Devouring Martial Dao: Start by becoming a false prince

The empty hall, a sigh, is heartbreaking.

These people in Tianning Palace have their own thoughts.

Xiaoqing eats melons, and she is worried about whether this melon is ripe or not.

Bai Ma seemed to be looking forward to something, after all, after the assassination of His Highness, this once ridiculous little satyr was really changing, and she wanted to know… How far can His Highness go.

The queen has more thoughts, divided into several layers.

On the first layer, Wen Mo can increase the strength of the country, and she looks forward to seeing more miracles in this little waste, so that it can even be transformed into the combat power of the academy, so that Da Yan has a little more chance of victory in the inevitable war. On the second level, the ”

study of runes” is actually two main subjects, the first is poetry and song, so as to enter, and the second is Danqing brushwork, which is used to form words. Since the two Wen Zheng of the academy said that the words of [Winter Hunting] are not small waste originals, then nine times out of ten, this is the case…

She wondered who had learned the word from the little waste… Is that person friend or foe, and what is his purpose? Or only have the heart to serve the country, but do not want to be born, so he secretly taught the prince.

The third layer, she now wants to know, is whether the little waste has poetry. After all, even if a small waste can steal one or two masterpieces, it is impossible to steal both, let alone steal it at will under the condition of temporary situations. If it is

made, it is the ability of the little waste itself, if it cannot be done, hum… That’s where the big problem is.

She could even begin to suspect that there were enemy traitors secretly supporting the little waste!

After all… It is impossible for a person who can open a sect and write such calligraphy to a prince who has no virtue and talent.

Small waste has no virtue, at a glance.

If you don’t even have talent, why are you valued?

……

Xia Yan did not know that an invisible crisis had quietly arrived.

His mind was more like a deal.

Going to the cold palace for a few days?

Or is it a peace for the long-term tranquility of the future?

If he is not favored by the queen, will the queen announce him less, so that he can have more time to stay in the corner and secretly develop? After the winter festival, he will become the Son of Heaven, the Son

of Heaven cannot always be in the cold palace, and the Son of Heaven cannot be let go by the Empress…

The incompetent Son of Heaven has always been someone else’s puppet, whether it is the queen or other powerful people, I am afraid that they will “use” him even more.

With a few days of peace, or a long-term peace in the future.

Use temporary comfort to deny future freedom.

This business… Loss.

Dream Master Yu is such a good shield, if you miss it, it will be a pity. Gou, not to hold back, not to do nothing, just to be cautious, not impulsive, not to do nothing,

not to force out, but to create the environment that best suits your own growth after various trade-offs…..

But the position of the Son of Heaven is an eventful vortex, if you blindly do nothing, then not only will there be nothing, but there will be more and more things.

……

Many thoughts were intertwined into the silence of the palace.

The queen suddenly said, “The main palace gives you another chance.”

The young man was silent for a moment, and decided to change a low-key lovesick poem in order to pass the test, so he opened his mouth and groaned: “Heard the Heavenly Fairy of the Gate of Quean…”

When the three women saw him speak, they all quieted down.

The young man thought for a moment and continued: “In the past, we looked at each other to the end of the world…”

“Don’t you know that you went on a winter hunt overnight and peeked at the flowers in the Immortal King Garden.”

The meaning is basically “I used to hear people talk about fairies in the sky, and I always felt that she was far away, but a winter hunt made me lucky to meet such a fairy.” This poem

is an untitled poem by Li Shangyin in a previous life, and the original text is “Hearing the green bloom of the gate of the road, looking at each other in the past to the end of the world.” Don’t you know that one night Qin Lou guest peeked at the inner flowers of Wu Wang Yuan.

It’s just that in this world, there is no allusion to “Calyx Lvhua”, “Qin Louke”, and there is no “King Wu”, so Xia Yan directly changed it.

It is used to describe the longing after the first meeting, which is just right, but not high-profile at all. However, the

queen snorted coldly, the lightning in the phoenix eyes was staggered, the mouth opened slightly, and she drank fiercely: “Nonsense!!”

She raised her snow-white chin and looked down condescendingly at Xia Yan, asking a few questions like a cannon.

“What poem did you read?!”

“There are fairies in the sky? What are you talking nonsense?

“So bland, what about your bitterness?”

“When it shouldn’t be, it’s not going to be the time! Hum! Hum! Hum!

The queen was furious, and suddenly came to the heavens.

A cold sound, like thunder exploding in the eardrums.

And three snorts, like three giant hammers smashed in the heart, make people tremble, only to feel that the next second even life does not belong to themselves.

This is the aura and majesty.

Xia Yan was silent.

Suddenly, he remembered that this world was not the same as his one. That “Northern Heavenly

Record” shows from a certain angle that there are most likely no fairies in the sky, some are just tricky things, and he said that “Quemen Heavenly Fairy” is directly contrary to the facts.

These words… It doesn’t seem to be boasting, but like swearing.

Coupled with the lack of many allusions, the poem goes from being a masterpiece to being nothing.

No wonder the queen was so angry.

The young man raised his head and said lightly: “Seven steps, seven more steps… Must be written.

The queen’s phoenix eyes shone with majesty, and the air was extremely silent, but the young man’s expression was clear, and he looked at her without dodging.

But a few seconds, but like years.

In a tone of grace and alms, the queen said, “This palace will give you another chance… If it doesn’t work, don’t even think about seeing the Dream Master Imperial Girl in the future, listen to the marriage arranged by the main palace.

“Good.”

The teenager did not bargain and answered lightly.

Dah…

He took a step.

Dah…

He took another step.

Bai Suli looked at His Highness quietly, his emotions were slightly complicated, and his palm was clenched a little unconsciously.

Tap-da-da…

Another four steps…

In the blink of an eye, it was another six steps.

It seems that the time has been reincarnated and retreated to the same scene as before.

At the seventh step, Xia Yan also stopped and raised his head.

The queen was lying on her side in a jade chair, and the black and gold phoenix robe outlined her fiery body, she sneered and hummed: “It’s over?”

In the next sentence, she was about to ask sharply: “Word, who did you learn from?” Words, plagiarized from whom?

But at this moment, Xia Yan suddenly spoke.

“The winter wind is cold, and the frost and moon are bright.

Flying snow comes and goes, and jackdaws are frightened.

After a slight pause, his voice became bone-hard, lingering, and vicissitudes.

His eyes were slightly raised, looking at the east, during which his pupils focused, revealing a different kind of thought, the Eastern Qilin Pavilion was exactly where the dream general was.

“Acacia… When we see each other, we know what day it is, and this night is embarrassing. The

anger in the queen’s phoenix eyes receded like a tide…

And the voice became deeper and softer.

“Enter my lovesickness, know that I miss love.”

As soon as the cross came out, the old man was also confused.

This cross is like the “eye” that draws the finishing touch, and in an instant, an unimaginable, lingering but unseen sense of sorrow and sorrow spreads out.

The queen only felt that there was a “buzz” in her mind, and everything was mixed… How much of the past has been

scooped up by the long river of time?

The characters who had already died suddenly came back to life, and their vivid faces reappeared in front of her eyes.

Countless emotions, overlapping in one place, the that hits people’s hearts, and the pain of lovesickness.

Xia Yan continued to chant: “Sauvignon Blanc is long and reminiscing, and short Blanc is infinite.

Knowing it early is so stumbling, and it’s like not knowing each other at the beginning.

The last word settled, and the boy lowered his hand.

The old man rubbed his eyes, but said coldly: “Xiaobai, take him to the Qilin Pavilion.” ”