After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

"Yeah." Yu Xiheng glanced at him lightly, "I know it's Wen Changyi, you don't need to explain."

Feng San fell silent for a moment, feeling a little bitter in his heart.

Could it be that he said something wrong again?

He followed Xiaobai and ran away.

Yu Xiheng still stopped where she was, as if she was thinking about something.

Mo Yanwen thought for a moment: "In this issue of "Great Xia Treasure", the person Miss Si wants to talk to is Wen Changyi?"

Yu Xiheng nodded: "Well, it will be screened simultaneously around the world, gathering luck for Great Xia."

Five thousand years of history and culture is the unique treasure of Daxia.

Mo Yanwen suddenly smiled: "Your Majesty, why don't you act with a real person and accompany Miss Si?"

Yu Xiheng's eyebrows moved slightly: "You know, she only wants me to be with the world."

"So this is a very good opportunity." Mo Yanwen said, "When the time comes, His Majesty will tell Miss Si that she will not be so resistant."

Yu Xiheng smiled suddenly: "It makes sense."

He stroked his sleeves, and said lightly: "Tomorrow, I will go to Daxia Terrace to pick her up and mention this matter to the director."

Whatever he wanted, he got it.

Mo Yan smiled warmly and said, "I wish His Majesty a triumphant return in advance."

**

At this time, Si Fuqing had just arrived at the palace in Yong'an City.

Today is Yuan Ye, and the banquet in the palace has just ended.

Outside the alleys are empty, and people are setting off river lanterns and watching fireworks.

Only here is silence.

Wen Changyi was drinking by the pond, his long hair was partly loose, and he looked quite unrestrained.

Si Fu tilted the flagon in his hand.

This is what she specially ordered from Yunying.

What's in a holographic game can be brought into reality, and vice versa.

Si Fuqing walked to the pond, she cupped her fists: "I've seen Mr. Wen."

The man seemed to be startled suddenly.

He raised his head, his eyes dim.

When he saw the person coming, his eyes instantly cleared up.

"When I was young, I went to Ji's house to tell my fortune." Wen Changyi narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly, "Ji's family said that on this year's Yuan Ye, people from the future will come to see me and talk to me freely. .”

"I don't believe in fate, but this curiosity can't be changed, so I have been waiting here, and I really waited for you."

Si Fuqing's eyes changed slightly.

Wen Changyi is extremely intelligent.

When he was three years old, he had already reached the realm of poetry in seven steps.

At that time, Ji Chunyuan was indeed still alive.

With Ji Chunyuan's ability, it can indeed be counted to this step.

Just couldn't figure out who it was.

There was no warning from the game system either.

Si Fuqing simply sat down beside him: "Why do you think it's me?"

"Your eyes." Wen Changyi said lazily, "You look at my eyes very strangely, I don't look like a person in this world, not to mention Senior Ji also said that people from the future will come to see me with a jug of wine, Bring it."

Si Fuqing handed him the jug.

Wen Changyi sniffed it: "It smells so good. The wine of later generations is good. I'm yearning for it. Why don't you tell me about it?"

Si Fuqing hesitated for a moment, but chose something to say.

But she found that the game system didn't stop her from speaking.

After Yinhuang passed away, the restraint of the game system on her seemed to have weakened a lot.

It seems that even the game system knows that only Emperor Yin can shake history.

After listening quietly for a while, Wen Changyi suddenly said, "Aren't you afraid that I will change history when you tell me this?"

"History cannot be changed." Si Fuqing shook his head slightly, "Even if you know what happened in the future and made a different decision, the long river of history will be corrected later."

How can a person resist it?

"Okay!" Wen Changyi laughed loudly, "I'll make a bet with you to see if I can change history."

He suddenly took out the pen he carried with him: "Today, I will write a poem in your name."

Si Fuqing's expression froze: "Mr. Wen?"

"If I can change history, thousands of years later, the school you mentioned will have one more poem I wrote for you." Wen Changyi chuckled lightly, "One poem won't affect anything. "

"I'm not an emperor who can rule the world. I will change the pattern of the world."

Si Fuqing: "..."

Affect!

She will be scolded to death by the students.

Poem Jue, don’t you know how difficult some of your long poems are to memorize?

"If you can't, then you can take this poem home." Wen Changyi supported his head and smiled happily, "It's my souvenir for you."

He looked at her, raised his eyebrows even higher: "This bet, do you dare to play with me?"

"Okay." Si Fuqing was infected by his youthful spirit, "I bet you."

"May I ask your real name, Mr.?"

"Fu Qing."

"Fuqing?" Wen Changyi raised his eyebrows, and he had already picked up the pen and wrote down the word Fuqing, "The general of the Fu Building, a good name, then I will write a poem for you with the title of 'Fuqing' .”

Si Fuqing: "... Otherwise, you should be more reserved?"

She was really afraid that she would be hunted down by the student party.

He ignored her this time.

Just drinking while splashing ink.

In just a few minutes, I finished writing a poem.

"You take this one." Wen Changyi handed it over, "I'll write a few more and keep it safe so that future generations can see it."

Si Fuqing took it silently.

Wen Changyi asked again: "What do you want to ask me?"

Si Fuqing recalled the questions given by the screenwriter, and asked them one by one.

Wen Changyi also answered very happily.

"The last question—" Si Fuqing said, "Does Mr. Wen have any regrets?"

This time, Wen Changyi was silent for a long time.

After a while, he said softly: "In this life, I have three regrets."

"It's a pity that I was born at an untimely time, and failed to go out with Emperor Yin to fight, killing all directions."

According to historical records, Wen Changyi was capable of writing and martial arts.

"Second regret is that there is no confidant, no one to drink wine with."

Si Fuqing silently moved away from the wine that Wen Changyi handed over.

She was afraid that if she drank it, what would happen if she accidentally beat Shi Jue to death?

In that way, in terms of Daxia culture, there will be one less peak figure.

"Three regrets that I can't see the future with my own eyes." Wen Changyi's voice was rarely filled with a touch of melancholy, but it soon turned into a long laugh, "However, being able to meet Fu Qing can be regarded as satisfaction."

He drank sip after sip of the wine, as if he had fallen into that dazed and self-conscious state again.

In his world, there are only wine and poetry, nothing else.

Today's goal has also been achieved, Si Fuqing stood up and said goodbye.

After walking some distance, the voice sounded from behind her again.

"Good wine." Wen Changyi toasted her from a distance, "Thank you, future man."

When there was wine and moon, he became very popular with poetry, and immediately wrote a poem with a brush.

Tonight, I don't know how many poems will be born.

**

Si Fuqing woke up from the game cabin.

It was already daylight.

She pushed open the hatch and took a deep breath.

After a long time, he knocked his head and walked out.

She asked Yinhuang to study ink for her, and asked Shijue to write poems for her.

It can be considered against the sky.

Si Fuqing took out the poem that Wen Changyi wrote to her from the backup compartment of the game, and after the packaging was finished, the pointer had already reached eight o'clock.

She went out quickly and skillfully pedaled the shared bicycle to Daxia Terrace.

The director team and photography team are all ready.

Si Fuqing sighed, "Director Qin, I did something bad."

Director Qin looked solemn: "What's the matter, what do you think?"

Even Si Fuqing thought it was a bad thing...

Director Qin's heart skipped a beat.

That's amazing!

He panicked: "Did you hit someone in public? No, it's quite normal, that's..."

Deputy director:"……"

How is this normal!

"None." Si Fuqing's eyes disappeared, "It's just that I accidentally asked Wen Changyi to write me a poem."

Director Qin: "...???"

Si Fuqing was a little sad: "You just think I'm talking nonsense."

How can she not be beaten by the students?

Director Qin breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought it was something, something big, come on, come on, Mr. Si, this is our script for today, see if there is anything you need to change."

Si Fuqing took it.

She flipped through it, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "I have a new idea."

She quickly changed the script and recounted all the scenes between her and Wen Changyi last night.

"Mr. Si, it's amazing. How did you come up with it?" The screenwriter couldn't help but exclaimed, "Such a great idea."

Si Fuqing nodded: "That's good, let's start."

She took out the poem written by Wen Changyi from her bag: "This is a prop for a while, so please keep it carefully."

"Mr. Ning, welcome." Here, Director Qin stepped forward, "Thanks for your guidance on this episode."

Ning Rusheng is a scholar who specializes in the study of Wen Changyi's works, and is a veteran founder in this field.

He has been studying Wen Changyi's poems and so on for sixty years.

The prestige is extremely high.

Director Qin specially invited him here to improve the authority of the program and prevent the slightest mistake in history.

Ning Rusheng nodded, his gaze froze, and suddenly froze, staring at the words in the hands of the actor playing Wen Changyi.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have seen something unbelievable, and his body trembled violently: "That, that..."

Director Qin hurriedly stepped forward and patted Ning Rusheng on the back: "Old Ning, what's wrong with you? Quick, go get a cup of hot water."

He helped Ning Rusheng to sit down in the lounge.

Ning Rusheng recovered after drinking a cup of hot water.

He pinched Director Qin's shoulders and took a deep breath: "Xiao Qin, let me tell you, based on my judgment, the words in your actor's hands are written by Shi Jue Wen Chang Yi!"

"Trust me, it's absolutely true!"

Director Qin was stunned: "What?"

Ning Rusheng's tone was sharp: "And judging from the extent to which the ink has dried up, it is still freshly baked. Tell me quickly, how did she get it?!"

With a "bang", the cup in Director Qin's hand dropped.

He said in a daze: "You, you mean... Teacher Si really traveled back more than a thousand years ago and asked Shijue to write her a poem?!"

As soon as he said those words, his scalp exploded instantly.

Today's morning is really early! Is there an early monthly pass?

The new month has begun, everyone has guaranteed monthly tickets, please vote for Qingqing and His Majesty to support, thank you.

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At the end of 22, the book is coming to an end, let's give Qingqing a good end of the year!

I like the character setting of Wen Changyi very much. He is the kind of ancient poet and knight-errant who gallops horses. If I have a chance, I may expand it~ I am not good at writing, so I won’t write poems_(:з」∠)_