The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

"Okay!" Lan Tingmo laughed and handed over the pen: "Come here, pour wine for the great scholar Yun Yang!"

He emphasized the word "great scholar" in this sentence.

The people here seemed to have heard Lan Tingmo's meaning. Chen Kefan and Xu Jingzhi stopped talking and just watched with a smile.

They are neutral factions, Lan Tingmo is the right prime minister faction, and Zhang Zhongliang and Wang Que are another faction.

The two factions are fighting, and there is no need for the two of them to get involved in this mess.

"Pen!" Wang Que snatched the brush from Lan Tingmo's hand. Perhaps because Wang Que was strong, or perhaps because the literati were weak, he almost pulled Lan Tingmo down with this snatch...

Lan Tingmo was unhappy, but he couldn't say anything at this moment: "Master Yun Yang, you've drunk too much. Can you still write lyrics and poems?"

Wang Que laughed when he heard this. He didn't answer Lan Tingmo's words. He just shouted to the many literati in the courtyard: "Gentlemen, listen to my chant!"

Wine is like ink, and the pen is dipped in wine!

A spiritual force spits out, and strange phenomena arise!

"Mountains~are not high, but they are famous if there are immortals!"

"Water~water is not deep, but it is magical if there are dragons!"

While chanting, Wang Que drank a sip of wine and staggered and laughed. He was laughing, but some people couldn't laugh.

Just based on the two sentences Wang Que just chanted, it has already revealed the posture of killing all the literati's works in a second.

If the sequel doesn't collapse, how much literary light will Wang Que's drunken poem attract? What height will it reach?

Laughing, Wang Que staggered back to the table with a bowl in his left hand and a pen in his right hand!

As soon as the pen fell, Wang Que continued to sing with a smile: "This is a humble room, but my virtue is fragrant!"

"The moss marks on the upper steps are green, and the grass color enters the curtains."

"There are great scholars talking and laughing, and there are no unlearned people coming and going."

"You can tune the plain zither and read the Golden Sutra."

Amid the ups and downs of the chanting, the sea of ​​clouds under the sky has already produced a magnificent color.

When this strange phenomenon appeared, all the scholars in the scene were dumbfounded and shocked.

"This, this, this has not been completed yet, but it has already caused a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth. If this is completed, won't it be another song that will spread all over the world?"

"Huh, you are worthy of being the great scholar Yun Yang, worthy of being a role model for our generation, such style, such literary talent, I admire you, I admire you!"

Wang Que was still chanting: "No music to disturb the ears, no paperwork to tire the body."

"There is Kefan Hall in the south, and Jingzhi Pavilion in the west."

"The emperor said: What's so shabby about it?"

With one sentence of "What's so shabby about it", the clouds in the sky instantly turned into seven colors!

Seven-color literary light, spread! All over! Under! ! !

All the scholars in the courtyard looked up, and the wine-ink characters flying in the wind shone with colorful light and soared into the sky. The last character turned into a size of ten thousand meters, as if printed on the sky!

"This is an inscription, not a poem!"

"Horrible, too terrifying, this is the first inscription of our Great Zhou Dynasty that can be spread throughout the world, right?"

"Is this the great scholar Yun Yang? I am convinced, I am really convinced, it is spread throughout the world again, could the great scholar Yun Yang be the reincarnation of Wen Quxing, how come every one of his poems is spread throughout the world?!!!"

"According to the records in the classics, Wen Quxingjun is eight feet tall and looks very majestic. Look at the great scholar Yun Yang, isn't this the height of eight feet and looks very majestic? The great scholar Yun Yang may really be the reincarnation of Wen Quxingjun!" [ps: In ancient times, eight feet = 1.93 meters, I checked it for you, not counting the total number of characters, hehe. ]

Exclamations, cheers, grinding of teeth, praises, one after another.

After a while, a large number of literati in the courtyard witnessed the poems that spread throughout the world and realized some of the literary way and improved a lot of literary spirit.

Literary spirit is the noble spirit.

Haoran Qi is the root of Confucian cultivation!

Therefore, many famous literati have broken through the realm!

Behind the table, the great Confucian Chen Kefan and the great Confucian Xu Jingzhi smiled at each other, but their smiles were more or less bitter.

Today, Wang Que wrote them into the poem, and ended with the emperor's comments. With such means... can they still remain neutral?

Wang Que's current move can be said to have dragged them to his camp!

They can see it, and Lan Tingmo and Zhang Zhongliang can see it too. Zhang Zhongliang applauded and laughed: "Congratulations, Yun Yang, you have another poem that will be passed down to the world!"

Lan Tingmo's eyes twitched, but he was very cunning so he could still laugh.

If it were someone else... I'm afraid they would be black-faced now.

At this moment, Lan Tingmo was not only not qualified to comment, he could only echo Zhang Zhongliang's words to congratulate Wang Que.

This feeling... is worse than when he found out that his bottom was full of shit halfway through eating.

The worst thing is that the first poem he wrote was a poem about the five-color light.

Now that Wang Que has written a poem about the seven-color light... it's like beating him to death on the beach. From now on, whenever someone mentions Wang Que, they will definitely bring him up.Compare...

Congratulating Wang Que reluctantly, Wang Que just laughed and said modestly that he was showing off...

They were still lively here, but in the 33rd floor of the imperial city...Emperor Ruiqian narrowed his eyes.

After a long time, Emperor Ruiqian slapped the armrest of the chair: "Wang Yunyang, you are forcing me to make a choice!"

He could see Wang Que's intention. The reason why Wang Que invited a group of great scholars to a banquet today was to write this inscription that would be passed down through the world!

This inscription is not for the world to see, this inscription is for him, Emperor Ruiqian!

This inscription clearly tells Emperor Ruiqian that I, Wang Que, have the ability to write another work that will be passed down through the world. If you force me to bow to the right prime minister, then don't even think about asking me to write a book for you in the future!

Emperor Ruiqian was thinking, the left prime minister was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, and the right prime minister's face was as black as a pot. He really didn't expect Wang Que to write another poem that would be passed down through the world.

He knew the thoughts of Emperor Ruiqian very well, and he understood his pursuit of reputation and "a legitimate reason for his mission".

Now the entire Great Zhou Dynasty belongs to Emperor Ruiqian.

All of Emperor Ruiqian's brothers have been wiped out in the past ten years with excuses!

That's really not leaving a single one alive!

And the purpose of Emperor Ruiqian doing this is to consolidate the stability of the throne!

On Lingxiao Star, the emperor can only be someone with a dragon vein!

If you want to be an emperor without a dragon vein, you will only be backfired by the power of heaven and earth!

Now in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is only Emperor Ruiqian who has a dragon vein. He is not afraid of rebellion or competition for his throne.

As long as someone wants to kill him, the person who kills him must first bear the backlash of the power of heaven and earth. If he can't even withstand the backlash of heaven and earth, how can he be killed?

Emperor Ruiqian is no longer worried about momentum, he just wants fame now!

And fame, at present and even in the next few hundred years... only Wang Que can bring it to him the fastest.

In the bustling Yingyue Palace, time slowly reached six o'clock, and the sun was setting.

Wang Que, drunkenly, raised his glass and said he was going to the banquet of Emperor Ruiqian.

This statement caused another uproar.

And this was what Wang Que wanted.

He just wanted to make a big deal out of it and muddy the waters!

Tonight, he was determined to make a big deal out of this 'Hongmen Banquet'!

With a poem that spread all over the world as the first, and so many well-known literati and scholars witnessing his going to the imperial city for the banquet... He didn't believe that anyone could touch him today!

Not even Emperor Ruiqian!

Even if Emperor Ruiqian wanted to touch Wang Que today, he had to consider whether he could suppress the mouths of the people.

[ps: numb, after taking cold medicine + amoxicillin for two days, the cold seems to be even worse, I'm really convinced]