The Summoner of the Battle of All Realms

How disgusting!

Fusu swore that after the Qin Dynasty's cultivation was completed, Goryeo would be defeated.

Let the land of Goryeo become part of Kyushu.

Let out this bad breath.

Song Jing was not only very good at politics, but also very good at literature, and very talented.

Song Jing was the prime minister, and he was upright and upright. In terms of literature, Song Jing wrote the charming "Plum Blossom Ode".

Gaozhai is sparse, the mountains are deep, the scenery is sloping, and the wind is whispering quietly. Sitting on a poor eaves with no friends behind, he enters a wine glass and pours it alone... If the husband is covered with snow, and the crimson calyx is covered with frost, it is like a powder, this is called He Lang; the fresh fragrance sneaks in, the sparse stamens are dark and smelly, and it is like stealing incense, this is called He Lang. Han Shou; the freezing rain dampens the night, and the dew makes the morning moist, and it is like the British emperor weeping in Jiuyi; the sun is shining brightly, and the bright toad shines at night, and it is like a god coming from Gushe...

He was quite talented, so Pi Rixiu's "Preface to Peach Blossom Ode" said that Song Jing had "a chaste posture, strong character, and a strong attitude. It is doubtful that he has a heart of stone and a heart of stone, and cannot utter flattering words."

Zhao Ding also said in "Butterfly Love Flower": "The road is vast and the heart is like iron, and the poems are full of wind and flow, and there are endless worries about thousands of knots."

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Fusu crushed the summoning card in his hand and summoned Song Jing.

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After Fusu summoned Yao Chong and Song Jing, he walked out of the system space.

Fusu did not move the remaining two combination rewards, planning to deal with the crisis!

After Fusu came out of the system space, he went to Fan Binbin and Zi Nu's place.

At this time, the two girls were already waiting for Fusu in the boudoir.

I saw Zi Nu wearing a long purple silk dress. This long dress was the top quality tribute from the Southern Kingdom.

Every trace of it exudes magnificence and is very beautiful.

When you put on this silk dress, the light and translucent silver threads caress your milk-like skin, adding a touch of enchanting beauty.

The decoration is novel, like the ripples of blue waves and the brilliant golden light.

Raise your bright eyes, perform lotus steps, and shine together up and down.

Falling in style. Like the waterfall made of three thousand silver threads, it sparkles dazzlingly, and its moon-purple color adds to the graceful air.

Next to Fan Binbin, Zi Nu was wearing a purple cheongsam. The cheongsam opened its mouth, and her perfect legs stretched out from the cheongsam. She was wearing black stockings, quietly sticking to her beautiful legs.

Put on a pair of purple embroidered shoes on your feet and step lightly.

Enchanting and noble.

Three thousand purple hairs dance with the wind, echoing all over the body, not stained by fine dust, and very beautiful.

He has a face with oval seeds, big eyes, and a charming smile every time he frowns.

It's heartwarming.

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Fusu stepped forward and took the two girls into his arms.

"My two beloved concubines, why are you wearing the same color clothes today? Do you want to sleep with me?" Fusu looked at Zi Nu and Fan Binbin in front of him and said happily.

"Your Majesty, what are you talking about?" When Zi Nu heard Fusu's words, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at Fusu.

"Hahaha", looking at Zi Nu's disgusted eyes, Fusu couldn't help but laugh.

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In Wang Meng's house, Wang Meng was drinking tea while looking at the woman in front of him, his eyes full of doting.

The woman in front of me is beautiful, really beautiful.

The pearls are shining, the jade is shining, and there is a faint air of books between the eyebrows. A small fan of white orchids is placed lightly, and a slender jade belt dances with the sky veil. It is suspected that a fairy has come down to earth, and she looks back and smiles like Xinghua.

She has an alluring appearance, she is lovely and charming, holding the pipa in both hands, she looks elegant and unconventional, and her appearance is extremely beautiful.

Its shape is as graceful as a startling giant, and graceful as a wandering dragon. The autumn chrysanthemums are shining brightly, and the spring pines are blooming brightly. It looks like the moon covered by light clouds, and flutters like the snow covered by the flowing wind. Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the sun rising as the morning glow; looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as a flower rising from Lubo. The slenderness is achieved, the length is shortened, the shoulders are cut into shape, and the waist is as plain as it should be.

The green long dress has light blue peonies embroidered on the cuffs. Several auspicious clouds are outlined with silver thread. The hem is densely lined with blue sea water clouds. The chest is wrapped in a wide piece of light yellow brocade. Her body is gentle. Turning the long skirt to spread out, her movements are as graceful as willows blown by the wind.

The woman in front of me is none other than Wang Meng's sister, Wang Zhaojun.

The two people depended on each other and always supported each other.

For his biological sister, his only relative in the world, Wang Meng cherished and cherished her very much.

For fear that Wang Zhaojun would be harmed.

Wang Zhaojun sat opposite Wang Meng, hugged the pipa with both hands, and moved his bare hands lightly, playing beautiful pipa sounds.

In the sky, wild geese were flying and wandering.

He seemed to be stirred by the music.

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A pipa song is reincarnated, and thousands of Xiao sounds play the beauty of youth.

With the end of the pipa sound.

The geese flew high and flew away into the distance. On the other side, the birds on the tree also flapped their wings and flew away high.

As Wang Zhaojun ended, the applause kept coming to mind.

"Pah...pah...pah..." Wang Meng clapped his hands and came to Wang Zhaojun.

"Sister, your singing skills have improved a lot." Wang Meng looked at Wang Zhaojun in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, it's much better than before." Wang Zhaojun couldn't help but smile when he heard Wang Meng's words.

"But compared with Empress Chen Yuanyuan, there is still a certain gap." Wang Zhaojun once had the honor to listen to Chen Yuanyuan's pipa music.

That's really unique in the world.

Like a complaint, like a thread.

After listening to it, I was really amazed by the heavenly music, and it stayed with me for three days.

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