poem has a name."

"It was not written by me, but by a general."

Chai Dao seemed to understand, but in his opinion, it didn’t matter who wrote it, as long as he could pass the retest.

Zhang Yuchen lightly dipped his hand in ink and started writing:

""Man Jiang Hong"."
Chapter completed!