The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

Qi machine swelled, and a wisp of saber intent condensed out.

It was like a sharp blade tearing the sky, crushing the invisible palm pressing on the body.

Immediately, Jiang Ming's waist was no longer sore, and his legs were no longer weak.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Jiang Ming took a step forward.

His back was straighter than usual, and his eyes were golden.

Look around the world and fear nothing.

A thick and powerful voice echoed in the palace.

Chapter 68: Master Di, I'm messing with you

"Returning to Your Majesty, this minister is born with supernatural power, and his strength far surpasses that of warriors of the same realm. It is this brute force that is able to defeat the demon seed."

Jiang Ming's thick voice echoed in the minister's ear.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and Di Renjie, who was also a warrior, was particularly shocked.

With such an intensity of coercion, even a diamond rank warrior would kneel irresistibly, how could he keep standing?

"Very good." Wu Zetian nodded slightly, looking at Jiang Ming with an unusual brilliance in his eyes.

If she doesn't even reach this point, she will feel that Jiang Ming is not worthy of having the power of miracles.

It has been confirmed that the power of miracle is in Jiang Ming's body, if it cannot be taken away, then let Jiang Ming use it for me.

At least not let him out of sight.

Wu Zetian said in a normal tone, "There will be no crisis on the Great Wall for some time to come. I want General Jiang Ming to stay in Chang'an. Would you like it?"

Can I say no? . .

Jiang Ming slandered, and then said: "I am willing."

There is nothing wrong with staying in Chang'an, just to get acquainted with Wu Zetian's strength.

It's just a pity that I won't be able to see my Sister Hua and Sister Jia Luo for some time in the future, and I don't know if they will miss me and think about the wet quilt at night.

Well, tears made it.

At this moment, Di Renjie suddenly said: "Your Majesty, this person despises the emperor's prestige and actually wrote a poem on the Vermilion Bird Gate. Your Majesty, please punish him!"

As soon as these words came out, the princes in the court immediately exploded.

"There is such a thing, is he imitating Li Bai?"

"Li Bai only left a few words, but he is much more courageous."

"Behead, must be beheaded!"

Wu Zetian frowned, not because of Jiang Ming's behavior, but because of the noisy whispers of the princes.

The old eunuch who was serving at the side had bright eyes, immediately widened his eyes, and shouted: "Quiet!"

The princes looked up at the cold-faced queen, and immediately fell silent.

Looking at the people below with cold eyes, Wu Zetian displayed a high-ranking aura, as if he despised the gods of the common people.

Everyone is like a thorn on their backs.

His eyes fell on Jiang Ming, and his tone seemed to hide ice cubes: "You also want to follow Li Bai's path to become famous? Stupid!"

Jiang Ming didn't change his face: "Returning to Your Majesty, I didn't deliberately show off my literary talents, but I just had a flash of inspiration and couldn't wait to record it."

It's too vulgar for the sake of showing holiness in front of people. To put it another way, it's much more elegant for the sake of recording inspiration.

As soon as Jiang Ming finished speaking, all the princes burst out laughing.

A rude frontier warrior actually has the nerve to boast about his inspiration.

Do you know what is inspiration?

"Then you read the poems you wrote to the gentlemen. If the gentlemen think that you wrote it well, I will spare you the punishment. Otherwise, go to prison and repent."

Wu Zetian entrusted Jiang Ming's fate to the princes, while she herself leaned on the dragon chair, tapping the armrest with her index finger regularly.

It looks like the melon-eating crowd watching the excitement.

When it comes to poetry, our empress is not good at it.

But there are plenty of officials who understand poetry.

The playful eyes focused on Jiang Ming.

No one is optimistic about him, everyone is waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Jiang Ming bent down to salute, then straightened out his chest.

His eyes swept over everyone present, and Lang Lang said:

"This poem is written by my humble ministers, I hope all ministers will like it."

"Kyushu is angry and relies on wind and thunder, and it is sad to see thousands of horses in silence. I urge the Lord of Heaven to cheer up and send talents of all kinds."

After the poem was finished, the huge court was silent.

The court officials looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to hide their shock.

"Kyushu is angry and relies on wind and thunder, and ten thousand horses are silent. It is sad, which just symbolizes that the literary world of the Tang Dynasty is not good enough."

"I urge the Lord of Heaven to cheer up and send down talents of all kinds. It's crazy enough and delicious enough!"

"It's not inferior to Li Bai, but this is actually a poem written by a martial artist?"

Some people marveled at the lofty artistic conception of this poem, while others took their seats.

"Why do I feel that he is connoting the incompetence of us civil servants?"

"Get rid of the feeling, he is connoting me, but I just can't get angry."

"Me too."

On the dragon chair, Wu Zetian savored the poem carefully, and sat upright with her leaning delicate body.