I'm the villain in the book

If you just write "homesickness" simply, then the pattern is too far from Su Wu.

Or... is it something else?

Soon, Shen Ran gave the answer.

He took a step forward and stood up to face the black and invisible crowd on the shore of the lake, as if he was confronting these thousands of people alone!

The high-pitched voice penetrated the night and pierced the sky!

"The spring tide doesn't care about Tianya's hate, it's even more sweeping in Xizhou... Dusk rain comes!"

"..."

......

There is no one in the guest to share a cup, who will open the peaches and plums in the hometown.

Regardless of the hatred of the world, the spring tide is even more rolling in the evening rain in Xizhou.

"Hate at the end of the world" usually alludes to the sorrow of the guest, but it can also express the love and hatred of the rivers and lakes.

And as for the last sentence, "It's raining even more in Xizhou"...

The allusions here are clear to everyone present.

Xizhou is the closest state to the capital "Baiping" in Dali.

More than 200 years ago, under the leadership of six second-rank masters, the Daning army fought all the way to Xizhou, and signed a "Xizhou Treaty" with Emperor Dali here.

Within 500 years, Dali voluntarily regards Daning as the main country. The east of Xizhou and the border of Daning will not be fortified. Every year, Dali will pay one million taels of silver, ten thousand horses, and some other specialties to Daning. Etc., etc......

To put it simply, it is a typical unequal treaty.

Such a treaty is definitely a shame that will never be forgotten by any Dali people.

So...you have your peaceful and prosperous age, and I have my family and country.

In front of thousands of Da Ning literati, Shen Ran actually showed a completely different scene in such a straightforward way.

On the one hand, the years of the victors are well.

On one side is the weight of the loser.

"Whoa!"

The surface of the lake rippled, and the same scene reappeared.

Everyone held their breath, staring at the golden tails writhing in the air.

Ten tails, fifty tails, one hundred tails, two hundred tails, 290 nine tails...

Three hundred tails.

It seems that it has been preordained in the dark, and it just so happens that there is an extra tail.

"..."

"Pfft!"

"How, how is it possible..."

"It's not true, it's not true..."

On the shore, countless blushing literati fell to the ground, their expressions extremely dazed.

Compared to this, it is already difficult to distinguish the pros and cons of the two poems from the sense of hearing, technique, and artistic conception.

But the extra golden carp really told everyone——

Daning Poetry No.1, Poet Saint Su Wu, lost.

They couldn't accept this result, but they seemed to have to accept it...

"Kill, kill him..."

I don't know who suddenly yelled tremblingly.

The crowd was silent for a moment, but the same thoughts spread like a plague.

"Yes... as long as you kill him, no one will know what happened tonight!"

"That's right! Quickly kill him!"

"We can't let him leave alive!! Daning must not be humiliated like this!"

"Quick! Kill him!"

"Kill him! Kill him!!"

From one sound to two sounds, to one piece to two pieces, and finally to the chorus of thousands of people.

The devil-like roar was earth-shattering, engulfing the most noble, but most selfish emotions, setting off chilling waves on the lake.

"Sister Xu, are these people crazy?"

You Jia frowned, and looked at Xu Qingwan who had the same expression beside her.

"..."

Xu Qingwan didn't know how to answer this question, but she felt really uncomfortable.

She is a warrior, so she doesn't understand why these normally well-educated scholars suddenly become like this.

Can't compare, just can't compare, why kill others?

For Daning's dignity?

But what's the point of this self-deceiving dignity?

Xu Qingwan couldn't figure it out, so she couldn't help turning her eyes to Wei Changtian who was still sitting on the boat.

And the latter also stood up suddenly at this time, and jumped into the pavilion under the eyes of everyone.

Is Chang Tian going to... kill Shen Ran?

Xu Qingwan was a little puzzled, but her hand was already on the bird's cry.

No matter how much she doesn't understand, as long as Wei Changtian makes a decision, she will unconditionally support it.

"Someone is going to make a move!"

"Hero! Kill this thief quickly!!"

"Yes! Kill him quickly! Don't let him escape!"

Seeing someone entering the pavilion, the hustle and bustle on the lake shore became even worse.

However, Wei Changtian didn't intend to draw his sword to kill someone. Instead, he turned impatiently and yelled at the crowd who were "cheering" him on the bank:

"Shut up the fuck!"

......

"..."

The moon and stars are sparse, the wind is light and the sky is white, and the sky is like washing.

Wei Changtian's unexpected action swept away the enthusiasm of the crowd in an instant, and only after a long silence did someone whisper.

"This, this person is Wei Changtian who killed Xiang Liu, right?"

"It seems... isn't he going to kill Shen Ran?"

"I think he is Da Li's master craftsman!"

"I, I remember that his poetry is also excellent! Could it be..."

"Impossible! Even Su Sheng lost, how can he win? Don't you think I, a Daning literati, didn't lose enough face tonight?!"

"But......"

"..."

Some of the discussions on the bank reached Wei Changtian's ears, but some did not.

But he didn't care about these discussions, he just looked at Shen Ran and shook his head slightly.

He was a little confused at the moment.

The fighting poem just now is the first time Wei Changtian has seen "the scene of the protagonist pretending to be famous".

But to be honest, Shen Ran's deeds, words and deeds, apart from a little arrogance, are far better than this group of scholars who can only yell.

At the beginning, he tried his best to ridicule Shen Ran, but when he saw that his side was invincible, he kept silent.

When Su Wu wrote a good poem, he started to dance again. After losing completely, he refused to admit it, and even killed him to silence him.

Wei Changtian could somewhat understand the "national honor" in their hearts, but just as Xu Qingwan couldn't understand——

What's the point of this self-deceived dignity?

It may be because I am a time traveler and I don’t have the sense of national identity of “I am from Daning”, or it may be because of the value of “willing to gamble and admit defeat” that I have cultivated since childhood.

Wei Changtian was actually unwilling to stand up for such a group of people from the bottom of his heart.

But Shen Ran is one of the Sons of Heaven after all...

Stretching out his finger to the dark crowd behind him, Wei Changtian said softly to Shen Ran who was looking at him with a vigilant face:

"Be clear in advance."

"What I do next is not for them."

"Just for myself."

......

Not for them, just for yourself?

Shen Ran couldn't help being stunned when he heard this, and didn't understand the meaning.

And there are thousands of Daning literati who also don't understand.

"What does he mean by that?!"

"Hmph! I already said he was Da Li's secret agent!"

"Let's see what he's going to do."

"What's so interesting about this? Is there any good man who practices martial arts? Hurry up and kill that Shen Ran!"

"Exactly! What does that murderer want to do with us?"

"..."

The outrageous discussion sounded again, but Wei Changtian ignored it at all, and just waved his hand to get the nine pieces of paper scattered on the ground into his hand.

Spring sorrow, spring rain, spring night, spring flowers, spring plowing, spring birds, spring thoughts, spring breeze, spring tide.

Nine notes, nine questions.

Just when everyone including Shen Ran was wondering what Wei Changtian was going to do, an emotionless voice came from the pavilion clearly.

"This word is about spring sorrow."

"Standing in a dangerous building, the wind is soft. Looking at the extreme spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy."

"In the afterglow of the grass and smoke. No one can rely on the meaning without words."

"I plan to get drunk on Shu Kuang Tu. Singing to wine, strong music is tasteless."

"The belt is getting wider and I will never regret it. It makes people haggard because of Yixiao."

"..."

Wei Changtian casually threw away the note with the word "sorrow" written on it, regardless of the thousands of people who were frozen in place as if struck by lightning, and the nearly thousand golden carp surrounding them that caused a huge wave out of thin air, and continued to act without any emotion. Quickly said:

"This poem is about spring rain."

"The taste of the world is as thin as gauze in the past few years, who will make a horse ride to Jinghua."

"The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep lane sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty."

"The dwarf paper is slanted and idle to make grass, and the clear window is fine milk to play tea."

"Don't let the wind and dust sigh in plain clothes, as if you can get home in Qingming."

"..."