The outside of the Jiujiang King Hall, which was bloody in the past, had been cleaned up. The blood seeped into the ground and could not be cleaned up. It had been planted with mulberry trees when the snow fell. I don’t know where the cauldron was sent to by Hengshan soldiers.

The scene of the past no longer exists, and people from Jiujiang laughed on the streets, but Wu Rui in front of Ziying could not smile.

Ziying lowered her body and stepped into the hall, and was suddenly blocked by a man in white.

"You're desperate?!" The voice squeezed out from the teeth, and it was Mao Qiao's voice.

"I have said that there is something important to discuss with the King of Hengshan. This is not for conquest, but for the people of Qin." Ziying said resolutely.

Mao Qiao's hands trembled under his sleeves, "The two people in the hall are Lu Zhi and the other are Mei Yan who cares for Liu Bang. They are Jiujiang and Hengshan territory, and the servants alone have brought more than hundreds of reinforcements outside the six cities, and there are no less than 10,000 reinforcements outside the six cities. If they recognize them, Wu Rui will not be able to protect you! Do you really think a piece of black cloth can conceal your identity?"

"It's okay. If they have trouble, I can let them die on the spot." Ziying said lightly.

Thinking back to the old man's words of "Bin Yuwang", Ziying put away his murderous intention.

Wu Rui and the other four in the palace were silent for a long time. Seeing that Ziying and Mao Qiao were in a stalemate, they couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"Mao Qiao, why stop the poet?!" Wu Rui asked with a frown.

"He..." Mao Qiao's eyes turned and he said anxiously, "It is really inappropriate for this person to bring a sword to the palace. I am urging him to remove his sword."

"Nonsense! The poet is not an assassin. Mr. Lingjun likes to walk with his sword, so how can he take off his sword at will?" Mao Ping said anxiously, for fear that Mao Qiao would anger Wu Rui.

"It's okay! Mr. Mi Yuan is a nobleman who can wear a sword. He is only an envoy under him. He dare not compare himself with him. He should remove his sword." Ziying said, handing the sword to the attendant outside the palace, "I'm sending it to the palace to avoid disturbing King Hengshan."

"If you don't have a sword, you will have no chance of life!" Mao Qiao whispered.

Ziying no longer paid attention to it and did not take Chi Xiao with him in his plan. Even if Mao Qiao didn't say it, he would find an opportunity to send it out.

The waiter came out holding the sword, Ziying lowered her body and walked slowly to the plum blossoms, and next to the voice of Lu Zhi.

Lu Zhi secretly glanced at Ziying, and always felt that she had seen her.

"Why can you ask what country's envoy is?" Wu Rui asked, his tone was extremely peaceful, "Why do you mask your face?"

Mao Qiao was stunned when he heard this. He silently thought of Ziying and never said it was Qin.

Although Zhao and Wei were invaded by the Huns, they could escape under their name.

"I'm down... the Qin envoy... Hehua!" Ziying bowed and said respectfully, "I dare not scare King Hengshan because of his ugly appearance."

"Qin State?!!"

Mao Qiao's face turned pale, Lu Zhi and Mei Qing instantly turned grief into anger, while Mao Ping looked at Ziying with a strange look.

"Bashu was destroyed by Qin State, and Ziying dared to send envoys here?!" Mei Qing was furious.

"What does Taihou mean? This place was originally the capital of Jiujiang and is now owned by the King of Hengshan. It is not Meiling or Nanjun, what's wrong with it?" Ziying rebuked, "The King of Hengshan was once the Poyang Order of the Great Qin Dynasty. Now the woman died. The king specially sent me to pay his respects to me."

"We are here for the condolences, and we welcome you." Lu Zhi said angrily, and then whispered in a low voice, "Wait for me, if Ziying dares to humiliate me in Chu Camp, the past account will be settled on you!"

"Is it really sent by Ziying?" Wu Rui closed his eyes and murmured, "I thank King Qin."

For three years, Wu Rui did not know what Qin was thinking about him, a traitor. He originally defended the people from being invaded by bandits, but then the world turned against Qin and became a powerful force. With the harsh rule, Wu Rui thought that the world would be safe after Qin was destroyed. However, things went against his wishes, and the world's conquests continued.

Later, Ziying changed politics and her daughter died at the hands of the commander of the Qin Dynasty. Wu Rui even shook his choice back then. If Ziying blamed him, he would be at ease. He came to pay his respects without grudges. Wu Rui was grateful and felt guilty.

"What kind of condolences?! Ziying clearly knew that King Hengshan abdicated and came to seize the territory!" Mei Qing said angrily.

"The Marquis of Tai misunderstood. The battle between Qin had just stopped, and the king did not know about the south." Ziying said lightly.

"Ha..." Wu Rui smiled bitterly, "No need to say anything. If the King of Qin really wants to be in Hengshan, I will also send him off. What throne and territory are you? Now I no longer care about it."

Wu Rui sighed, "The princess died in Linjiang, and now the corpse is gone, so she uses clothes made by Mrs. Pei Gong to make a tomb. Since the three of them came together for mourning, they wrote poems to comfort the princess' spirit. Which one is the best poem? I will give it to you more territory."

Ziying felt a sense of the heart that Wu Rui called him when he heard his "poetry". Do you really want to give most of the territory to the Qin Dynasty?

Even if Wu Rui really had this intention, he could not accept it. Regardless of the current situation in the Qin Dynasty, it would be difficult to manage it by accepting it through two territory of other countries, and it would also cause dissatisfaction among the Yue people and cause trouble in their lives.

But... it was not conducive to him after giving it to Mei Jiao and Lu Zhi, so he had to win them first.

Lu Zhi and Mei Jiao looked at each other, as if discussing something.

Then Mei Jing took a step forward, "This place is Chu, so I wrote a poem about Chu Ci."

Mei Qing raised her hands toward the sky, closed her eyes tightly, "The emperor told Wu Yang, "There is someone down, I want to assist him. My soul is separated, so you divine him." Wu Yang replied, "I am not able to follow the dream." Wu Yang then asked:

‘The soul is back! What is the most common way to go to the king? I will give up the joy of my king and leave him with more ominousness.’

The soul is back! You can't support it in the east. People are thousands of miles long, but the soul is only...

The soul is back! There is no way to stop the south. The carvings are made of black teeth, and human flesh is given to worship, and the bones are used as a croaker...

The soul returns! The harm of the West is more rapids, and it is more like a thousand miles away. It is swirling into the thunder abyss, scattered and cannot be stopped...

The soul is back! The north cannot stop. The ice is thick and the snow is flying thousands of miles away...

The soul is back! Sadly Jiangnan!’”

After Chu Ci was finished, Mei Yu's face was filled with tears, and Wu Rui leaned against the throne and covered his face and cried bitterly.

"Daughter, soul is back..."

Lu Zhi chuckled, and Mao Ping and Ziying were stunned.

"Is this written by Mei Jing? This is clearly Qu Yuan's "Summoning the Soul"! Wu Rui has a female poet's concubine, but she has never heard Qu Yuan's words?" Ziying shouted in her heart.

Only when Qu Yuan's country was defeated and the king died could this statement be made from the bottom of his heart. Ziying originally wanted to find the poems of later generations and had a chance of winning. The later lord Li Yu was a good choice, but it should have been a graceful style. Qu Yuan's grief suddenly became heroic, which was not comparable to Li Yu.

Ziying also admires Mei Qing's memory. The full text is nearly 1,500 words, and Mei Qing can recite it word by word, so she is really prepared.

Mao Ping did not dare to remind Wu Rui because of the scene, and felt that there was no need to remind Wu Rui.

"Cough cough cough..." Wu Rui cried in pain, extremely sad, covering his chest and coughing constantly.

"Don't lament, King Hengshan, people cannot be resurrected when they die, and they should think about those who live." Lu Zhi comforted.

Mao Ping kept patting Wu Rui on the back and kept persuading him. After a while, he finally let Wu Rui sit firmly again.

"If the princess has spirit in the sky, she would not want to see the King of Hengshan. Although the "Book of Changes" says: A gentleman is too respectful to act, too sad to be sad, and too frugal to use it. However, this hexagram is called 'Little Fate', and King of Hengshan should not be like this." Lu Zhi said, pointing to the mulberry tree outside the hall, "I am not talented, so I can only write one or two sentences to comfort the princess and comfort the King of Hengshan."

"Within ten acres, the mulberry is leisurely, and I will return to my son.

Ten acres outside, the mulberry leaves and the journey is gone with my son.”

Lu Zhi finished her chanting slowly and retreated back to her original position.

Wu Rui silently recited the poem in his mouth, and his face gradually calmed down.

There are mulberry, rebirth and death in the poem, which seems to be synonymous with "Summoning the Soul", but the true meaning is to tell love, which implies that Wu Rui cherishes Mao Ping. He also quotes the words in "The Book of Changes", which secretly shows that he is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he cannot write poems to compete, but he just does not want to make Wu Rui too sad.

Mao Ping knew what he meant, so he couldn't help but look grateful to Lu Zhi. The guards in the hall thanked Lu Zhi and glared at Mei Ying from time to time.

Mei Kai clenched his fists tightly, and he wanted to make a big splash, but was slapped by Lu Zhi.

Ziying looked at Mei Jing, and Lu Zhi and the others kept shaking their heads.

"Shameless! So shameless! One copys "Chu Ci" and the other copys "Book of Songs"!" Ziying cursed inwardly.

But the Book of Songs was written by the people. Although it was not as gorgeous as the Chu Ci, the writing style was simple and the emotions were deep. Wu Rui's thought that not being a king and becoming a commoner would make Wu Rui empathize with it.

Both of them came prepared, but Ziying felt that his preparation was too hasty.

"Why did the Lotus envoy shake his head? Could it be that he just came to pay tribute to the mourning without bringing the things used for funerals? Or could he recite poems and rhetoric?" Lu Zhi asked, very provocatively, "Do you think that King Hengshan was once a Qin minister, so you don't need to be too careful?"

"Excessive!" Mei Jing shouted angrily, "If so, Qin State is not worthy of being involved in Hengshan territory!"

After losing to Lu Zhi first, Mei Kai felt that he had gained less. If he could stop Qin from occupying territory, he could get more.

Mao Qiao complained that Ziying was killed indiscriminately and did not want Ziying to die. Although there was no place to get it at this moment, it was okay in Mao Qiao's opinion.

"The envoy of the Lotus was not originally from the territory, and it was not ordinary than the two of them." Mao Qiao said lightly, "If there are any other important things, just say it."

Ziying was very nervous. He never expected such a huge change in the south. If Wu Rui divided his territory, his important matters could not be discussed at all!

But...one is emotional and simple, the other is simple and close to others, and they are all masterpieces. Who can compete with the two in the future?!

Li Bai? It's too gorgeous. Du Fu? It's too worried... Both of you are not available.

While thinking, Lu Zhi came to Ziying's side and said, "Don't struggle. Even if you have great talents in the world, you will not be your opponent. If my queen gets the land of Wu Rui, she will start to attack Qin. Princess Hengshan will definitely be buried in this place. Ziying will have to pick a stinky ditches and crumbling hillsides to bury her."

"Po..." A person suddenly flashed through Ziying's mind.

"That's right, if you fulfill your duties as a minister, Ziying can have land to bury, otherwise you will be corpsed in the wilderness~" Lu Zhi sarcastically.

Ziying met Lu Zhi without any psychology, and a long face appeared in front of him with a literati who was plowing the fields himself.

Su Dongpo!

"How to forget him?" Ziying blamed himself secretly.

Su Shi was not worthy of respect, and was proud of his youth. He once said that he ignored the sufferings of the people and was repeatedly demoted after offending the powerful.

But Su Dongpo shines brightly on ancient and modern times. After being demoted to Huangzhou, everything returned to nothing. He was once tall and then went through a low point and became Dongpo.

Wu Rui should be able to understand one or two of this change.

More importantly, when Su Dongpo was in another place, his wife died. The heartache and the sadness of enlightenment were unparalleled!

"Who said that I am disrespectful to King Hengshan? The King of Qin has already thought about it carefully." Ziying stepped forward and replied.

"Oh? What poems are there? Come quickly." Lu Zhi sneered.

"Then I'll trouble you, it's good to hold your ears up. You can hear this sentence in this life, which is much more than three lives fortunate!!" Ziying said seriously.
To be continued...