First Secret Agent in History

Seeing this crooked poem, Ning Qing was shocked immediately, and then read it over and over again.

Especially the last line of writing was very light at first, but as time passed, the handwriting became darker and darker.

"Master, I'll send him away, do you have anything to say?" Ning Que said.

For a long time, Ning Qing didn't have a good face towards noble people, but he was kind to the people at the bottom.

Generally, students who come to submit poems, no matter how bad their writing is, she will comment on it.

"Master?" Ning Que reminded again.

Ning Qing said: "Go and call him in."

Ning Que couldn't help being surprised, this...why is this?

Before, no matter how old they were, the master didn't meet them, and even the person who gave Mr. Tai'a calligraphy just now, she refused.

Now you want to meet a beggar?

Could it be that this beggar really wrote some shocking poems?

That shouldn't be right?

Now is a special moment, no matter how good the beggar's poem is, the master should not receive it.

This is to avoid suspicion absolutely.

"Master, are you sure?" Ning Que asked.

"Sure, let him in." Ning Qing said.

"Yes!" Ning Que said.

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At this time, on the top of the mountain not far away, everyone was waiting for a result.

The beggar Yun Aotian was immediately thrown out of the castle.

A staff member of Rifting Wind Valley said: "You are ready, once that beggar Yun Aotian is thrown out, don't let him go back to the top of the mountain, don't let him see the lord again, behead him immediately, this kind of person will definitely become my cracker The disaster of Fenggu, for the sake of the lord's foundation, we will kill this lunatic for the Jing clan."

"But where is the lord?" A warrior asked anxiously.

The aide said: "Everything we do is for the great cause of the lord. If he fails this time and angers Lord Ning Qing, the lord will not spare him. Let us kill him, but it will not tarnish the lord's virtue." name."

The warrior was stunned. Our lord is as beautiful as a fairy, but he has absolutely no fame, only killing fame.

"Did you hear that?" said the aide.

"Yes!" said the samurai: "As long as Yun Aotian fails to go up the mountain, we will immediately kill the lord."

The aide said: "Send someone to see, has he been expelled? Has he angered the investigation team? Don't let him escape, he may not come back."

"Yes!" The samurai went down the mountain to have a look.

After a while, he ran back and said in surprise: "Sir, sir, the brothers watching below saw that the beggar Yun Aotian actually entered the castle, Master Ning Qing received him."

"Impossible..." the staff hissed.

"Impossible!" Lan Shenxian and Chu Zhaoran couldn't help but exchanged astonished eyes.

How can this be?

Ning Qing rejected everyone, even Mr. Tai'a's calligraphy could not knock on her door.

Yun Zhonghe entered the castle empty-handed and was received by her?

This, why is this?

What on earth happened? Has the sun come out from the west?

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After a while!

Yun Zhonghe appeared in Widow Ning Qing's study room, and did not see Ning Qing, the most powerful and legendary talented woman, through the screen.

But after he came in, he smelled a special smell of blood, which made her judgment more clear.

"Xiaosheng greets Master Ning." Yun Zhonghe bowed and saluted, and then said: "Master Ning must be very curious, how did I know all this, right? It's actually very simple..."

However, before Yun Zhonghe could finish speaking, Ning Qing immediately stopped her. This woman is also very strong.

"What's your name?" the widow Ning Qing asked.

This voice is really nice, soft yet stubborn.

Yun Zhonghe was stunned and said: "Under Yun Aotian."

Ning Qing said: "What is your identity?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "Cracking Wind Valley, Jinyi Division, the third master book."

Ning Qing said: "What is your background?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "Beggar, he was born as a gangster."

Ning Qing said: "Have you ever read a book?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "When I was five years old, I studied for a few months, and children dropped out of school after one year of enlightenment."

Ning Qing said: "Then why are you able to be the third director of Jinyi Division of Cracking Wind City? What did Jing Zhongyue like in you?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "Because I have a special talent, it is always beneficial."

Ning Qing said: "What talent?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "Coaxing women, cheating money and sex, everything will be beneficial."

As soon as these words came out, Ning Que's throat rolled, and he felt a little nauseous.

Beauty trap?

Jing Zhongyue sent such an old and ugly beggar to perform a beauty trick?

How long has it been since you washed your hair, are the fleas flying out?

How heavy do you imagine our master is?

But Ning Qing was not angry, but said, "Do you know what will happen to the beautiful and talented man Jing Zhongyue sent last time?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "I know, I became a eunuch."

Ning Qing said: "Then does she think that if I send an old beggar, I won't be able to do it right? What's more, you may not be that old. If you speak so straightforwardly, aren't you afraid that I will turn you into a eunuch too?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "My parents have told me since I was a child that I must be honest and never lie."

Ning Qing said: "What do your parents do? Are they also beggars?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "I have never had parents since I was a child."

This humor was a bit cold, so that Ning Qing couldn't help shrugging his shoulders.

"At this time, should I smile a bit to match your cold humor?" Ning Qing asked.

Yun Zhonghe said: "If there is, that would be the best."

Ning Qing opened his small mouth, and gave two very formulaic smiles.

"Yun Aotian, do you know why I met you?" Ning Qing asked, "Except for you saying that I was poisoned."

Yun Zhonghe said: "You should be unhappy."

"Yes, not angry, even angry." Ning Qing said: "I have met many students, and there are also many people who have not studied much. Over the past ten years, at least a thousand people have voted for me. To be honest, many people are more than You write even worse, but everyone puts out their best work. Some of it sucks, some of it is phony, some of it is fake, but at least they use up all their talents. Whatever No matter how pretentious, I can see their respect and love for poetry. Only in you, I don’t see any respect. You are molesting literature, and you are making light of poetry, which makes me very angry.”

"I can apologize, I was wrong, I was really wrong." Yun Zhonghe immediately confessed.

"Your apology is the same as your attitude towards poetry, frivolous and without respect." Ning Qing said: "I am even more angry."

The mature and beautiful woman in front of her is very interesting. She said that when she was very angry, she was still very calm.

Her elegance and self-cultivation seem to be engraved in the soul and bones.

At this moment, Yun Zhonghe noticed that her lips seemed to be getting more and more purple, and then a line of nosebleeds flowed down.

"Lord Ning Qing, you must receive treatment immediately." Yun Zhonghe said, "What did you eat just now?"

"No, it's not important." Ning Qing said: "I care about two things in my life. First, my image. Second, literature and poetry. You guessed it right, I don't want to see people because I I am in an indecent state, so I don't want to see anyone."

Yun Zhonghe said: "Lord Ning Qing, you are in a very dangerous situation and must be treated immediately."

"No..." Ning Qing said: "I don't really care if you are dead or not. But you molested poetry, you frivolous literature, and your disrespectful attitude, I am very dissatisfied, I am very angry, very angry."

"Yun Aotian, I'm angry, and my attitude is very serious." Ning Qing said: "I may be a talented woman, but also an elegant woman, but I'm even more extreme, so...you have to do it for your Pay the price for frivolity! Ning Que, get ready..."

As soon as these words came out, Ning Que, a female warrior next to her, suddenly pulled out her knife.

"A beautiful talented man sent by Jing Zhongyue last time seduced me with frivolous words, which is a great humiliation to me." Ning Qing said: "So I made him a eunuch, and you frivolously flirted with literature and poetry. , this is an even greater humiliation, so I will also cast you off and send you back to Jing Zhongyue."

The female warrior Ning Que directly put the knife under Yun Zhonghe's belly without saying a word.

As long as the knife goes down, there will be an extra eunuch beside Jing Zhongyue.

Yun Zhonghe's scalp went numb.

He found that the Ning Qing in front of him was frighteningly paranoid and a little nervous.

what's up?

The top beauties in this world are more or less neurotic, right?

Jing Zhongyue is like this, Ning Qing is like this, and I, Yun Zhonghe, is also like this?

Is the higher the appearance, the more neurotic it is?

Ning Qingdao: "Yun Aotian, I don't care how you want to lobby me, no matter what you want from me, or save my life, but you have to go through this hurdle first. You are frivolous Molested poetry, you have to make it up. Do you know who can really molested poetry?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "Poetry genius!"

"Yes!" Ning Qing said: "Only one in a million poetry geniuses can molest poetry, because you already have it, just like you own a woman, of course you can molest her as much as you want. To molest a strange woman is to Handled."

Yun Zhonghe was certain that the widow in front of her was definitely neurotic.

Ning Qing continued: "The crooked poem you just wrote is unsightly, frivolous and disgusting."

"There are always those few days in every menstrual tide, and the abdominal pain is so bad that I don't want to live.

The bleeding continued, and the skirt was dyed red, stretching for half a month, unable to see anyone.

A head of beautiful hair is falling out every day, and I have no face to face others.

Unspeakable, don't worry, gynecologists are here to help. "

Ning Qing finished reading the crooked lines that couldn't even be called poetry.

"This crooked poem has four lines, and the first word of each line is: every, blood, one, difficult!"

"You use these four characters as the beginning, and then make a poem, which is also four sentences, and the characters can be homophonic. But to completely surprise me, it must exceed all the submitted poems I have received before."

Yun Zhonghe was stunned for a moment.

The widow Ning Qing continued: "That will completely prove that you have a unique poetic talent and that you are qualified to moleste poetry and literature. Then I will forgive you and we can continue, otherwise I will be castrated you."

"You only have a short time, my countdown is over, you have to write this poem, otherwise you can become Jing Zhongyue's eunuch with peace of mind."

"Ten...nine...eight..."

Ning Qing began to count down, with an average of five seconds.

Yun Zhonghe's scalp was really numb.

I... I... Fuck!

Ning Qing, you are really the lone star of the gods, are you really crazy?

I have told you that I am an ignorant hooligan, I dropped out of kindergarten for one year, and you asked me to write poetry?

Aren't you forcing someone into prostitution?

Moreover, it is necessary to start with the four words "every", "blood", "one", and "difficult", although they can be homophonic. But this poem is one in a million, isn't it more difficult than ascending to the sky?

I don't even have a place to copy here?

Ning Qing counts down every five seconds.

As for her beautiful and straight nose, nosebleeds kept gushing out.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, her lips became more and more purple, and her poisoning became deeper and deeper.

And Ning Que's knife was ready to move under Yun Zhonghe's belly, ready to strike at any time, turning Yun Zhonghe into a eunuch, and then immediately rescued his master.

"Seven, six, five, four..."

Ning Qing's countdown is about to end, and Yun Zhonghe is about to become a eunuch.

Yun Zhonghe trembled all over, the hairs all over his body were about to stand on end.

He closed his eyes and racked his brains.

"Three, two, one..."

The countdown is coming to an end.

Yun Zhonghe suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Yes, I have."

Then he read out this poem, which happened to begin with every line of blood and trouble, and the poem said:

Mei is sad to say goodbye to east and west, and snow is overwhelmed by north and south.

I am originally from the mountains, so it is difficult to embrace Wang Sunwei.

(Modified from the famous work of Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Nanshi)

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Note: I have to write in my head, and the recommendation ticket affects my joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. You adults are kind enough to make me code more happily! thank you