"Cook beans and keep them in soup, and filter the beans and make them into juice;"

The voice was slow, and when I first met, I didn't hear the profound meaning. Fan Dejian even sneered. If the emperor had not agreed, he would have asked: "Do you think this kind of straightforward narrative is called poetry?"

"The firewood burns under the kettle, and the beans cry in the kettle;"

There were many discussions in the audience, and everyone felt that the poem that was so praised by the Ninth Prince should not be of this level...

Is it true that the ninth prince was really blinded as Van Dejian said?

However, just as they were whispering to each other, the next stanza was like a thunder in the chanting of Ji Wuli, which made them both shocked!

"It was originally born from the same root, but it was a fight with each other... why are you too anxious?"

Everything was silent, and Fan Dejian, who was still disdainful to the performance of the Ninth Prince, turned red at this time. Especially after connecting the whole poem together and savoring it carefully, his body shook his body a few times and almost fell backwards.

"impossible!"

Van Dejian was as crazy as he screamed!

He didn't care about the loss of manners in front of the palace, as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes swept back and forth from Ji Wuli and Qi Lu. Then he seemed to think of something and laughed: "Ninth Prince, you wrote this poem, right? Why don't you give your reputation to the other party for nothing in order to save such a person?"

When everyone heard this, it was right! The meaning of this poem is very obvious. Isn’t it just about the tragedy of brothers?

I haven't seen the other princes, and their faces are all not very good-looking. This is simply the inner monologue of the ninth prince!

If this poem was written by the Ninth Prince, they could barely accept it. But if they were to Qi Lu, the "executioner" who had just beaten a group of scholars, they would not accept it no matter what!

Ji Wuli's originally gentle face couldn't help but bring a hint of frost.

"This poem was indeed written by Qi Lu, and this prince still disdains to lie about it."

"Haha...is it? I don't believe it..."

Fan Dejian still looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. No matter what you say, I won’t believe it!

"unless……"

Speaking of this, it seems that it is meaningless to continue. In order to give the ninth prince a step, or to confirm that Qi Lu is a shameless person who occupies other people's reputation, Fan Dejian sneered: "Unless... he can still write poems of the same level."

The word "same" is very spiritual.

According to Fan Dejian's view, being able to write such a thought-provoking poem depends on Ji Wuli's personal experience. How could a poem of the same level be written in a very short time?

Even if the other party really prepares in advance to deal with this matter, what did you say before? You can make a big fuss about the requirement of "same level"!

Want me to give in? It’s absolutely impossible!

Fan Dejian's plan in his heart was crackling, but when he said that, Ji Wuli had a cold face before he could respond, he saw Qi Lu burping again and said two words with a big thorn: "Okay!"

"I just said you can't do it...what?"

When Fan Dejian saw the other party speak, he thought he had admitted his fault. He subconsciously blurted out his sarcastic words. After saying halfway, he suddenly realized something was wrong, "What did you say?!"

"At such an old age, my ears are not working. Isn't it good to resign from office and go home to spend my old age? But when I get old, I end up ruining my reputation. Why is that?..."

Qi Lu sighed twice, and turned his hands around the wheelchair, which looked like when he was in the Political Affairs Hall, sitting and standing, with his eyes facing each other.

It is impossible to stand up at the stand. Unless there is a battle, Qi Lu is ready to keep pretending like this.

Having been beaten a hundred sticks, who knows if the emperor wants to kill himself? I heard that in the ancient times of Blue Star, eunuchs were sentenced to death, and each time they were sentenced, they were divided into eight inside and eight outside. But now in this ghost place, there is not necessarily a place.

Empiricism kills people. After so many things, Qi Lu no longer believes in the so-called "experience" of his previous life.

As if he had thought of something, the two were only half a meter away, Qi Lu turned his wheel and retreated half a meter. Nothing else, it was mainly because the other party's "hidden weapon" was too disgusting.

"It doesn't matter if you recite poems and essays and be respected by others. You can expect these things to stir up the court and affect the country's destiny... You are afraid that it's not human brains that turn into dog brains."

Qi Lu curled his lips with a toothache and continued, "Isn't it just writing poems? How many poems do you want to listen to?"

I want to listen to a few songs, is it okay?

Ji Tianxing's eyes showed an expression of interest.

I thought that keeping Qi Lu would bring some changes to the stagnant capital. If I could use this to promote the reform, it would be a surprise.

What he didn't expect was that Qi Lu brought him more than an unexpected joy. Hearing his dissatisfaction with scholars, it seemed that there was still room for this matter to be performed...

For a moment, many thoughts changed into Ji Tianxing's mind.

Not to mention the emperor's thoughts for the time being, but after Qi Lu said something, everyone present looked at each other sideways.

The officials who left the list and demanded severe punishment for Qi Lu were even more furious and all shouted loudly.

"Shadowless!"

Fan Dejian's spitting was so angry that Xingzi flew out again. Fortunately, Qi Lu was prepared for it and let the other party's spitting fly, it would not be even a single spit on his body.

"A shameless?"

The clay man is still very angry, not to mention that after being criticized for so long, Qi Lu will not spit on his face.

Today, I will use what you are most proud of to crush your so-called pride!

Thinking of this, Qi Lu didn't give the other party a chance to continue speaking, and regardless of the insults around him, his voice was as loud as a bell, and his word-by-word hit everyone's hearts, rumbling!

"Don't you see, the water of the Yang River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns! Don't you see, the mirror in the high hall is sad and the white hair is as white as black hair, and the evening turns into snow!

Life is full of joy...

A rich horse, a thousand gold fur, Hu'er will go out to exchange for fine wine..."

“Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou frost and snow brightly;

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, as cool as a meteor!

Kill one person in ten steps, and do not leave a thousand miles..."

Every word, line by line, Qi Lu was too lazy to pause for a moment since he spoke. What kind of ups and downs, what kind of emotional richness... No need, nothing is needed!

The wheelchair was parked in the hall, and Qi Lu had not moved a step, but his voice became louder!

The angrily cursed, accused, or shook his head and sighed in the hall, slowly returning to silence in his voice like a machine.

All that remains is shocked.

Why?

How can it be,

How dare you...

It is as simple as eating and drinking water, and it makes so many popular but unheard of...

poetry!

After Qi Lu said dozens of poems in succession, he looked at the silent banquet hall and said, "After a voice, he continued to speak:

"After the new rain in the empty mountains, it hangs the southeast branches; if you want to see thousands of miles away, it hangs the southeast branches!

The wind is whistling and the Yishui is cold, and the hero hangs himself on the southeast branch!

It makes people feel proud, and the old dog hangs on the southeast branch..."

This last self-hanging southeast branch was undoubtedly a loud slap in the face, slapped hard on everyone's face!

I can mass produce what you are proud of! Want to hear the next stanza? I just hang my own branches in the southeast!

What are your so-called pride?

he～

tui!!!

Worthless!
Chapter completed!