Waste prince: Why do you force me to be emperor?

This poem is the poem of Huang Chao, the leader of the uprising army in the late Tang Dynasty, in the time and space of Huaxia.

However, there is no yellow nest in this continent, so this is not anti-poetry, it is just a literal meaning.

It's just that the murderous intent in the poem and the magnificent scene shocked the audience.

Xia Di watched Xia Tian walk towards Lang Shi step by step, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and he murmured: "The way of kings and tyrants!"

Then, he turned his head, looked at Concubine Qin seriously and said, "My concubine, Xiao Jiu is really good, he is outstanding among my sons, if he can help me, Great Xia will be stable and stronger .”

"Because a country with saints will become stronger and stronger and become the strongest empire in the world."

"But he rejected my arrangement explicitly and secretly, so you can help me persuade him!"

"As long as he is willing to stay in the imperial capital to help me, I promise him everything!"

Concubine Qin's pretty face was serious: "Your Majesty, if Tian'er stays in the imperial capital to participate in politics, the Crown Prince and the other princes will definitely not be willing, and will definitely find all kinds of mistakes in Tian'er to suppress."

"At that time, Tian'er will not only be unable to help you, but will also cause chaos in the court and put him in danger all day long."

"So, Shu Chenqie can't obey orders!"

"They dare!"

Emperor Xia said seriously: "I can let Xiao Jiu enter the East Palace!"

Concubine Qin's complexion changed drastically: "No!"

"Your Majesty, Xiao Jiu is the son of a concubine. If he enters the East Palace, what will people in the world think?"

"If the people of the world move their minds, it will shake the foundation of the Great Xia Kingdom. At that time, Tian'er will have to die!"

"Your Majesty, you are not sending Tian'er to the East Palace, but sending him to the execution ground!"

"Furthermore, Tian'er has absolutely no intention of becoming the owner of the East Palace, please be aware of it, Your Majesty!"

The expression on Emperor Xia's face remained unchanged: "Aifei, do you blame Tian'er for letting Tian'er kneel in front of the imperial study room to suffer from the cold that day?"

Concubine Qin shook her head lightly: "I dare not!"

Emperor Xia stared into Concubine Qin's eyes, and said seriously: "Xiao Jiu is my blood, if I want his life in the past 16 years, can he live till now?"

"I know that there are many rumors in the government and the public that I want Xiao Jiu's life because of Xiao Jiu's blood!"

"But concubine, think about it, when Xiao Jiu was born, how much pressure did I endure from the government and the public for him to live well?"

"If you want Xiao Jiu's life, why wait until today?"

The more Emperor Xia spoke, the more sincere his face became: "My concubine, even if people in the world doubt my intentions for Tian'er, you are the only one who can't doubt it!"

Concubine Qin recalled that Emperor Xia had named Xia Tian as Tian, ​​she was even more vigilant in her heart, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty loves me so much, my concubine and Tian'er are very grateful."

Emperor Xia said again: "As long as Tian'er is willing, I will pave the way for him to enter the East Palace, please help me convey it!"

Concubine Qin shook her head: "Your Majesty, my concubine will not convey to Tian'er, leaving him in a dilemma!"

"If Your Majesty wants to blame, then blame the concubines!"

"Hey......"

Emperor Xia failed to test again, and sighed faintly: "My concubine, in the past 20 years, how have I ever really blamed you?"

"Since you don't want to, let's do it!"

"Let's take a good look at this fighting poem!"

"Look at Xiao Jiu's incomparable talent!"

Concubine Qin was even more vigilant: "Yes!"

What will Emperor Xia do next?

I have no idea!

at this time.

the other side.

Xia Tian has already walked in front of Wolf Poetry, looking at Wolf Poetry whose face is flushed but unable to utter a single word: "It's your turn!"

In front of this majestic chrysanthemum poem handed down from generation to generation, the wolf poem falters and hesitates, really unable to speak.

Beside, Huyanduoer asked: "Langshi, can you do it?"

The wolf poem was so suffocated that it wanted to explode on the spot: "The king of the barren state, if you have the ability to make another song, I will lose!"

Xia Tian frowned: "According to the rules of fighting poems, you have already lost!"

"If you want to fight again, you have to bet another 10 taels of gold!"

Landsea gritted her teeth: "The theme is still on chrysanthemums. If you can write another peerless poem, I will lose you another 10 taels!"

Xia Tian pondered for a while, and said again: "Flowers don't bloom together, and independent fences are boring. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches, than blow them into the west wind!"

In the song "Han Ju", Xia Tian changed the fourth sentence "Where did it blow into the north wind" to "Where did it blow into the west wind".

As soon as the words fell, Director Kong of the Royal Academy said: "Good poetry!"

"Hundreds of flowers are blooming in the bright spring, but the chrysanthemums stand upright on the edge of the fence, stand upright in the fierce thunder, wind and frost, and do not compete with the flowers."

"The petals will not fall until the petals wither. Even if the west wind is wild, I would rather die with the incense on the branch than be blown off by the wind!"

"This poem is a poem of integrity handed down from generation to generation!"

At this moment, Crown Prince Xia Yu heard that Peacock praised the poem so much, and said displeasedly: "President Kong, what does this poem have to do with integrity?"

Peacock explained: "His Royal Highness, it has a lot to do with it!"

"If you compare the border of our Great Xia Empire to a fence, then the barren state is the chrysanthemum on the edge of the fence that is not afraid of wind, frost and severe cold. It is independent of the Central Plains and stands beside the Sirius Empire!"

"And the wild west wind is the Sirian Empire in the west!"

"The prince is using this poem to tell the world that no matter how powerful the Sirius Empire is, the people of Huangzhou are like that chrysanthemum. Even if they all die in battle, they will never let the Sirius people do whatever they want on the border."

"This is the integrity of the people of Huangzhou!"

"This is the prince's integrity!"

The peacock's words are resounding, fully presenting the integrity of the poem to everyone.

Peacock is a Confucian, the most respected Confucian of our time, his words are the truth.

Then, everyone suddenly realized.

Everyone turned back to savor the poem, thinking about the incident in the barren state, and suddenly felt that the poem was full of unyielding integrity, which was so moving.

"This poem is enough to be handed down!"

Huyan Duo'er looked at Xia Tian with a pair of beautiful eyes full of admiration: "Xia Lang, although your poem offended the Sirius Empire, I don't mind it!"

"I have always known that you are a man of integrity!"

"Crack..."

The hearts of Huyanduoer's admirers are broken again!

This is an undisguised elbow straight out!

at this time.

All the heroes in Daxia booed: "Wolf poem, you come to a song!"

Lang Shi's face was pitch black, as if he could squeeze out ink!

In front of these two chrysanthemum poems handed down from generation to generation, he can't write comparable works at all.

Therefore, he could only grit his teeth and say, "I can't do it!"

"I lost!"

Xia Tian said seriously: "Thank you, 20 taels of gold!"

Hu Yanduo'er said: "Xia Lang, I will live in your house later, and I will give it to you when the time comes!"

"Crack..."

Huyan Duoer's admirer is heartbroken again!

what?

Huyan Duo'er is going to live in the Ninth Prince's Mansion?

Is this delivered to your door?

God!

Even a man can't stand it!

Immediately.

The tall Sirius Junjie got up with red eyes and said: "My name is Hei Yanfeng, you are good at composing poems, I admit that I am not as good as you!"

"So, I don't want to argue with you!"

Xia Tian was stunned: "This king is good at composing poems, but not good at writing lyrics!"

Heiyanfeng was overjoyed: "Just compare words!"

Xia Tian looked reluctantly: "10 taels of gold!"

"Can!"

Hei Yanfeng pointed to the bright moon in the sky and said: "The king of the barren state of Great Xia, how about we use the bright moon in the sky as the theme?"

Xia Tian nodded: "Yes!"

"You first or me first?"

Hei Yanfeng was about to speak, Hu Yanduo'er said first: "The guest is up to the master, Xia Lang will go first!"

Hei Yanfeng's face turned black!

He could only say: "Then invite the King of the Great Xia Barren State!"

Xia Tian was not polite, took the wine glass brought by the maid, drank it in one gulp, put down the wine glass, put his hands behind his back, raised his handsome head to look at the moon and said: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for the wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it. I I want to ride the wind to return, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are extremely cold."

"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world."

"Turn to Zhuge, low Qihu, Zhao Wusian. There should be no hatred, what is the long way to go?"

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times."

"Nung, moon and new moon."

When this word handed down from generation to generation came out, the audience was shocked!

Nung, moon and new moon!

Is this a word that a human being can come up with?

Are you not good at writing lyrics?