Long live the best

Hearing this, the corners of Qin Yun's mouth rose, and his eyes shone brightly.

With this thing, at least copying Wang Wei's house must be enough.

Murong Shunhua took back the account book and asked, "When will you send me into the palace?"

A sly smile appeared on the corner of Qin Yun's mouth: "I have to prepare for this. After all, you are going to assassinate the Holy Majesty. If you don't pay attention, my whole family will lose their heads after you."

Murong didn't object, and his red lips curled up with disdain: "Didn't you say that you can let me in anytime? You also said that as long as I think, you can do it."

"Yes, I did." Qin Yun said seriously, "But, I need some time to prepare, don't I?"

"Then come to Sihai Restaurant to find me when you are ready. I will give you the account book after I enter the palace. Let me take my leave first." Murong Shunhua stood up calmly.

"and many more!"

Qin Yun immediately called her to stop, and said, "Miss Murong, don't leave, who shall I bring into the palace tonight if you leave?"

Murong turned back, staring eyes were slightly cold: "Are you kidding me?"

"Hey, I don't." Qin Yun smiled and spread his hands, "I will go to the poetry meeting tonight. After the poetry meeting, I will enter the palace to face the saint."

"At that time, you can sneak in in my carriage. This is the easiest and fastest way. In case you can't be found, why don't you go to the poetry meeting with me at night?"

Murong Shunhua's beautiful eyes flashed, and he said, "Are you sure it's possible?"

"Do you think I'm lying?" Qin Yun spread his hands.

Murong Shunhua smiled coldly, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he only uttered one word.

"picture!"

Chapter 82 Poetry

Qin Yun spread his hands and said helplessly: "Miss Murong, it seems that you still have some misunderstandings about me."

"I don't need to have any misunderstandings with you. After this matter, you and I will go our separate ways." Murong Shunhua said looking out the window, his flat tone was so repulsive.

Qin Yun asked: "Then Miss Murong, are you following me or not? If you miss this village, you won't have this shop."

Murong Shunhua frowned and pondered for a while, then asked: "Enter the palace after attending the poetry meeting?"

"Of course!" Qin Yun patted his chest and said.

"Okay then." She nodded without much hesitation.

Originally, she also wanted to go to the poetry meeting to see what kind of person Gu Chuntang, the great talent who wrote about the suffering of the common people, was like.

night.

In the imperial capital, there are poetry fairs, and lanterns and festoons are everywhere.

Kongming lanterns were released, and the bustling crowds below formed a picture of thousands of lanterns, which is really beautiful.

Qin Yun and his party walked on the street.

He lingered, and remembered a poem from his previous life, which was a parallel universe anyway, so he read it generously.

The sea and the sky look east at night, and the mountains and rivers are wide and long.

The lights are on the four sides of Wanjia City, and the Milky Way is in the middle of the water.

The wind blows the ancient trees, it is sunny and rainy, the moon shines on the flat sand, and the summer night is frosty.

Can you cool off in the river tower? It's cooler than Jun Mao She.

As soon as the poem was finished, none of the people present could remain calm, even Old Feng was shocked, as if he didn't know His Majesty.

When will His Majesty be able to write poetry?

For a cold and proud woman like Murong Shunhua, she couldn't help but look at him a few more times with her star eyes.

"This poem...was written by you?" She asked suspiciously.

Qin Yun held his hand behind his back, his eyes were indifferent: "It's just a crude work, it's not worth mentioning."

Invisibly, pretending to be a perfect score!

"Bad work?"

"If this is considered a crude work, I am afraid that except for those few famous talents all over the world, everyone else's poems will be hidden underground." Murong Shunhua snorted softly.

Hearing this, Qin Yun grinned.

I thought to myself that Brother Bai Juyi's poems, even if they are not the ones that have been handed down through the ages, are definitely high-scoring masterpieces, and ordinary talented people can't hold a candle to them!

It's strange if you don't look at him with admiration.

Murong Shunhua changed the topic, frowned slightly, and sighed.

"Poetry is good poetry, and the scenery is also good. It's a pity that the court is unkind, and the emperor has no virtue. This beautiful mountain and river may be fleeting."

Hearing this, Feng Lao and the others showed displeasure.

"Hehe, Miss Murong, you are not from the court, and you don't know anything about the world's government affairs. Why do you assert that the future of the Great Xia Dynasty is so gloomy?" Qin Yun pretended to ask casually.

Because of that poem, the distance between Murong Shunhua and him was slightly closer, and he was less defensive.

Replied: "Why do you need to know, who doesn't know among the people?"

"This dog emperor is lustful, and the wives of the two prime ministers have been occupied by him. With such a vicious style, how can there be loyal ministers willing to share his worries?"

"And this person is cruel and bloodthirsty. Because of a trivial matter, he killed hundreds of eunuchs and maids in the palace. Such a trivial life, everyone has to kill him."

"Further down, the royal family members, noble children, whitewashing, corruption and bribery, a towering tree has long been corroded."

"In the entire court, how many people can the people trust?"

"Now people in the Central Plains are panicking because of taxation, military pay and other issues. I heard that the guard of the city of Zhuma has rebelled. This is a sign of troubled times! In less than half a year, perhaps the flames of war will be rekindled on the territory of the Great Xia Dynasty."

"At that time, it will be the common people who will suffer."

There was a hint of melancholy in her beautiful eyes.

Not only was Qin Yun not angry, but he felt a little enlightened.

Although Murong Shunhua didn't know many things, but people in the world really looked at him and the court that way, even if it was a misunderstanding.

A king is unpopular, and the people will revolt sooner or later, which has been proved more than once in history.